Pass Me Another Bottle, Honey.

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I apologies for not using a proper title where it should be represent what's in this blog. Because sometimes the content would be a complete utter random mayhem. And matching things getting out of date. Not saying I'm following the date tho. I might need to emphasize the randomness here - Sorry.
Enough for the boring prologue, we might never enter the edge of the main content because as a writer I determine everything and I might end up not writing any.
Jack Barakat and the rest of the guys charm blew me away. They looked weirdly soft despite their rough words. They made me in love and for a moment heals me from the reality that sucked my blood slowly but sure. They substitutes the blood, keeping me safe from the weakness of truth. They are drop dead cool.
Some thoughts might not with me on this statement, but hey, don't deny the super power of musicians. I can't even elaborate, they just have the element that other, normal, profession can't have.
When you like someone the littlest thing could come up so big and caught the notice. Something wrong could be neglected and seen very right, like their untold tight jeans or their indescribable hot sweats all over the body.
Things are weird in this world, sometimes it's very unfair depends on the back ground. I might say yes for Alex using tight jeans, but if it's you, I might mock you from your back. Dude, nothing personal.
If I have to come up with a defensive statement, I might say that I am better than New York city that never sleeps which somehow I detest due to the belongings of the city to United States where it took my friends one by one to a significant distance. For your information, distance sucks terribly. Distance begin with a goodbye which has wrongly named with a 'good' in front of 'bye'. I will never be enough satisfied for saying I hate any kind of bye's. Dudududududu. Whatever.
I'd rather listen to Therapy.

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Remember To Breathe

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The presence of holiday will never ever be expired, wrapped with cheers and festive spirit, although chrismukkah still couple months ahead. Either short or long break from school, by all means the early hours, excessive use of brain, home works, projects, books and stationaries, would be a blow of fresh air.
When it gets to holiday I do not want to get involve with any kind of task. I constantly mourned about it because I thought holiday was about don't-tell-me-what-to-do kind of activities. But there I go, when I reached the point of nothing, today, a holiday would be like french fries without salt or salad without thousand island topping. It taste sour and not suppose to be.
I'd rather have someone-told-me-what-I-have-to-do compare to browsing-the-internet-without-any-will-as-the-last-option.
I'll tell you, it was boring like... like... school. even sometimes school was slightly cooler with the ace class mates.

let me repeat, pack your days with plans when holiday is coming near you. Avoid any no-plan-days during the holiday UNLESS you do really need some time alone in your room and not nesseccarily needs any kind of entertaiment.

I'm not trying to complain here. Or less complaining perhaps. But you know, the good things about have no plan is somehow you will find a way to do something; anything. (the chance you would stumble randomly upon a greek god/musician like the picture below, is wide, wide, open). To keep your self occupied. Because sometimes, the reason you have no plan is you were too busy thinking you actually have no plan at all to survive the day.
But still, everyone, day would be three times better with exciting plans to be done.

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Tonight, Tonight, It's On Tonight

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My back is aching. Sore like a dry afternoon without cup of tea. I can't recall all posible reasons why I had this. Let's see.. probably the lack of rest by definition: sleeping. Certain nights my bed just can't defeat the charm of my laptop and keeping me awake until passed midnight. Just like tonight, actually. Fifteen past one a.m, the left over glue from yesterday's fake eyelashes still lingers on my eye lids. Speaking of yesterday, my grand parents just celebrate their 50th anniversary of their marriage. What a blessing. If I could imagine a marriage will always went smooth until hair turns grey and the last breath. I love them. Hereby, I would like congrats them for the hundred times.
A little celebration, I, and the rest of their grandchildren made a short drama. I made the screen play and the others helps were pretty helping too for made it succsess. the show went well. We did out best. <3

I apologies for the much lack of post on this blog, somehow I found my self quite often mentioning this. It has been a year more we've been together, I believe you'd understand if I don't feel right I never post an entry here.
Tonight, I do feels right with a little demand from a good friend of mine. I was involved with two different conversation tonight, and they both are in love. Like sweetly in love. They've got the same point but a different touch of details. Some way, through the way they elaborate I could feel their intensity for being in love. All the can't stop smiling and butterflies attack seems real. Although the stories has nothing to do with me but I feel happy. Happy as the odds. I love seeing people in love and hearing the stories. It's like i'm in love, myself.

Things just looked very pretty with such tension. Very cute, indeed.

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What's In United States?

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I, personally, never able to define what's airport feels like. The feeling's never changed but hardly describe.
There are two things that always occurs at the airport, either someone has to leave or someone just arrived.
Definitions are too wide to elaborate. Someone who leaves - temporary or not, would always be inconvinient as cough. Involved on it never taste pretty. Sometimes I thought those kind of separation only happens in movies, but oh dear lord, it happens in life too. It happens to be more sour than Sally.
One of my dearest friends, Wardha, the chubby mini size panda just left Indonesia for United States.
She left her chair empty in class, her presence will be hard to reach.
Things changed because of it. Tears fell towards the gravity upon the memories that won't be replaced by anything. The drought for undefineable length of time until the next untold meeting. Airport acts as the edge of it, of separation.
Just in case she might read this, take care sweety.
Despite everything, life goes on. No matter I fear the feeling of losing a couple more (friends who enlisted to go abroad) in the future which I have been warned and couldn't imagine on, nothing can stop the changes. It'll happen.
God knows when the reunion will be held but some day, I'll come back to the airport and confess a come back. Where the bitterness of airport switched in to the urge of joy as missing no longer available.

That would be fair.
Things will heal just like a broken late night with cup of hot chocolate and talks. Each existence of a thing, covered the other thing around. But still, words are a lot easier than acts.
What's in United States soon will took my dearest away?

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He's Building A Momentum

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Uh, liking someone is insanely fine. But sometimes it happens a time where some of your brain cells dispersed and likely quitting the job of caring someone. Maybe the pain of feeling it was not worth it.
Maybe.

When your heart, body and soul agreed, it all came down to the next move.
Theoretically what builds up (and maintaining) a feeling is through moments of indirect/direct affection.
The main point of everything - just like the earth as the center of rotation, moments determine things forward.
When you've got the moment, your feeling may grow to something that you might actually prevents all along for the sake of sanity. The ink has written, the only suggestion that may solve the insufficient use of heart,
avoid to have the moment by distance.
But don't expect instant result - it's like dreaming to win one million dollar within a second. It tend to be impossible.

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Arrogant Boy Caused a Scene Like You

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Is it me or maybe my nose become entirely too sensitive to certain smell?
I smell someone who isn't present. And some other smell (even the smell of my apartment air freshener) reminds me to some moments that hardly to forget. As if every time I smelled the scent, there was a short clip in my mind played the memories I had. It was random - an odd random.
I've become too sensitive when it down to someone I'm seeing. While I used to the most ignorant person, but it all could change within one moments of... insecurity caused by irrelevant feeling.
It's best to keep the distance with others. Keeping things in the area of 'just', where it lies perfectly still right between the less or more. I mean, having slightly much feeling to someone has a BIG risk of getting hurt or disappointed.
I learned from a friend of mine, he seems keeping things under his ass tightly. He rarely found shares any story to others. He rarely go out which one way of prevent things to bond deeper, right?
He's good, dear reader, He's damn good. You know what the best thing of having some kind of distinct personality like him? You don't have to feel bad when you are about to leave your friends.
It's seems so easy like you have nothing to worry. Like the tree never grown out of soil,
Nothing would take a burden of losing someone while someone else out there pay too much respect on him.
All the above sounded like he doesn't have any feeling but fortunately he does. It's just the image I get from the way he resonates his acts to me.
Or maybe, he hides things behind his eyes resolving an act of independent. If he just acting, it makes him hell kind of actor.

Despite everything, All Time Low took over me another night. Salute

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Don't Sweat It, It's Over Now

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I'm plugging my self in too much situation,
Believe me it ain't good putting your self somewhere where it exceed everything which stimulate your blood pressure to get very high and somehow it occurs your brain can't hardly think about other things or tend to makes your brain stop think. You know like there is no solution, just a minute to escape.
This feeling beats caffeine. It keeps me awake - not to mention, stoked
Probably having the same condition like you are in love. I can't say and tell. It has the same honesty and respect of endless regard. A voice of human kind hang on Baritone range asking my nerves to dance in a goosebumps.
If Bella Swan has the ability to protect herself from others Vampires ability, this feeling has the ability not to feel a moment of bad shits, just the good shit. The sweats doesn't matter, when something meant to be gorgeous, it would look hot no matter how or what. Flashing lights just being very loyal to keep them shine competes with gold.
And the fucking crowds makes me feel like a complete loser while I should have thank enough to God for letting me have the moment, the moment for feeling this... Adoring vibe.
For one second, I don't want it to end.
All Time Low makes me feel alive tonight. Thank you.

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The Great Procrasinator

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June was no longer waiting in front of my door step, time let it inside my house. With an open arm, I welcomed June replacing a hectic May. The pieces that left from May still got carried along in June, only on early June. By the end of June I shall let go all the miseries in any kind of torturment against my personal wants.
These past two months I have been neglected the priority of writing. My time wasted with something irrelevantly random. I couldn't even remember it.
I haven't write for a while - especially a long-worth-reading one. Project that I've been keen on also been neglected, the stories that somehow require a lot of attention from myself.
Weeks has treated me nicely, I've been gradually grateful for everything that I had and makes me so calm and ease. I bought a ticket to one of the best upcoming scenes in my entire life, ALL TIME LOW concerts ticket live in Jakarta.
I am very stoked. Very stoked in the same time there was a certain fear that I can't hardly share, about the hysterical hype people claiming themselves as the number one fans. It gets me thinking so who should be called as the number one fans? You? Me? Her? Him?
Are we just competing for something non-sense? I like them, with my heart. But would it be necessary?
I've been dreaming for having the previlege without standing in a que, waits and sacrifising the strength until the artist up on the stage. It took a lot to survive between the crowds. But somehow being ordinary is usual. I just... can't put these feelings in to words, I would have waste my time, again, for nothing.
In anyway, time flies too fast and brought me on the edge of my last second year in high school (read: another year to university) Too little time to decide. Ooops. Here I am again, dealing with buzz worthy time.
I'll probably gonna write something worth to read soon - au revoir

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