pretty eve in the tub

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I kind of think that we won't get better.: SYNTHETICA is about insomnia, fucking up, fashion, all the devices and...

SYNTHETICA is about insomnia, fucking up, fashion, all the devices and gadgets attached to our brains, getting wasted, watching people die in other countries, watching people die in your own country, dancing your ass off, questioning the cops, poetic justice, standing up for yourself, sex, the…
1
Nov

Another phase of my grandpa’s life…

I’m writting this tumblr while listen to “Don’t you remember -adele’s, 21”. Some of the lyric catch me on my ears “When will I see you again? You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said”.

I’m now on my way to Bandung, for some family matter. To see my grandpa for the last time at his funeral. Ya, a funeral.

All my life I’ve never lose any close family nor friend. Life was pretty great to me, I always being sorrounded by great people and seems like they’re always be there for me when I needed. But things can go wrong in a flash. This morning mom waken me with tears on her eyes, and ask if I could absence for 1 day at school for some family matter. I ask what matter? She replied with a calm voice and brave heart like she always do when facing some trouble that my grandpa (mom’s father) has passed away couple minutes ago. What a shocking news to start a day. The only grandpa I had was gone. Allah decided to end up his journey and made him ready for another phase on human patch.

When I was a little baby, my parents always busy with their job, so my grandma and grandpa was the only one who took care of me. Two years I’ve lived with them. So there’s a deep connection, not like any other child with grandparents but sort of child with their biogical parent. It feels like their blood was running on my vein. They support my heart to keep beating and made me like who I am now. And there’s no other words can describe how much my love for both of them.

My grandpa was a tough person. He has excelent health and he still able to do some hard work that require lots of extra energy. He never got ill as far I know. But who can predict life or even age? God only know.

Someone once said, when someone you loved in a hard sittuation, you’ll have strong feeling about it. But that doesn’t happened to me, I didn’t have bad feeling at all about my grandpa. Except last evening, when I came back from campus. I felt like I saw my grandpa was sitting on a bench of public transportation. I kept starred at him for seconds but my head saying that those person was just people who looked like my grandpa. So I just walk away and didn’t think too much about it. How do I know that those moment could be my last chance to see my grandpa.

But in the end it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years. Life is too short to wake up in the mornings with regrets. Remember that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance take it, if it changes your life, then let it. No one said it would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it. Life is eternal and death is only a horizon, and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.

May you rest in peace opa, You’ll be loved…
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yelyahwilliams:

sweet family in Bali.

THAT WAS ME!!!

well it means a lot, thanks Paramore :’)
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This Is EPIC!!!
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Jul

Imogen Heap – Propeller Seeds

Propeller seeds
Corrida scene
Talk on, walk out.
It took me a minute, my mind was on other things
Hmm.. You got me at “Paris”
I must be coming down with something to be thinking this

What’s happening here?
I’m growing roots through my toes
And leaves from my fingertips

Unfold
Where does this story go?
Cue, food
Drink up
Continue

We float and tend and pass name tags and shaking hands
Immune to the hubbub of others
We’re deep in discussion, the parties on mute.
Our bubble’s got it covered
You want me, well you’ve got me
It doesn’t have to be today
I can’t believe I said that out loud

What’s happening here?
I’m growing roots through my toes
And leaves from my fingertips

I’m falling
What does this story know?
Wedding rings and children
Are all the good ones taken?
Rickshaw, disco
Goodnight kiss
Oh, culture

Call me for sweet dreams of him
Where does this story go?
What does this story know?

What does this story hold for us?
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Emily!

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ohgodyesflorenceandthemachine:

Isn’t this just amazing?

WHOOOOAAAAA! LOVE IT! She’s Bad To The Bone!!!!
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loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee it!!!!
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