Yes, I Am A Long Way From Home

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This is the kind of day I found myself queerly settle. As I let myself collapse without barrier or any kind of obligation that might follow my footsteps back to my bed. Where within my own will, I am able to separate myself from the deal, the noise, the expectation or even the weather.

This evening, I stumble upon this video about Jakarta. And this captured mostly about my neighborhood. Where I grew up and live before I moved to England. You know... Jakarta. The word sounded further away than sixteen hours flight. And I never thought in my life I would ever miss Jakarta this much -- more than I anticipated since my departure.

Being away wakes me up from a quick beauty nap of vague appreciation. Without giving less respect to any of you out there, the best advice I can purpose frankly here is when you are in the state of full with hatred, immense loathe towards something; which mostly imply towards the daily routines in your city or town, I suggest you to leave just for a while. Make a distance for a bit. Then after a while, you might realize it is actually a part of you that you do not want to live without just because you have build such strong bond throughout the year. As it declare loudly within the silence of awareness, how attached you are with that very tiny bit of part you thought you despise.

Please do not take this in the wrong way, assuming me disliking this current lovely town I live in. Man, quoting from a song in 2000s, this is all I wanted, and more. What I am having is beyond everything I could ask for. Something priceless. Only the definition of home for myself, is still where the familiarity grow. Where my family are. Where I know the shortcut route. The place where I grew up. This is not permanent statement though. The possibility of changes still wide open.

Or I will just call it second home what comes after. x

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Light

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He is like the light. He makes me sees things. He makes even mineral water looked elegant standing on its simple eloquent transparency as if it bleeds bubble in a form of evaporation. The light emphasize on every little detail how small and fragile bubbles are. He is like the bright sun on its peak during mid-day, sneaking through the window behind the half opened curtain. He sees what is in the dark. He creates shadow upon his presence. Longing awe carried out as sole expression. He is the light that never goes out.

 

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Honey, Everything Happens For A Reason.

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I have been away from thinking for quite a while. There is this kind of feeling where I know, I have to write regardless all the duties that needs to be done. England, however, is getting more real. Comparing to what I imagined four months ago, where it was only in my head and most likely now, it is actually happening.

I would say real because, I can feel everything. I have been happy. I have been hurt. I have been feeling down low. I have been at the top. I have lived, you see. The best thing so far, I noticed things I may have never noticed before or never, if I was not in England.

Every individual I have met, actually taught me something. Big things, or the littlest thing. They have took at least small role in my life. Each and everyone of them.

Moreover, I am back on track after the hideous Christmas break emotional ride. As if it happened as far as one minute ago. Weekdays, classes. Fun. It might sound weird, but I do not mind weekdays. I do not mind the college and everything; which the complete opposite what I might feel back in Indonesia. Weekend, out and about. The highlight throughout the whole week. Ultimate fun. Life is good when you see it good. Quoted from a friend of mine, just let everything falls in to the right places.

Sharing the good vibes, x x x x.

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The More I think About It, The Less I Do Control

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Life is indeed a constant changes; I have no idea why being in England, living alone, intensifies the way I am feeling on every present moment as if nothing is nearly, it always reach the top. All out. Once I feel lonely, I feel lonely as hell. Hurt? Disappointed? Happy? As if I might die because of it. See, the more I think about it, the more frustrated I got, the less I am in control. It is quite hard to get a hold of myself, recently. Not that I ever been, but still, at least I noticed that now. Too many objects, and/or subjects, trying to play with my mind. Thus, in some sense, I can feel every tiny bit of changes within my bare skin all the way inside my head. I questioned, but hardly find any clear answer. And I am still questioning. This is not indicate I dislike the life I'm living, or giving any objection towards it. This just an individual explanation of something unfamiliar.

I'm staying, man.

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Opposites Attract

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• Easy things are not compelling enough to let the brain works and telling the unconscious senses move. The level of attraction varies within the amount of difficulties involved. The more, the higher. Although this may not likely to apply on specific section of math.

• Bad mood is contagious. The best suggestion would be to stay inside the room or take long long shower until the negativity washed away leaving nothing to carry on. Unless, you do want it to spread.

• Plan is not necessarily needed - - just make omelette. In some cases, things just simply not meant to be in your hands to control.

• Things always change as the clock ticks and earth rotate. Thus, make the best out of everything. The best pain, the best sorrow, the best happiness, the best excitement, the best joy, the best friend, the best relationship, the best hours, the best drinks, the best night, the best class, the best whatever it is x

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Kiss and Tell

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Kiss and tell, everybody else and you're at your best,
When I'm making baby steps,
And I'm sick and tired of being the good girl.
And I've done my time,
You should hit the back of the line.

(You Me At Six, 2011)

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It Was Rather Funny

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sometimes it is just plainly funny, having the feeling of wanting to marry someone that you have not yet personally know well enough. How is this possible? Does the reality dead already?

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