what is there to know? all this is what it is

I had been waiting, disappointed, and back to waiting again...

Aaaand finally I watched Kings of Convenience on Sunday. Uh-huh, uh-huh, that's right. I watched it and it was beyond great! Come to think of it, not getting tickets for the KoC show in Jakarta might just be the best thing. Because if I had watched the Jakarta show, I wouldn't have gone to Bandung. If I hadn't gone to watch KoC in Bandung, I wouldn't have had supper at C'mar (this apparently a famous warung in Bandung). And if I hadn't had supper at C'mar, I wouldn't have met Erlend Oye from KoC himself...

Uh-huh, uh-huh, I met him and had a piture taken with him! Wee-hoo! And unlike my friends, I can't tell the long and fantastic details about last weekend here. Kayak ketemu gebetan, it feels fabulous but somewhat undescribable and yet you want to spread the story and joy to everyone you know although you know they're dead bored with it.

Ah cukup dikenang dalam hati saja, considering I'm lacking of non-retarded words right now and not to mention, I lost the tickets at the venue (I usually kept my tickets safely: movies, concerts, and else). But hey, who needs words and tickets when you have a picture; and being predictably cliche, I'll say a picture says a thousand words.

you're just like me, you're sipping a cup of dreams

I had a five-year-old-ish but wonderful dream last night. In my dream, it was a beautiful afternoon and I was at my frontyard; but it was more beautiful, with colorful flowers and butterflies. *Here goes the 5-year-old-ish part* There were Tinkerbell, Peter Pan, Wendy and her brothers. We were all holding hands, and hocus pocus, I was lifted off the ground to the air. I was flying with them! Ahahaha. I remember thinking flying is fun! Seriously! It was an indescribable sensation to be able to fly. Aaand, there was music playing (I don't know from where); it was La Vie En Rose. I know Disney's movie and french song don't mix. But I still think it was wonderful and magical.

Hm. Come to think of it, I had one 5-year-old-ish dream before, when I was still in the elementary school. In this dream, I saw colorful hippos flying around in the night sky filled with colorful stars. Not only hippos, there were also cows. But they weren't colorful, just the regular black and white. Wonderful.

Ridiculous as those dreams were, they were better than the one in which I wanted so much to see my grandpa before too late; so much I cried hard in my dream. When in reality, my grandpa's passed away.

Anyhoo. What am doing, babbling about dreams here? Well, who knows, one day my children can read the story about how their mom used to fly around with Peter Pan and the whole bunch, and watch colorful hippos floating in the sky from her window.