Sleep It Off, My Dear.

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Tonight is not the first night I had questions. Questions, not doubt. There is a thin line lies in between them. And I would rather call it question. Doubt has the odd sensation of negativity, somehow. You know the sudden heat trembling all over your body then it intensifies around your head like something is wrong; as if it sends signal to your brain to believe everything is just wrong. When it is not. It is not, believe me. Especially during late night. I am almost certain, you should believe anyone else beside yourself during midnight. It is commonly judged as the hour when thoughts are running wild out of sense.

Thus, bad thought(s) is one of the deadly enemy of mine. Most of the time I let it controls me. Running along delightfully as if my head is a play ground. I nearly lost it earlier, or maybe I did for a couple seconds, but I managed to keep everything on the right track. Am trying. It is just part of the mind's play, you see. All classic and pretentiously arrogant, Shakespeare fail impostor. Telling heavy things weighing you down low while they are the one that got it wrong. Because good things are high, not low. You have to reach out for it. And also because God always on watch. And will always be ready with anything if we require something. I know, I know, it's sounds like a cheesy cheese stick with overrated cliche-ness. But really. You should hang on with whatever your faith is. If you do not have one, please, please, go and find one. It is necessary at the time like this. When you are.. vulnerable.

So, if you are currently going through something that happens to have a slight chance to bother your mind, listen to me, everything is alright. Or if you insist it is not, then it will be. It always be. Just sleep it off, and see what's the morning got for you. Maybe something more than a toast bread and coffee for breakfast.

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Half Way

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'So when shall I see you again?' I could not withstand the question any longer along with the rush of worry that had been attacking my head from feeling secure since the first second I was aware he'd be leaving this town in three days.

He barely reached the bench from the game, looking tired, sitting next to me. I could not even wait a couple seconds after he finished drinking half the bottle of water. He took a deep breath, followed with an exhale which sounded like sigh. I lean my body forward, putting my best attention towards him as I could read he was about to speak.

'Someday, soon.' he answered briefly.

'Where?' asked me again hiding my agitation under my voice. It would not need a genius to figure out that we both were heading to two different side of the world for quite a long while. The idea of being apart alone, had lost me ounces of sleep.

He paused for a moment as if he was catching his breath again, but his eyes seem wander off under the bright sun. In patience I waited, 'Half way.' he said lightly yet very vivid. His eyes had stopped wandering. His stare was found as our eyes met. That puts me in silence. A moment of toxin-free, set me on quaint ease while I was staggering at the edge of my seat. Without knowing where half way was, I nodded in agreement. I never heard something unknown sounded very certain in my ear. I softly repeat, 'Half way it is.'

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They Say It Changes When The Sun Goes Down

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I think I am mad. Mad at the situation. Situation I despise. Mad at the solitude. Solitude that brings too many thoughts around. Mad at everything without someone to blame -- not that I intended to blame anyone; but having the idea of having someone to blame just clarified I am not wrong. Mad at these sleepy eyes. But instead of sleeping, I force myself to do anything but sleep as if I enjoy a bit of competition. Mad at this empty box because I can not get my fingers to write anything due to the over-annoying mind of mine that unable to stay put. Mad at the silence over the phone. Mad at the expectation. Mad because I can not yet cope with facts. Mad at mostly everything which covered the goods. Mad at these days habit that does not make any sense to me. Mad because tomorrow is Monday and I have to wake up early. Mad for being weak and let mad taking control of me. Mad because I can not make me stop saying mad and keeping my head cool. Mad because I am suppose to be cheerful and all that. Mad because I often forget I actually am happy. Mad because honestly, everything is alright, so why bother mourning? And mad because I should have post something jolly and right. This is not wrong though, in my defense, because I can not and won't write anything against what's going through my head the very second I write it down. I know things are not that bad. Maybe things are not bad at all. I know, by the end of this post I will feel much better than before when I started it.

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One Day

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I like most of the books that I read. I read most of the book. It only takes a recommendation away to get me read a novel. But if I am on the situation where I have no references, the book I would take from the shelf at the book store would be something like One Day by David Nicholls. I can not deny the certain attraction between me and love stories. Any kind love stories. I would like it better if I can relate to the story. But I believe, every published author has the qualification to make the readers feel like they are involved in the story.

One Day is about friendship of a boy and a girl, Emma and Dexter, that just met on their last night in University; graduation party to be exact, then the friendship evolves in twenty years time. Simple. But the thing about book is.. the details. Just like Oprah once said, 'Love is in the details.' The thing that visual frame can not initially explain. I like the way Nicholls explain how each of the main characters speaks inside their mind. Unspoken thoughts carry through pages after pages, then the ending. The story goes better and better as it lead to the last page. Since this book written in a concept where telling what happened on the same date every year, for twenty years, so we can see the changes in their life across ages and phases.

Funny you may say, after a couple of weeks after I bought the book, turns out the movie version of this book is about to come in cinemas near you. Anne Hathaway as Emma, and that bloody hot English actor, Jim Sturgess as Dexter. Stoked to see the visualization of the book!

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"The Idea Of Life Without Him Is Unimaginable."

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Two things:

1. I have changed my blog header to "What I Know About Now" As it refers to the fact that the only thing I am most assured about, is now.This blog will contain everything and anything regarding what is happening currently. With my head, my mood, my surrounding. Because honestly, all we know is only now. Before it evolves into past, and future is still remaining a secret. What I know about now is.. Something related with fast heart beat, butterflies and being... found. Yeah, go figure
2. I just watched a movie called Something Borrowed; adapted from a book by Emily Griffin. Here is the link for the trailer, go on have a quick look. It cost tears more than it looks, I gotta say. And if I have to pick a lesson out of it, I would say: say it now before it gets complicated and a little too late.

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Three Cheers For Ten Years

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I should've write something about Harry Potter. But after three times I have watched the movie, still, I can not seem able to pull everything together. The pieces of truth, I have just witnessed the last Harry Potter movie. The end of Harry Potter story. Everything, is highly emotional. As the Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows Part II launched, I believe everyone deserve to be a little sentimental on July.

What can I say? Harry Potter plotted half of my life. I would not have a proper childhood without Harry Potter. For these past ten years, Harry always been the hero for the land beyond my imagination. The president of my childhood fantasy. If Harry Potter never been written, I would not be who I am now, madly in love with Britain. I know Harry will always live within our memories but it is just simply difficult to accept there will be no Harry Potter coming up on the screen nor paragraphs.

Harry's influence drove me deeply into the hysteria back then. Around summer 2002, I decided to join Harry Potter camp. For several days, I stayed in a big house with massive yard assuming it was "Hogwarts" following every and all the wizardry activities. I got through the sorting hat, Potions, Charm, Herbology, Transfiguration classes and Quidditch without broomstick. On the last day, each house had to perform a short drama; and I was chosen to play Hermione. I know, I know, awkward. But if I had to write an unforgettable moment essay while I was in the elementary school, that was it. For the whole year long.

Since then, Harry Potter always been a part of me. You know how Harry Potter is. There is no necessarily need for further endearment. Each person has their own definition and stories regarding Harry Potter. Thus, Harry Potter will always own a place in everyone's heart, somehow.

In conclusion, thank you God for giving J.K Rowling's such magical mind, thank you British environment for raising such talent and thank you for the fellow directors in film industry for bringing it up alive, visually. Thank you, Daniel, Rupert and Emma, for giving more soul to the characters flawlessly. And last but definitely not least, thank you, J.K Rowling, for everything, in literal meaning. For writing the book. For each sentence building every paragraphs. For coloring my childhood.

So long, Harry!

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Part One

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'Damn it, shut up.'

I told them to shut up while nobody was speaking. I addressed it to my thoughts that hardly stay quiet.

I shook my head, 'This isn't happening.'

The whole body was set unease, my memory keep taking me back to the priceless moment I had with him.

His soothing voice was echoing in my ear; the exact intonation he used to call my name was perfectly clear.

On every stare, his eyes were talking to me, put me in full security.

I shook my head harder, wishing the thoughts might disappear.

It did, for two and a half seconds. But it kept coming back, obsessively claimed to stay.

A brief sigh was hummed, followed by a simple yet endearing statement. I said helplessly, 'I think I'm in love.'

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