http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2014/01/04/your-letters-and-stars-are-falling.html
Whether we have a quiet contemplation at home with friends and family, throw or attend a party with bonfire and barbecue, head out to the town or take the family to see the fireworks, hiking a mountain, have it celebrate with champagne, dancing and kissing your loved ones when the clock strikes midnight sharp or just have a nice wonderful sleep at home, we all tend to see the New Year in some way.
As for me, the temptation to spend the last night of 2013 with elves, hobbits, dwarves, werewolves, and off course the legendary dragon was far too strong to resist. What’s better than having the experience of wandering around the mystical Middle Earth in The Desolation of Smaug through the 4D movie at Blitzmegaplex Grand Indonesia. Who knew I might be able to steal a glance at the stars falling from the cloudy skies afterwards.
Well... the two hours and a half of 4D movie was worth to experience. The visual effect and technique was spectacular, a living proof on how advanced technology keeps us in constant awe and wonder. The thrilling journey sadly ended at 10.30 p.m. The thirst for the Middle Earth was not yet quenched.
The only regret I had was when I saw the spectators littered the room with plastic bags. Why on earth it was so hard to keep the waste awhile and dump it in the garbage bin later on. Education and social class seem does not correlate directly with the degree of awareness for not littering.
As my husband and I stepped outside the mall, hundreds of thousands of people already swarmed the area, snaking along the Hotel Indonesia traffic circle and its surrounding streets, to watch the Jakarta Festival Night. Parents took their toddlers along. Lovers entwined their arms with eyes full of promises. Groups of Teenagers just wanted to see the promised spectacular view on the special night, satisfying their urge for adventure. Festival goers with their fancy dress. Street buskers who tried eking out of a living from the one night show. All mingled in one melted pot.
People crowded snapping pictures of the thundering skies as fireworks began to dance, forming sparkling stars above. The falling silver-spark trail behind the glittering of each star was like small thunder jets. It’s great to see.
Even the faint drizzle did not prevent the festival goers to wait for the countdown, having fun and enjoy the celebration to mark the arrival of the New Year in the capital. All waited the pinnacle of event when the clock strikes at 12.
Already, the stars were falling. Large number of spark trailing stars falling slowly in an umbrella patter cheered the merry spectators during the interval. The deafening fireworks lighted up the skies. Many blew their trumpets ceaselessly. It’s really something to watch.
I loved to gaze at the glittering skies. But I disliked the raucous noises. Too much blaring sounds to suit my taste. What’s annoyed me more was that I found again people littering around without any guilt. They threw plastics and waste without restraint despite the calling from Jakarta Mayor to keep Jakarta clean. I bet the next morning, tons of waste would be collected.
Fighting our way to Sudirman train station was not an easy job. Several times we had to detour our route as some main thoroughfares around the area were blocked. Walking amid ocean of people was really exhausting and got on our nerves. The annoying sounds of horns, trumpets and firecrackers sent me jittery all the way. One split second, I got separated from my husband. It was really frustrating.
What normally took only 15 minutes of walk from Hotel Indonesia traffic circle to the train station extended by one hour and a half. We had to find small alleys and passages to get to the station, avoiding the blocked roads. Still, we could catch a glimpse of the dense spherical burst of stars, leaving a burning trail of tiny particles as they expanded outward.
Arriving at the station did not automatically send us to a rescue. We missed the last train in the nick of time. The additional train would depart at 1.50 a.m. So, we had to wait for around two hours at the dim station.
The platform was deserted when we got there. We were among the first to arrive. Unfortunately, after minutes went by, more people crowded the platform. Regardless of age and status; old and young, rich and poor; all gathered to wait for the last train to Bogor area. Next to me was a family of six, sprawling their legs to ease their exhaustion. Many others just slumped on the floor while chatted merrily about the fireworks they saw. Some talked about the artists performed on stage.
Well, despite the hang-over clearly written on the faces, I spotted happiness as well. It’s a once year festival. It’s time to just have fun before new dawn broke.
To kill the time, I read the book I just bought.
Reading my book, I couldn't help but thinking. On New Year’s Day, when the party, fireworks, and toasts are finally over, many of us will become more serious about life. What’s next after the celebration and what’s it to celebrate for really? Something is amiss.
In contemplation, I think that we all want something as a sense of purpose and accomplishment, thus a pleasure when achieving it. That’s why people make resolutions as the most popular custom as the new chapter of the year begins to roll. They function as direction to stir new courses of action to better our lives. Such as in making resolution to not littering around ever again this year and forward .
Fulfilling the resolution will give us pleasure and happiness. That’s the essence of making a resolution, a purpose in life to attain happiness. It’s the meaning of the New Year: that tomorrow will always be a better day than today.
So, every one, fill your glass of life to the full–and drink deep to your resolution and make it comes true.
Happy New Year. Happy life.
Whether we have a quiet contemplation at home with friends and family, throw or attend a party with bonfire and barbecue, head out to the town or take the family to see the fireworks, hiking a mountain, have it celebrate with champagne, dancing and kissing your loved ones when the clock strikes midnight sharp or just have a nice wonderful sleep at home, we all tend to see the New Year in some way.
As for me, the temptation to spend the last night of 2013 with elves, hobbits, dwarves, werewolves, and off course the legendary dragon was far too strong to resist. What’s better than having the experience of wandering around the mystical Middle Earth in The Desolation of Smaug through the 4D movie at Blitzmegaplex Grand Indonesia. Who knew I might be able to steal a glance at the stars falling from the cloudy skies afterwards.
Well... the two hours and a half of 4D movie was worth to experience. The visual effect and technique was spectacular, a living proof on how advanced technology keeps us in constant awe and wonder. The thrilling journey sadly ended at 10.30 p.m. The thirst for the Middle Earth was not yet quenched.
The only regret I had was when I saw the spectators littered the room with plastic bags. Why on earth it was so hard to keep the waste awhile and dump it in the garbage bin later on. Education and social class seem does not correlate directly with the degree of awareness for not littering.
As my husband and I stepped outside the mall, hundreds of thousands of people already swarmed the area, snaking along the Hotel Indonesia traffic circle and its surrounding streets, to watch the Jakarta Festival Night. Parents took their toddlers along. Lovers entwined their arms with eyes full of promises. Groups of Teenagers just wanted to see the promised spectacular view on the special night, satisfying their urge for adventure. Festival goers with their fancy dress. Street buskers who tried eking out of a living from the one night show. All mingled in one melted pot.
People crowded snapping pictures of the thundering skies as fireworks began to dance, forming sparkling stars above. The falling silver-spark trail behind the glittering of each star was like small thunder jets. It’s great to see.
Even the faint drizzle did not prevent the festival goers to wait for the countdown, having fun and enjoy the celebration to mark the arrival of the New Year in the capital. All waited the pinnacle of event when the clock strikes at 12.
Already, the stars were falling. Large number of spark trailing stars falling slowly in an umbrella patter cheered the merry spectators during the interval. The deafening fireworks lighted up the skies. Many blew their trumpets ceaselessly. It’s really something to watch.
I loved to gaze at the glittering skies. But I disliked the raucous noises. Too much blaring sounds to suit my taste. What’s annoyed me more was that I found again people littering around without any guilt. They threw plastics and waste without restraint despite the calling from Jakarta Mayor to keep Jakarta clean. I bet the next morning, tons of waste would be collected.
Fighting our way to Sudirman train station was not an easy job. Several times we had to detour our route as some main thoroughfares around the area were blocked. Walking amid ocean of people was really exhausting and got on our nerves. The annoying sounds of horns, trumpets and firecrackers sent me jittery all the way. One split second, I got separated from my husband. It was really frustrating.
What normally took only 15 minutes of walk from Hotel Indonesia traffic circle to the train station extended by one hour and a half. We had to find small alleys and passages to get to the station, avoiding the blocked roads. Still, we could catch a glimpse of the dense spherical burst of stars, leaving a burning trail of tiny particles as they expanded outward.
Arriving at the station did not automatically send us to a rescue. We missed the last train in the nick of time. The additional train would depart at 1.50 a.m. So, we had to wait for around two hours at the dim station.
The platform was deserted when we got there. We were among the first to arrive. Unfortunately, after minutes went by, more people crowded the platform. Regardless of age and status; old and young, rich and poor; all gathered to wait for the last train to Bogor area. Next to me was a family of six, sprawling their legs to ease their exhaustion. Many others just slumped on the floor while chatted merrily about the fireworks they saw. Some talked about the artists performed on stage.
Well, despite the hang-over clearly written on the faces, I spotted happiness as well. It’s a once year festival. It’s time to just have fun before new dawn broke.
To kill the time, I read the book I just bought.
Reading my book, I couldn't help but thinking. On New Year’s Day, when the party, fireworks, and toasts are finally over, many of us will become more serious about life. What’s next after the celebration and what’s it to celebrate for really? Something is amiss.
In contemplation, I think that we all want something as a sense of purpose and accomplishment, thus a pleasure when achieving it. That’s why people make resolutions as the most popular custom as the new chapter of the year begins to roll. They function as direction to stir new courses of action to better our lives. Such as in making resolution to not littering around ever again this year and forward .
Fulfilling the resolution will give us pleasure and happiness. That’s the essence of making a resolution, a purpose in life to attain happiness. It’s the meaning of the New Year: that tomorrow will always be a better day than today.
So, every one, fill your glass of life to the full–and drink deep to your resolution and make it comes true.
Happy New Year. Happy life.
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