Personal Writing: Heaven Doesn't Seem Far Away Anymore

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore.

That’s part of Ron Pope’s A Drop in the Ocean lyric.
Well, and it makes me think like maybe i feel something. I mean, I don’t want to say I’m falling in love or such thing cause I am not. It’s just me, feeling different. Well, a guy, (once again I warn you, I am not falling in love or whatever you called ‘em), just listened to that song. A Drop in the Ocean. I never hear that song. So, I go to the search box and typed the title. The song playing on repeat right now in my room. It’s a love song, broken hearted actually. Idk, the lyric told us about a guy who really loves a girl till he feels like the girl is his only destiny in life. ‘till he said that she’s his only heaven. So heaven doesn't seem far away anymore. It’s right in front of him. The girl. Is it too much? I guess no. We ever fall in love. And when you go that way, it’s normal to say that kind of ‘over expression’ words, right? Oh just admit it.
But I dont want to talk about love. I said I am not goin that way.
Back to the guy who just listened this song. He is an idol. Well, a singer, exactly. He loves to share his interest of music or anything else. And his taste of music is great, I think. I love the ones that he loves. I listened to the song that he listened. Sounds like a follower? Yes, I am. Makes no sense? No, I guess. This is what I want to tell you. I kept following what he did. Well, listening to the same song, trying to love the same thing. Just want to ask: Am I that obsessed? Err, that one, I can’t answer. For the truth, I never really think about it but tonight, well, this late night, idkw, I am thinkin about it. Too much. I am like, Is it okay for me to go this way? way too obsessed? Is it good? Or does it affect me in a bad way? Or good way? Idk. These questions suddenly come to my mind like the rain falls. God.
Then, back to the song of Ron Pope. Maybe I feel different cause of this song. Well guess the lyric fits me a bit. On the 1st line,

Just a drop in the ocean,
A change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert.

Well, yeah, was praying that might end up together but it feels like wishing for rain on the desert. Just like me. And the guy. Ha ha ha. How come the lyric doesnt fit me perfectly whereas it fits me right when I looked at him. It’s in the end of line. That..

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore

Okay, I am too much.

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Random: Breaktime Killer

Been so long ya.
I very am busy like ppl on wallstreet. Seriously, I’m busy. Doing this, that, everything. Busy like theres no time for me just to take a breath. Okay, its too much.
But idk, this time I really want to write something on my blog. Maybe I’m too much interest wit my new acc on tumblr. I kept reblogging and posting everything on it and slowly leaving this blog. But, for the truth, I really dont want to.
Tomorrow, like everyday on the past. A lot of assignments, a day full of classes, and every campus ‘thingy’ gotta force me to stay there till about 6pm. I dont want to saying something like, “God, i dont want this anymore” or whatever it is. I just think that, well, a guy ever said to me that life is hard or in bahasa, it is “Hidup Itu Keras”. Yeah, hes totally right about it, eventhough I know he never really right at other things.
Life is hard. It suddenly becomes such a tagline of mine. I could see a picture of me with that tagline under the pict and I was like, “Yeah” with such a ‘metal’ style. Crazy me.
But sometimes I really want to push the pause button. Like, pleasee God, let me doing other things that belong to my favs. And I am now. I have a lot of assignments for tomorrow but I prefer doing this than that. Ha ha. It’s rude.
But yeah, love it or not I gotta do that thing, the assignments I mean. Because things that you postpone, love it or not, theyll just stay there waiting for you. And you, whatever happens, gotta face them.
Yeah, I gotta face ‘em. My breaktime killer.

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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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