Drawing: Summer in Seoul

I tried to sketch the cover of Summer in Seoul by Ilana Tan. 

I did it with pen cause I couldn't find any pencil everywhere. But the scanner did good, made it looks like I drew it by pencil. :)

p.s: I'll do the rest of novel's cover. Its kinda funny doing some drawing like this :)

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When Every Season Have Their Own Story

I read some novel lately.
For the truth, I never really love novel written by Indonesian author. Idk why.
Then my sister brought all these novels to me. 4 novels. Written by Indonesian author, Ilana Tan.
1st time I found my self impressed by the cover of all these novels. Especially, Summer in Seoul. All these books have story that connected each other. I mean, its not like to-be-continued story but tends to like there are always such a red thread that leads you to the next book. Well, something like that.
There are four titles, Summer in Seoul, Autumn in Paris, Winter in Tokyo, and Spring in London.
I have finished reading it all. Are they good? Yes. Definitely. I'm not trying to promote Ilana Tan's novels. But just so you know, she wrote all these stories with her heart. Because when you read it, youll find yourself involved in, literally. You gonna feel the sadness, the togetherness, lost, happiness, feeling of falling in love so deep, well, everything from these books. Ilana knows exactly how to make you curious, hurt, giggle, blushing, suffering on the same time.Thats a great writer. I guess what Ernest Hemingway said perfectly fits Ilana.

“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.”

I cant tell you how the story are. You have to read it by yourself. Cause I'm not a good storyteller, I just gonna make the story sounds terrible for yall. :)

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Personal Writing: Lost

Lost.
People lost things everyday. Some never got it back, but some did.
I lost a thing today. My cell phone. Well, mayb it’s not the best phone I ever had.  But I never lost a cell phone before. Idk when it was lost, it’s just lost.
Well, mayb its such a warn. I never treat my stuffs well. I left it everywhere I stay. I dropped it to the floor all the time.
Maybe there will be no “mr simple” playing on repeat every 5am.
Maybe I could never see that red thing again. My Nessi.
I should have said thanks to God. God warns me through this phone, literally.
I thanks God its not the other things.
Well, wherever you are my Nessi. Just so you know, I miss you so.

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Personal Writing: Getting Older Beautifully

I’m getting older day by day, like today, I’m officially getting 1 yr older than before. Sad? Lil bit. Happy? REALLY! Idk, I know everybody doesnt want to gettin older (but they do, of course), but gettin older for me means so deep. I gain more trust and responsibility. It is not that bad, you know. Do not see thing from only a side, you’re not a kid. Trust, you get this, you gonna get a bunch of good friends. You’ll get such a feeling, always happy, feel comfort everywhere you stay. Responsibility, although heavy enough to maintain it but if you managed to do it, you'll get what you want. Honor, as a small example.


Well, I wont speech like I did yesterday, ha ha. I just wanna say a really BIG thanks to my Lord, Allah SWT for everything that You give to me. Mom, I do not know when I could return her affection. I never know. Gave birth to me, risking her life for my life. Dad, that took care of me but I’m such a stupid lamb, never realized how big his heart to keep me with patience. Sister and Brother that, well, youre mean sometimes but I know you both love me this big. And life, that I live with my reckless (Oh, God I’m so sorry) but I promise I won’t be that way anymore.
      

Today, with the number 19 is perched on my shoulder, I’m tryin to appreciate my life. And love it too. Because, well, you can not even create a life for an ant.

Happy Birthday, girl! You are loved and I know, you are good girl in a good place :)

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Personal Writing: INDEPENDENCE DAY OF INDONESIA

August, 17th

Today is the independence day of the country where I’ve been stayed since 18 yrs ago. Indonesia. An archipelago country in South East Asia. Indonesia has so many natural resources but yeah, not the human resources. Well, we’re famous with that statement. But it’s been 66 yrs, don’t we want to change the statement? Don’t we tired of listening to it? Don’t we?
Well, not easy to invite all the people here to change. Back up to the 66 yrs ago! Take a breath is even very difficult before the August 17, 1945. We had no choice except involving ourselves in mass torture committed by the invaders. Look now, even it’s us who take over what invaders did, colonizing nations themselves.
I’m not in the middle of a independence day speech like what Mr President always do every yrs. I am just, well, trying to give my opinion on my own beloved country. I love Indonesia and I want it to change. Been 66 yrs ago and it’s still few of the things improved. The moral? I don’t have to say anything, you’ve seen.
Today, I pray to Allah. May Indonesia always stands still, keep growing, improving, and realizing that we are very rich in nature so we have to do a little more big step to give a change to this beautiful country. I know You love this country, You just want us to change ourselves 1st before You ‘change’ it.
So today, with all the love inside my heart, I say Happy Independence Day to you, Indonesia. I believe we can!

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