A King. A String and Fighting.

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this just the movie that you need to convinced yourself that Ashton Kutcher is worth to fall for. Despite this movie immensely emphasize on intimate term of unusual relationship, the story hides the beauty of the main conflict. Where here, Ash had the chance to make most of the girl's fantasy of him being romantic shown during the climax somewhere near the last minute of the movie. There was one tiny, simple line that took my five seconds breath away (and you could hear Ashton's voice shaking almost into tears). Go see for yourself, I won't be a spoiler here. Just don't take your eyes off the screen and your ears off the sound when Natalie Portman just confessed her feeling to Ashton. Oh, and make sure you are seventeen and above ;)

*Worth watching but not yet favorite movie.

I thought this going to be boring and dull. but Queen Elizabeth was right, this was a good movie. I did not sleep throughout the movie. The face of Britain was well-drawn. This just exactly the movie that suits Golden Globe and Oscar.

I personally never paying much attention to the fighter's life but this true story put me in additional knowledge towards those tough fighters. They fight for everything. Both way of everything. And their fight somehow worth to be noticed. Christian Bale looked sublime with thin cheeks, I almost did not recognize him. And Mark Wahlberg's abs was stunning. From downtown Lowell in States this movie is pretty fine.

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Hide and Seek

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Being in senior year strangled me for having the total good times - this is me, a student who prefer sleep rather than calculating math. I did not lose all the spare time, there is just a border which limits the intensity of me having great deal of fun. It somehow put me in the situation where, I can not have it all full. I am only somewhere in between. Books and subjects in school did not appeal to me as much as live music. I am in drought of having my creativity mind back. Few rooms in my head are already locked due to the excessive try outs in these past three weeks where some rooms are supposedly remain open for the thoughtful ideas creeping in. The sound of responsibility doing the job I, personally detest just seemingly refuse to stop whispering. Though, at the end I always end up doing anything but that.

I apologies if there might be another upcoming post decorated with words of mumble because this site is the closest getaway from the unwillingness of doing tasks. Most of the time I just opened up every websites, check the updates and close it within one minute and in the third minute, I opened it again for the sake of losing this tension. Sometimes I set an hour limit and telling myself to move my ass and start doing something academically. The plan worked roughly 2%. That is why I crowned myself as the best procrastinator of the year. It has become a notorious habit I dreadfully hopes to disappear pretty soon.

The phrase saying, there will be a sunshine after the rain sometimes is defenselessly true. After I string up trains of complaining thoughts, I started to see what was wrong and pretty much giving me ideas to do something that might fit to cover the flaws.

Oh dear, I am running out of sentences, see you later folks. xx

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This, Pretty.

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“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow. She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book. Buy her another cup of coffee. Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice. It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does. She has to give it a shot somehow. Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world. Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two. Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries. If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype. You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads. Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”

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A+K

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Noticing that life is never going to be like the movie, shattered my wish into pieces.

This social network had lost its ability to entertain me. And what become the worst, I could not blame anything nor anybody for it. I could not ask anyone to solve this, this empty jar of sparkles. The color started to fade within hours, and there was no money left in my wallet to get myself a paint brush along with pack of watercolor. This what slowly kills my common senses. More things lining up on my non-sense list. As if I have swallowed the whole gravity down in to my throat, and I no longer feel right, like I was floating around with nothing comes along to be my grip. Although this sounded worse in context but that would not change the way my hair unfurl insignificantly. There was a moment where I opened my iTunes and I got very lost I did not know which song I should play. Or once, the song that I hoped might calm me turned out to be as plain as sauce-less hamburger.

I'd say in my defense, there were too much things going on at once. Things that require million of extreme focus. While my head's capability perhaps just reached thousands or slightly less. You know, school demanding for obscure attention. While someone who once I have shared a brief yet impressive feeling currently in town, I still did not understand how we ended up not talking at all. World is weird, eh. And I got C- for writing. That, my friend, pretty depressing. Anyway,

Thank you for the existence of Ashton Kutcher whom has written down in to my life history as my favorite actor, and helped me forget the world for around 108 minutes.

To whoever read this, wish me luck for everything.

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Truths Are Easier to Remember

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In the current hour, through the piles of minutes and seconds, there are too many things to be listed running in laps inside my head. It almost caused a silence riot which implied me here. Sometimes when there are just too many things need to be done, I just ended up looking for salvation. Things itself may not existed as much as I had in mind, but it just impersonate stress in every line.

If trees has journal, I believe in between the strong and firm appearance, there are moments when they feel very vulnerable like a feather. Either in drought, storm, or when the air just simply polluted.

Spaces giving me the gap for complaining the littlest visible form of flaw.

I ended up blaming routines for taking away my spare time to write. I kind of miss writing recently. Somehow I maintain to keep it safe under the polite demeanor though the swears refuse to shut up deep inside.

"I have no time to write." mumbled me when I was alone in the elevator that brought me into the front door of my apartment. The spare time just shrunk in one motion. Mirror at the end of the hallway screamed at me. I looked bad but not yet awful nor horrible. I lost weight, seen from my thin cheek.

I walked home today, crossing the bridge from the other side of busy street. I stopped over at McDonald's which never sleep. Just because the yellow light striking my eyes assuming it calling me to buy some meals. And I did. I bought French Fries. Two. I was having my alone time where I tend to be very consumptive.

And that's that.

Oh, one more thing, I owe this blog an eternal thank you. Thank you for being the best brief getaway. I'm telling you if I left without anything to do, I might end up burning packs of unsolvable wrapped tobaccos.

Kidding.

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