"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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So They Say

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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

Few pics I managed to capture during the night with my iTouch.

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Shine A Light on Tom.

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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."

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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

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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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