The Past

Sometimes Even The Right Is Wrong

Mood is like an air for the survival of good actions which resemble a good impression for those naked/not eyes. Words that flutters from mouth has spesificaly chosen between thousands others. It represent manners that should be dictated.

No matter of determine fortunate or un fortunate, teenagers never believed that. Whether being teenager is an issues or a gift, I couldn't personally understand and come up with an answer. Those unfiltered words kept echoing by the ears and constant cursing for every visible object. By then I'm giving a standing ovation for parents and their permanent hardest and worth nobel job ever.

Being selfish is soothing and ignorance is bliss.

Based on the statistic, it never showed a significant proof of what has been hoped. Statistic taken by the facts. Denying statistic is like denying that rain is in a form of liquid, not solid particle. Although some time, Statistics not worth it to be on the school's subject.

Teenagers doesn't want to be judged. But they unconsciously did while they were cursing something or someone. Being mistakenly wrong judged was a terible nightmare. The power of words is sinical, which could damage your brain in the technical thinking or perspective.

Labile as the ocean in a tap, a guitar and fingers. It never sounded right without.

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All The Places

maybe blog needs to speak to me, so I could type one better just like it has been written. Writing a blog was not my intention today, but as my fingers scribbles around the internet, I ended up cheking the updated entry of something that I could read. Well, most of them came from Robert Pattinson. I did not read it anyway.

I've been woken up very early due to the plan I had to stick with, having a weekend excercise. but on recent days, my mood wasn't going to cope with crowds. I just hate crowds. Manner was very questionable here. Sometimes I couldn't even control my emotions to my own race (with all due respect, no offense)

Also, wasn't my intention to abandoned for the million times, this blog. It's just.. this week was tight and pretty rough. I could hate someone in a blink of an eye. Sorry. I'll manage to behave though.
I've finished my job to handle this event, have I told you that? and it went very well. On that day, I could capture myself in love with a musician, rather than a film-maker, on every thrum by the guitar. I just love them.

if someone asked me what last forever, I could only come up with one thing, a permanent tattoo. It stays in your skin until your last breath. even after you got burried. Nonetheless other things are temporary. Not even friends, clothes, socks, shoes, or love.
When you grow older, you need to have a size bigger for your shoes, or when the socks was accidentally ripped, you need to look for the new one.
Friends may come and go. Distance may stormed by and spanned. but notes: not every friends.
I used to talk to someone like very a lot, on every conversation was worthed. but it turned out I've never speak to him again or once, he has changed as cold as ice from a warm breeze. Things changed. Again.
Reason was not important to be observe. It just happened.

School was fine. but I'd rather not talking about it. School will always be school. Got what I mean?
despite the beauty of schoolmates which very lovely.

April almost ended, and I couldn't wait for August, because Jack is coming to town.
Let me repeat, Jack. Is. Coming. To. Town!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, take care. I'm working my ass to my upcoming project, can't spend too many minutes here. Wish me luck.

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Dear Maria, Count Me In!

Distractions were highly destructive; damaging my wants for writing a simple blog today. You know, something simple but represents the flowing thoughts in my head. But most of the time I kept denying and listen it as a blah blah blah phrase. Internet and TV serves me endless distractions while somehow I put myslef surrounded by them. I've been standing in solitary state, avoiding and questioning things. Although mind knows the fact of righteousness, actions that taken still doubted.
There was a part of me that refuse experiencing something I wasn't familiar with. And boom, I stuck with the suffocating bad mood all over. The negativity that descended had no idea how it affects me. I wasn't born as a fighter, more as a lover, but I know I could construct my self as I grown older. These days you couldn't live without being a fighter, as if the world commands you to stay strong. Life is rough, either good rough or bad rough. Miseries would end soon. Stress will fade. They have time. Bad things will pass. Maybe I have to write those poetic quotes right on my forehead. Well, not forehead. All over my arms maybe, consider as a tattoo. So I kept reminded it to it.
I shouldn't give a time for my brain cells to think the posibilites because some of them are not potentially worth thinking.
The tension was too intense. My phone kept ringing. The show is two days. I even too lazy to pick up the phone that ringing. Sorry for the exaggeration, I kind a like it.


But this, made my day: Dear Jakarta, Count Me In, Cause ALL TIME LOW is here!

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Hold Me, Cause I'm Falling

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Party is an excuse for people to have the moment that regular day couldn't brought. Party is where you blend in crowds and forget the individualism within. (besides the tasty food served on well-polished wooden table along with the comfy chair.) The lamps were slightly too obsecure. Noises were everywhere. Indistinct chatters were occupied the room. What was very common, prominent it self in the radar. Eyes were just too bored to pay attention. Party was nice but my mood wasn't set up to this kind of occasion.
Make sure if you attends a party, you are really wanted to be one of the pieces that gathered in to a crowd. Or you may end up in the toilet, looking up to the ceiling or the painted wall behind you, wishing there would be less crowd.

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They Demand For Happy Ending

I kept doing the same thing. I ended up scrolling my mouse all over the site looking for cool stuff that I don't necessarily need. I stopped or not even trying to create a sentence because I was avoiding the interfered sound when I pushed the alphabet on the keyboard. There I stopped. But in the same time, I tried to gather all of my atomistic thoughts which diffuse everywhere. I moved to another tab, I typed anything that passed through mind, all time low. All Time Low will, sooner or later, come to Jakarta. And I'm ecstatic about it. Like really. There I found Alex kissing Ryan, on MTV unplugged. Shocker. There my mind told me to opened the windows media player right away, and chose six feet under the stars song. One of the picture remind me to the lyrics,
"Pass me another bottle, honey. The Jaegger is so sweet..."
I don't really get what it means but I like it.
Those stuff happens in life. Liking something but not really understand the reason behind it. I like staying awake by my self until morning comes. I like being vicious. I like to see happy ending 2% more than sad ending. I like to see guy in the band rather than guy in the football match. I like listening to nonsense stories. I like English. I like talking digress, which I just did

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Am I Wry? Hell No.

I might don't understand about everything but sure I do understand how I would have my characters in my book live like I wanted to. Like a fairytale or even like me. Honey bee, I'm focusing my ass on it.
I getting suck of writing blog recently, and this heavy head increased the amount of my distraction and also my shivering body, eventhough there isn't any damaging cold surrounds.
I want to have a holiday where I could be anonymous. I've tried the earlier day, I went down to the swimming pool. I thought nobody would recognize me, but still, there was someone calling out my name.
I found something cool today, I found something to do when I don't have anything to do. and it's also healthy. And before, I didn't really know that my apartment would look so pretty like a rainbow, it imitates bali very well. I still need the real beach though.
Anyway, I'm learning about the common phrase about "girls like asshole guy".
It contains personal experience..........................

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Significant Changes

My ears were the coolest body part of the week, I am afraid that I might tortured them due to the excessive and loud music I've been consuming A LOT. Music gives a lot too, though. At least I can find three minutes distraction to salvation. Another good distraction is a movie. As I got here, my appreciation to movie is improving. Movie takes me away from the world I am living in. For those two hours length pile of scenes, I am somewhere else, I am there. Trying to put myself on their shoes. That's why, when the movie ends, (esp. good movie) it took a while for me getting back to my senses. Some part of my mind was still there, amused or even disappointed. But disappointed movies are easy to be forgotten, Good movie happens reverse, it's hard.
Wait, why I'm talking about movies?

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My Name Is Khan is a must watch movie. I'd had this on top among the recent movies I have watched. Just believe me.

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This movie would suit for those who enjoys seeing a romance with all the twisted feud. Nicholas Sparks got the best stories for romance. Hands down.




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If you have ever have a dog and not cry watching this movie, you ARE heartless.


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I'm not a fan for fantasies nor wonderland. But I like how Alice dressed.



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This a should watch, but not a must, movie. The story was soft and normal, but the ending was insanely shocker, and I love something unexpected. Got what I mean?
Robert still looked better as a vampire, but heck, Rob is the shit.


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