Leaf is my identity, looks fragile, simple, but necessary, and it's green as it's alive, only lonely, as it's alone in the jungle of life.
Yes, the existence of leaf is not limited merely by space and time, but simply comes and goes following the cycle of life.

That's how the stories here are narrated, as it was witnessed by the lonely green leaf.

Just remember, life is not really alive when you cannot use and express your own imagination freely.
But if that's happen, just read the leaf imagination narrated here, and dream of it.

Friday, August 31, 2012

O Sole Mio

Whilst were waiting for my computer working on its own, and getting stuck from somewhere on what is usually called "dissertation's chapters", I stopped working and enjoyed the voices of Bryan Adams and Luciano Pavarotti sang "O Sole Mio" ...... Wonderful.




Sunday, August 26, 2012

Road goes ever on, and on

Four days ago, in one of the beautiful summer day, I walked through the mall of my university. Wait, what I called mall here is not a shopping mall, remember, but kinds of open grassy space with many walkways crossing around. For me, the mall is really a space to breathe and pondering whatever you have in your mind. I love this mall, with the pattern of the paths, and trees surrounding, I often visit this place. The mall’s path goes to almost all directions; in some point intersect with other paths or joint larger walkways in both sides.
The paths on the mall



Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Dirgahayu Republik Indonesia

After almost five years never take a chance to attend the ceremony for our independence day, finally four days ago I joined the official ceremony at "Wisma Indonesia" Washington DC, the house of Indonesia’s Ambassador to the United States of America. Our independence day is on August 17 1945, so this year we are celebrating our 67th of anniversary. As a tradition, we always celebrate our independence day with having a flag ceremony. The name of our national flag “Sang Merah Putih” represents the color of the flag which is red and white; Red color represents the courage, while the white color represents the purity.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Nothing

Almost midnight, and I was alone, sitting inside my car, parking under the yellow sparkling streetlight across a quiet Metro station. I was listening to 97.1 FM; soft rock music was playing, fills up the entire car, nice and comforts me. I enjoyed the voice of Jeff Bailey of REO Speedwagon and the cold breeze from the AC, feel nothing but empty. Just like an empty road before me. Physically, I was inside my car but without my minds that were probably somewhere wondering around, far and might be far enough from me.