John Green and David Levithan: Will Grayson, Will Grayson

I LOVE THIS BOOK!
This is about... Well, frankly it's not always about Will Grayson, tho. There is this dude named Tiny Cooper as Will Grayson's bestfriend and he is gay. And this girl named Jane who finally become Will Grayson's girlfriend. And finally they meet the other guy which is gay and also have a name Will Grayson (written on all-low-caps). And in the other will grayson's life, he have Maura which—uhm, you have to read the story. It's quite long if I explain it over here. Oh but, one more spoiler: Tiny Cooper ended up with will grayson.

Okay, so.. As wikipedia said, John Green written the Will Grayson character's life while David Levithan writtern the will grayson's part. And the way they met is so... I don't know man, it just awesome like how can they create such a masterpiece?

So here's the quotes from Will Grayson, Will Grayson.

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To begin with, you cannot possibly pick your friends.

Honestly, none of them ever seemed to like me, but they were around, which isn't nothing. And now they aren't around, leaving me utterly bereft of social peers.

I don't really understand the point of crying. Also, I feel that crying is almost—like, aside from deaths of relatives or whatever—totally avoidable if you follow two very simple rules: 1.Don't care too much. 2. Shut up.

I respond the way I always do: by looking down and walking straight and fast. I know they're kidding. I know part of knowing someone is being mean to them or whatever. So I shut up, and I don't care, and I keep walking, and soon it's over.

i am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me. those seem to be the two choices. everything else is just killing time.

i do not say 'good-bye.' i believe that's one of the bullshittiest words ever invented. it's not like you're given the choice to say 'bad-bye' or 'awful-bye' or 'couldn't-careless-about-you-bye.' every time you leave, it's supposed to be a good one. well, i don't believe in that. i believe against that.

it's like those people who become friends in prison even though they would never really talk to each other if they weren't in prison.

i have no idea why anyone would want to become a teacher. i mean, you have to spend the day with a group of kids who either hate your guts or are kissing up to you to get a good grade. that has to get to you after a while, being surrounded by people who will never like you for any real reason. i'd feel bad for them if they weren't such sadists and losers. with sadists, it's all about the power and the control. they teach so they can have an official reason to dominate other people. and the losers make up pretty much all other teachers, from the ones who are to incompetent to do anything else to the ones who want to be their students' best friends because they never had friends when they were in high school. and there are the ones who honestly think we're going to remember a thing they say to us after final exams are over. right.

when i look at the guys and girls at the other tables, i wonder what they could possibly have to say to each other. they're all so boring and they're all trying to make up for it by talking louder. i'd rather just sit here and eat.

if anyone ever uses lol with me, i rip my computer right out of the wall and smash it over the nearest head. i mean, it's not like anyone is laughing out loud about the things they lol. i think it should be spelled loll, like a lobotomized person's tongue does. loll. loll. i can't think any more. loll. loll!
or ttyl. bitch, you're not actually talking. that would require actual vocal contact. or <3. you think that looks like a heart? if you do, that's only because you've never seen scortum.
(rofl! what? are you really rolling on the floor laughing? well, please stay down there a sec while I KICK YOUR ASS.)

'cause friendship should not be as easy as that. it's like people believe all you need to do is like the same bands in order to be soulmates. or books.
omg . . . U like the outsiders 2 . . . it's like we're the same person! no we're not. it's like have the same english teacher. there's a difference.

Some people have lives; some people have music.

At 3:30 the next afternoon, the eight period bell rings, and for a nanosecond, I feel the endorphins sizzling through my body that usually indicate I have successfully survived another school day without anything happening, but then I remember: day ain't over yet.

"Why would you like someone who can't like you back?" The question is rhetorical, but if I wasn't trying to shut up, I'd answer it: You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

I'm sitting here thinking, God, I swear I will take a vow of silence and move to a monastery and worship you for all my days if you just this once provide me with an invisibility cloak, come on come on, please please invisibility cloak now now now.

all sorts of yayness floods my brain. love is such a drug.

this is a game we play. most of the time we're not serious. like, there are different ways it could go.

i can imagine living them. i don't even picture it. instead i'm in it. [...] that peace. it would be so happy, and it makes me sad because it only exists in words.

Maybe I am a robot after all. I have no idea what to say, so I go ahead and say the worst possible thing.

at this moment, i want to jump ahead in time, or, if that doesn't work, i'll settle for travelling back in time.

"I don't know," I say finally. "People are pretty fucking weird, if you haven't noticed."

"Do you believe in epiphanies? Like, do you believe that people's attitudes can change? One day you wake up and you realize something, you see something in a way that you never saw it before, an boom, epiphany. Something is different forever. Do you believe in that?" "No. I don't think anything happens all at once. I mean, anything that happens all at once is just likely to unhappen all at once, you know?"

"... I think you're great, and very cute—and by cute I mean beautiful but don't want to say beautiful because it's cliche..."

Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That's me: I'm not that.

I know it's immature, but I don't care. Sometimes you need your best friend to walk through the doors.

they don't know what they've got till it's gone.

I just think that if you don't say the honest thing, sometimes the honest thing never becomes true.

"But with friendship, there's nothing like that. Being in a relationship, that's something you choose. Being friends, that's just something you are."

"I'd pick you. Fuck it, I do pick you. [....] We've been friends too long to pick, but if we could pick, I'd pick you."

you'd think that silence would be peaceful. but really, it's painful.

you know there's no such thing as a complete lie. there's always some truth in there.

weltschmerz. it's the depression you feel when the world as it does not line up with the world as you think it should be.

in my kind of falling, there's no landing. there's only hitting the ground. hard. dead, or wanting to be dead. so the whole time you're falling, it's the worst feeling in the world.

because we can't stop the weltschmerz. we can't stop imagining the world as it might be.

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Can't believe that I only pick a little of lines. Well, I drowned on the book, alas. Like I did when I read the Perks of Being a Wallflower. :))

But, here's how Will Grayson follow his rule to shut up:

and this is how's will grayson shut his mouth:

And I found it amazing because they can actually stand to ignore people THAT MUCH and I have no idea how that could be. :))

Quotes from the Realm of Possibility, David Levithan.

our town is so many miles with nowhere to go. nowhere but the woods, where leaves block out the haze of the city blocking out the stars.

i light matches for candles for sitting in my room and wanting a flicker of life, a flicker of mood.

we talk about growing up, about college. jed talks about the foreseeable future and how little there is that we can foresee.

i could make a life out of this. i, who have never been prepared.

i realize i have already made a life out of this. i am capable of making a life.

there is negative noticing and there is positive noticing.

and i hate myself because i can't help caring, looking to see if they notice and what they think.

then he says i worry about you. and i tell him don't. and he says that's exactly why.

why don't they leave me alone? don't they realize i have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?

i score the silence. i tread through air. i feel gone. i feel like the shadow behind the shades.

and i stand there and i wonder what i am doing, i wonder what i should do, and i don't know i don't know i don't know what to do. i don't know whether to take, to hold, to stay, to walk away, and i think that is it—that is everything.

all the feelings are dead inside me and i want them to be alive.

I had to wait some time for something more real.

I see the hurt. I see the mark. I see the signs. There's nothing I can do.

I've lost track of where friendship ends and falling begins. (this is the foolish refrain of the hopelessly devoted.)

teenagers are never joking, when seeking to prove a point, principals and teachers should remember that teenagers are never, ever sarcastic or ironic. if they say, "I wish someone would drop a bomb on this school right now," that means they have arranged for a nuclear arsenal to be emptied onto the school and should be immediately suspended and ridiculed.

if you look over his shoulder, you will see that everything he writes is always about you.

Did you see how lonely that girl looked at lunch? What we are saying is we did see. And what did we do? We acted blind, and we moved on.

when you break someone's heart, you also break your own.

but I have lived with myself for too many years. I know exactly how hard I am.

despite all the thoughts that run through your head, you're never really ready to let go, are you?

hours cannot measure what I feel. housed inside me like a caged tiger. how strange it feels to talk about it. how was I planning to get through this alone?

I do not cry. I have had enough of that. I speak these words as a way of controlling them instead of telling me everything is okay, instead of wallowing and saying life sucks.

realizing she is going to pretend I am not here reaping, rebuffing, redrawing, reflecting, regarding, regressing, rehearsing, reiterating, reliving, remembering, reopening, repaying, repealing, replying, retracing, returning, revoking.

right at this moment, I cannot imagine it being any worse. right here, I have been turned into nothing. Right now, I am negated.

the life you lead can be detoured. the moment you know cannot be taken back.

the opportunity has passed. the past is inopportune. the question all grow from why. the reality will always be contended. the sadness will ebb. the trouble is the time it might take. the ugly words cannot be erased, only discredited. the versions are never the same. the wonder is that we make it through. the x is the unknown variable. the yesterday cannot be repeated. the zenith is the point when you look down and realize you're no longer below.

he says, you'll get through this. you live each day one at a time. you live every day all at once. you live with the possibility of good-bye. you move on. you ponder in this darkness and see you're not alone. you realize you never felt alone. you subtracted one from your life, that's all.

your heart is not as broken as you think, he says. you're not as dumb as you look, I reply.

He wanted to be strong, because in this world you have to be.

She wasn't just lost in space. She was space itself. Waiting to disappear.

I felt alone again, with so many question and no one to ask. I found that with love, you need someone to talk to about it.

What's lonelier than being on a team where you no longer belong?

To get something, you must give something away. To hold something, you must give something away. To love something, you must give something away.

Instead of turning the page I just start writing on the desk. All that open surface. Right there. Nobody notices. Nobody cares. The words just start to fall there. And I feel some satisfaction from that. I've never written just for myself. And I've never written for anyone else. I write for the release of it. For finding out what will be there when I am done.

THERE IS NO MEASURE TO VOLATILITY. VOLATILITY. VOLATILITY. COMMISERATE WITH THE COMMON. COMMISERATE. YOU ARE UNABLE TO COMMISERATE. YOU ARE HAPPY EVEN IF YOU ARE AFRAID TO ADMIT IT. YOU ARE FOOLISH IN YOUR HAPPINESS. I KNOW THIS IS NOT A SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE THING TO DO. YOU ARE NOT WHAT YOU BELIEVE YOU ARE. YOU WEAR TOO MANY MASKS. PLEASE. PLEASE. YOU SHOULD NOT HIDE. GIVE HER A CHANCE. YOU SHOULD NOT WALK AWAY QUITE YET. PLEASE. PROTECT ME FROM WHAT I WANT. LIVE UP TO YOURSELF. COWARDICE. DESPAIR IS NOT THE ANSWER. YOU ARE IMPLICATED.

I write YOU ARE HAPPY EVEN IF YOU ARE AFRAID TO ADMIT IT. And it make sense. Because how many times have I heard everyone complaining and complaining and complaining? As if sitting back and acknowledging that things aren't all that bad is somehow wrong. Then I write YOU ARE FOOLISH IN YOUR HAPPINESS.

You were Alice, I was the Hatter. You were the sun, I wasn't even the moon.

I believe in having a code of ethics, and mine was basically: If you jerk me around, then I will jerk you right back, harder.

I tried to be a vigiliant person. Keeping watch, confronting people with the truth, even if it hurt them.

I felt foolish, yes. Foolish because I felt alone in this. How may times had I told someone The truth hurts. Without ever really knowing what it fell like.

Being a bitch is easy. It's finding the alternative that's hard.

I should talk to him. I know I should talk to him but I do not talk to him. I watch him afar and love him.

Here's what I know about the realm of possibility—it is always expanding, it is never what you think it is. Everything around us was once deemed impossible.

As hard as it is for us to see sometimes, we all exist within the realm of possibility. Most of the limits are for own world's devising. And yet, every day we each do so many things that we once impossible to us.

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P.S. If you wonder about the all up or low caps... Well, it is how the book is.

Kenapa sih?

Kenapa sih doyan banget ngurusin hidup orang kayak gak punya hidup sendiri aja?
Mind your own-fockin-business, people.

Kenapa sih doyan banget nyeritain tentang urusan atau hidup orang ke orang lain seakan lo tau seluruh cerita hidupnya?
Here's my rule: No one can ever tell any-shit about me, except my own self. No one. Wait a minute. Boleh deng. TAPI. Sebaiknya, under my confirmation. Dan harus it-is-what-it-is. Gak dilebih-lebihin, gak dikurang-kurangin. Dan penyampaiannya gak usah paralel. Kenapa? Cerita mulut-ke-mulut tuh suka ada dustanya. Nggak ngerti lah pokoknya. Ujung-ujungnya semacam ada di infortaiment televisi lokal yang apa-apa di lebayin.
And this is what I hate the most! Misal: Gue bilang, "Gue mau ranking 1 ah nanti pas semester 2." And then, a douche hear it and spread it to the world like, "Eh si Dinda katanya mau ranking 1 nanti semester 2." Ada 2 kemungkinan yang mungkin terlintas dibenak orang-orang yang ngedengernya. SATU. Orang yang berpositif-thinking yang ngersponnya dengan, "Oh iya? Wah, syukur sih kalau gitu, ya semoga aja beneran kecapai blablabla...." Dan gue bersyukur banget kalau emang responnya gitu adanya. Ucapan adalah doa, no? Tapi, DUA. Orang yang looking-down on people who will respond it with their own mind, "Alah, omong doang palingan. Impossible kalau dia leha-leha gitu mah." Man, SHUT THE HELL UP! Frankly, I don't really mind about what other people saying about me. But again. Ucapan adalah doa. Secara nggak langsung mereka tuh ngedoain gue, gitu... Dan seakan mereka tau banget gitu tentang rencana guenya gimana. Again, shut it. Makanya, kalau gue cerita sesuatu yang personal, I just tell it to a certain of people. Dan 'certain of people' itu bisa keitung jari, keknya. Yang bener-bener bisa gue percaya that they will shut their mouth to keep it just for them. Langka banget emang nemuin orang kek gitu tuh.

Kenapa sih harus ribet? Ribet? Tinggalin. Gitu doang kok repot.

Kenapa sih harus ngada-ngada dan aneh?
My other rule: If I shut my mouth up, then it is. I say nothing. So please don't make any-kind-of-statement-like-I-said-something. If you question things to me and I shut up, there is two possibilities. First, I think that what you asked to me is a rhetorical question. Second, I know in fact that you'll find the answer SOON, cause the answer is RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE. Don't be a lazy-bastard, yo!

Kenapa sih berasumsi-negatif seakan-akan yang lo asumsiin tuh bener?
Yang namanya asumsi itu ya perkiraan. Bukan kenyataan. Belum tentu bener. Jadi ya mending diem aja.

Kenapa sih semua orang nggak bisa ikutin rule kayak Will Grayson; 1. Don't care too much, 2. Shut up?
Kenapa?

Kenapa sih gak semua orang sadar akan tanggung jawabnya masing-masing?
Ngebebanin tanggung jawabnya ke orang lain seakan orang lain itu nggak punya tanggung jawab yang harus dia jalanin? Life will be more easy sufficient if people DO recognize what things that they have to do, no?

Kenapa sih orang nganggap kalau sesuatu yang baik buat seseorang itu berarti sesuatu itu baik buat semua orang?
Melek coba. Nggak semua yang baik bagi seseorang itu baik buat semua orang. Contoh simple? Morphin. Buat orang yang sakit keras itu baik, tentu. Tapi jelas, itu tuh nggak baik buat orang yang nggak kenapa-napa.

I don't get....

I don't know. Yes, maybe I'm an alien from Jupiter or somewhere cause sometimes I feel like I don't  want to talk with people. Some people. Annoying people.

Masih banyak kenapa-sih-kenapa-sih-lainnya yang saat ini gue lupa. Post ini kayaknya bakalan terus nambah.
Nada postannya judes? Emang. Biarin. Masalah? Bodo amat, ah. ( ˘˘̯)
Blame it to my bad-morning;

Same Love

Post ini terinspirasi dari tweet ini:

Pikiran pertama yang terlintas di benak kepala gue yaitu: "Kenapa?". Well, ada alesannya sih pasti, kan.. Si admin ngetweet setelahnya kayak gini:

Kemudian gue browsing di om google. Oh, ternyata Urganda itu termasuk salah satunya yang melarang. Untuk full list, lo bisa cek di sini.
Emang bukan cuman Urganda doang yang ngelarang. Cuman, untuk hukuman di bakar hidup-hidup gitu menurut gue sih overrated.
Oke, lepas dari segala hukuman, negara yang ngelarang, dan lain sebagainya. Gue selalu mikir dan nanya; Kenapa sih, pemerintah—di banyak negara—terlalu mencampuri urusan suatu individu? Maksud gue, untuk urusan seseorang mau beragama atau atheist, homo atau straight, dan lainnya itu bukannya hak semua orang, ya? Kalau prinsip gue, ya selama orang itu nggak ngerugiin atau ngeganggu suatu individu atau kelompok lain, kenapa enggak di biarin aja? Karena nggak selamanya urusan orang lain itu urusan kita juga, yes?
Dulu gue pas kecil pernah nanya, "Mah, kenapa sih pak polisi nyuruh kita pake helm? Kalau kita celaka juga kan yang sakit kita, bukan pak polisi." Dan mamah ngejawab... ah sudahlah, ingatan saya tak terlalu kuat, bung :))
Setelah gue beranjak remaja, ya lama-lama sadar juga sih, pake helm itu bukan karena aturan-aturannya amat, tapi it's for our safety's sake. Gitu.

Dari pertanyaan gue pas kecil sama pertanyaan gue yang pas awal, intinya sih sama: Ya biarin aja gitu. Hidup juga hidup orang. Kalau dia 'celaka'—atau mungkin disini konteksnya lebih ke 'resiko'—ya urusan dia. Karena akibat dari keputusan dia. Selama nggak ada sangkut pautnya sama kita, kenapa kita yang repot? Repot? Tinggalin. :))

Anywaaay... Speaking of homosexuality, gay-ship, lesbian, etc... Gue jadi inget lagunya Macklemore & Ryan Lewis ft. Mary Lambert yang judulnya Same Love. Dengerin nih coba:

Yang ada di winamp gue sih yang—as always :))—versi featuring Ed Sheerannyaaa. Nih kalau mau denger juga:

Dan ini versi livenya yang udah gue buffer selama 454753154584 kali. Enggak, bukan karena di live perform itu ada Ednya juga, sih. Cuman gue, beneran, captivated sama gerakannya si Macklemore. Semacam pas gitu sama intonasi musik dan liriknya :)) dan bikin ingin ikutan joget jugak! :)) Cek nih cek:

Kalau suatu saat video di atas ngilang, ini linknya, ya. ☺

Kenapa gue korelasiin lagu Same Love sama kejadian di atas? Ya langsung aja ya, nih liriknya:

When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay,

'Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight.

I told my mom, tears rushing down my face

She's like "Ben you've loved girls since before pre-k, trippin' "

Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn't she?

Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.

I remember doing the math like, "Yeah, I'm good at little league"

A preconceived idea of what it all meant

For those that liked the same sex

Had the characteristics

The right wing conservatives think it's a decision

And you can be cured with some treatment and religion

Man-made rewiring of a predisposition

Playing God, aw nah here we go

America the brave still fears what we don't know

And God loves all his children, is somehow forgotten

But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago

I don't know

And I can't change

Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

And I can't change

Even if I tried

My love

My love

My love

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

My love

My love

My love

She keeps me warm

If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me

Have you read the YouTube comments lately?

"Man, that's gay" gets dropped on the daily

We become so numb to what we're saying

A culture founded from oppression

Yet we don't have acceptance for 'em

Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board

A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it

Gay is synonymous with the lesser

It's the same hate that's caused wars from religion

Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment

The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins

It's human rights for everybody, there is no difference!

Live on and be yourself

When I was at church they taught me something else

If you preach hate at the service those words aren't anointed

That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned

When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless

Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen

I might not be the same, but that's not important

No freedom till we're equal, damn right I support it

(I don't know)

And I can't change

Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

I can't change

My love

My love

My love

She keeps me warm

We press play, don't press pause

Progress, march on

With the veil over our eyes

We turn our back on the cause

Till the day that my uncles can be united by law

When kids are walking 'round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart

A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are

And a certificate on paper isn't gonna solve it all

But it's a damn good place to start

No law is gonna change us

We have to change us

Whatever God you believe in

We come from the same one

Strip away the fear

Underneath it's all the same love

About time that we raised

And I can't change

Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

And I can't change

Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

My love

My love

My love

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

Love is patient

Love is kind

Love is patient

Love is kind

(not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

(not crying on Sundays)

Love is kind

(I'm not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

(not crying on Sundays)

Love is kind

(I'm not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

(not crying on Sundays)

Love is kind

(I'm not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

Love is kind

Dari yang gue bold juga udah paham kan maksudnya? Dari semua lirik di atas, yang palingpalingpaling gue suka sih yang "It's human rights for everybody, there is no difference, live on! And be yourself."
Well, I'm straight, just in case you wonder. It just that I'm as sick as Macklemore upon people who see something from only a side. A perspective.
Lo ngehina gay, ngehina pelacur, ngehina apapun yang menurut lo hina... Pernah gak sih lo nanya ke mereka, motif dibalik apa yang mereka lakuin? Kalau lo terlalu gengsi buat nanya, coba lo dengerin lagunya Cage the Elephant, judulnya Ain't No Rest for the Wicked.

Liriknya lo cari aja sendiri. Gak ada hubungannya sama gay, sih. Tapi... ya baca aja.

Selain dari cage the elephant di atas, coba deh baca ini:

Tau nggak siapa yang nulis note di atas? Dia seorang hacker. Gue. Bener-bener suka. Sama kalimat: "My crime is that judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like."

Dan hubungan dari lagunya Cage the Elephant sama notes hacker itu menurut gue intinya sama: Jangan nilai sesuatu karena title jelek yang dikasih sama publik. Cause everything is never as it seems. Belum tentu cara pikir lo itu lebih baik daripada mereka.

So shut it, people! Live on your life. And bring peace to the world. Cause everyone have their own rights for loving. And to be loved. Tanpa peduli dari atau untuk siapa.


Assalamu'alaikum,

dkd.

Oh wait! Btw, nih, ada bonus.

If you have all those things in one person, you're really in love with him or her. Otherwise, it was all just a crushionship, I think. :p

Fact that...

"Things change. Friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody." - Charlie, Perks of Being Wallflower.

No, I'm fine, alas. Today is my birthday. But I postpone this post to another day.

I learnt a lesson today, and I feel like I get slap by the fact. Fact that I put people on a special dimension of my life. Fact that some people leave, while some come, and some remain the same. Fact that I overrated people too much. Fact that I'm no one for some people that I thought they're special creature in my life. Fact that I wasted my tears for them. Fact that I'm just a past for them and have been deleted on their present dictionary. Well maybe they just forgot. Or maybe they don't and just pretending that they do. But will I be like them? No, I won't. I'll still remember them in my life even if it'll just be a memory. It's not that I'm a fool. It just that I thank them so much for at least once, to came in my life and create such a beautiful memory in my heart. I love you guys to the moon and back. But, I love them more, people whose remain the same upon me. No matter how much things change. I love them with all my heart. And I love Allah to gave me these people.

Bandung, December 11, 2013

17, 111213.

111213, tanggal cantik, katanya. Hahaha. Kebetulan, pas lagi 17 tahunan :">

Okay, so, what has happened?

Well, nothing much.

111213 tuh pas UAS terakhir. Malemnya tuh begadang. Tidur jam 2 kalau gak salah. Jadi, pulang sekolah tuh ya bobo ~~~\(´▽`)/

Aduh ini post late-post banget sih, ya.. Gak tau lagi gimana nyeritainnya -__- dan udah lupa juga sih sebenernya hahaha

But no, I'll never forget this:

HAHA, IYA! DISELAMATIN SAMA GOOGLE! :">

Ya emang sih, google will do the same to other google user, too. Tapi entahlah, asa seneng aja gitu ada gituannya di chrome haha :p Bedanya, kalau orang yang berpengaruh di dunia ulang tahun, kalau lambang googlenya di klik, itu bakalan masuk ke search result orang tersebut. Tapi kalau orang biasa, user google kayak gue gitu, masuknya ke profil g+ gue sendiri. X))

Well, at the end. Kelas ngadain acara ke villa. Di ciater. Ini villanya:

Tenang, itu si Pipit yang ke foto mah haha :p

Ini villa a to the n to the g to the k to the e to the r bener katanya. Bukan katanya lagi sih, emang beneran angker. Cuman gak akan gue bahas disini lah, gile. Males banget cerita yang begonoan di blog. Bukan males deng sebenernya. Nanti malah takut sendiri. X))

Back to my birthday.

Jauuuuh sebelum hari H, si mamah udah nanya-nanya, "Nanti mau di rayain gimana?" dan semacamnya. Dulu sih, emang ada rencana mau di rayain di rumah gitu, makan-makan, daaan sebagainya. Cuman, pas mendekati hari H, gue lagi dilema maksimal. Menyangkut masa depan, men (ceileeeh). Jadi nggak begitu antusias pas ditanya lagi, "Jadi mau gimana perayaannya?".

Jujur, nggak kayak pas 16th birthday, gue bikin list 16 wishes. Well, frankly I tried to. Di account yang @d____k_d_:

Maaf di sensor, ya. Cuman di konsumsi sama diri saya sendiri... ☺ Do'ain aja semoga wishnya terkabul :">

Btw, beberapa jam kemudian, I made another wish:

~~~\(´▽`)/

Udah dong coymen, cuman 2 wish hahaha :">

Eh iya, belum selesai ngomongin perayaannya.. Ya karena kelas pada ke villa, ya kenapa enggak sekalian aja rayain kecil-kecilan disanaaa? Well, tadinya sih nggak akan ikut ke villa. Due to some reasons; liburan cuman 2 minggu dan gue punya banyak banget hal yang harus diselesain. Dan bahkan, 2 minggu tuh kurang banget. Gitu.

Tapi ya akhirnya ikut. Maksudnya, kapan lagi, sih? It won't happen for twice kan, ya? Iya.. So I asked my Mom to cook a meals and bake a cake. Dan ya udah, gitu ajaaa... Makan-makan dan niup lilin di villa :))

Kiri: Kezia. Tengah: Mei. Kanan: Me, obviously.

Kenapa gelap? Karena sedang mati lampu pemirsaaa ~~~\(´▽`)/

Iya, parah banget kan, ya? Itu mati lampu dari jam 3 apa 4 sore sampai jam 11 malem. Katanya gara-gara ada petir sih itu. Terus gardunya rusak. Jadi aja.... But it was really a fun experience, no lie. ☺

Some people asked me, "Mau kado apa?" Frankly I don't want anything, alas. All I want is my one and only wish to come true. Ed's concert is actually only an optional. Well, I want it. But this one... I really really really reeeaaaalllyyyy want it. ☺

So that was my birthday. See you next year! ~~~\(´▽`)/

Btw lagi seneng banget ini pake emot \(´▽`)/

~~~\(´▽`)/

Promise.

I woke up to a thought today. A thought of something that remind me that I have a promise. To several things which make it some promises. Yes, a promise to my best friends. To anyone who look down on me. Even to my other blog. And the hardest promise one is to myself.

Then I realize I can't stay like this to fulfill 'em. Can't remain the same. Need a movement. Which more, way better than this. 

And by this post, I promise myself to fulfill all the promises.

Just.

Stay.

Back.

And.

Watch.

Me.

Working Style Test

Take a try in here
Here's my result :">

Suitable Careers:

• administrator
• archeologist
• architect
• astronomer
• attorney
• computer programmer or analyst 
• consultant
• designer
• economist
• engineer
• inventor
• investment of business analyst
• management consultant
• mathematician
• mortgage broker
• physician
• psychiatrist
• psychologist
• researcher
• scientist
• social scientist
• stockbroker
• university professor
• writer

Haha, look! There's architect, computer programmer or analyst, designer, engineer, inventor, mathematician, university professor, psychiatrist, psychologist, and writer.

You know, my dream was really unstable. I remember that when I was about 9-10 grade, I wanted to be an architect because I saw those awesome buildings on Tumblr. And by that, I wanted to be a designer, too. A---God, I forgot what's the name. That designer who design those furniture. Then I changed my mind to be a fashion designer. 

But then, I wanted to be a psychiatrist or psychologist. Well, I don't quite know what's the difference, that's why I mention both of them. The one I wanted is, the one who hear people's problem. Not the one who face those insane people. 

Mathematician. I love mathematics since I was a little. And I wanted to be a math teacher or a university professor of math because that's what my aunt do. 

Computer programmer or analyst, engineer, and inventor, there's a relation in here. And those are my dreams right now. I want to invent something, and I'm the one who build the physical design of it, and I'm also the one who program that thing.

And writer. Well, I don't know if this is can be called as a dream. Frankly, it is on my bucket list to write a book or two or three. But, I don't think that I want to be a writer as my full-time job. I think I'd take it as my part-time job, someday. I'm gonna write my great experience in it,  so that my future kids will read it :') and I hope that it can move other people, too. Like motivate them or something.

Whoop, I just realized that there's attorney, too! Haha, yes, I once wanted to be an attorney, too, because I love debate and I know those attorney dudes on television is so damn rich! X)) But no, I don't want it anymore.. :))

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You are a relentless innovator in thought as well as action. You trust your intuitive insights into the true relationships and meaning of things, regardless of established authority or popularly accepted beliefs. Your faith in your inner vision can move mountains. Problem only stimulate you--the impossible takes a little longer, but not much. You are the most independent, sometimes to the point of being stubborn. You place a high value on competence--your own and others'.

You want to see your inspiration worked out in practice, applied and accepted by the rest of the world; you are willing to spend any time and effort to that end. You have determination, perseverance, and will drive others almost as hard as you drive yourself. Although your preference is for intuition, you can, when necessary, focus on the details of a project to realize your vision.

You often value and use confidently your intuitive insights in fields such as science, engineering, invention, politics, or philosophy. The boldness of your intuition may be of immense value in any fields, and should not be smothered in a routine job.

Some problems may arise from your single-minded concentration on goals. You may see the end so clearly that you fail to look for other things which might conflict with the goal. Therefore you need to actively seek the viewpoint of others.

You may neglect your feeling to the point of ignoring other people's values and feelings. If you do, you may be surprised by the bitterness of your opposition. Your own feeling has to be reckoned with also, for if too much suppressed, it may build up pressure and find expression in inappropriate ways. Your feeling needs to be used constructively, such as through appreciation of other people. Given your talent for analysis, appreciation may be hard for you, but you will find it helpful on the job as well as in personal relationships.

To be effective, you must develop your thinking to supply needed judgment. If your judgment is undeveloped, you will be unable to criticize your own inner vision, and will not listen to the opinions of others. You will therefore be unable to shape your inspirations into effective action.

Personality Test

Dapet dari blog orang nih haha.

Ini semacam kuis, and here's below are my result, and I feel like it's 90%-ish true.

Here's the link if you want to take it too :D 

Your view on yourself:

You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.

Ha ha, I'm not gonna comment on this. But it's actually true, somehow. :p

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:

You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.

Yup. Right now, I don't really see the benefit of having a boyfriend. They said that if you have one, that dude will inspirit you. But, as far as I know, the biggest spirit is come from your own self. As far as I look at those typical average teens nowadays, well, I'm not gonna comment on that. You know what I mean, right? So yes, what I am looking for is the one for my life partner. And it's kinda of too early to search him right now. Moreover, at this kind of moment, my mind is pretty busy to think about future stuff, so..

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:

You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.

The seriousness of your love:

You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.

This is actually what I'm talking about. :))

Your views on education

Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.

The right job for you:

You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.

Technologyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyhhhhhhhh!!! Because it grows as we grow. And people will never leave it.

How do you view success:

Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.

What are you most afraid of:

You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.

yepp!!!

Who is your true self:

You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.