Last Saturday I went to Java Jazz Festival. I kind of wanted to see Corrine Bailey Rae's performance. Before I realized her show was on Friday night.
On JI Expo, first thing I noticed: the parking was crazy. Second thing: once inside, I could barely moved. Geez, just how many tickets sold. Didn't they have some calculations or something??
The special show was even crazier. Santana was scheduled on 10.30 and the hall gate opened half hour before. And thousands of people were already waiting.
On JI Expo, first thing I noticed: the parking was crazy. Second thing: once inside, I could barely moved. Geez, just how many tickets sold. Didn't they have some calculations or something??
The special show was even crazier. Santana was scheduled on 10.30 and the hall gate opened half hour before. And thousands of people were already waiting.
This is.. so many people.
And where's the so called artist anyway?
When I see a woman trying to cool herself down using a fan, I thought of forced convection.
Good thing I didn't think about amplitude and frequency when Chuck Loeb was on stage.
Maybe I should go back studying. Damn.
You know in movies where the ex-boyfriend/girlfriend got married, left our protagonist either devastated or suicidal. Well, it sort of happen to me. Minus the misery.
I feel like laughing all the time. Between reality and absurdity. Like a hyper child with high sugar blood pressure.
I once making fun of Novi. Teasing her about her old fling who left her to marry some country girl. That's not what happened here. But I just understand now that, really, life goes on. With or without you. Sometimes I get so caught up in my part that I don't realize, every single other person has life too.
I have not even graduated yet, he's already walking down the isle. Which makes me wonder.., is this really the guy I fell for once upon a time? Probably not. Then again, I don't think I am the same girl.
Is this supposed to be a nightmare? Why do I feel strangely ecstatic?
I'd been running to catch a glimpse of his shadow. I was infatuated, like a school girl blushing and speechless everytime he's around. And now when he's finally out of the way, instead of feeling lost, I feel... free.
Like letting go your first love and when you look back, you feel nothing but grateful. For things he made you feel. And what you've become of it.
I remember he said he's looking for a soulmate. He wanted to get married around age 28-29. And boy he did. Why I'm feeling proud because of it is strange.
Someone dropped in to your life. With some twisted ways showed you things you'd never seen before. After some time, their time with you would be over. But not before they changed your life, your views. In a way, open up the right path you ought to be walking on. And I forever would be thankful for that.
I'm glad that he finally had his answer. Like watching the last episode of How I Met Your Mother, but in real life.
As for me, I finally could close the book. For good. Forever. Without having to be worried that there would be a sequel.
I have never been this happy to hear a wedding announcement. And it wasn't even my wedding. My mom just called that she already has tickets for Java Jazz and I won't be able to make it because Chemical Engineering Exam is just around the corner and I still feel fine.
Wow. February is indeed a month full of love. Also for Ika and Ebhe. And my parents 24th anniversary.
Happy wedding, Dearests. Wish you all the best thing in life. Till death do you part. :)
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