Tiara "Yarra Rai" Soemawilaga, born (June 4, 1987) and spent my early childhood in Canberra, Australia. Piano was my 'first crush' - my Mom introduced it to me and signed me up to a classical piano course when I was 4 y/o.
At the age of 7, my parents decided to move back toIndonesia. Within a year of our arrival, I found my 'first love' - singing. So then, I started to concern more about singing as I took part in joining vocal courses.
Back in year 2005/2006, I made it through the Top 24 Finaliston "Indonesian Idol". Up until now, singing and playing piano has been the best way to express my feelings towards anything.
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It’s funny how a song can send you skyrocketing through time, to another sphere in an old, abandoned horizon. It can call your name and tempt you to return, even though there is absence of life within the planet it beckons you on. But if you close your eyes, if you squeeze just so tight, you might just feel his breath, you might just hear your heart beat quicken and feel your feat ache for the steps you want to take, the ones he stole from you. You can almost fool yourself, and the ache within your mind, the ache for redemption and a second chance, the ache for his warmth and to hear him call, slowly as you give way to old harboured dusty sheets that ache from your mind down lower, it seeps into your blood and cascades down into the depths of your chest, causing a tightness only eased with imagining more and more… And suddenly you’re lost in the past. Wondering how it went oh so fast. And it brushes your skin and coaxes your senses and tempts you to stay. And it takes you through dreams, the ones you live in your mind, and your quickened heartbeat turns into a midnight stroll through memory lane, but if you shut your eyes, if you hold them tight, if you exhale slowly and focus on him only, he’ll be there to see you cry and know you won’t but so want to pry, and you’ll say goodbye to him a thousand times in your mind, and replay his footsteps looking for his say, a sign, something, telling you it was enough, telling you there’s hope. (Skip) And all of a sudden you’re fighting the times, and eleven months ago is now, and you’re slipping slowly into the heat, begging yourself not to give in to defeat, don’t call him, and you’re singing along “I need you… I don’t need you…” Under your breath. Feeling silenced and bereft, missing his skin and facing the same ache you surrender to today. Oh how things barely change. Oh he’s gone he’s gone he’s gone. (Skip) and what about the young darn girl, setting prospect on the dawn? The one who saw good in bad and dreams in lies and who changed her stripes to prove he’d be alright. Who’d been battered and betrayed, but don’t worry honey, the numbness comes late. You spent hours in contemplation and you’re waiting in the next room for him to call your name and you watch him never change his mind day after day, you wonder your fault and you cast your vote, oh I never should have bothered, should have gave up the go. And days and nights were blurry but full of denial and a tightening sense of control, and a lack of ability with which to withhold. And if I can just not feel. If I can just shut it out, I promise I’ll be whole, I promise I’ll be right. (Skip) oh comparisons, they never do quite cut it do they? Maybe I should have fallen for the school boy down the road, the one with big boy shoes and a shoulder to hold. And you know I let him go for you. He was tainted by your breath and the prospect of the best. And his bland midnight daydreams never cut it to our midday banter breaks and the way your absence brought a new sense of ache, something four walls and 2000 miles couldn’t break. Don’t touch me now, this last years progress is at stake.
Nothing is fair. Life isn’t fair. You’ll have ″friends″ that talk crap about you behind your back. You’ll care about somebody that isn’t interested in you in the slightest. You’ll get involved in your family problems. You’ll find a boy/girl that you give everything to, and they’ll forget you weeks later. You’ll lose things, you’ll miss things. You’ll see somebody that you were so close to but they’ll blank you because they treat you like a stranger. You’ll worry about school, exams, etc. Some nights, you’ll cry yourself to sleep because life isn’t how you planned it to be. You’ll make up perfect scenarios in your head to make you feel better and then realize they won’t come true. Arguments, yes, you’ll have plenty with them, mainly with the people you really care about. You’ll lose a relative and you’ll grieve, you’ll grieve so much. You’ll experience so much heartbreak because a boy/girl will turn out everything you didn’t expect them to be. You’ll get ignored, you’ll maybe even get rejected. You’ll get nasty comments from people who envy you. One day you’ll meet a boy/girl that will love you for who you are and what you do. Your family loves you, your friends love you. You’ll look through your camera photos and smile/laugh at all the memories and good times you’ve shared. You’ll make your lost/loved ones proud by trying your best in everything you do; they wouldn’t want to see you unhappy. Smile. One day, you won’t be able to sleep because your reality is so much better than your dreams. You’ll party/dance/sing so hard that you have no energy left. You have so much to look forward to, life has its downs, and at times it isn’t fair at all. Life will hurt you, it will test you. But remember you also have so much to smile and be happy about. Why spend your whole life feeling because something didn’t happen, or something went wrong? Always remember God is good and you have a bright future ahead of you, just smile :)
Photograph by B. Anthony Stewart, National Geographic In this picture from the early 1940s, travelers in California’s San Joaquin Valley gather owl’s clover and blue lupine in a field along Route 99. The photo originally accompanied a 1942 feature story on California’s abundant wildflowers.
Bordalo II New Street Piece “Invisible Man Acrossing Borders“ in Lisbon (Portugal) Die neueste Arbeit des portugiesischen Street Art Künstlers Bordalo Segundo aka Bordalo II in Lissabon (Portugal). Für die Installation “Invisible Man Acrossing Borders“ hat Bordalo II einen Loch in Form eines Menschen in einen Zaun geschnitten.