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I canceled all my plan I've made a few days back, to cycle around the avenue near to my city's bay and going to McDonald alone. I instead doing my laundry with mom yelled behind, and she keep me company to buy swimsuit I never know when to worn.  My friend, Nabilah, texted me as she reached home from dorm, “Happy milad and remain to be Adzra I knew.” the wish still asame as last year, to remain as the Adzra she used to knew. “Thank you, I love you” I replied. She disappear again until next month. Mom bought me birthday cake after I back from the weeaboo gathering event (I know its nerd). I told her I wanted the one from another bakery, yet she said they has no taste and I have no respect for her effort to give me a little surprise, then the grumble came out, promising she will buy as I request tomorrow with the risk the cake will throwed to my face if she can prove its undelicious. Odd day, realizing that its my birthday make it way more odd. I tried to make it remarkable than

A movie that everyone (or at least folks in third-world countries) can relate to. “Sometimes the wrong train can lead us to the right station” —The Lunchbox   Ila, lonely housewife trying to get her marriage back on the track caused by her husband's affair with another woman. She begins to cook lunchbox for him, but the deliverer mistakenly sends it to a middle-aged accountant man. He enjoyed the meal, Ila feels rewarded. They communicate with letters through the lunchbox and start having mutual affection. It spreads the sense of solitude in the whole scene unless when they are reading the letter they took from the lunchbox, you can also feel the excitement of eventually interacting with someone who earnestly understands you and kills the loneliness that has been in storage for times. It reminds me of one of the finest work by Wong-Kar Wai, In The Mood For Love. Also, The Lost Translation. Both share the lonesome vibe and a lesson that you can fall in love anywhere, whenever, and w

Happy national teacher day! Yes we did celebrate it today, oh that was heartwarming, some teacher weeped, can't hold their tears. Not something I wanted to highlight tho.  I brought my camera, they asked me to click their picture, my adorable classmate. Two of my teacher were posing in the middle, smile in their face.  I'm not a professional photographer, who am I to claim it for that role , but I can distinguish when the model is unhappy with you, and I can see it through my friends's face. There was no expression, no amused sensation.

Ah.. The way to keep me alive is to recommend me a great movie I wouldn't dare to die before fully watching it, nothing else. One event can change everything.  This movie talks about Nemo Nobody. By turning 5, he has to choose who to live with, parents divorced. What could be happening if he chooses his mom? Or his father instead? Nevertheless, everything ended up perfectly. It is so-called The Butterfly Effect.  Nemo in his old age trying to predict the past, the other impact, and the possibility of his other decision . As long as you don't choose, everything remains possible. When I was a child, I envied my lovely friends when they were born pretty and I'm not. I never choose my genes, my parents, in which womb I carried in. I used to think that my life will be totally turn out better if I were born as a pretty girl. Yet, these things, I couldn't alter it as I wished. Being born is the first butterfly effect I got. This magnificent movie changed my life, I started to

Almost one year since I dumped this blog. Break up from my boyfriend and I started to talk with internet pals, my life changing to a better way. I'm trying to recall my intention a year ago, nothing hit my mind. I practically forgetting how and who I was. I built a huge and dense wall to seperate me from my past. I'm behaving myself. I change my habbit. I read books. I learn to swim. I connecting to new people to maintain the bricks. Dwelling this past 10 months make me regret to not writing since and sharing my journey. Yet, there's no late! I can try or put diary I wrote this recent! Sure I'll include the date and picture as well.