Sometimes you can't make it on your own

In reference to the infamous David Nicholls' book-to-movie One Day, I'm just going to say that somehow I strongly believe that I will understand what it feels like to be Emma Morley. I might don't have my own Dexter Mayhew now, and I probably still won't find him until my 23rd year of age, but I just somehow think that it's really possible to feel what she feels. I mean, I think one day we're all going to realize that there will be someone with whom we will never lose feelings for despite all the differences and after all the thick and thin. It is possible that maybe the common thing we had is just that we're mad about each other and nothing else. I think some of us will have to wake up one day knowing that we've committed to the wrong person, and maybe we'd known about it all along but there's just nothing that we can do. I mean, life is that bitter sometimes.

Everybody’s growing up, having kids and paying rent

Who doesn't want a bit of a summer wedding? Well, here goes my top 5...

1. Prince William - Kate Middleton

I know it's not exactly a summer wedding, but, bitch please. They're royals. Of course they chose April 29th on purpose. They wanted to be the pioneer of all the summer-y weddings!

2. Jamie Hince - Kate Moss

Another Kate, another beautiful wedding story to tell. From the rehearsal dinner to the big nuptial, it's perfect. That's the Kate Moss we love.

3. Kris Humphries - Kim Kardashian

Busty Armenian babes overload! Not so beautiful but this one has to make the list as I'm a new fan of Keeping Up With The Kardashians. No, seriously. It's fun and an even better guilty pleasure than McDonalds. Yep, there goes the amazing philistine in me.

4. Thomas Mars - Sofia Coppola

Hands down. Nobody can be more effortlessly flawless than these two. I mean, really.

5. Mark Ronson - Josephine de la Baume

OKAY SO THIS IS THE REASON WHY WE HAVE FIVE AND WHY WE HAVE THIS POST. THIS ONE IS SO GODDAMN HEARTBREAKING AND SO FUCKING UNEXPECTED. I KNOW THEY'RE ENGAGED AND ONCE HE WAS ENGAGED TO RASHIDA JONES TOO BUT COME ON. I THOUGHT HE'S THE GEORGE CLOONEY OF THE COOLS. I THOUGHT HE'S THE KIND OF GUY WHO WOULD SAY "NOT FOR ME" WHEN THEY ASK HIM ABOUT MARRIAGE. OKAY, ENOUGH. IT MUST BE A BEAUTIFUL PROVENCE WEDDING WITH THE BRIDE WEARING SOME ZAC POSEN GOWN THAT DOESN'T LOOK EXACTLY ELEGANT (WELL, ELEGANT ISN'T EXACTLY WHAT WE EXPECT FROM THESE TWO ANYWAY) AND THOUGH, AS THEY SAY, THE GROOM ALMOST OUTSHONE THE BRIDE (WELL DONE, MARK) AU REVOIR THE COOLEST JEW EVER. WELL, GOOD TO KNOW MARK'S NOT SOME JERK, ANYWAY. MAZEL TOV, RONSON!

I think second chance is overrated. They say everybody deserves a second chance... but really, someone who said that, is definitely someone who did wrong and therefore they want people to give them a second chance, like a former crime, maybe. From my personal experiences, I don't know, perhaps I always put myself as the good cop and someone else as the bad cop, but seriously, it's actually giving the second chance that's really hard. I know scars heal, but it takes time, and what if it doesn't heal? What if my heart experiences something like diabetes and therefore the scars can't heal? What if the hurt was so, so, so bad that it broke people's heart beyond repair? Yes, everybody deserves a second chance, everybody deserves to start over from clean sheets and start build everything from scratch, but doesn't someone else deserve not to give that so called second chance? Second chances are just people's excuse to blow the first one, and it's not healthy for the other person who's left hurt because what are the chances that they won't stumble upon another mistake? People make mistake everyday, fellas. Deal with it.

The Princess of Cool Married Wolfgang Amadeus Mars

Congratulations Sofia Coppola and Thomas Mars. Now go back to work and make some more beautiful movie and music. Go Somewhere and be Lisztomanic. Thank you for making coolness defined.

This time last year

I can't believe it's almost another Eid holiday! Happy Holiday you magnificent people out there!

Last year, I spent the Eid's eve in Galeries de La Fayette in Paris, and the Eid day at Eurodisney. This year I'm staying home, doing chores and trying my best to be a good daughter and granddaughter. Which one is better? Well, this year is better. Europe (in general) or Paris (in particular) was no good to spend the Eid holiday in. It will be great for Christmas or New Year's Ever or other holidays, but Eid should be celebrated right here, at home, in Indonesia. I have heard a lot of people's experiences that even in Saudi, Eid isn't celebrated the way we Indonesians celebrate it. They just don't make it the kind of wonderful festivities as we do, there's no such joy in their Eid celebrations. Last year, I had to practice my Eid shalat at my hotel a little on the outskirts of Paris near Charles de Gaulle airport. And it was boo-ring. There was no ketupat and the other foods that just get along with it, there was no other family and there was no new clothes though we did do some shopping. There was only croissant, croissant, et croissant, merci beaucoup. My Parisian hotel wasn't exactly how you'd imagine it would be, there was no proper French cuisine available and even though they did serve that kind of food, it would probably be so horrible even the French themselves can't stand it. In fact, my Parisian hotel was the worst in all the hotels I'd stayed the night in during that trip. (It's probably true that Parisians are... well, Parisian, and when it comes to hotel you have to give it to the Swiss because my Swiss hotel was extraordinaire) Back then, it was September and for some poor little Asian girl like me it was pretty cold that I had to hide my new clothes beneath my usual brown coat and shawl. It was not a cool Eid style, I have to say. But it was Paris through and through, so there was not much I can complain. Galeries de La Fayette, to me, is your usual upscale department stores with the latest Parisian fashion. In fact, I think it would be much more thrilling if in Paris we get to shop in Champs-Elysées instead of a typical mall that's full of Asian tourists queueing for tax refund. And Eurodisney, it was so small and them being French, I don't think that they have done something to improve or expand it so it was another boring day for me too.

This year, though, I'm looking forward to the excitement I'm really familiar with. Eid is a holiday; it should be joyful and exciting, though slightly boring. I will wish you a very happy Eid Mubarak, and for now, let's just be thankful that I'm home and I will celebrate it close from home.

La Nouvelle Jackie

I'm sorry Michelle Obama. You're still the perfect woman to be America's First Lady, you're smart and you got style and you're so very beautiful it hurts my eyes every time I see a picture of you. But you don't make the kind of fashion spreads that Carla Bruni-Sarkozy did, and you certainly didn't make beautiful music and sing it in perfect français. I love you, but perhaps I'm a bit of a Nicolas Sarkozy inside, because I love Carla more. Vive le France.

Happiness Hit Her, Like A Train On a Track

To me, Florence Welch is like that senior in school who always show up late in the mornings---until they can't call it morning anymore---but always look so impeccably stylish and cool in a very effortless way that trying to look great isn't the reason why she was late; she's that senior in school who wears all the tackiest vintage clothes you could imagine but still can pull it off; she's that girl who always wear her style with a little bit of drama; she's that girl who wears things that you would consider as a fashion crime that no one should ever buy it, and looks great in them. She's that girl whose every moves look as if she was having fun and enjoying the day, who smokes like drinks water and drinks water like, well, smokes. She's that girl teachers will tell you not to take examples at, but she will graduate a valedictorian. She's that girl.

Mr. & Mrs. Sawyer

Promise me that when you pick the boy you’re really gonna be with that he’ll be someone who respects you, and treats you well. And it’s someone who makes your heart race. And that he’s someone that you love because of what he is and not what he does. Because that’s how I felt about your mother. And that’s how I want you to feel one day. Use your head, and follow your heart.— Larry Sawyer

Every girl needs to listen to Papa Sawyer :')

A Love Survivor

They say life is short, we can't always meet the best people and love the right person at the right time and watch the best movies or listen to the nicest songs or read the best book. But I'm telling you in this short life time, The History of Love is brilliant. There are Leo Gursky and Zvi Litvinoff and Alma Singer, but Gursky is the one that makes the whole book. It's crazy melancholic and heart-warming story about love. Deeply memorable and touching. Something not to miss.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter
was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering. When they
were ten he asked her to marry him. When they were eleven he kissed
her for the first time. When they were thirteen they got into a fight
and for three weeks they didn’t talk. When they were fifteen she
showed him the scar on her left breast. Their love was a secret they
told no one. He promised her he would never love another girl as long
as he lived. What if I die? she asked. Even then, he said.

For her sixteenth birthday he gave her an English dictionary and
together they learned the words. What’s this? he’d ask, tracing his
index finger around her ankle, and she’d look it up. And this? he’d
ask, kissing her elbow. Elbow! What kind of a word is that? and
then he’d lick it, making her giggle. What about this? he asked,
touching the soft skin behind her ear. I don’t know , she said,
turning off the flashlight and rolling over, with a sigh, onto her
back. When they were seventeen they made love for the first time, on
a bed of straw in a shed. Later- when things happened that they could
never have imagined- she wrote him a letter that said: When will you
learn that there isn’t a word for everything?

Excuse me, can you please adopt me?

To live and be a few steps ahead of people is boring and suddenly the world seems so dull. It must be sucks to be Victoria Beckham.

I will not agree with anyone who says there's anyone luckier than Victoria Beckham. I will not. It's just not open for compromise. She has everything every girl could wish for: great style, great friends, great homes, great body, great shoes, great wardrobe, great jeans, great style, great tan (yes, I like hers more than Pippa Middleton's), money that won't be drained until my seventh generation, a face quirky enough to make people never forget (and to appear in magazine covers), her own exclusive clothing line with no tolerance for the term "affordable" (and apparently have the ability to afford just about anything she wants), a brief popstar career as a stepping stone, cute boys and finally a daughter to play Barbie with, and last but not least, the greatest accessory that nobody just can win over: David Beckham. The list could go on forever! Okay she might not be that great, but admit it. At one point in life, you'd want at least a piece of her: either it's her hair, her shoes, her jeans, her body, or her husband. You want an icon for this generation? I vote for Victoria!

P.S.Okay, any one of you who disagree with me, please at least vote for David because admit it, he is so the Man of Our Generation!