Semoga (piano cover)

I don’t know much about playing instruments. The only instruments I’m good at playing are the recorder, the pianica and the triangle.

I love music though.

I used to have a crush on Adam Sheila on Seven and always tried to listen closely to find his bass playing within the songs. Corny, huh?

One day, several years back, I found this piano rendition of one of my favorite KLA Project songs, ‘Semoga’.

Like I said, I don’t know much about music.
All I am sure of is that he presented this piece from the heart.

I’d like to think of it this way:

The song resonated in an endless cycle from his heart that told his head that sent it through his whole body then the tips of his fingers onto the piano, then the vibrations of the piano strings reached his ears in his head again and touched his heart. Repeatedly.

The whole cycle was strengthened by his love for music, the song, the piano. Made even more powerful by his well-practiced digits thus accelerated by the speed of the YouTube-verse. Err, I meant Uni-verse? No? Baiklah.

That is why, I guess, what made this song own a place in my heart through all these years.

What comes from the heart reaches hearts.

I love the thoughtful ending. Slowly played but full of flavor. I could almost taste the notes.

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Listening to Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler

“Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit lonely
And you’re never coming round.”

“Shh.. It’s about to happen. Put your shades on.”

“Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit tired
Of listening to the sound of my tears.”

I focus on adjusting my lenses. This is probably as total as we can get of it in all our lifetime. The job I got in this town and the Nyepi holiday worked perfectly with our tight schedules.

“Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by.”

She continues to sing.

Finally that song comes to mind. Some ‘Meatloaf’ like ballad if I’m not mistaken. Bonnie something. Iver? No. And Clyde? Hell, no. I chuckled to myself as I mounted my tripod amongst a whole bunch of others that claim they have the best spot in the area for this shot.

People all wore sunglasses and some even wore wide brimmed hats for protection. I glanced at her sitting in her fold up chair behind me. With her gadget in her hand.

I continued to chat with the other photographers.
She continued to be in her zone and sing by herself.

“Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit terrified
And then I see the look in your eyes.”

Then when she almost gets to the chorus, the Korean guy I just started talking to began to sing with her. She turns around and wears that big goofy grin I love the most.

“Turnaround bright eyes, but every now and then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart.”

And that was only the beginning.

Realizing she had an audience she let out her theatrical voice. You know, the one theatre actors use, the voice from their abdomen? If you do it right,
you won’t need a hanging microphone to help get your voice across the theatre. The Korean guy caught it too. They were now singing from the tops of their lungs.

The spectacle was about to begin.
But when those two broke into the chorus, the whole crowd seemed to join in. I laughed my heart out. Watching them, with their different kinds of sunglasses and silly singing faces. Singing happily. As if serenading the Sun and his girlfriend, the Moon, on their long awaited date. I was happy because my girlfriend started it.

“And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you only hold me tight
We’ll be holding on forever
And we’ll only be making it right
‘Cause we’ll never be wrong together
We can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time)
I don’t know what to do and I’m always in the dark
We’re living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever’s gonna start tonight
Forever’s gonna start tonight.”

Listening to Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler

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Beberapa tahun yang lalu pernah liat klip bikinan Mr. Hoffmeister ini. Tahun lalu, beliau memperbaharui klipnya.
I wish I’ll get to do something like this too one day. Insya Allah.

While watching these videos, I thought how they tell more than one thing about the father.

1. He loves his children
2. He is consistent. We can see that even Lotte and Vince had their off days, while he made sure to shoot them nevertheless.
3. He is lucky to have thought of this idea and even luckier to have the willingness & means to go through with it.
4. Has a great relationship with his children. I mean, a man who goes out of his way to do something like this, I mean, man!! Just going through these videos alone over and over can tell him so much. About their likes and dislikes. About their thoughts and feelings. About their mood and Behaviouralisme. Especially since they were made over the “Golden Years”, I mean, damn Sir.. *speechless*
5. Has beautiful, brilliant & healthy children.

http://youtu.be/-Plk7TLNmsU < Lotte 1 – 16

http://youtu.be/9AlyDXF8CvI < Vince 1 – 13

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My Comfort Food

Sedari kecil suka kentang dan ubi. Kentang di sup, kentang di gulai, kentang di opor, kentang goreng, kentang di dendeng basah, ubi rebus, ubi panggang, lately cinta banget ubi Cilembu Madu.

Kentang di sup yang sudah berkali-kali dipanaskan, bumbunya meresap, empuk dan lembut dikunyah. Favorit buat dicemilin. Kadang kalau agak lapar, suka aku pilihin kentangnya aja untuk dicemil sambil nonton TV atau baca komik.

Pengen bisa bikin mashed potatoes yang enak. Masih nunggu resep dari Kak Danny belum dikasih-kasih. Mashed potatoes selalu dipilih buat pasangan steak i/o french fries atau chips. Apalagi kalau disiram gravy / mushroom sauce. Hmmm.. I could forget about the steak. Andai fish and chips bisa diganti juga jadi fish and mashed potatoes. :)

Ada satu combo comfort food yang aneh bin ajaib tapi selalu mengenyangkan dan menyenangkan buatku. Sayangnya, karbo on karbo. Itulah kalau kesukaannya kentang. Dari kecil kombo ini menemani di saat mati gaya ngga ada selera makan (ini bohong banget. Aku dikaruniai nafsu makan yang gigih & konsisten, bahkan di saat sakit. Hehe. No wonder, kan?)

Kerepek (kalo kata orang Malaysia) Kentang Lay’s Barbeque (yang oranye) + nasi putih anget. Udah. Gitu aja. Iya, tau. Kandungan gizinya dikit banget. Tapi kenyang. Tapi bahagia. Ngga satu bungkus juga Lay’s nya. Dimakan sebagai lauk. Sehabisnya satu piring nasi aja.

Dulu waktu kecil, kalau sekolah ngadain field trip dan aku lupa pesan bento ke Mama atau Maktuo, biasanya dikasih uang 50sen buat beli Lay’s di vending machine dan disiapkan satu kotak nasi. Minum tinggal seruput dari drinking fountain.

Teman-teman mungkin iba, mungkin takjub melihat menu sederhana itu. Tapi aku bahagia-bahagia aja tuh sampai sekarang.

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On Being In Two Places At One Time.

“It’s been raining a lot lately.” she said walking with a cup of tea towards the window. Her soft features against the grayish white morning light, looked like a painting. I was happy to be the only spectator of this beauty. A sleepy happy. 

“It is the rainy season, no?” I replied drowsily. Smiling, nestling my face back into the cool clean pillow. 

A lot. A lot.” she said. “Look. People are floating to work.” 

Not looking, I laughed and said,”Come back here you. No mention of the “w” word, okay. This day is ours. We deserve it.” 

When I didn’t hear anything, I stole a peek from where I lay. She stayed sitting by the window. Sipping her tea slowly immersed in thought. As if she was in another world already. Smiling contently. 

How is it possible for someone to be two places at one time? How is it possible to love two people at one time? I asked her once.

“It’s not possible. When you’re ‘visiting’ another place, you become absent in the place you began with.” 

She puts her cup on the window sill. Letting it continue her sightseeing as she climbed back into the crisp white covers with me.

“But you’re here aren’t you? With me. In this nice hotel on a weekday. Lying to your boss. Calling in sick.” I hugged her close making sure her whole being feels my energy and presence. 

“Yes.” she kissed my hands that met in front of her. Lovingly, each finger, then the insides of my palms. As if saying, “I love these chubby hands.” 

“I love this kind of music.” She said commenting on the contemporary gamelan instrumental playing in the background. It had some nature sounds mixed into it. Giving off a fake feeling we’re not in the center of a crowded messy city but somewhere exotic. 

Then she goes on telling me how she received a CD from a hotel in Singapore where she stayed at for business, in return for a comment she wrote in their guest comment sheet saying that she loved the hotel channel’s welcome music. She said the hotel was such a waste because she stayed there alone for two nights with a spectacular view of the Singapore Flyer. 

  
“I really wished I was staying there with someone. I sat by the window. Drinking in the view and cried thinking how badly I wanted to share it with someone.” 

I felt the longing in her voice and hugged her tighter. 

“It hurts.” 

I apologized and loosened my hug. 

“It hurts when I know you’re on good terms with her. It hurts even more, when I realize I’m the bad guy that secretly smiles when things go wrong with her.” 

She curls herself into a ball. Denying my efforts to pull her back into my embrace. 

“It hurt the most the first time, though. When you were so serious on telling me to go home. It felt like, you got what you wanted and after that you wanted me to get lost. I know your intentions were right. We should be extra careful. And I’m not known for going home late. But still, it hurt and I don’t want to feel that hurt again, ever.” she paused. “All I wanted was to cuddle for a few more minutes.” and her voice cracked.  

I pulled her to face me. Tears were running down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” I said with all the sincerety I had inside. Looking deep into her wet seeing marbles. 

She closed them and shook her head. 

“Mea culpa. It’s ok. It’s not you, it’s  me. Now please let go. I want to sleep.” 

But the water on the window and on her cheeks continued to flow. 
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