A Piece of This Generation

I went to Singapore this weekend for two reasons: shopping and Harry Potter. Okay well, I need to be honest in my own blog. Honestly there's only one reason, which is the reason #1 but the second one stands because I planned to go to the cinema once I'm there and I chose that one. I have to tell you this: I'm not a Harry Potter reader and not a fan either. But even then, I have to say that the movie was fantastic! It's probably not Oscar-worthy or something like that, but it's fantastic in a way that it's the last part of such a huge saga, and truth be told that the Harry Potter series is our generation's heritage (I need to say more, because I don't really wanna inherit the Twilight saga). I can see myself someday buying my kids the Harry Potter series if they love fantasy books (or books in general), or playing those 8 movies in marathon at home with my family, and even better, I can see Harry Potter as a classic literature, like maybe new and extended version of Tolkien's Lord of The Rings. I know I'm not a fan, so I'm not gonna say a lot about the movie compared to the books or something like that. But as a dummy in all things Harry Potter, I shed some tears at the end of the movie, because like the director said, "...so practically, when you come to the movies to see this movie, it's like saying goodbye to the people you've been so well for the past 10 years..." It is undeniable that we grew up with Harry Potter. I grew up with it too, even though I never really enjoyed it before. When the movie ended, I can think of some fanatics that would feel like, "Okay, my life is complete now. I could die happy." And after 10 years of watching people around me getting crazed over some witch kid in Lennon-esque glasses, I finally see the glory in it. One great thing about Harry Potter is that it teaches us about bravery. Just like good looks, you cannot teach courage; it is something you learn by doing, and we might don't have the kind of courage Potter had, but we'd seen him (and read, for that matter) so that someday we will be ready to fight some Voldemorts out there. Cheers to JK Rowling and her amazing characters. She is practically one of the most admirable writers of our time.

I needed to make a choice and I choose me

I cannot tell you how low my lowest point is, but this time could be it. Psychologically, I'm a very internally motivated person. I've kept going on in life because I've been self-motivating myself and usually I never need anyone's support to make a choice or to get through things in life. I thought this was a good thing because that makes me independent and somehow a little stronger because I don't need anyone else. But this time I see the downside. It's so hard to get up again after someone or something has let me down, and the pain is heart-wrenching, and it hurts way too much that it's getting unbearable so the tears can't even start to roll down. Now I know I'm not as strong as I thought I am, or maybe I am, but someone is stronger than me (because there will always be someone better than me, just like there's still a sky above the sky, though I'm not sure about the sky part). I've been hated and hating before, but hate is a strong word I never actually mean to say when I said it. You should remind this: Hate is a strong word; don't use it just to make yourself feel so powerful. Power didn't come from you looking at people from below your nose; it comes from you feeling so small in front of them but you manage to overcome that fear and make them listen to what you have to say.

You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life. -Winston Churchill

So what I do, I take some time alone and alienating myself from the world. I'm so good at being anonymous.

Love Paralyzed Me

I believe that no matter how far we are from each other, whether it’s another city, or country or even if I live in the other world, we’ll meet again, eventually

Ratih Amandhita

There must be a reason why we met and why those feelings grow. Maybe we can't see it today, not yesterday, not last week, last month, last year or many years ago, but maybe someday. And when that someday comes, I hope we wouldn't miss it. Until that day, we can only hold on to the memories and keep on believing. Those are the only things that we have now.

P.S. Well written, Rat. Source

Said my high school sociology teacher

So much has happened in the last few weeks, but, maybe there's only one thing that I'm concerned about. It is something that my sociology teacher told me 4 years ago in a classroom, during one of those boring meetings because I was never into sociology and stuffs. He told us about one kind of love that we will never understand until someday we will be old enough to feel it. He said it's a love between children and their parent. He said we will never understand what it's like until we will be old enough to get married, to have sex, to reproduce and finally to raise a kid. He said when we have it, we will do anything--ANYTHING--for our children just so that they would be happy, and so they won't be hungry, and so that they would be able to pursue their dreams. Someday we would do the things we hate because we love our children just to make things happen for them. And then he told us a story that if there ever was a fire burning his house, he honestly would save his kids rather than his wife. That's just how much he loves his children--and how much parents in general love their children. Yesterday I saw my favorite TV series One Tree Hill where there's a college professor who lied and committed a crime that was actually his son's. When asked why he would lie about it that he quit his job and everything, he said "Because he's my son. That's what we do to our son." So that's enough reason to learn that parents can never been objective about their children unless they never really love them from the first place. Now I know why my mom and dad never look at her the way I see her. Because I don't understand. I don't understand the love they feel towards her, and I will never understand how much they love her until someday I will have my own daughter and raise her. Functional parents, no matter how many times you break their hearts and doesn't matter how bad you've crushed them, they will still love you the same, and still fight for whatever will make you happy. No matter how much you turned your back on them, they will always give you a second, or maybe third and fourth chance.If you can't be happy with what they can earn for you, it's really not their fault because they tried, so maybe you should try to be happy for them too. And just because they will give you another chance, and they will reshape their broken hearts, that doesn't mean you can blow the first chance and break hearts just that easily. Today we don't understand how sad it is to be hurt by our children; don't learn this the hard way.

Did you think that I was gonna give it up to you?

Hey lovebirds! So, people listen up. I know it's almost summer (in fact it's starting tomorrow) and I know I used to love summers, but ever since college hits me in the head with a frying pan, I'm starting to think that maybe autumn is the best season of all. I know autumn is lame, and it's the season where people start to think about committing suicide in winter, but autumn is the start of the new academic year, where there's a new batch of juniors, and like I've just spent an excruciatingly long holiday and then I meet my friends again. Fyi, I still have classes during summer now (screw you Short Terms!!!!!) so I'm not sure whether the term "summer holiday" is still for me. Well, this isn't high school anymore, dear me, and welcome to the jungle where everything about you is being redefined.But based on personal experiences, summer leaves. Summer always leaves, and what happens in summer stays there. The things you love during the summer will bid you adieu "Until next time, sweetheart..." and you don't know when that next time is. But just believe, every summer worth your excitement. I wish you all tons of happiness during the summer. Go somewhere exotic, somewhere new or somewhere you've always loved (like Paris, maybe? ;) ) I'd probably still be here on my desk, updating this page and wishing you all forever a nice summer.

May this boat take you somewhere, somewhere that's not here, where you can find yourself some peace. Sure, peace and freedom is lonely. But that somewhere is soon not a dream; it's a reality, and you're going to love it.

Strangled

They always thought that everything is done for me; every single thing that has ever come into our lives. They always thought I was given everything, like everything happened in my favor. They always thought that they give me all the best; exactly what I need and what I want. Truth is, they're always wrong. It was always about them and their massive egos just because they're the ones in power to make it happen. It was always them and what they think. It was always about them and their favors. It was never about me. And they thought I have everything.

À la Before Sunrise

This. This.

Read me something really beautiful, something Haruki Murakami or Orhan Pamuk, in a wet bench on a cloudy Amsterdam day.

Dam Square was not as noisy as it usually is, but there's still the tram.

The youngsters dressed up in hip clothes and goth make up. The American and Canadian tourists taking pictures everywhere and the Asians busy shopping every last cents of Euro they got.

Read me something really beautiful, something Pablo Neruda or Cesare Pavese, on the edge of a fountain where people threw coins for sweet empty wishes, before I get too old and tired and dissolve into a million molecules.

Fairy Tale Does Happen Sometimes

The official wedding photo

"...what's amazing about them is that they love each other because know each other so well. They have been friends in college and for 8 years, and they have been living together in Wales where William serves as Royal Air Force pilot as normal couple. He knows what she looks like first thing in the morning, and she knows how to pick up his socks and his underwear... and today they're getting married in front of millions of people." -BBC

"Nine days ago, while the rest of the world fixated on every last detail of their impending nuptials, Will and Kate took a boat to his mother’s final resting place. The couple spent a quiet day at Lady Di’s remote burial site, and walking the grounds of the nearby arboretum where Will and Harry planted trees alongside their mother as boys. ‘It was very important for William to take Kate to visit his mum just before their wedding day,’ a royal insider told the Daily Mirror. ‘Diana is still a huge part of her boys’ everyday life and always will be.’ This was particularly true today, as William bit his lip nervously, standing at the altar with his bride, just as his mother did on her wedding day. It was a reminder to the millions of viewers who’ve watched the prince become a man, he’s still his mother’s son." -William and Kate Honor Diana's Memory

I have to say I was the one who's shallow enough to give so much shit about the royal wedding. I was so shallow that when Kate made her way down the aisle to the altar, I couldn't breathe. I was so shallow that I smiled wider than William and Kate did when they had the chance to steal a glance at each other. It wasn't even my wedding, and I was beyond ecstatic. I must be so shallow or just plain crazy. By the way, the official wedding photo is so beautiful I could cry. Can you see Disney characters Cinderella's Prince Phillip's balding version marrying Beauty and Beast's Belle?

when someone died, they will be sorely missed. their funerals will be attended by people who really love them or simply respect someone who's related to them. but nobody is as sad as the woman who gave birth to her, who raised her, who spent 25 years besides her, who feed her, who educated her, who saw with all her remaining strength how scary their struggle to live was. this is to my cousin who died 5 days ago. this is to her mother who fought and struggled just as hard as she did;or maybe harder. this is to mothers out there who's so fragile about losing their beloved daughters. this is to the life she left.