Saturday, October 27, 2012

Get A Gun

raison d’être, n. 

I swore I would never have this feeling. I would never have the feeling of wanting to jump off a tall building and see if it would kill me--because nothing else works to make me feel anymore. I swore I would never feel more depressed than Cecilia Lisbon. After all, I survived, being thirteen. But look at all those bullshit. Look at all those stupid youth optimism. Look at me now.

I was wrong. And I thought someone would be there to help me but I was wrong. Again

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Precious Love


Seven years have passed since I first tearfully sing along to You Give Me Something, finally get the chance to meet James Morrison in person and thanks a lot to Yasmine, we get to take a picture with him. I promised myself that I was going to see some specific artists when they visited Indonesia no matter what happens, be it lonesome or stormy weather, and he was one of those, among Damien Rice and Coldplay and Arctic Monkeys. So it was one of the most beautiful nights in my life. And that's how I know that it's a wonderful world.

An Open Letter to My Virtual Insanity Partner

Hey, you

You know, like I know, that we haven't seen each other for a while. We haven't had a lot of chances to accidentally bump into each other and feel like we're so meant to be. I know that we tried. You tried, and I tried, but it didn't really mean a lot to our friendship. And sometimes I'm sad because I thought we're done, but then we made it; we met, and, we're reminded of the reason why we're perfect buddies: Because with each other, we just feel better.

A lot of the things in life have made me bitter. There's no bigger tragedy of a human being that keep on living, getting older and made bitter by so many things we've witnessed just before our eyes. So many people around me, and not a single one of them made me feel safe about telling my stories; what makes the kind of person that I am today, and where I came from, why I do the things I do, how I deal with things... They didn't know, because they don't deserve to.

But you're different. You make me feel safe. You don't judge me. Or at least your judgements are as insane as I can take, and I appreciate them all. You're just as messed up as I am. You're the same terrible person that I really am, though you don't even try to hide it. You'd rather be seen as you; the intimidating person who speaks your mind than the way people see me: someone who's nice, because I bury my words inside of me and let them kill me.

You're screwed. You're fucked up. But guess what? Me too. And when I tell you my stories, you tell me yours and I feel better. Not because I'm dancing over your misery, but more because I feel like I'm not alone in this depression. You had it too--worse, sometimes. And you're still this cool person who I looked up to. We're very similar in a lot of ways; and in that manner, I feel safe. You know exactly what I feel, because you've been there, and I can learn from you. And at the same time, you can talk to me. I don't spill stories about you. I don't judge you, no matter how insane you are. And I listen. I listen because I'm learning from you. And I know I'm who I am today because of you.

You're my Samantha meets Miranda. And I'm your Carrie meets Charlotte. We're a full team, just the two of us.

Someday we'll be like we used to be. Someday we'll be old and hopefully still equally fun... less fucked up. Someday we'll be a better team. And until that time, you're still the biscuits to my English tea.

Yours truly,

Me.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Friday, October 5, 2012

Constellations



The Fault in Our Stars is a beautiful read. Yes, I'm a fan of John Green, but for this once, I'm more of a fan of Gus and Hazel Grace. I love their love, their uniqueness and acceptance of the fact that they're dying. Hazel Grace is a graceful girl, and Gus is an optimistic guy who's not afraid of anything. Their love is good. Their love is beautiful. I always have a thing for Amsterdam. Amsterdam is underrated, but the truth is, the way it is pictured in the book is just... admirable. This book is beautiful. It's a must read, even if you're not a young adult.