I win

Finally. The official new logo of The Parish of St. Thomas More.
(The picture of the winning logo has been removed due to the copyright transfer earlier today.)

I can't say it enough. Thanks God, mom, dad, kutit, cipris, muw, kev, pras, novi, and everyone who supports me during the making. And now. I feel blessed. Very much.

Thanks. :')

I want

What do I want?

I want to be able to write things down here without thinking of the over-complication regarding names and stories, proper and improper audience.

For a start,

I want to be asked what I want.

I want to talk without having to think of what to talk about.

I want to listen without having to respond.



Either that, or a brute presence of a person here.



I want a conversation.

I want a small talk over lunch.

I want to be there.

hari untuk amanda

When I came across the trailer of this movie, it only took me a second to fall in love with it.

The contemporary Jakarta setting throughout the movie with its dim romantic street lights, busway, afternoon scenes, evening scenes, and Sudirman - Thamrin street is tied up with a love story about past and present love.

I recall some moments. In a car, passing the streets in the afteroon or early evening. In Busway. Singing along to the tunes. Less talking. More gazing and feeling what it was like. Suddenly I remember McD.

I was lost in enjoying the romance of Jakarta, cast by the overpowering structures, sweet-but-uneasy rides, heartbreaking goodbyes, and an overly bitter aftertaste of it all.

There's a bit of hatred to it.

I hate that I can't get over you,

jakarta.

Tak kan pernah bisa..
Bersama..

Good Friday

Ever since I was a lil kid, we always go to Good Friday mass at noon, and always, my mom tells me this: it's gonna rain during the mass, as usual, definitely.

Years have passed, and this is the second Good Friday without me going to mass with my family, but the words stick right at my heart, as I recall now how I told Marco what my mom always says to me about the rain, and I said, let's see if it rains, this afternoon.

And right at this moment, as the rest of family is attending the Good Friday mass back in Jakarta and as I listen to Danny Gokey's rendition of Stand By Me, the rain is pouring out there. Just nice, just right. My mom is right. It's raining.

I want you to stand by me, God. Stand by me.

I feel blessed. I thank God.

I'LL DO BETTER. I PROMISE.

turn your lights down low

I was just being reminded of why I've been feeling a bit disoriented over the last couple of days: I just miss too many things.

I feel a bit out of place. I'm sick of instant messaging. I'm sick of having to realize that the people I love the most are not within the reachable distance.

And yes, I curse all the miles that separate me and the people I want to talk to. People I want to see.

The saddest part is when I realize that nevertheless I have to be thankful to God. I know I am. But I'm just sad.

:(