I've become a fan of Slam poetry and story teller these days and I found this beautiful poem and amazing performance by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye on YouTube last night, I can resist to hit repeat button over and over again. It may sound cliche but some of what they said about love in this poem are true. Give it a try to listen to it and I'll know you'll love it too...just like me. Enjoy!!!
I knew what love looks like – in seventh grade. Even though I hadn’t met love yet, if love had wandered to my home room. I would’ve recognized him at first glance. Love wore a hemp necklace. I would’ve recognized her at first glance, love wore a tight French braid. Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favorite Beatles songs. Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me. And I knew, I just must be searching the wrong classrooms, just must be checking the wrong hallways. She was there, I was sure of it. If only I could find him.
But when love finally showed up, she had a bow cut. He wore the same clothes everyday for a week. Love hated the bus. Love didn’t know anything about the Beatles. Instead, every time I try to kiss love, our teeth got in the way. Love became the reason I lied to my parents. I’m going to – Ben’s house. Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor, but made sure we never missed a slow song. Love waited by the phone because she knew if her father picked up the phone it would be: “Hello? *Breathe voice* Hello? *breathe voice* I guess they hung up.”
And Love grew, stretched like a trampoline. Love changed. Love disappeared, slowly, like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed . Love vanished like an amateur magician, and everyone could see the trapdoor but me. Like a flat tire, there were other places I planned on going, but my plans didn’t matter. Love stayed away for years, and when love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him. Love smelt different now, had darker eyes, a broader back. Love came with freckles I didn’t recognize. New birthmark, a softer voice. Now there were new sleeping patterns, new favorite books. Love had songs that reminded him of someone else, songs love didn’t like to listen to, so did I.
But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly, we found jokes that make us laugh. And now, love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies. But love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack. Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer. Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator. Love knows where she’s going. It just might take her two hours longer than she planned. Love is messier now, not as simple. Love uses the words “BOOBS” in front of my parents. Love chews too loud. Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste. Love uses smiley face in her text messages. And turns out, LOVE SHITS!.
But love also cries and love will tell you “you are beautiful” and mean it, over and over again. “You are beautiful” when you first wake up. “You are beautiful” when you’ve just been crying. “you are beautiful” when you don’t want to hear it. “You are beautiful” when you don’t believe it. “You are beautiful” when nobody else will tell you. “You are beautiful” love still thinks “you are beautiful”. But love is not perfect and will sometimes forget, when you need to hear it most, you are beautiful, do not forget this.
Love is not who you were expecting. Love is not who you can predict. Maybe love is in New York city, already asleep, you are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone. Maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce. Love looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered. Maybe love is only there for a month.Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit. May be love stays. Maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t.
Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.” If love leaves, ask her to leave door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet. Whisper, “Thank you. For stopping by”
Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye “When Love Arrives”
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Iftari
Last week I joined an event "Ngabuburit Bersama Komunitas Hijabers Bekasi". Had so much fun with girls from KHB and the kids. May be I'm the one who's not wearing hijab in my daily and I feel so envy with them who looks so pretty wearing their Hijab with style and modesty. Here are some photos that taken from the event:
One thing I learned from that event is why can't we learn a little more about sharing and spend some of our money not in clubs or shopping mall but in an orphanage spreading smiles? Look at the kids, they were little, infinite bundles of joy showed as they received their gift packs.
I felt guilty, guilty for pretty much wasting my life for blowing up money and basking in the light of all things material. I need to find something productive to do like: volunteer with a charity, work at an orphanage - or something else which makes me feel like what I do actually matters.
One thing I learned from that event is why can't we learn a little more about sharing and spend some of our money not in clubs or shopping mall but in an orphanage spreading smiles? Look at the kids, they were little, infinite bundles of joy showed as they received their gift packs.
I felt guilty, guilty for pretty much wasting my life for blowing up money and basking in the light of all things material. I need to find something productive to do like: volunteer with a charity, work at an orphanage - or something else which makes me feel like what I do actually matters.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Sunday, July 8, 2012
The (Mini) Reunion
Photos below were taken at a mini reunion (of the Ex-Avery Colleagues)held last week.
So much fun x love, missed them all. =')
So much fun x love, missed them all. =')
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Almost Lover
Perfect song for my GALAU moment, it's an old song tho. Focusing lyrically it's so heart wrenching, about a relationship that never fully blossomed into a romance as the girl wished. About a romance that never formed. This song is a very personal one. Despite a few parts, it’s wholely about how I feel about what one can call a bittersweet relationship. Heartache and pain which are partly due to a refusal to accept, or trying to hold on to the idea of romance that is not there or can not be.
"Almost Lover"
Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick
I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you'd never ever forget these images, no
I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life?
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
I wonder, is it not possible to accept that the relationship will not lead to romance, while at the same time remain together as friends?
"Almost Lover"
Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick
I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you'd never ever forget these images, no
I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life?
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
I wonder, is it not possible to accept that the relationship will not lead to romance, while at the same time remain together as friends?
Saturday, June 16, 2012
When Mozza Meets Mo77a
Once upon a time, there used to be a girl called Mozza. A shy girl which turn HOT in the virtual world ;D
One day, like any other day, she was logging to her Facebook account, adding some random people, hoping to have some fun new friends.The evening passed in it's merry overture and she was ready to logged off and back to another sphere of her life called "real life". But something made her stay a bit longer and add one more person.He's a guy called Mo77a. He accepted her to be his friend. They greeted one another. She smiled, he responded and then they talked.
She talked to him, like she's talk to any other stranger. And the next day, they talked again, this time a little longer. The following day, they spoke on the instant messaging system, for long. Slowly, they spoke everyday, laughed together and started to become friends. They started to discuss their lives. Talk about themselves.
Somehow, somewhere, they didn't know why, they liked spending all those hours on the instant messenger. Soon, the hours on the messenger translated into webcam session and they enjoyed it.They had fun.
Its weird how they're going from being strangers to being friends, then to being more than friends
Its been 4.5 years now.. and she's still piling on to the million little things with this one guy...
Her best friend...
Her sweetheart...
Her support...
Her backbone in every literal sense...
The pint of their relationship has always been over flowing with drama. Silent treatment is the thing she get from him when he's angry. He's even removed her from all his contact several times. But till date, a little sorry and a warm virtual hug kills all the drama and he is willing to be by her side again, holding on to her every time she's not strong enough to keep herself upright..
It is so easy with him. She don't have to look her best when she's with him.She doesn't have to sound sober and decent while talking to him. She can pout her lips a lot whenever she's miffed, and she doesn't mean the Angelina Jolie pout, or even that "ALAY" one. She can cry with pouring eyes and wipes her nose while they're having a webcam session (though she wish she can wipe it on his shirt :D)
He will never do things a normal guy best friend does.He sucks at expressing how much he cares for her but does stupid little things which make her heart melt..
He is not her boyfriend..
He is just HIM..
HER BEST FRIEND !!:)
*************FIN*******************
This one's to our friendship, Mo77a !!
I LOVE YOU MO77A!!! hahaha yeah I know you hate it so much when I say this to you... but you know you mean a lot to me... Mo77A you are like my brother (NO YOU ARE NOT MY brother), my closest friend which says SOOOOO a lot and lol hates it when I ask him to pout... you have made your place in my life as a friend who is there when no one else is, a friend which annoys me and calls me silly but cares for me in a very weird way...
Seriously I love you in a very weird way!
With love
Mozza
One day, like any other day, she was logging to her Facebook account, adding some random people, hoping to have some fun new friends.The evening passed in it's merry overture and she was ready to logged off and back to another sphere of her life called "real life". But something made her stay a bit longer and add one more person.He's a guy called Mo77a. He accepted her to be his friend. They greeted one another. She smiled, he responded and then they talked.
She talked to him, like she's talk to any other stranger. And the next day, they talked again, this time a little longer. The following day, they spoke on the instant messaging system, for long. Slowly, they spoke everyday, laughed together and started to become friends. They started to discuss their lives. Talk about themselves.
Somehow, somewhere, they didn't know why, they liked spending all those hours on the instant messenger. Soon, the hours on the messenger translated into webcam session and they enjoyed it.They had fun.
Its weird how they're going from being strangers to being friends, then to being more than friends
Its been 4.5 years now.. and she's still piling on to the million little things with this one guy...
Her best friend...
Her sweetheart...
Her support...
Her backbone in every literal sense...
The pint of their relationship has always been over flowing with drama. Silent treatment is the thing she get from him when he's angry. He's even removed her from all his contact several times. But till date, a little sorry and a warm virtual hug kills all the drama and he is willing to be by her side again, holding on to her every time she's not strong enough to keep herself upright..
It is so easy with him. She don't have to look her best when she's with him.She doesn't have to sound sober and decent while talking to him. She can pout her lips a lot whenever she's miffed, and she doesn't mean the Angelina Jolie pout, or even that "ALAY" one. She can cry with pouring eyes and wipes her nose while they're having a webcam session (though she wish she can wipe it on his shirt :D)
He will never do things a normal guy best friend does.He sucks at expressing how much he cares for her but does stupid little things which make her heart melt..
He is not her boyfriend..
He is just HIM..
HER BEST FRIEND !!:)
*************FIN*******************
This one's to our friendship, Mo77a !!
I LOVE YOU MO77A!!! hahaha yeah I know you hate it so much when I say this to you... but you know you mean a lot to me... Mo77A you are like my brother (NO YOU ARE NOT MY brother), my closest friend which says SOOOOO a lot and lol hates it when I ask him to pout... you have made your place in my life as a friend who is there when no one else is, a friend which annoys me and calls me silly but cares for me in a very weird way...
Seriously I love you in a very weird way!
With love
Mozza
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Day Dreaming
Couple days ago my friend Huseyin sent his vacation pictures, he had vacation after six months serving his country in military service. He went to Alanya and had a great time there (well he told me so:D). Here is my favorite pictures of him, well I edited it a little :)
He's hawt, no? Go grab him girls...He's still single ;)
Talking about vacation.....I want a vacation too. I just want to go to an exotic island, lie on a beach, sipping juice from a coconut. Take pictures of beach, my feet.Buy a new dress.Be the life of the party.Drink wine.Dance.Kiss someone who tastes like margaritas.Feel better. Feel something. Feel OK.
He's hawt, no? Go grab him girls...He's still single ;)
Talking about vacation.....I want a vacation too. I just want to go to an exotic island, lie on a beach, sipping juice from a coconut. Take pictures of beach, my feet.Buy a new dress.Be the life of the party.Drink wine.Dance.Kiss someone who tastes like margaritas.Feel better. Feel something. Feel OK.
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