November 19, 2017

When I Look at the Sea

I am alone in a strange place.

Watching people come and go. Noticing that nobody really belongs to anyone.

After a while, I realize that every single train and bus ride is sacred. So sacred that I want to keep it only for myself; even sharing it with my closest ones sometimes feels like a horrible idea.

There I always think. My head is filled with fleeting thoughts and wild ideas. Summarizing them into words or short sentences is often impossible.

Then I came to a point in my life where I wish I could just stop thinking; even about thinking itself, and its later consequences of thinking and not thinking. Thinking is tiring. I'm longing for a state in which my mind could go blank.

And so I sleep.

And so I meditate.

And so I look at the sea.

It never crossed my mind that sea could have its own therapeutical effect on me. But then I found out that I could stare at the vast sea and be at peace. I could surrender to the raging wave and be at the present moment. My mind did not wander around. There was no uneasiness nor fear.

I was in nothingness.

And I love it.

August 3, 2017

Blest be the Moonlight

Everyone had already left when I heard him play.

The poignant tune of the piano caught my attention. My heart skipped a beat the moment I recognized the song.

He sat tall on the bench as his slender fingers gracefully danced across the piano bars. He was as calm as the placid Greenland fields; as peaceful as the serene Himalayan mountains. He was so immersed in his own little world that he did not seem to realize my presence.

The haunting melody echoed all over the room, its feelings were perfectly conveyed. He played the song just right.

I was helplessly drawn to him.

June 12, 2017

In the Honor of the Snatcher

"I see you took an immediate liking to him."

"To whom?"

"To him. The guy you came across at the exhibition last month."

"What makes you say that?"

"How many times have you opened his page since your encounter that day?"

"I open his page every once in a while."

"That didn't answer my question. And by once in a while, you mean once every two or three days, so it makes you have opened his page like.. 10 to 15 times already."

She laughed. A faint blush was slowly become visible on her cheeks. I couldn't help but smirk.

May 13, 2017

Chasing Yoko Shimomura: Kingdom Hearts Orchestra World Tour

Something spectacular happened last week in the honor of celebrating Kingdom Hearts series' 15th anniversary!

Pada Minggu 7 Mei 2017 lalu, saya dan sepupu saya bareng-bareng nonton Kingdom Hearts Orchestra World Tour di Singapura. Konser tersebut adalah konser official musik-musiknya Kingdom Hearts (dan world tour concert perdananya juga!). I never thought I would go to Singapore again this quick for another concert, considering the fact that I barely went to Singapore for Distant Worlds concert last December (click here to read the story). But there I was in the concert hall, completely enjoying the moment, nggak nyesel sama sekali telah merelakan segenap uang tabungan dan meninggalkan skripsi sejenak demi..

KETEMU YOKO SHIMOMURA!

April 15, 2017

An Afternoon Well Spent

As seniors who are about to graduate (hopefully) soon, it is mandatory for my friends and I to present the Last Performance. The name says it all; it's an event where we put on various performances on stage dedicated as our last contribution for people on campus. It is also recognized as the last opportunity to show your true color slash go crazy (meaning: giving your best shot to come up with the most stupid, effective way of ruining your image you've exerted yourself to build in the last four years, like by doing some weird dancing or acting ridiculously).

Our Last Performance was successfully held last Wednesday, earning rounds of applause, squeal, and laugh. After practicing and preparing everything for weeks, I was nearly moved to tears at the end of the three hours performance. I felt so happy, relieved, and proud receiving positive feedbacks and knowing that people love the show!
© La Valse des Mots
Maira Gall