Reasons Why I Love Summer Finn and 500 Days Of Summer

The first reason is I found reasons.
I watched that movie when I just broke up. I was single and started to convince myself that there was nothing wrong with being single. And Summer Finn told me, not directly, this lines;

“I like being on my own. Relationships are messy and people's feelings get hurt. Who needs it? We're young, we live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. We might as well have fun when we can and save the serious stuff for later”

and this;

“I just don't feel comfortable being anyone's girlfriend. I don't actually feel comfortable being anyone's anything.”

So I kept what Summer stated in my head for sure. I didn't feel miserable and didn't have to. I was happy living my life without being anyone's. Until now, though I have hidden that mind because I now believe in love and destiny and fate like Summer did in the end (see dialog below), I still think those lines are cool and worth to be minded.

Summer: Well, you know, I guess it's 'cause I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Gray and a guy comes up to me and asks me about it and now he's my husband.
Tom: Yeah. And so?
Summer: So, what if I'd gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I'd gotten there 10 minutes later? It was - it was meant to be. And I just kept thinking..Tom was right.
Tom: No.
Summer: Yeah, I did. I did. It just wasn't me that you were right about.

The second is its taglines and its story of course.

The third is the philosophical thought in it

The fourth is its plot
Random. I like randomness.

The fifth is the cute idea of dating at IKEA.

It still needs et cetera. Holyshit, I do really love this movie.

Oh So Me

A Letter To Juliet

Dear Claire,

What and If are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don’t know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it’s never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn’t it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don’t know what a love like Juliet’s feels like – love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for but I’d like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I will have the courage to seize it. And, Claire, if you didn’t, I hope one day that you will.

All my love, Juliet

Verona, Italy

Kalian

Kalian tahu gemerincing tawa yang kalian hasilkan lalu kalian sebarkan seolah kalian dewa?
Kalian lupa bagaimana harusnya makhluk sejenis kalian bersikap lalu berkata seenaknya
Kalian bilang cinta tapi lalu bilang cinta lagi pada orang yang berbeda
Kalian berpelukan saling berkata kalian setia sampai kalian tiba di neraka
Kalian panas.

Kalian tahu kenapa titik-titik merah itu betah bertengger bahagia di wajah kalian yang melepuh?
Kalian terlalu menganggap yang selain kalian itu cuma keringat di bawah telapak kaki
Kalian saling cerca bukannya?
Kalian mendaki samudera dengan balon udara tapi lupa membawa selimut
Kalian dingin.

Kalian.
Kalian pelupa.

Dua-duanya Aku Suka

Aku banyak bicara.
Tapi kalau ada yang bersedia lebih banyak bicara,
Aku mau dengar.

Aku suka sekali mendengar.
Tapi didengarkan lebih menyenangkan.
Padahal.

Aku suka cerita.
Ber- dan Di-.
Dua-duanya aku suka.

Today

I'm an ant, he is. He picks me up. Then we go to somewhere by a walking boxes. We're sitting side by side and I put my head on his shoulder. Just remember, we're ants. No one notices us. He plays with my hair. I keep telling him that I'm sleepy and he keep telling me to sleep. I'm trying to sleep while the world's moving. Then he takes two magical ear's friend and his smart square. One for my right, one for his left. His favorite melodies come through my ear. He knows that I'm trying to close my eyes, so he chooses kinda lullaby song and I fall asleep. The box stops. I wake up. Then we move to another box. His tough hand is holding my arm between many people around us. I feel safe, I'm not afraid with eveybody's footsteps. On the next box, I'm not sleeping. I'm talking with him, over many things.Until we arrive and make our foots do some efforts. We laugh at the same thing. Then we do chicken sleep in my box. Thats the best moment. Watching he's sleeping. Cute ant with big nose. Wonderful 5 minutes. I realize I'm so in love with this man, I mean this ant, I mean an ant who's getting to be a man ant. I don't know what I'm trying to say. For me, he's my man. After tiring and wonderful hours with him, then we go back to place we called home, our nest. With same comfortable shoulder, same music, same tough hand holding my arm, same funny words, same excited feeling. Today was really a fairy tale.

Finally

Found them. Lovely avatar, 1st anniversary, anything cute. Glad to see them happy like now, with their new part. People change, huh? I just found it funny, knowing what they are now is not what they were. I mean, they did it, didn't they? And I was. I already forgot how it felt like. Trying real hard to find why and how. She was me. And now she is them. Now, they do, sounds more. Living their life happily. What can I say? People do change. I do too. Marilyn Monroe is right. People change so we can learn to let go. We change and we let go. And I was wrong, wrong about them, all of them. They did their best, they did make me happy, they did give an effort to stay with me, they did love me, they did by all the things they did for me. And all I said about them is they are jerks while they are just they are. Human. Change their mind, their feelings. I feel sorry. I can't revise every stupid posts about them before, but just know, they are good boys. They were special. And I was. Nice to think like that. Hopely they are fine now. Those same wolfs are still cute, anyway. With their own girly wolfs

Me Book

I am a book. Read me. You don't have to understand every single word. Just read. Read sentence by sentence only once and then what you get from it is what you do really think about me. I am a book. Read me. Open the pages, slowly, not in a rush. I'm fragile, you might tear me apart. Open the pages with knowing, knowing where page you're on. At least, if you're too lazy to remember the number, just put something between the pages so you don't have to search me again, you don't have to go back and start over or maybe go too far. You may miss the good parts in me. I am a book. Read me. Understand the title-chapter, its like what comes from my mouth. Most of the times, the title doesn't represent what exactly I'm trying to say. You should give a try to read the whole chapter then you'll know what I mean. If it's not suitable, you can say I'm lying. Its not wrong if you're mad at me, you don't know the author anyway. I am a book. Read me. I have ending. Help me know my ending, because I can go to the last page by my self. I am a book. Read me. I really wish you enjoy my story, or furthermore, live it with me. And when you feel that I'm a boring book then don't want to continue reading me, it's okay. Just remember what made you pick me formerly, remember what I had that made you caught on me. My ugly and dusty cover? My colorful pages? Or the synopsis on the back that I don't even know? Or was it because people's reviews about me? By the way, be careful, those people behind the reviews aren't always right, they are subjective in a wrong ways. I am a book. Read me. And I will read you.

Distance

She makes its hard for us to see each other
She gives us the reason to realize that we're no good to be together
She whispers to you "Why do you even stay with her?"
She puts negative thoughts in my mind when you're too busy to reach
She spends her time to watch us texting and sometimes calling
She makes us busy with our own things so we don't have time for each other
She laughs at us while we're in fight
She spoils the internet connection everytime we're trying to be on skype
She lies to me that you're having fun with another me
She tries to break us up
But we aren't going to give up, aren't we?

Anyway her name is distance.

1,2,3

˙dn sn ʞɐǝɹq oʇ pǝʞsɐ oɥʍ ʇnoqɐ ʇɹɐd ǝɥʇ ʎllɐıɔǝdsǝ 'ƃuıllǝʇ ʎɹoʇs ƃuıop ʇɐ ɹǝsol ɐ ʇnq 'ǝuıɯ ƃuıǝq ʇɐ ɥƃnouǝ pooƃ ˙ǝɔɐɟ-ǝsǝuıɥɔ sɐɥ ǝɥ ʇɐɥʇ ɐǝpı sıɥ ʇɹoddns oʇ ǝʌɐɥ ı ˙ʇı uıɐldxǝ ǝɯ ʇǝl ʇ,uop ¿ʎɥʍ ˙ʎnƃ ɐ ɯıɥ llɐɔ plnoɥs ı ˙3

  ˙ɹǝqɯnu ʎʞɔnl sıɥ ǝʞıl sɯǝǝs ɹnoɟ ˙ʞɹǝɾ ɐ ʇnq ǝsou looɔ ɐ ǝʌɐɥ ˙ǝʌol ʎddnd s,ǝʇɐɯssɐlɔ ʎɯ sɐʍ ǝɥ ˙ǝɟıl looɥɔs ʎɹɐʇuǝɯǝlǝ ʎɯ ɯoɹɟ ʎoq ɐ ˙2

 ˙ǝsnɐlddɐ ƃuıpuɐʇs ɐ ɯıɥ uǝʌıƃ ǝʌɐɥ plnoɥs ı ˙sʞǝǝʍ oʍʇ ʇnoqɐ ʇsnɾ ɹoɟ ǝuo ʍǝu ǝɥʇ ʇoƃ ǝɥ ʎɥʍ s,ʇɐɥʇ 'ƃuıɯɹɐɥɔ puɐ oıʞouıd ǝʞıl ʞool 'ʇɹɐǝɥ uǝʞoɹq ǝɹǝıɯǝɹd ʎɯ pǝʇsɐʇ ǝɯ ʇǝl oɥʍ ǝuo ǝɥʇ ˙1

It's That

You say I'm strange
That I don't fit in
It's that
I am a freak

I say stupid things
Laugh at not-funny-at-all joke
It's that
I am a freak

Seems like I won't never grow up
My parents let me stuck in my childhood
It's that
I am freak

I look like an anti-social
I don't like being a part of the crowd
It's that
I am a freak

I like something that usually be hated
I talk about it like it's the best
It's that
I am a freak

You shout the shit out
That it's cool if I just don't speak
It's that
I am a freak

I know I'm just a mess
If there's one thing I can ever be proud of
It's that
I am a freak

Yakin

aku mengetik ini sambil tersenyum sekarang
malam-malam begini malah melayang
habisnya aku merasa seperti disayang
jujur saja aku suka

makanya sekarang aku takut
takut kamu pergi
takut kamu merasa aku kurang baik buat kamu
takut rasa sayang kamu hilang

padahal kita masih sebentar
menurut kamu wajar atau gimana?
aku aneh ya?
ya sepertinya

habisnya aku kadang merasa kurang pantas buat kamu
tapi lalu aku ingat kata-kata kamu dulu
menenangkan lalu aku percaya
aku yakin kamu beda

Why I

Why I'm wasting my precious time?
Why I always wait for my battery to be full so that I can listen to the music all the way?
Why I like biting my nails?
Why I like doing everything alone while there's people who are ready to help me?
Why I tweet about random things?
Why I talk too much?
Why I don't like starting the conversations?
Why I use trying-to-be-cute-autotexts in my every texts?
Why I mind that :) smiley is a fake smile in the real life?
Why I'm just listening to the songs that have cute lyrics in it?
Why I don't like those kind of people so much?
Why I'd rather not see, not read, or not hear than be in pain later?
Why I smile just to people who smiles to me first?
Why I can't make people laugh with my jokes?
Why I like singing in the bathroom?
Why I watch 500 days of summer and the notebook a thousand times?
Why I can't just shout out the words and be mean?
Why I 'm being a fan of Taylor Swift and Paramore?
Why I'm so restless yet like forcing myself not to sleep?
Why?
Well maybe its all because I am me.

Cuma Tanggal

Kalau dipikir-pikir tanggal satu itu spesial
Awal yang wah begitulah
Lumayan kan bahagia sementara
Dan selalu dimulai dari angka pertama

Diajak jalan-jalan keliling taman
Lihat bunga lihat rumput
Sampai ditarik masuk labirin
Anehnya sama sekali tidak takut

Matanya sudah buta
Sekalipun hidungnya berfungsi
Tapi tidak sadar juga
Bau menusuk itu dibiarkan saja

Pada akhirnya
Tanggal ya cuma tanggal

Created on December 2011

The Way I Am

I found it cute and funny:'D

Giving up

This song is about giving up.
Giving up in a good way.
In a very lovely way for a lovely way.

What if we stop having a ball
What if the paint chips from the wall
What if there's always cups in the sink
What if i'm not what you think I am

What if I fall further than you
What if you dream of somebody new
What if I never let you in
Chase you with a rolling pin
Well, what what if I do

What if our baby comes in after nine
What if your eyes close before mine
What if you loose yourself sometimes
And I'll be the one to find you
Safe in my heart

 'Cause I am giving up on making passes
And I am giving up on half empty glasses
And I am giving up on greener grasses
I'm giving up

Ingrid Michaelson - Giving up

Someday I'll give up for him, the one who can stop my fears, the one who will spend the rest of his life with me:">

Like I Want To

Will you watch my favorite movies?

Will you hold me when I cry?

Will you let me tell you all my favorite parts?

When I've seen it a million times

Will you sing to all my music?

While I dance to purple rain

Will you do all these things?

like I want to.

Will you love me like I love you?

Will you tell me everyday?

Will you make me feel like I'm invicible

With every word you'll say?

Can you promise me that this was right?

Don't throw it all away

Can you do all these things?

Will you do all these things?

Like I want to.

Song's played in my room: Like We Used To - A Rocket To The Moon

I Know

I know I'm boring
I know I talk about useless and pointless things
I know I say stupid things
I know you think I'm stupid
I know you think my life so full with unimportant drama
I know I'm not like your other friends
I know you're fed up with my dummy tweets yet you're forced to follow me because we know each other
I know you hate it when I'm around you
I know you wish I could just disappear when I'm in front of you
I know I do weird things and you just say "Oh my" because of it
I know you think I'm so annoying when I say "Hello" and "Good bye"
I know I'm kinda old-fashioned
I know I'm not funny
I know I'm not cool
I know who I am
I know maybe you don't even want to call me as your friend
But although I know all those above
I still wanna be your friend
Having a wall-faced sounds nice for me to do

Sorry if I'm not a good friend,
Don't worry because I'm in my trial :-)

Sorry Not Sorry

I'm sorry you have to listen to my pointless stories
I can't stop talking
Because finally I have you to tell everything

I'm sorry I easily miss you
I always want to meet you
Because finally I have you to be with me

I am sorry I am a needy girl
I need you every time
Because finally I have you to share anything

I am sorry I say "sorry" too much
Its all because I don't wanna be something
Something that you'll let go someday

And I am so happy for being with you
I can be myself, you can be yourself
I'm not sorry for letting you in, Mr. Tall.

Today Was a Fairytale

So,
Today Was A Fairytale means something to me again.
I can feel that happy feelings and smile when I listen to it.
I feel that goosebumps when I listen to the guitar on the intro.
I can dance around my room while its filling my room.
I suddenly remember what happened today which makes it seemed like fairy tale.
I set it up as this someone's ringtone.
And the happy part is this someone does really exist.