The Past

So They Say

So, last night I went to my senior prom. It was just a regular prom. Nothing less or even more. It was not the kind of prom you have seen in movies. Just a prom that happened among the real life of Indonesian culture. The authenticity was genuinely okay. Big flat okay. The food & music were just okay. For those who had their mind set to the Hollywood/Voldemort's point of view, probably they have left the ballroom within the first thirty minutes.

As for me, I stick through the whole thing. The fun, the boredom, the cheesy, and all. It was part of my hobbies to observe various kind of occasions; regardless to the minimum interest towards the event due to many causes, such as too much expectations and non sense insecurities. For most people, prom was the dear closure of high school. They willing to gave everything for the night. High expenses for clothes, jewelry and tickets without rationally noticed it was actually a lot.

In one way or another, it still made sense to me. For those who enjoy having themselves pampered, prom definitely the best event for them to dress up without looking too much. Because everyone also dress up much. Me, myself not a big fan for anything complicated. But I gamble on behalf of my rough chances calculation, through the uneasy shopping spree for the whole set of this prom wardrobe, I might get a memory of a lifetime. And I did.

If the prom was okay, the after prom did nearly most the work to get me saying, "The best prom ever!" To be honest, there was nothing special. Not a candle light dinner with roses or high-end party at the famous club. I was just hanging around with the guys. Staying inside the car on the parking lot of the most hype 24-hour mini market in town, blabbering about everything, laughing, singing silly songs off pitch (not to mention Justin Bieber or Akon or Taio Cruz's)

You know, that was the best thing about being in like/love/you name it, with your favorite ones; not restrictedly with your crush only, but with your whole best friends. Simple things could do great things. Like made your night wrapped in endless smile. There, my subjective judgement lies to the part where I believe, what makes everything ten times better is the crowd that you spend your time with. Every single person that makes you feel.. belong.

So, yes. I just had the best prom (and after prom) ever. So they say. xx

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Few pics I managed to capture during the night with my iTouch.
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Shine A Light on Tom.

Here is the appreciation post for Tom McFly that about to turn 26 in several more hours.
He is Tom Michael Fletcher. Born in England, July 17th 1985. Often called as the frontman of a British pop band sensation, McFly. Both Star Wars and Disney freak. His band has been my favorite since 2004. And they are just awesome enough to keep me stick around through every changes along the way. It is not a secret for anyone, he writes most of the songs in McFly which straight up to the number one chart in different part of the world. Nobody should every doubt his talent about song writing, and just being him handling over the overwhelming attention.

I have met him once, he has pretty crystal brown eyes. Up with his baggy sleeveless shirt and exhausted face being in a foreign country, he'd still be happy dealing with aesthetic fans waiting in the lobby. Within no longer than three minutes conversation and a photo, I just knew, he is a one hell of a gentleman (not to mention, a keeper).

I like him.

He meant pretty much every bullshits and cliche love songs he had ever made. I'd willing to spend hours reading his tweets just looking how things through his eyes. I'd willing to spend hundreds of rupiah to watch his band live. I'd willing to stand till my feet sore just to watch his band on stage. The four of them has this such magical vibe leaving me in a long awe. I have got to say, McFly is one of the best band in this entire universe. This is the kind of statement that you just know. Without specifically knowing how or why.

Therefore, Happy Birthday dearest Fletcher. Stay awesome, and in by true definition of awesome. Keep making history & inspire us through songs. Stay sweet. Stay golden. I truly hope I would be seeing you more often and very soon. Just in case if Dougie forget to say thank you to you for showing him how to open a bank account, hereby, I would say a massive deep thank you. Also thank you, for making McFly real. Thank you, for being Tom :)


Tom, Tom, Tom. One thing that you should know, he is the kind of guy who will never ever left you in the dark.

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"Go Run, Run. I'm Gonna Stay, Watch You Disappear."

Sudden noise is terrifying. As harmless as possible, surprised the heart beat in the middle of the safe silence. Thoughts are flying without a pair of wings, leaving this very mind alone, wandering relentlessly. Solely drowned between no answers; questions are unforcedly hanging by a feeble thread. All woozy and stubborn, patience slowly wearing thin -- and so does the vague bliss last from last weekend liberty. Actions, no matter how tiny and plain it formed, are highly required as much as needed in the same second.

Jealousy decided to join the party for no one with no invitation, shutting ears from three minutes painless medicine that used to hummed in various range of key notes, in a very hard trial to stay busy with nothing is four steps closer to a desperation. Gesture of touch goes sore by the throat, painted in drought. If this going in constant motion, the possibilities of switching basic point of view are high, higher than pine trees which deserve to put in active warning.

Mistakenly typed something that nudge the very heart and mind awkward enough to fool few seconds of promising scents. The second attempt fortunately fulfilled the previous purpose; saying, "I am too far from usual. I think I lost the direction of time; both to sleep and eat in random hour. Thus, only follow the mood swing which sometimes innocently right or the other way around." Applying the far away neighborhood time zone on daily agenda, become unavoidable. Again, the page still remains the same page. The first page where everyone, everyone with no exception, still in confused. Running out of supply for fresh, neat ideas. As one word unwillingly lost its meaning.

But at the end, eventually, I am very much aware & thrilled, everyone is home.

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Hiccups

You know what sucks? A comparison. As long you don't have a comparison you'd be at the top of everything. If my day were liquor, it must have contained 98% of boredom alcohol and that made me completely wasted (only sober enough to update a post). Ninety eight percent amount of dullness covered most of my hours during the day. Sometimes overwhelming joy in one day, sets the bar too high for any day to compete.

Entertainment by any form roughly had lost its appeal towards me. Bringing the result of failure in definition of entertainment itself. Not to mention part of anybody or anything's fault. If anyone's got anything to blame, that would be me. Acting complicatedly to accept simple things. In the same time, I felt slightly more fragile than usual at the moment of potential interruption. Therefore changed the order into fully comprehend of interruption alone.

It all ends to why; the reason for everything. Why. I shall say because I had the comparison between today and other days that I have spent as the standard of my favorite day. Mostly all the factors that consist as a whole uber cool day were absent for the entire day. You know, activities during holiday. Friends. Long drive. Being out late. Talks. Loud stereo. Laughs. Meals. Cigars. Sharing thoughts. Simple stuff. Everything just lightly sensed very plain and dull like an egg without salt.

Although, there is an obvious difference on the days that I honestly claims my heart in the solitude by staying at home and do nothing. There, a willingness and match mood to stay passive. But, not for today. My heart was screaming for more colors. Totally on the opposite side of preparing to bed at 7 and be in bed by 8. Thaat, definitely not me. And other internal matters are also not supporting the wellness of a good day. But no matter how, all is well. It will be if it's not. Again, when you are having a comparison against something, the chances of getting disappointed is approximately high as well as being grateful. At least on this case. Thus, still looking forward for the unexpected invitation that might blossom my heart! xx


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"Never Better."

Happy fourth of July, everyone. I may have been two days late but I believe the leftover of the fireworks are still igniting the whole city; though I don't live in the States. And in order to honor the month, I shall say hello to July. It was my pleasure to had a pleasant way to enter this month. Having myself content with martabak till it monopolized my entire tummy, perhaps. For whoever missed the existence of martabak, please visit Indonesia. Immediately run to Jl. Fatmawati, and you will find a street vendor right across D'Best dept. store. Martabak is a food. A bloody good food. Maybe the third best god's invention ever. Click this if you are interested.

Moving on, roughly a year ago, my posts were all about the irony of being left out. At that moment I remember those irony was clouding up my senses and made me forget about these kind of days. The joy when having them, slowly coming back home. Somehow it only felt like, we were two different body in different agenda, circling around our own busy schedule and just unable to meet. If only I could ease my irrelevant worries by keeping in mind there will be a return in the future a year, I'd be much more calm to let them have some fun away from the same time zone as mine long ago.

I have been catching up with few of them. And I should say, presence is priceless. No matter how magical the technology nowadays, talking directly with eye contact was thousand times better than talking through any kind of social media. Well, it's all good now. Not to mention, these past weeks I have met a new friend. So good to have new cool dude adding the noise to the merrier crowd of awesome friends on my list. Quoted by Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, I am "Never better."

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