Tell me what's wrong or I'll snap you in half.

Tell me something about yourself. Tell me what do you fear the most.

Regression.

Or perhaps it's growth into something undesirable. Between the two, I can't choose only one.

Limitation. Something that everybody has. And something that most of us want to overcome, myself is no exception. Become a good person. Become a good person with a will. And warmth. This has nothing to do with anything.

Now, a step forward. Then another one.

Be practical. Practical and kind. Put your thoughts down to words, your visions to products. Simplify, simplify, simplify. And we'll see where I'll get to at the end of this chapter.

Parallel point of orbits

You haven't stopped running.
Neither have I.

And things don't need to change. You don't need to wait for me. It's not like we're running on the same track anyway.
I'll get there someday, I'll get to a point of a rough equivalent to yours. 
I just need to run faster.

Sent

Well.

On your way home

"Wake up
Wake up
We are sleeping off the booze
Give up
Give up
Feel no magic in this room

You said her eyes were green
And she dealt the cards out face up
You said it's always
All-in, in her mind"

On Your Way Home - the Hiatus

Because when you're taking a stride, you take it one step at a time.

:)

So...

I, Aurelia, have a phone called Lumia, in which a personal assistant codenamed Cortana resides.

If you know me from a certain personal angle, you'll know what is incredibly bizarre and slightly creepy about that fact. Personally, I still haven't recovered from the sheer shock of it.

I am literally shedding tears

Fourth. Freaking fourth time this happens. And I've grown so attached to that one, too. For such a silly, like, really silly thing, it devastates me so much.

I can't blame anyone for this, of course, how can one prove pseudo-science? But really, four times? One more 'coincidence' and I'd explode.

I'm just writing an.. almost-diary. It shouldn't be that prophetic. For one, I don't want to die before thirty.

Ay. I wish that product to be as clever and capable as... (sigh) its namesake. For I'm not changing this one. Not. This one.

A long walk

A walk is overdue. A long walk. I need to cool down. To think. To ponder some issues. To untangle some dreaded knots; one at the bottom of my stomach, one at the mess of a garden and another at the aching part, somewhere near my lungs.

Gotcha!

Something's bound to happen. The corner of my notebook said so.

Eight years. Eight. Long. Years. And the answer's been staring at me for the last three.

I feel like hugging the universe in particular. Thank you!

Now, if only ideas that are actually relevant to my school assignments can just storm me like this- that'll be really helpful too.

Non-linearity

One and a half month to go. Nope, that won't do. Me having little expectation of this is a pre-determined factor. Not that I need them in order to throw myself into yet another unfinished silent dialogue on whom I am following the beats for. Frankly, I'm quite amazed that my limbs has managed this much without them folding over to their handicaps. There was time when they deprived me of myself. Optimism just had to leave me, piece by piece, when the dark part of reality was lashing out and there was I, lost in the brutal chase. 

What happens then, when the flower garden is destroyed by some misplaced explosion? We plant more of them, of course, and work our arses off to prevent future wars from happening. 

Unreasonable. I have to start from the beginning. Later, once this cold subsides. Christ. I thought I've recovered from that one.

On the Holmes with a Nokia Lumia

...which is a Microsoft Windows phone, by the way.

I've been practically preaching this on my Tumblr lately, but I'll just be a young girl and state this again here. I love the way Moffat and Gatiss interpret Mycroft Holmes. Partly, because it's not entirely dissimilar to my own. A bit subjective, I know. Sorry.

The elder Holmes has always been the most intriguing character in the original Holmes tales ever since I discovered him, more than a decade ago. The ultimate sleuth, the quiet eccentric who acknowledges the needs of all humans, including introverts, to be in others' company (Diogenes club) with an air of silent confidence that's only understood by those capable of comprehending the full extent of his abilities. The cold thinker who suppresses a lot of things for the sake of objectivity, yet he is by no means a dramatic imitation of Spock. After all, he still managed to be there whenever his bubbly little brother needed his assistance.

His character really came off as considerably solid and enigmatically engaging to my tender imagination of that time. It's kinda inspirational, and it was so impressive, more so because he's only presented in no more but a handful of lines and small chunks of rare, vague mentions of him here and there. Sir Doyle was a really good writer at that.

and so are the duo main writers of Sherlock cos they're able to cram those qualities in a single character, yet still manage to keep him in the shadow of the supposed protagonists. At least until recently, maybe, to some extent. But it's a really HARD thing to do (speaking from personal experience. I'm almost positively sure Gatiss playing the character himself also helps tremendously.) so I'm still giving a standing applause. 


Now I better not start on the masterfully done, stereotype-breaking details (normal, loving family -> cool offsprings, logical panic vs. Hollywood-level angst + recklessness, etc.) unless I want to be glued here until sunset.

"Understanding other people isn't hard. It's impossible."

So one second I'm thinking too much, and the next moment I'm thinking too little. At one point I'm at fault for not verbalising all the nitty gritty details about basic neatness, and the next I'm blamed for nagging. Again, what's new. Girls.

If every teardrop is a waterfall, then every paradox is a plot point.

Peace on Earth, so far

I said I'm taking hiatus from blogging but I simply can't note this down elsewhere without risking a misconception of me bragging.

Well played. I'm dumbfounded. Like a clever twist at the end of a slice of life plot. A teaser for a sneak peak of the paper - a seemingly deceiving however inspiring lecture - almost half a dozen question on -those- details. Oh Professor, that was so good, I credit my survival to a streak of dumb luck, silly "fangirlism" and serious Divine intervention. Thank God.

And that's one semester down. So now,

allons-y! Cacti must take off and fly.

Once upon a time,

..there was a man whose dream is to find a little Undying Hope for the future. The rest of the world ridiculed him for that, for they refused to listen to such dream.

It has been really fun

Um.. kawaii ambassador, chilled cucumbers and sophisticated oysters, among other things? My lol sticks to its intended meaning - laughing out loud. I still am. Even now, you awesome and adorable bunch of people. Laughing is healthy, really. I've been having a lot of fun, and I'm genuinely thanking all of you.

So this is the end of my very first mid-semester in uni. Life's nice. Oh but you know what's coming: the "but eh...". Hmm~ Yeah.

10 years ago

What's the difference? Get too close and you'll get burnt. I should've known.

I'm so sorry.

"Children of Time"

"But my dear friend, we have nowhere to go, yet we can go everywhere. At this point you'll just carry on with your limited time and die. Before that, before all those things I'm not quite ready to witness, -pardon me for quoting you- if you have nowhere to go, nobody to love and your life has no meaning whatsoever to you, will you please lend it to me? I need it for a very important cause."

"There are precious things, values one can learn by living in mycountry,

..things I want my children to understand.

The sense of security,

and the real meaning of family."

I've forgotten which Indonesian said that, but it really rings true, somewhat. No, it's not the President. It's someone who has been living overseas in a richer, more liberal country. It was said in English, too.  Maybe it's Anggun.

Laughing out loud

(laugh) Yes. You go baby girl. The context of this post, however, shall not be revealed for all eternity. Simply because it holds the cheesiest ....ahem... most blush cringe-inducing part of my life.

Had things went differently, I figure I'd get a fulfilling spree of inner jokes by now.

Aww :3

Nao D:

I should've known better than start this 5 hours before bed time...
Now I can't just sleep, it's two in the morning and I'm planning to drive tomorrow.

...I'm so going to crash my friend's car at this rate must. sleep. nao.

Same old, same old