John's mistake

Bet we all have seen Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, so... here it goes.

Thom: Look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain, but you know, The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? "I Want to Hold Your Hand." The first single. It's effing brilliant, right?... That's what everybody wants, Nicky. They don't want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don't want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand. 

I love that quote, and that movie too. Proof that John thought it was so simple. But this song above? He admitted he's mistaken love.

And I found that love was more

Than just holding hands

Somewhere Only We Know Has a Name

I have posted the place in this picture once before. Now I know the name.

GORDON SQUARE GARDEN

Just in front of Virginia Woolf's house (later on also occupied by John Maynard Keynes). I didn't notice that. 

picture stolen from Wikipedia

Passion as pictured on my header

      I swear the first luxury I've ever bought would be Chanel quilted bag in black. My mum has the exact same thing but it's too big, so I don't want it heehee 

I'll See You When I See You

I made some major and minor changes to this page since I was so bored. The layout is not so new, in fact it's just what everyone has for their own. But the picture is, and those small thumbnails on the sidebar, they're also new. Well the picture isn't, t'was taken last June on a party but the others are. Like the Dani Stahl and Jefferson Hack's pictures. Yes, both are journalists from my favorite magazines ever. Why them? because they are my current role models. I never wanted to be something more than I wanna be a journalist like now. Jefferson is, in fact, the editor-in-chief. He went to my dream college (London College of Printing) plus dated and impregnated my favorite woman (Kate Moss). Dani Stahl is, well, you know her from Nylon. My current favourite movie, Amelie, it's old but AH-MAY-ZING. Currently listening is new, like, not so new but still new. The Noisettes rock, Shingai Shoniwa is my girl of the moment.

Cheers for the brand new Anonymous's Anonymous!

I'm Sorry Teachers, but Doris Lessing wrote this. not me. and I think it's genius

“Ideally, what should be said to every child, repeatedly, throughout his or her school life is something like this: ‘You are in the process of being indoctrinated. We have not yet evolved a system of education that is not a system of indoctrination. We are sorry, but it is the best we can do. What you are being taught here is an amalgam of current prejudice and the choices of this particular culture. The slightest look at history will show how impermanent these must be. You are being taught by people who have been able to accommodate themselves to a regime of thought laid down by their predecessors. It is a self-perpetuating system. Those of you who are more robust and individual than others will be encouraged to leave and find ways of educating yourself — educating your own judgements. Those that stay must remember, always, and all the time, that they are being moulded and patterned to fit into the narrow and particular needs of this particular society.”

This is not easy anymore

I don't know if you've been this weird, but I had it now. The reason why I made a blog is not because it's a trend. you can check the day I first write in this page, it's way before everyone start making a blog (and some just ignore it as if they don't have one now. trashy) Okay, so, the real reason is because I'm better to express something in writing. They said I have this facial expression that helps to express just about anything I need but no. Facial expression doesn't help. saying something you need to say in front of someone you wanna blame is not easy. so the first aim from this blog is to get someone to read my anger. I have a very unstable anger, you know, I might don't need anger management like Naomi Campbell but I do. My anger is so destructive somehow and it didn't took a psychiatrist to make me seek for an escape myself. That's why I made a blog. I had no problem even if zero person visiting this page, or there's no comments left, or there's no picture and people get bored. My biggest mistake was putting this page's URL on my Facebook page. In Facebook, I always try to control what I write or what I do, because I know EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE WORLD (sadly not someone I really wished he has), those whom I wanna share my life or those whom I wanna kick ass, have facebook and they could stalk me, be a part of my life and whatsoever. But that's not what I wanna do with my blog. I don't wanna be controlled for what I'm gonna do with this. I don't use Facebook a lot anymore. I was considering about deleting my account but when I think about it again, hey, why deleting, pretending to be cool? Facebook helps me connect with so many people (whom I want or not want to), my old friends or those who live overseas, share photos (I don't feel the urge to bring the digicam anymore), be invited to parties, or the most evilish thing is: stalking the life of people. as I wrote way before now, we know if someone is brokenhearted just by internet. Pain is no longer the thing you keep for yourself and your best friend, but also for thousands of your Facebook friends. Okay, back to the whole blog things, I just wanna say that it's no longer what I want. When I realized that some of the best people in my life are reading this, I felt honored and so thankful, especially if they have good feedback for me, no matter how untrue. But then, now what happens? I feel so confused about what to write, because I'm afraid a few people who read this would be offended, or not pleased, or it would unsafe for my private life (I sound like a celebrity? well, you don't know....) I sometimes get so stuck, and shallow and pretty damn lame. Like, I think about, "What if my uncle read this?" or, "What if my blahblah friends read this?" even, "No, my sisters don't have to know about this. because she will read this. who knows?" Same thing for Twitter, actually. and Twitter is actuallly even worse. I don't feel comfortable anymore, not because 416 accounts which is now following me, but for some people who can get free access to my life via Twitter. My tweets became so shallow now, because I don't want people to be offended, or people to offend me. We can say, "Oh, screw it. Fuck it, I don't give a fuck about what people say about me." But we can't deny that it hurts. I've seen people chaffed about each other, and that's rude. Or those fucking exhibitionists who show all things in their life off. Come on, we're all attention whore but don't get too much! There's a thin line between attention whore and exhibitionist in Twitverse but see, Twitter looks more like bitchfest nowadays, as people start to populate it. I remember of all 300 accounts in my MSN, there was only one friend who have Twitter and therefore I was the second. It was so free, I could tweet everything I want. Now there are plenty and they are now twitter whore. I never wanna unfollow someone but please stop. You are annoying. 

Saddest Weekend is OVER

We are always alone. When we were delivered to this world, we cry alone and others smiling, laughing and being grateful to God because we're alive, breathing and successfully born. As much as dying is the opposite of birth, don't you think the situation is the other way around? But don't worry, because apparently, we're all together in that loneliness too.

I know it's hard for us, but I don't think it's hard for him. As a friend, why don't we be happy for him? Yeah, say I'm not feeling the loose as much as you, but, really? he changed my way of life, man (my freshmen classmate must understand why) Wipe that tear away now for your eyes, live your remaining life and let's waste no time. We learned life's short, didn't we? So, here we go again. Aaaand, I have a new celebrity crush!

If you are waaaaay too kind to me and never missed a trashy post I did for this page, you know the last was Luke Worrall. And, well, call it the perfect antidote of Worrall's hotness and hunkness (haha, as if there's that word) the new crush is actually quiet nerdy (no, not in the McLovin's kinda nerdy) and normal. I mean, he's not that skinny or that hipster enough to appear in Dazed and Confused.... But he's funny, he's the All-American kinda guy, he's not in Disney (haha) and as if I need to say it again, he's funny. Anyway, you must know this guy especially if you watch Saturday Night Live because.....................it's 

ANDY SAMBERG! 

Hahahahahahahaha

These two in a frame = tons of laugh

Hahahahaha yeah

Funnyman O Funnyman

hey comedien

The one thing I hate the most is saying goodbye. It’s never been easy for me. I mean, how do you approach the concept of goodbye? Goodbyes are all different. Some are for a day, some are for a month. But others are forever. And the concept of forever is hard to accept. It’s like, hey, I’m never going to see you again, goodbye. It doesn’t feel complete. But I think that’s what goodbyes are. They’re incomplete and you honestly don’t know how long the goodbye will last. It’s a part of life.

Do you know we miss you, mate? I still can't imagine being at school and there's no you among us anymore. It's hard for all of us. I hope it's not for you.

The most selfish 1 letter word - I - avoid it.
The most satisfying 2 letter word - We - use it.
The most poisonous 3 letter word - Ego - kill it.
The most used 4 letter word - Love - value it.
The most pleasing 5 letter word - Smile - keep it.
The fastest spreading 6 letter word - Rumour - ignore it.
The hardest working 7 letter word - Success - achieve it.
The most enviable 8 letter word - Jealousy - distance it.
The most powerful 9 letter word - Knowledge - acquire it.
The most essential 10 letter word - Confidence - trust it.

R.I.P Friend and Classmate Utha

my heart goes out to all family, friends, and whoever is left. keep alive. be strong. I believe he is smiling somewhere around. my prayers will always be his.

Childhood screams for wisdom

This is why they teach you punctuation in literature class

Can Music Hurts You?

"What came first – the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to music? Do all those records turn you into a melancholy person? People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands – literally thousands – of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss. The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don’t know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they’ve been listening to the sad songs longer than they’ve been living the unhappy lives." 

High Fidelity by Nick Hornby

Personally, I haven't read nor watched the movie myself, but I found this story to be quiet interesting. A line in its Wikipedia page saying, Rob and his employees Dick and Barry spend their free moments discussing mixtape aesthetics and constructing "top-five" lists of anything that demonstrates their knowledge of music. The most interesting part is the fact that #1 on his "Top Five Dream Jobs" is quiet similar to me, which is to be an NME Journalist! (but admit it, that quote above, is deep)

"L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux"

"Grownups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiring for children to always be explaining things to them." 

"“What makes the desert beautiful,” said the little prince, “is that somewhere it hides a well…”" 

There were always times when I got upset with my parents (well, this kind of things happens, admit it. everyone's been there) and when it comes, I always run to this book. It tells you how grown-ups are bitter, and children are sweet and simple. To make a long speech short, merci Monsieur Saint-Exupéry!

Us, Today

Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up." 

Holland is not Dutch

Henry Holland at House of Holland SS 2010. London Fashion Week 2009

Fashion is only interesting and fun when you look at this guy

photo courtesy: Cobrasnake