Java jazz is happening...
huaaa keren bangettt...
Kemaren gue ke Trisakti bareng Nye2, Yuli, Slamet 'n Cecep..
Pas nyampe dah mulai gitu dech acaranya, tapi tetep aja
kita sempet ngeliat yang namanya Jacque Mate ama Jeff Kashiwa.
gile dechh..ga boonk keren banget.
Gue ga kebayang ntar kalo di JCC gimana yach.

Jacque Mate, trio dari indo gitu.. (kalo mo info lanjut liat aja di web nya java jazz)
Musiknya jazz yang dikit rock gitu kali yach haha
gue ga gitu ngerti dech;p yang pasti gitarisnya mantap..
kalo drummernya sich cukup enak diliat *dibaca:ganteng* haha
Dia orang bawain sekitar 2 ato 3 lagu gitu.
Ada sempet bawain lagu Jimi Hendrix yang gue ga tau judulnya;p

Moving on ke highlight of the night nya
Jeff Kashiwa beserta bandnya *yang gue ga tau sapa2 namanya*
Pas dia orang lagi sound check gitu, sempet rada2 gerimis mengundang.
Untungnya pawang ujan nya cukup ahli haha jadi ga ujan lah;p
Di tempat yang cukup kecil itu *dan memank ga terlalu padat banget2*,
bisa muat:
jeff kashiwa, 3 orang pemaen alat tiup, 1 drummer, 1 keyboardist,
1 guitaris, 1 basist dan 1 orang pemaen perkusi (apa tuh namanya? perkusist? emanknya ada? haha)
Yaa keren dch keren..
Gue dah cukup speechless, alias ga bisa mendescribe rasa terpesona gue kemaren.
Pas dah kelar, gue 'n nye2 hunting foto gitu haha
Sayang sich ga gitu jelas hasil2nnya.. hix hix
Tapi it was really really nice loh..
Yukkk dateng besok ke atma.
Ada george duke, glenn fredly dkk loh:)

Ok..gue dah lama banget ga berkisah ttg segala sesuatunya.
I've been completely lost in my own feeling and my own thinking.
The more I thought about things, the more I found myself confused with the choices I had to make.
I mean..I knew that something was not right for me..It will eventually hurt me.
However, the more people convince me that I was wrong,
the more I tried to make myself believe that it was right.
Does it make any sense? *starting to sound like someone huh:P*

For this time being, I just wanted to take sometimes alone
Trying to figure things out..
What I really want..How I really feel..

218 - "Last Looks" Closing Narration
Narrator: A heart is a fragile thing. That's why we protect them so vigorously, give them away so rarely, and why it means so much when we do. Some hearts are more fragile than others. Purer, somehow. Like crystal in a world of glass, even the way they shatter is beautiful.

In a relationship, one of the hardest things to
do is saying goodbye and letting go.
It is as hard as breaking a crystal because you'll never know
when you will be able to pick up the pieces again.
More often than not, they who go feel not the pain of
parting: it is they who stay behind that suffer,
because they are left with memories of a love that
was meant to be, a love that was.

At the beginning and at the end of a relationship,
we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone.
Unfair as it may seem, but that's the way love
goes.
That's the drama, the bittersweet and the risk of falling in love.
After all, nothing is constant but change.
Everything will eventually come to its end
without us knowing when, without us knowing how,
without us even knowing why.
And we must forget not because we want to but
because we have to.

In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but
in battalion.
It seems that
everywhere you go,
everything you do,
every song you hear,
every turn of your head,
every move of your body,
every beat of your heart,
every blink of your eye and
every breath you take
always reminds you of him.

It's like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night.
Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated
when only one person is missing.
Just imagine,
there are billion people on earth and yet it seems
you feel lonely and empty without the other.

I don't know if it's worth calling an art, but
letting go entails special skills sparkled with a
considerable space and time.
Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part.
Acceptance plays a part.
Not all love stories
end with "...and they live happily ever after."

Sometimes we have to part because of circumstances beyond our control.
We have to suffer if it would mean happiness for others.
We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pains.
Every beginning has its end like every dawn has its dusk.
It's something we can't control,
something we had to live up.

It's over. He's/shes gone. B
ut life has to go on.
Goodbye doesn't always mean forever.
There will always be a place and time
where questions will be answered,
words will be spoken,
letters will be read,
poems will be recited in the night,
songs will be sung in harmony,
love will be expressed in solitude
and promises will be fulfilled.
Somewhere. Somehow. Someday."

"Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but
sometimes it is letting go"

Bless those who mourn, eternal God,
with the comfort of your love
that they may face each new day with hope
and the certainty that nothing can destroy
the good that has been given. May their memories become joyful,
their days enriched with friendship,
and their lives encircled by your love.
Amen.

by::Vienna Cobb Anderson