F1 Night Race 2012

The only F1 Night Race you will find, is only in Singapore.

Back to last September, I dragged myself with bunch of coolest people and my favorite writer to go there. Experiencing the exquisite fast paced lane with roaring engines everywhere.  These photos were taken on the last night of the race. The Guest Star was Katy Perry and she was amazing. I also took a lot of photos of her but do not feel like post them here. Picturing the surrounding, the sky, the grass, everything was at its fuckin best,

And at that time, I swore I were infinite. :-)

Before The Eve

Tired Feet, Happy Heart

Between The Crowd

Waiting for Katy Perry

The Crowd

Festive to End

Flush

It's flushing. My face, then my heart. Teary eyes, yet no real tears. This should not be ones since tears can stream when something significant and clear happened.

Let's get the conscience beaten up.

This is unclear, the pass tucking feeling.

I lost it.

Woke Up on a Concrete

Walking between roaring conscience. Depleted because of paradoxical nonsense. Life is choosing they said. But how if, after all, what you choose ain't no things you need?

You need a good balance to walk between two unalike ways.
Don't make people as the excuses. Yes, life can be so confusing, only if you insist on making it so.

2014

all pictures taken from here

The truth is...
I just want to travel a lot, take a bunch of beautiful pictures, and love you to the most.
See you in a few years.

Meet Ika Natassa #AVYD

Sometimes it's just that fun to see how the universe works. Yes. I met my favorite author, Ika Natassa, last Thursday. Long story short, I won the competition via Twitter that Gramedia held, it was called #AVYD or A Very Yuppy Dinner. They asked the tweeps to mention what our favorite book of Ika Natassa's and spilled the reason. This is what I sent to them;

Couldn't be overjoyed!<3

Kak Ika is very.. witty. I couldn't find any words that reflected her better than witty. She looked smart in her glasses and very relaxed that night. I and another 4 winners gathered with her in Rustique, Plasa Senayan at 7 pm. We talked about many things, started with her photography hobby, how she wrote her books, etc. She shared about her experience in watching F1 and suggested me to do the same. She was very talkative and enjoying the moment although she got things to do too in the next day. Well, that was a real fun! It was truly A Very Yuppy Dinner.

What I Sing This Whole Week

You were in college working part time waiting tables
Left a small town, never looked back
I was a flight risk with a fear of falling
Wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts

I say can you believe it?
As we're lying on the couch
The moment I could see it
Yes, yes, I can see it now

Do you remember we were sitting there by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine

Flash forward and we're taking on the world together
And there's a drawer of my things at your place
You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded
You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes

But we got bills to pay
We got nothing figured out
When it was hard to take
Yes, yes, this is what I thought about

Do you remember we were sitting there by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine

Do you remember all the city lights on the water?
You saw me start to believe for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine

And I remember that fight, 2:30 a.m.
As everything was slipping right out of our hands
I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street

Braced myself for the goodbye
'Cause that's all I've ever known
Then you took me by surprise
You said I'll never leave you alone

You said I remember how we felt sitting by the water
And every time I look at you, it's like the first time
I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter
She is the best thing that's ever been mine

Hold on, make it last
Hold on, never turn back
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine

Do you believe it?
We're gonna make it now
I can see it
I can see it now

(Mine - Taylor Swift)

I MISS THEM!

I miss all of these rock 'n roll creatures.

We All Need Some Good Love Story

What? #RoyalWedding it is. Wish the couple will live happily ever after. Yes, we all need some good love story. Impeccable one. ;)

Why Does It Take a Long Time for Me to Realise?

source.

I started writing things since I owned a note book and a pencil. I was just 6 years old and I wrote a story about friendship. I keep writing the story in that notebook, til one day I felt sore in my fingers and right hand so I decided to stop. I told myself if computer at home did just fine I would write a long story, completely.
Then when I was 10 years old, there was a desktop computer in my house. How amusing it was, I keep playing all games I like and started to type in Microsoft Word. I wrote sort of mystery genre and made them as series. How cool that was, huh? Then I got bored and I quitted but I kept doodling.. and complaining on my diary, yes, I had a diary since I was 8 and wrote on that daily.. until someday I felt like, again, bored.

I knew blog when I was in junior high school, I read few blogs of funny people but never intended to make one. I never thought of writing my daily basis on web so everyone could read and comment upon what happened to me. In a sudden, in 2008, I made one. I started blogging..until now. Even though the boredom sometimes strikes, the writer's block approaches and kills the idea inside my mind, my fingers don't feel like typing anything, so many tasks haunt me and eat the most of my time, but I know.. finally, I can't be detached from this.

Why does it take a very long time to me to realize that writing for myself is not just writing?

"Be yourself. Above all, let who you are, what you are, what you believe, shine through every sentence you write, every piece you finish." - John Jakes

"Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see in the making all around us. In the end, writers will write not to be outlaw heroes of some underculture but mainly to save themselves, to survive as individuals." - Don Delillo

"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." - E. L. Doctorow

It's difficult to people to accept that I'm an introverted. They usually know the sanguine side of me, the one who always talk, and try to speak to people, even people I barely know. They just don't know how doing things like that, for me, is exhausting. Being with too many people got me easily tired. I love being the lone-wolf, enjoying my spare time.. to write. I can be as melancholy as I want to be. I do not need to spend my voice, talking, I just need to sit and type. I can be myself after all.

One thing I always thank God for, is my passion for writing is as big as my passion for reading. I'm a lit-fetish. The best place in the world for me after my room is bookstore. Any bookstore. It always irritates me to know that there are many illiterates in this world. The universe feels so beautiful when you know it well, and one way to know more about the universe is by reading. I hope someday I can help people so they can read more :)

I personally go into this stuffs, into arranging words so you love to remember and read it. I believe that thoughts will exist forever when you write it down. Note everything, notice. I feel way more relaxed when I do thing like this, in front of my laptop, in a wet sunny afternoon, telling you what is in my mind. I guess no one should give up on their passion. Even when dancing affects my life, writing will be the first. Like forever.

Don't give up on your blog, don't give up on your diary, twit like everytime, freeze your idea, make it last. Keep blogging, keep writing. Write a book if you can. I hope one day we both can see my name on the bookstore, in the best-seller part.
Have an awesome weekend, stay positive!

FPL

Fall in Love Again

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kemungkinan apa yang kita sayangi atau cintai tersimpan keburukan didalamnya

dan kemungkinan apa yang kita benci tersimpan kebaikan didalamnya

cinta kepada harta artinya bakhil

cinta kepada wanita artinya alam

cinta kepada diri sendiri artinya bijaksana

cinta kepada mati artinya hidup

dan cinta kepada tuhan artinya taqwa

lemparkanlah seseorang yang bahagia dalam bercinta ke dalam laut pasti ia akan membawa seekor ikan

lemparkanlah pula seseorang yang gagal dalam bercinta ke dalam segudang roti pasti ia akan mati kelaparan

seandainya kita dapat berbicara dalam semua bahasa manusia dan alam tetapi tidak mempunyai perasaan cinta dan kasih

Dirimu taubah seperti gong atau sekedar cakram yang bergemerincing.

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Cinta adalah semangat,

Cinta adalah kepercayaan,

Cinta adalah energi yang tidak dapat dimusnahkan.

Ia hanya bisa berubah bentuk.

taken from : Dayen's.


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LAST WEEK WAS WTF-SO-HECTIC LIKE REALLY AND I FELT LIKE LOSING MYSELF...........not.
maybe the text above would tell, lemparkanlah pula seseorang yang gagal dalam bercinta ke dalam segudang roti pasti ia akan mati kelaparan.
Maybe I lost my love in doing certain things. I lost the excitement and spirit. I was just tired with stuffs. Then losing the zest.

But, let's fall in love again. Start all over again. Never too late. Look at the sky, weather changes every second, so do things in life.
I wish you all a very wonderful days ahead, more luck, more love. <3 style="font-style: italic;">being more mature. :p

Love, FPL.

In 7 Days

In 7 days, I'm not gonna be 17 any longer. Here we go, being an adult for true and I cannot say that I am ready for that. Well, being 17 is everything you could ask for. You ain't that old but you know much. You can care and you can give up. Such responsibilities were given to make you grow, and at times, you cannot be blamed for the mistakes upon those. Being 17 means that everyone lets you drive your car, but if you make it scratched, they won't yell at you because you're a fresh driver. You can make a member card at any deptstore with the ID card and for sure getting the coolest discount around. Great? Yes. Adding the college brand new phase. Meeting wonderful people. Guess in 7 days this marvelous age will turn into...the brighter one? I hope so.

xxx Erin

Leave The Baggage

Just read Diana Rikasari's post which titled Breathe and somehow got inspired. What's written there is just so true.
"I live my life without carrying an extra baggage, and walk on with just what I essentially need"

Somehow, without realizing, we spend our days and time to mark on things that hurt us, that don't go in our way. We stumble upon them and curse. We give much feeling to the bad things and somehow carry an 'unnecessary baggage' of hatred, of people we hate.
What for? What for wasting the energy, passion, and all good mood for the 'unnecessary baggage'?
Maybe we should learn not to carry 'that baggage'. Maybe we should just bring the small case fulfilled with things we utterly need and love. Carry the good thing, smile a lot, forgive, and be a bit tough. Don't get easily intimidated, see the brightside. People do mistake, we simply do. Be happy. Stay healthy. Leave the baggage. Make peace with ourselves.
Have a good day ;)

People Will Always Want More

and end up having more. I believe in that scary truth. That no matter how good your life is, after being thankful, you will eventually reach the peak when you say you want anything else. Always like that. Imagine that you have the finest pair of shoes. You're gonna wear them for couple months or so than they will be abandoned in the shoe rack. The best leather-straps watch, your favourite one, which you almost wear everyday, sooner or later it will be dusty and not so lovely. Than you left it on your desk. Your favourite bag? You'd saved your money for quite some time, you bought that bag. You wore that and was proud. Nevertheless, weeks went by and you bought another bag. How about your lovely notebook? iPod? You will always want the next generation. Your favorite novel? No way, its amusement only exists for days. Brand new nail polish? You got screwed by the beauty shop. Clothes? Never ask. You always get the one every week, don't you?

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People? How about people? Will they get boring and not so lovely?

A Box of Chocolate

I truly feel like having a box of chocolate which wrapped in a black dove paper with a white ribbon on the top. Ordinary. Too ordinary and not interesting at all. Then I tend to tear the ribbon, then the wrapping paper. It is full of chocolate. With different shapes, different sizes, and different fillings. Yes, I love blueberry truffles so much.
Life has been like that. I did not know who these people are. How they truly talked, how they communicated. I faced them everyday. Everyday. Everyday.
Until now.
And you know what, if they were that chocolate, they would be my favourite truffles. They would be the blueberry ones or chocochips ones.
Offering me with a bright point-of-view, giving me some tips and trick or some words to survive in the place called college. Yes, they are all doing like sunshine
Life eventually takes me to the place where the bright and lovely people stay and gather. Meeting them are things I could never imagine before.
Great. My truffles. I love them.

Oh Dear

In a foreign place
The saving grace was the feeling
That it was her heart that he was stealing
He was ready to impress
And the fierce excitement
The eyes are bright
He couldn't wait to get away
And I bet that Juliet was just the icing on the cake
Make no mistake, no

And even if somehow he could have shown you
The place you wanted
Well I'm sure you could have made it that bit better on your own
And I bet she told a million people that she'd stay in touch
But all the little promises that don't mean much
When there's memories to be made
And I hope you're holding hands by New Year's Eve
They made it far too easy to believe
That true romance can't be achieved these days

And even if somehow they could have shown you the place you wanted
Well I'm sure you could have made it that bit better on your own
You are the only ones who know (Only Ones Who Know - Arctic Monkeys)


got me speechless.

It Gave Me an Impact

taken from here.

This morning, I woke up to nothing. I grabbed my blackberry and saw everything around. I exactly knew my holiday was gonna be ended soon. So I decided to take those novels I'd bought weeks a go. Some Nicholas Sparks' and Neil Gaiman's. Both are my favourite. Different genre but really got my way. I finished The Last Song in teary eyes. Always got me cried out.

Was it me or the novel that so cheesy?

You ought to read that novel. Seems another normal love story, but too pretty, and too true. It seemed to tell you about your regular days and it gave me an impact because... it was all normal. It could happen to anyone.
The end of the book?
Happy ending. I also fall for happy ending. The main role got her grip, she followed her passion and got back to life. Everyone should do like that, shouldn't we?

It really got me soft-hearted. :)

I want to go back to my grip. I want to write as much as I did. How I could post many things in a day. I want to take good pictures as many as I took.
I want to be positive in every thing I face. I want to spill some love, more laughters.
I want to buy a lot of pretty novels. Good novels that bring me impact like this one I read today. I want to do my best, in every single deed. I want to share my effort with everyone. I want to forgive things I said I could not. I want to be what I want to be. With alll of my ability and passion and God's given.

Thank Nicholas Sparks for giving me a kick.
I want to make the most of everything. I realise, God always puts his Grace in the right place.
And I should be grateful. I should stop worrying about...everything and be sincerely kind.

Have a good day, Sweethearts.

Love Song

Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again

However far away I will always love you However long I stay I will always love you Whatever words I say I will always love you I will always love you

Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again

However far away I will always love you However long I stay I will always love you Whatever words I say I will always love you I will always love you

(Love Song - The Cure)

I Wanna Be Andy Sachs

My most favourite film ever. The Devil Wears Prada is well-touched to represent my dream. Or obsession. Or maybe, my very first obsession. Working on a media, to be specific magazine, to be more specific fashion magazine, else deeper specific high-end fashion magazine.
SUPERB! I want to work in that industry. Gathering with the overachievers or meeting some awesome designers, in charge of some pages of the issue, giving some advice to improve some parts, dressing in a good way to the office, tres chic. Fabulous, indeed.
Magazine industry always got me mesmerized. Wonderful, yes? How people's thoughts can be formed into something artistic that delightly informative and pretty in the same way...

Have you seen the movie? Go watch it!

Being Andy Sachs is beyond words. Hope someday I'm gonna make this come true :):):)

Neil Gaiman Says...

“Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.”

So don't be afraid to take step and going down, eventually we'll find a way to feel better. Eventually, we'll get rid of people that bother us much. We will stop restating ourselves as losers as they made us feel to be. We'll find our way to feel happier with people who really respect you and never let you down.
They exist. Some who truly don't realise that they make us feel bad. So just don't care. Let intimidation get into us. We're bigger than this. If losers exist, they are not those who fail but those who talk and declare too much. If losers exist, they are those who quit earlier. SO DON'T QUIT. Move forward. Tell the world that being nice is just another crapshit if you don't do it sincerely. Tell the world that everyone is seeking for attention so let's throw some judgmental thoughts to improve everything.
Be weirdly good. Let's fall then FLY. Cause every moment happens once. You always can start it all over again but stain you left exist in everyone's thought. It never fades.
Make our own marks, let no badness go in.


Me? I'm happy and thank God for what He's given for me.
For every chances.
For good people and moments He keep around me.
For every bad people He take far from me.
and Neil Gaiman also says..

“Lives are snowflakes - forming patterns we have seen before, as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really looked at them? There's not a chance you'd mistake one for another, after a minute's close in.”

This is Dedicated to Dayen

Hello D, thank you to inspire me writing for you in this morning, when I really should take a bath and hit the school to buy prom ticket. So how are you doing, sweetheart? Anyway, none of these post I made literally dedicated to you or replied to yours, but this one.
Don't bother :---)
I'm writing the posts for all those who read, and if it gets in to you, I'm pleased but don't get a heartache, all of these are just another judgmental doodles of mine. xoxo