"
Breathe, keep breathing. Don't lose your nerve" -
Radiohead



Page 215: Happiness trigger #14

/ Saturday, March 23, 2013 /

Gave my dad a new harmonica, and after he said “thank you” and hugged me, he played “Obladi Oblada”  by The Beatles. Yeah, life is good :)


Page 214: Good stuff

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You know it’s a good book or has meaning for you if you want to reread it all of a sudden. Open it on some random page or go straight to your favorite part. Same thing with music – you can just put some songs on your playlist and listen to them repeatedly – and movies, watching it again although you can still remember most scenes in it.

So I reread The Little Prince, listen to Jens Lekman’s Your Arms Around Me, Tame Impala's Solitude is Bliss, Arcade Fire's Wake Up, Beirut's Nantes and Postcards From Italy over and over, and watch Love Me If You Dare again.

Pretty good Saturday, eh?









Page 213: Why So Serious?

/ Saturday, March 16, 2013 /
I like people who can laugh at themselves and embrace their imperfections.
So repeat after Joker, people, "Why so serious?"


Page 212: Could Have Been

/ /

You could have been there with me today, at Taman Suropati.

In a world where you’re not that busy.
In a world where I posses the power to demand fate to be nicer to me, not precisely obey me all the time, just for once in a while.
In a world where the word “sometime” means that you’ll try to execute (at least) one plan to become real.
In a world where you want to know more about me, share stories while watching the sun goes down.
In a world where we can sit next to each other without talking but still comfortable enough because I’m reading my book or sketching while you also have a good book in your hands.
In a world where you can see why one of your good friends likes to hug me and tell me that she loves me (because I’m adorable! That’s why! :p)
In a world where my legs are longer (unrelated, I know, I just think it’s probably fun to be taller. Haha)
In a world where I don’t have to write this “angan-angan tukang becak”.

But the real world shows me the opposite.
Apparently, the real world where we live chewed and spat me out.
Funny.
Laughing my ass off.
Really.

Then I decide to end this stupidity.




Page 211: Selfishness. Tonight

/ Wednesday, March 13, 2013 /
I always believe that when somebody in your life just passed away and you feel sad, you are actually mourning for your loneliness. More concern for your own fear that you, as a human being has limit in this world. For your own selfishness.

And I want to be selfish tonight because this woman whom I consider as my other mother just passed away. As much as I know that she’s in a better place now, because she’s such a sweetheart, I still wish that I could spend more time with her.

But ah, rest in peace aunt Tuti. Thank you for all those good times and best lasagna I’ve ever had.

I love you. 


We'll meet again 
Another life 

I tried to say I miss you tonight 
And they claim you've already died 
But the truth is that we're lost in time 

Stellastarr - Lost In Time

Page 210: Confuzzled Part 2

/ Monday, March 11, 2013 /
Read the 1st part here

Five
This Equation:
Getting drunk in front of public + bragging that you love it through every social media you have + proud with those pictures of you vomiting or passed out in the street = you’re a cool person.
I just don’t get it. No, it’s nothing to do with religion or I try to look like a good straight edge girl with halo on top of my head. It’s okay if you want to make fun of those moments, but when you’re overdoing it, I just don’t get it.

Six
The way some people think that:
- Sexuality is contagious. Thought like “don’t hang out with homosexuals, or you will turn into one in the future” is just plain ridiculous. 
- Is okay to be a homophobic because all gay will try to seduce or rape you just because you have the same-sex like them. Err…how about…no! *Dr. Evil style
- Homosexual = pedophile. Ask google, people. Ask Wikipedia. Those two are different things.



Seven
A person that thinks reading fiction books is wasting time and not as cool as reading nonfiction books. Once, I had to face this silly question, “why do you like reading fictions? It has no use for you, don’t you think? Only sells dreams. Better read something useful like Koran interpretation, or non-fiction that can make you smarter”. And lucky him, I was generous enough at that time to explain my point of view rather than assuming that he wouldn’t give a shit unless I throw or burn all fiction books in my book shelves. I told him that I also read non-fiction, I just think that I don’t have any obligation what so ever to make a daily report to him. And about his thoughts of fictions, I told him that yes, it contains dreams. But not only dreams, it also has wisdom, ideas, and lessons in it. Let’s see it this way, if non-fiction book were a road that can lead you to a place where enlightenment is waiting at the end of it, you can see pretty nice view on your way there. Just so-so view, still nice, but nothing mesmerizing. With fiction books, you can find tons of interesting-jaw-dropping things to watch, listen, and touch and at the end of the road you will find the same treasure. That knowledge, brilliant thoughts, everything you need to make yourself to be smarter. Also, every innovation born from dreams, thus what’s so wrong about read bundle of dreams and imagination if it can trigger you to create something real and useful? But after he listened to my opinion, he just left me with smirk on his face and said that he didn't understand my train of thought. I guess we agree to disagree.


Page 209: A Simple Thank You

/ Thursday, March 7, 2013 /
This is probably hormones speaking, I know, I’m perfectly aware that during my period I can be a grumpy-melancholic-bitch. But I think it doesn’t take a genius to understand and implement one of the basic rules of social convention: if someone gave you something or helped you, you say “thank you”. Or “thanks” or “mucho gracias“ or “terima kasih” or “maturnuwun” or whatever suits you.

Some say that it shouldn’t bother me that much, because it’s a little thing, but for me, it’s the least that you can do to show a little respect for someone else. It’s not as hard as admitting your mistake and say “sorry”, don’t you think?

A simple “thank you” would be enough. 
I repeat. A simple “thank you” would be enough.



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