Ok, first of all, don't let the title fool you. I don't know what's with me and my tendency to always link every written detail of my life -even the most trivial one- to song titles. Though to be honest, the title of this post is a reference to what Jules (Julian Casablancas, yes. How many Jules in the world would be significant enough for me to mention???) said in one of Strokes' gig when he announced his engagement, 'I'm getting married and it's hard to explain.' before they launched into, of course, Hard To Explain.

This post should've been titled 'LEGAL PROCESS FOR MIXED MARRIAGE IN INDONESIA' or something like that, but yeah, I can't stand the prospect of such serious title ruin the prettiness of my blog :P

Second, I'm a rambler. I don't know if that's a real word but I'm sure you get what I mean. So, apology in advance if somewhere in the middle of this post (wtf, I already rambled in the beginning of this post -__- ) I suddenly ramble about random, rubbish thing. Please bear with me, cause if you're on this page through dear old Mr. Google, then I'm quite confident you'll find what you look for here. This post actually contains some important, useful information, despite me being the writer/ poster/ whatever. And if you're on this page simply, unluckily, because you're my friend, then you already know what I am. Please don't stop being my friend x)

Lastly, before I get into the boring stuff (yeaaaa right as if this could bore us more) it's been practically forever since I wrote here for the last time! I notice I sound a bit different here, that makes me go 'huh' a bit but I think it's safe to blame James Moran for this. And don't ask me to explain.

Oh fuck me, that wasn't even the last thing I want to say before the real content of this post! I'm writing this, besides me wanting to have a proper notes of everything I've done for the wedding legal process, for Ans and just anyone who spends hours staring at Google search list for information about this kind of stuff. You get some explanations and info from community website such as
- http://www.kpcmelati.org/
- http://www.expat.or.id/info/mixmarriages.html
but they don't really have details and that was exactly what I needed. Don't get me wrong, people there are lovely, they're all ready to help and answer your questions, but I just think it would be easier if you can find everything in one page. This actually was inspired by this friend of mine whom I met through the community, and whose blog was very helpful when I started to do all this shitty stuff. Sorry, can't help it.

Oh here's my friend's blog- http://diahlestia.multiply.com/journal/item/30/Mix_marriage_between_Indonesian_and_British_in_Indonesia?replies_read=15.
She is married to a British and is now living in London.

Anyway. So here goes. I'm Indonesian and I got married to this lovely British man, and we agreed to have our marriage held and registered in Indonesia because we want to live permanently in Indonesia. If you don't want to permanently live in Indonesia, then I suggest you to just register your marriage in your partner's country cause it would be much much easier.  Now I'm not saying that the process in Indonesia is THAT complicated and difficult, but it is quite tricky. I'm sure you have nothing to worry about though, cause this is quite simple really, if you know what you have to do.

Oh, my husband, to my amusement AND annoyance, has dual citizenship, British and Switzerland. Legal process are different for those two countries, so I'm gonna try to explain everything in the simplest way. Based on another friend, a German who got married to her Indonesian partner, the process for Switzerland and Germany are pretty much the same, so I think it's safe to assume that the process for Switzerland is the same with other Schengen countries. Just to whine a bit, I have to do both processes for both countries, thank you very much.

Before you get married (some quoted from Diah's Multiply)

From the British/ Switzerland citizen you need:
- CNI ( Certificate of No Impediment) for the British citizen or Certificate of Capacity to Marry for the Swiss citizen.
CNI and Certificate of Capacity to Marry can be obtained in the UK and Swiss in their local registrar offices or at their consulate general in Jakarta or Bali, cost about 30 pounds).
   
    To obtain the CNI, you don't have to bring anything, just bring the original passport. CNI
    will be given after 28 days from the submission's date, and it's valid for 3 months, so that is
    the best time to start to do everything. After you got the CNI, bring it to British Consular
    Office, Deutsche Bank Building Jakarta. Pay the fee for about Rp.1.100.000 and they will
    give you 2 copies of letter stating that the British citizen is free to marry in English and
    Indonesian language so you don't need to translate this.

    To obtain the Certificate of Capacity to Marry, they require some documents from
    Indonesian citizen:
            - New excerpt of Birth Certificate + Copy of original/previous Birth Certificate. 
              This means they want your renewed Birth Certificate, at least was issued 6 months
              before the submission date. Normally it takes about a month to have your Birth
              Certificate renewed, but it can be done in just 5 days.
            - Original Passport. They only need to see your passport, make a copy of it and
              then return it to you right away.
            - Actual Original Family Book (Kartu Keluarga) + Copy of Original Family
              Book (this is what they said but just to be on the safe side, I had my Family Book
              renewed as well, it only takes about 1-2 days)
            - Original Identity Card (KTP)
            - Statement Letter from the Civil Registration Office (for non moslems) or
              Religious Office/ KUA (for moslems) containing :
                  a. Marital status
                  b. Domicile
                  c. Nationality
               This letter, along with a specimen of the head of KUA's signature, stamp, and
               position, needs to be legalised by Department of Justice (Departemen Hukum dan
               HAM), Jl. H.R Rasuna Said Kav 6-7 Jakarta and then by Department of Foreign
               Affairs (Departemen Luar Negeri), Jl. Taman Pejambon No. 6 Jakarta. It takes about
               two days for each department to legalize the letter, just do it yourself, it doesn't
               cost you that much.
    Documents needed from the Swiss citizen:
              - Copy of civil status confirmation (Personenstandsausweis) if residence in
                Switzerland, or
              - Registration and Nationality Statement (Immatrikulations-und
                Nationalitatsbestatigung) by a Swiss representation for those residing abroad.
              - Copy of Passport
 
  
- Statement Letter saying that you don't have HIV/AIDS. I don't know why Indonesian office needs this. My German friend was asked for this letter while my then fiancee wasn't. We got it anyway just in case. Don't forget to have it translated.
- Birth Certificate (original and translation). Ask for a certified translator to do the translation, otherwise they won't accept that.
- Certificate of Conversion (if your partner convert to Islam)
- Copy of Passport
- Police Letter. Go to local police office (I went to Polres) and ask for SKLD (Surat Keterangan Lapor Diri). This actually doesn't cost you anything but they always ask for 'uang rokok'. Just give them about Rp. 50.000,-
- Photo 2x3 with plain background color, blue/red. 5 pcs.

From the Indonesian citizen you need:
- Letter from RT/RW stating your marital status. Bring the letter to Kelurahan and they will give you a form for the KUA (N1, N2, N4)
- Birth Certificate
- Copy of Identity Card (KTP)
- Family Book (Kartu Keluarga)
- Photo 2x3 with plain background color, blue/red. 5 pcs.

Give all the above documents to KUA for them to issue your marriage book. Before you bring all these documents to KUA make sure that:
- every document has the RIGHT name spelling.
- you have at least 2 copies of each document.

Oh and please consider to make a Prenuptial Agreement if you plan to live in Indonesia. This is important because otherwise you and your partner won't be allowed to own any property in Indonesia. Give the copy to KUA too.

After you get married

The UK doesn't need you to do anything. If you want to live with your partner in UK you can simply apply for the spouse visa using the original marriage book. However, if you want, you can deposit one of the marriage book at the local GRO (General Registry Office) in the UK and they will give you a marriage certificate. They will NOT return you marriage book though.

For the Swiss Embassy :
- Legalise your marriage book along with at least 3 copies of it at the Department of Religious Affair (Departemen Agama), Department of Justice (Departemen Hukum dan HAM), and Department of Foreign Affairs (Departemen Luar Negeri)
- Give the legalised copy to the Swiss Embassy.

Alright that's it! I spent two whole hours arranging and typing this but yeah, I hope this can be helpful. Right now I'm still in the process of legalising the marriage book (I went to Department of Justice last week but forgot to get the KUA's head signature so had to come back to Bandung to get it) for the Swiss Embassy. I'm also going to submit my UK spousal visa application in about two days.

I can't believe I actually wrote this very organized post. If you read all my previous posts, they were all nothing but a total chaotic mess, so yeah, let me gloat.

I'm also a gloater afterall.

I wish I know what you are.

Lying still on my bed, I’m watching the street lights coming from outside, making these synchronized movements on the ceiling as if they dance to some ghastly melodies I couldn’t hear.
 
The first sunlight at dawn will come in no time but  my eyes have constantly refused my peace offering to at least close themselves. Or maybe my brain is just playing a trick on me, maybe I close my eyes all along, and simply think I don’t because whatever I do, I couldn’t bring myself to cross that line between waking and sleeping.

And because this episode keeps flashing before my fucking eyes, repeating itself in a monotone certainty, like a broken record.

And of course, it’s you I’m seeing. At times like this, it’s always you.

You’re not smiling, you’re not talking, you’re not doing anything even remotely close to heavenly beautiful that you deserve to occupy my mind like this.

You’re just..being there.

Cold, quiet, stubborn.

Unreal.

I wonder if that’s what bothering me so much.

I wish I could touch you.

I wish you could just tell me what you want I wish I could read your mind I wish I could forget your daunting eyes I wish you would leave me all alone I wish I never knew you I wish you would be blazed in hell I wish the world would just crumble and fall apart and bury me and brushing these thoughts  away along with feelings and shadows and memories I wish you would save me...


I wish I know what you are.
 

Found this pic randomly. I don't know what to say really. This is how all the gay angels in gay heaven look like, you know.

And a link to an interview with Gale Harold, in which Randy whispered 'I love you' that's so sweet xD xD

Because I'm crappy tonight.

Link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ka-WrQUED0

I remember – cherry lips, stolen cigarettes, empty park, bottle tower, not to be sentimental but didn’t we know, didn’t we always talk about it, about how all of that would come to an end, we’d live our own life, and that, that; muffled laughters, you catching my bagpack as I struggled to climb up the school fence, and then ran, ran, ran, to freedom, to youth, to life, all would vanish and become a figments of memories and smiles and sparks in our eyes, until it all disappears from physicality, from mentality, from the current collective subconsciousness or whatever form there might be.


We’re so close to the end, you said, I remember that, too, we were laying on the back of your car, eyes half closed, and I said, we have to call the school, telling them we are sick, and you snorted, got up and looked at me, we’re so close to the end, so close, you know, and then we laid there for what it seemed like forever, an eternity, not speaking another word but telling all stories we could ever share in a lifetime.


Promises, promises, it’s not the end, of course it wasn’t, didn’t you know – that wasn’t the end, there will never be an end, not to us, end just doesn’t happen to us, when eternity runs out and memories fade, when our bones ache from old age arthritis (but we’re young now, mate, see, haven’t I tell you this? we’re young and we’re alright) we’ll still be stubborn, and we’ll just have to run again, won’t we, like we used to, ran away from teachers and unfinished homeworks and detentions, we’ll just have to run and no, of course there will never be an end.


My best friend in the world, why do we keep running, and I shrugged, your then girlfriend, my then boyfriend, stupid high school life- let’s build the bottle tower again, empty park and liberated souls, red popsicles, cherry lips. Why did we keep running, why did we keep on playing the same song on your radiotape, why does universe exist, didn’t matter, never matter, we’ll never come to an end, give me that bottle over there, not that one, the green one, I love you, I always will.


You asked me a million times , will we ever change, and to that, I didn’t have the answer, I smiled, flicking your last cigarette off your fingers, I hate it when you smoke, and you took off and were back with a new pack of cigarettes. Stolen? / Bought. You lit one up and gave me a cheeky smile, yeah, but what if, what if we have to change and it’s the end? I watched your cigarette’s smoke rose up to the sky until it became so faint I couldn’t see it anymore, yeah, what if? 


My best friend in the world, promises, empty park and bottle tower, I snatched your cigarette away and kicked off the tower, bottles rolled everywhere, you picked the green one up and I smiled, took it off your hand and put it back on, well we’d just have to build it up all over again...

I've got pretty much nothing to say. The picture speaks for itself.

MY. GOD.

Julian Casablancas' 30 best quotes (as much as this is irrelevant to his upcoming solo album, I just have to post this xD)

NME (Of fucking course, NME -read:Conor- loves boys in the band. Especially when they start talking about their bandmates and how they kiss each other) seems to be going through one of their famous Strokes hysterias these days. Someone took time to put together some of Julian's most memorable quotes. It's a very fun read, and an eye candy too, with all the pictures.


On his solo live ambitions: "Ideally, I'm going to try to put on some over-the-top, amazing, Disney shows. You know when you feel like you're in a weird world, like the Epcot Centre or something?" (NME, August 2009).



On heroin: "Doing heroin is like walking around with a terrorist as your friend. It's like taking a terrorist around to parties You never know when it's going to blow up on you." (The Guardian, 2003).



On the importance of music: "Your girlfriend can leave you and your mother will yell at you, but when you start feeling like it's hurting the music, then it's a bad mistake." (The Guardian, 2003). (oh, jules)



On what inspired The Strokes: “"It's that feeling when you hear your favourite song. That feeling, whether you're in a car, at a party or alone at home or in bed and you hear this song and it just hits you so strong - that’s what we aim for." (Dutch TV interview, July 2001).



On kissing each other: "It's when we fuck around and get fucked up - but it's not an important tradition with us or anything. It's just something that people catch us doing every now and then make a big deal out of." (The Face, 2002).



On his hometown: "I love New York. The only thing is, when you're here, you constantly feel like you've got to get out. Human evolution didn't mean for people to be in a city like this all the time. You get so fucking aggressive. You want to fight all the time." (NME, 2001).



On talking dirty: "At college these people invited me to hang out. Then they said, 'OK, what's your favourite sexual position?' I was like, 'What the fuck I doing here?' I didn't answer then and I'm not answering now." (NME, 2002).



On boarding school: "I was punished all the time. I had to wake up at six in the morning to jog around the school. I'd get caught for smoking or whatever. It sucked. There were a lot of Turkish people in Versace jeans. It was a culture shock." (NME, 2001) (ahahhahahahah this is so funny. culture shock! he's probably one of the richest kid there!)



On groupies: "It's funny, though, because although we really like girls, it's almost as if we like each other better. We'll definitely go get laid, but we won't hang out with the girl and be like, 'Oh I love you', we'll go straight back to the band." (NME, 2001). (oh how this, along with wolfie's threesome tweet, had make conor's week gay-mazing..you read that yourself, he's so gay right now lol )



On being rich kids: "We don't cover any of that up. But it's not like my dad was friends with some record label guy and got us a deal. I was bartending, trying to book local shows, pretty much like everyone does. But I can imagine how people would perceive us as assholes.” (The Face, 2002).



On being a heavy drinker: "I don’t shake at the site of alcohol anymore. I don’t feel the need for it. If anything I’ll get stoned. I always told myself if it got to the point that it was affecting my songwriting and music that I’d stop. And it did get to the point." (Something Glorious, 2006). (am somewhat curious about this. in a lot of fics, almost every fics, he was portrayed as an alcoholic..doesnt seem like that in my opinion. yet, what do i know? am not that twerp juliet. )


On human stupidity: "It was 100,000 years before we figured out what to do with fire. Imagine cavemen, sitting in front of a fire, eating raw meat for 100 thousand years.” (Rolling Stone, 2002).  =)) =)) =))



On hedonism: "I kinda like messing with perception a little bit. Kind of what drugs do sometimes, and drinking. I mean, you know, you mess with your mind a little bit to see life from different angles. Within reason, if you can handle it." (The New Music, 2006).



On pop music: "Why does everything that has to be big and popular suck? I got a problem with that, so I'm trying to do something about it." (Rolling Stone, 2003).


On looking cool: "You know how bands have to decide what to wear onstage. We just decided that we would wear what we wanted to wear onstage all the time, so we wouldn't have to think about it." (Rolling Stone, 2003). (he'd still look cool even if he wears a polkadot sack..)



On his songwriting idols: "When I hear Sam Cooke's 'A Change Is Gonna Come', it frustrates me because no matter how hard I try, I can never be that good." (Rolling Stone, 2003).



On the greats: "I don't listen to much music. Most of the time I stick with the important artists – Bob Marley, The Doors, The Velvet Underground - and I don't want to waste my time with anything less." (New York, January 2006).



On creative inspiration: "The best artists are the ones that work the hardest, and if you work hard enough, you'll eventually experience the happy accidents that are art. I learned that from my stepfather." (New York, January 2006).



On binge-drinking: "I drank a lot since I was 14. I couldn't really take it any further. I reached that turning point somewhere in the darkness." (MTV, 2003). (ah. ok. got the answer then)



On the music press: "The British press can be so annoying. They jerk you off with one hand and smack you with the other." (MTV, 2003). (the one who jerks him off must be someone that we all know xD)



On being misconstrued: "It's like an inner struggle for me, between saying I don't give a shit and trying to make it work. You want to do the right thing, but I'm sick of people thinking I'm difficult." (New York, January 2006).



On disillusionment: “I feel like I've given up a lot of my fantasies. I just want to do things differently, and to a lot of people that's annoying. I like weird stuff. I always hoped if we had a big success it would be on our own terms…" (VH1, 2006).



On music videos: "The idea of lip-synching to songs on a film just seems retarded to me." (The Times, 2003).



On being selfish: “I feel slightly confused about certain things. Practical and tactical things. When you try to make everyone happy… in the end you've got to make yourself happy." (The Times, 2003).



On fame: "My opinion is that huge iconic success seems to damage people. Some people got damaged by drugs. Some got destroyed by being on top of the world. Like Michael Jackson." (NME, 2008).



On identity: “One way or another people are gonna get to know you. If it's not true it won't last. If it's true that I'm an asshole, what can I do about it? The whole rock star thing is not for me, at all.” (The Independent, November 2005).



On his musical epiphany: "When I was probably 13 or 14, my brother bought me a Velvet Underground CD, and I just loved it." (The Independent, November 2005).



On musical discovery: "My stepdad sent me this tape of 'The Best of The Doors'. That night I stayed in my room and just played it over and over again, every instrument, every word, the way the choruses fit and then - poof! - it was like 'The Matrix'. I knew how music was built." (The Observer, 2001).



On his legacy: "I want to be one of those people, be they writers, poets, musicians, who leaves clues for the next generation. The really good people leave clues that help feed the human race. That's my aspiration." (The Observer, 2001).



On success: "I'm really grateful. But I never had the rock star dream. I thought it would be cool to be a modern-day composer." (The Observer, 2001). (yeah, i think that would be cool too xD)

And all the time I had to think of you

Fuck, fuck, I never meant that to happen, not like that, do you know? Did you know? I was stupid, I was young and stupid and naive, and even though that’s not a good enough excuse for everything that had happened, all I can say, all I can say to make myself bearable, to me, is that I was young, young and naive and perhaps brainless too, but hey, you were always the brainy one, yeah, right from the start? I was only your bloody sidekick, even though I never complaint about that, cause hell, even a sidekick, if it was for you, was beyond anything I should’ve ever hoped for, at that time, and not because I was young and stupid, but because you were unbelievably brilliant and extraordinary and yet you still wanted me, still begged me to stay and be with you.

Don’t look back...don’t, don’t, just don’t.

But time and time again it’s all coming back to me, even after twelve fucking years, even after nights after nights after nights spent trying to keep the monsters inside or else they would swallow me, swallow me whole, those evil bastards formed from the figments of my own fear and unresolved guilt, even after that long awaited ‘I still love you’ from you, which until now I’m still not sure if that was said because what I did wasn’t that bad or simply because you’re still that extraordinary person I used to know, I used to adore so much oh so fucking much.

And all the lies you said huh did you say

And the lies, oh the lies, we were so good at it, weren’t we, lies thrown blatantly at each other’s face, not even trying to disguise them, not even trying to pretend, the constant ‘I love you’s said with hatred in our eyes, I knew you can see it in my fucking eyes, I knew because they were mirroring the one in yours and hell, that hurt, that hurt so damn much but that was how we were meant to do it, hurting each other so one of us finally admit and give up, because, what good can come to us, what good can come to that unraveled relationship where frictions existed all the fucking time?

Don’t look..fuck. Fuck. I’m trying not to, but how is that even possible with you standing right in front of me, after all those years, and I don’t even understand why you keep coming back to me, cause everything has never been right with us, can’t you see that? Can’t you fucking see that? I’ve never had enough of you, of course I’ll never have enough of you, but I’ve had enough of us, and what, memory, what’s a memory but an illusion your own brain created for fuck knows what, memory has nothing to do with our present, and even if it does, even if you chose to believe it does, shouldn’t you be running? Cursing me and maybe beat me up to death then run, run, run far away from me? Cause I didn’t do it for this, I didn’t do it just so you can come back to me and say ‘I still love you’, even though I’ve been longing for that for so long, hey, I got to be the bad guy, I had to hurt you and I did it, in a very stupid way but I did it, and not for this, never for this, never..

Don’t look back into the sun

I never meant that to happen, never meant to do it to you, especially not that way, but I did, for us, for the sake of the laughters we used to share, of the love we used to cherish, of that fragment of my own soul you’ve always kept, I knew that, from the moment we exchanged those stupid little notes during that mind-numbingly boring speech we were told, of everything that we used to refer as ‘us’, of all the dreams we used to build... I did it, even though that tore my heart and soul apart, even though that left a wound that can never heal, I did it, for myself mostly, but also for you, for us, but  not, never for this, cause you know what? We’d be back to square one, where everything falls apart and then one of us has to do it, before this ruins both of us, before this kills both of us, but I would never want to do it again, then it would have to be you, but then I wouldn’t be able to bear it, knowing that you have to go through this, through all this fucking pain, I wouldn’t be able to bear it, then I would have to take it over and do it again, and I’m just not...I’m not..never strong enough to do it for the first time..and twice..is just too much..too fucking much so please, please, I’m begging you, stay away, and don’t, don’t, don’t fucking look back...

From a forwarded email getting into my inbox

Top reasons why ladies today are still SINGLE

1. The nice men are ugly.

2. The handsome men are not nice.

3. The handsome and nice men are gay.

4. The handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married.

5. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men, have no money.

6. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men with money think we are only after their money.

7. The handsome men without money are after our money.

8. The handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don’t think we are beautiful enough.

9. The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and have money, are cowards.

10. The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice and have some money and thank God are heterosexual, are shy and NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!!

11. The men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative.

So. Now think of.. a box. But no, it wouldn’t be an ordinary box, darling. You could call it magical box if you want. I prefer to call it a treasure box.

Like any other cube, though, the box got six sides, yeah, but again, the sides wouldn’t be like any other sides of the cube you’ve ever seen.They wouldn’t be plain, nor they would be painted. They’d be like the television’s screen, with moving pictures and sounds and everything, but instead of some scenarios a screenwriter had written, they would be some certain episodes from my life.

On the first side, you’d see us, almost eight years ago, you handing me your student orientation book (we called them parchment, do you remember that?) and me handing you mine. We shook hands, you with your usual cheery smile and tone, and me with a rather cold one (drowned in the past, being the drama queen that I was). I arched my eyebrows though, when I saw what you had written in my book. Your house, it was only one street away from mine. ‘How come I never saw you before?’ I asked.  ‘Oh I just moved in a year ago, ‘ you said. I gave you a genuine smile, probably the first real one I’ve given anyone in that place that I found so strange.

That, darling, was a beginning of something really, really wonderful.

On the second side, would be you and me in your car, the blue one I always feel so familiar with, up till this very moment. There would be music in the background, changing fastly following the different episodes. One minute it would be All American Rejects while we were frantically doing the last minute revision for the morning quiz. Me with an open notebook on my lap and a plate of your breakfast on one hand, and you driving the car, dividing your attention between the road in front of you and the subjects you tried to explained to me. My mentor, you always were. The best I’ve ever had, if I don’t count my dad.

The other minute, it would be Club 8 while we drove back from uni, none of us speaking cause we were too busy munching our lunch like we haven’t seen food for days. On the last traffic light before our houses, you threw me a conspiratory look. I swallowed the last bite of my lunch and grinned. ‘Movie?’ I asked. ‘Movie.’ You nodded, then turned the car so sharply and we laughed so loud while all the other cars honking their horns in annoyance. We didn’t care, not at all, cause we were young, young and free and had all the time in the world with each other. We had papers to do, but fuck it, fuck them, we’d had the whole night for that and we’d probably  be cranky the next morning from lack of sleep, but we lived at the moment, and spontaneity was always one thing we were both great at.

The next minute it would be Ashlee Simpson as you stopped your car in front of my house, at night, both of us in our pyjamas and jackets, and I can’t remember where we had gone at those kind of times, but that never mattered yeah, we never knew where we were going to go, or what we were going to do next, but that never was a problem. You and I, we could always stay in silence for hours, not doing anything for ages and we’d still find it comfortable. A special thing I probably share with no one else, no one else but you.

 The last minute, would be Silverchair’s My Favourite Thing, while we drove to a basketball match somewhere somenight, both of us crying, silently at first but quickly transformed into devastated sobs and incoherent mumblings as we recalled the memory of someone we so dearly loved, who had passed away just weeks before. You haven’t introduced her to your then boyfriend, and I haven’t told her that I made it, the evaluation thing in uni. She always supported us, and we haven’t had the chance to tell her that we loved her. For that, and for lots of other reasons.

Now that I think of it, we played my songs most of the time. It was either the radio or my casettes on your tape. I don’t know why that was, but I love you for that. And for lots of other reasons, too.

The third side would be me, sitting in my bed, the night before they decided whether I’d pass the uni evaluation. I couldn’t sleep. I was prepared for the worst, but I still felt so scared and vulnerable. My mobile’s screen was blinking. It was a text from you, a simple one, saying, ‘You’re always in my prayers.’ Only then I let myself cry. I was still scared, but I knew I’d be just fine.

I never forget that text. I never will.

The fourth side would be me again, sitting in your dining room. You were back in Jakarta, and I was going to leave for my job internship the next day. I went out to get you a farewell present, because you were going to have your final exam and won’t be back in the town again afterwards. I placed them on the table, arranged them neatly with a card that I made for you the night before, and I looked around. We had so many memories in your house. Revising nights, where we’d stayed up all night, you trying to make me memorize as many theories as I could and solve as many problems before checking all my answers and letting me watch a bit of late MTV. Staying over nights, which happened so often as it only took a few minutes walk from my house to yours, you waking up before dawn to cook me up a proper food for my fasting breakfast, even though you don’t fast.

You know, I remember every single thing you tried to cook for me. One time, you even cooked this special vegetables thingy, just because I don’t like vegetables and you wanted me to eat more vegetables. I never cook you anything, don’t even know how to switch on an oven, but I hope you know that I love you so much.

I cried for a very long time in your dining room that time. I knew I’d miss you so fucking much.

The fifth and the sixth sides would be empty. We don’t meet each other all the time like we did, but we are still young, and we still have so many time to make new memories. New episodes to fill them. I don’t know yet what they would be, but I’m hoping the last one would be of us, sitting next to each other in silence, not just a silence but our silence, you’d be all wrinkly and so would I, with so many years of memories in our past that when we play the ‘I remember’ game, it would take ages and even then, we’d never really finish with that. You’d look at me, and I’d look at you, and it wouldn’t be conspiratory looks that say ‘Movie’ again, it would be ‘thank you’s. And ‘I love you’s.

So. This box, yeah, it wouldn’t be an ordinary box. It would be a very special box I made. And I would put a fancy ribbon around it, because it’s a present for you.

Happy belated birthday, darling.

    * 15 July 2009

NME News

The Strokes' Julian Casablancas to release solo album - exclusive

Singer set to release 'Phrazes For The Young' this autumn

    * Jul 14, 2009
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The Strokes frontman Julian Casablancas is to release a solo album, NME.COM can exclusively reveal.

The singer is currently finishing working on his first full record outside the band ahead, with a release pencilled for the autumn. A trailer for the album can be watched below.

The record, called 'Phrazes For The Young' was recorded in Los Angeles, Nebraska and Casablancas' home city, New York.

The album was produced by Jason Lader, with additional production from Bright Eyes' Mike Mogis.

Tracks slated for 'Phrazes For The Young', include 'River Of Brake Lights', 'Glass', and 'Ludlow St'.

Casablancas - who issued the illustration pictured - is set to play a "specials series" of US dates, ahead of a solo tour later in 2009.

For more information head to Juliancasablancas.com.

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JULES. ON HIS OWN. 0______________________________0

FUCK.

Oh a preview vid. With a glimpse of superfuckingfitandcoolJules :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXpXpYLoCek&feature=player_embedded

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The Doctor And The Pencil to make live debut next month

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The Mighty Boosh's Noel Fielding and Dave Brown are set to unveil their newest music project in London next month.

The pair will perform as The Doctor And The Pencil at the Macmillan's Brick Lane Takeover on August 13.

The pair are being coy about their project – believed to be a DJ set-up – but have spoken about it for the first time in this week's issue of NME, which is out now.

For more on the Macmillan's Brick Lane Takeover, which aims to raise £30,000 for the charity, head to Bricklanetakeover.com now.

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Huh. The doctor and the pencil sounds...GENIUS. WANT.

So. These thirteen words have been haunting me for days and I have no slightest idea of what they want, but I don't fancy being haunted either, so what the hell, I'm putting them onto a real form. Maybe I'll do something about it someday, if more words come, but as for the moment, I'll just leave them like that.

And nicked your name again, Cruxee, sorry, but it has been my favourite even before I knew you xP and nicked the other name too, what can I say, I'm a shameless bastard.


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“You’ll never get to live if you’re too afraid to die, you know.”

Waktu itu mereka berdiri di pinggiran atap apartemen Cyril. Matahari hampir terbenam, dan langit menampilkan karya terbaiknya dalam guratan-guratan ungu terang di atas latar belakang lembayung. Karin menyandarkan kedua sikunya pada pagar pengaman, memperhatikan Cyril yang melompat-lompat kecil di balik pagar tersebut.

Cyril, Cyril...

Cyril tersenyum padanya waktu itu, mengulurkan tangannya dan mengangkat sebelah alisnya, dalam diam mengajak sekaligus menantang Karin untuk melompati pagar pengaman itu dan berdiri di pinggiran atap bersamanya. Karin menggeleng, membuat Cyril terkekeh mengejek dan berkata pelan, sangat pelan, entah sengaja atau tidak, membuat kata-katanya terpatri dalam benak Karin dalam-dalam.

Terlalu dalam.

“Takut?”

“Pagar ini dipasang ada maksudnya, Ril.”

Cyril tertawa lagi. Suaranya terdengar geli ketika ia menjawab, “You’ll never get to live if you’re too afraid to die, you know.”

Karin berkedip. Cyril masih menyunggingkan senyumnya, dan Karin tahu, detik itu akan tersimpan dalam ingatannya selamanya.

Cyril, begitu hidup.

Cyril, begitu bebas. Begitu menyilaukan, bahkan dengan matahari yang terbenam megah di belakangnya.


Cyril, Cyril...

Dan sekarang, dia mati. Mati. Mati. Mati. Mati. Karin tak bisa berhenti, tak mau berhenti mengulangi kata itu dalam benaknya, terus, terus, sampai pikirannya kebas dan kata mati tak punya arti lagi. Hanya kumpulan empat huruf acak yang tak lagi bisa membuatnya meneteskan air mata. 

M-A-T-I. Mati. Mati. Mati. Mati. Mati. Mati...

Dan di dalam dirinya, sesuatu ikut mati bersama Cyril...

Went to a wedding of yet another childhood friend of mine today. Mum took some neighbours with us so the car was a bit too packed up, I didn’t mind that actually, but gosh, how I hate small talks. Especially with people who clearly don’t give the slightest shit of what I’ve got to say in order to be polite. To be polite to them, for God’s sake.

I found it funny that years ago, I used to look up at them as my friends’ mum, people whom I have full and undoubtful respects for, but now, I found them rather... dull. And annoying.

‘Oh look how grown up you are, sweetie, I can’t believe I witnessed you being a baby, then a toddler, then a teenager, then..’ Fuck’s sake, what was that, a lecture in human stages of life?? And I hate them calling me ‘sweetie’ or ‘doll’ or ‘love’. You don’t bloody love me, women!

I seriously have no idea why this had bothered me so much. Mum knew I was annoyed, I can see the worry in her eyes when she occasionally threw me a look that say ‘oh don’t you fucking dare’ every time my mouth opened ready to burst out some sarcasms. I threw the look back. ‘Oh come on, mum, it’s not like they’d understand it, they don’t even hear most of the things I’ve said!’

But I love me mum, and definitely have full and undoubtful respect for her, so I shoved my mobile’s earphones down my ears and listened to ‘Horrorshow’ in maximum volume instead.

*sigh* The soundtrack of my life.

Oh, but bloody earphone wouldn’t stop them, would it?

‘You look so lovely today, doll, I can still remember you wearing nappies –oh, you crossed the line there, woman- and how quickly years had passed! Although of course, it’s in your blood, saw your grandma this morning, my, how she still looks exquisitely beautiful  –and another line there, oh come on, that’s just pure bullshit, with all due respect to my dear dear grandmother, she’s not exquisitely beautiful, she’s old! -  and so young, unbelievably young  –you blind? Didn’t you see the wrinkles? the super thick glasses?- I envy her, but you know, I’m just going to ask what her secret is....’

Frantically pressed the turn up volume button by that point and was actually shocked to learn that even Horrorshow in maximum volume couldn’t block the chirping voice.

‘...your mum such a wonderful, wonderful blessing too, my car acted out today and I don’t know how I’d get to the party if it wasn’t for her kindness –you’d go with another neighbour and tell them the exact same thing you’re telling me now, what, have you been practising the line for hours in front of the mirror this morning?- really, an angel, she is, always nice and sweet, sent us some of the cakes she baked the other day, I’m telling you, such sweetness is a real gem these days –I’ve been following I’ve been following your mind’s instruction on how to slowly sharply screw myself to death- I’m sure you’ll grow up to be one fine young lady, just like her –i’ts a horrorshow come on round, horrorshow, the horse is brown- oh but look, we’re here –we are?oh thank God-  my, how a long journey seems so short when we have such a lovely conversation doesn’t it darling?’

YOU THINK???!!

*calm self down*

Was I exaggerating, like my mum had said afterwards, chuckling helplessly as I did an uncanny impression of some of them? Or was I just being cranky cause I only had three hours of sleep last night –credits to Skins- and was really sleepy the whole time?

‘You survived, though. That’s the point, yeah?’ said Mum.

True. I did, yeah.


That was a close one, though.

What a shitty day. Have been so lousy, don't talk much, don't do much. Am at a fairly low point of my laziness. A new..vibe. Though I wouldn't call it vibe, no.  *shakes head*

Been watching Skins since last night, and it's genius, really. Aside from the fact that it's about British teen's culture and life (and oh yeah, the bands), I personally found the series just..stands out. Especially when was being compared with American ones, like...umm, Gossip Girl (gah, that series annoys me). See, Skins got as much dramas as GG does, but the way they portray them is just extraordinary. Honest. Blatant. Cool as fuck. And funny too.

' Do something called Google. I don't know what that is, but it sounds filthy.' =))

Oh, and Mad Twatter. That's modern Lewis Carroll for you. Oh and this;

Maxxie: ...because of me being...
Tony: Blonde?
Maxxie: No.
Tony: Short?
Maxxie: No! Gay!
Tony: Well I can give you head. That will cheer you up.

Ahahahahahhahahaha who am I not to love that??!
Tone is bloody pretty and annoying like hell. Anwar is brilliantly crappy and funny. So far my favourite is Cassie, the mad anorexic lass and that bloke who fancies his psychology teacher, whose name I can't recall at this very moment (OH IT'S CHRIS!) And Maxxie, of course xP.

Anyway. That's it for the post really. Told ya am lousy today. Like, seriously.

*off to watch Skins again*

you smell the same/ you sound the same/ you always steal my line/ you always say the same line/ bastard/ fucker

i missed him. i smiled as i watched him lighting his fag, then scruffing his hair like he was the center of the world's attention. he always does that. innocently, but he does.

spill it/ after you

he sounded bitter about them. i, too, must have sounded the same. the pizza place was rather packed up, and the waiter had been glaring at my mineral water and his coke but of course, we ignored him. he could glare as much as he wanted.

so to summarize, how's life?/ great, but that was a bit lame, the question/ how's head?/ oh i still have mine?

i adored him like that. he raised his eyebrows from across the table and showed his wrist. i didn't ask question. i didn't. because

you and i, darling, we were the same. we had clearly been unhappy for some reasons not everyone can understand/ look at this. look at this/ i remember. i understand/ i knew you would

sometimes i wish we could spend more time together. we gave up on each other though, quite some time ago, and i don't know why it doesn't hurt me as much as it's supposed to be. maybe cause he always stays. too vague to be felt all the time, but there nonetheless.

i'm a background/ i'm a white noise

we didn't talk much. because when we did, we sounded senseless. we might not be that close, actually. we just happened to be at the same place, and at the same time.

the right place and time.

why are we friends again?/ i found your hiding place/ you didn't. you stumbled on me hiding when you were going to hide, too

i never knew why he was telling me all that. i never knew why i was telling him all that. he said he doesn't believe in fate, but the conspiration felt all too obvious to me. but nevermind that. i'm just glad he told me that black room of his dream. they didn't care. of course they didn't. it was just a color to them.

i don't have any visible scar/ you're healed/ you will be, too/ maybe/  will be

his phone rang. mine was dead a lot earlier. he spoke to whoever it was who called, before hung up and shrugged. i knew what that means. the waiter could finally stop glaring. world was waiting.

are you hurt?/ not like i was. are you?/ it doesn't hurt anymore

i smiled. he touched the tip of his hat, that dramatic sod. the world went back buzzing around us. we bid our goodbyes, hugged, and left. it might be another three years before we talk properly again. maybe longer.

who knows?

i didn't turn around. i didn't need to see if he did.

...restore my faith in friendship.

Everyone (you're absofuckinglutely an exception, moonlight), who might stumble upon this, please don’t overreact. Or rather, don’t react at all. This is just me, contemplating my bloody views over some certain issues.

So it’s not you, it’s me.






Oh, the irony.

' Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, small minds discuss people.'

- Eleanor Roosevelt


Huh.
Well Mrs. Roosevelt, may we, the greatest minds in the century, present you :
'THE LIST OF THINGS WE SAID WE'D DO TOMORROW.'


What a nice lady, don't you think, Cruxee?
=)) =)) =))

' A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.'

- Steve Martin



Am loving this Steve Martin guy! =)) =)) =))

I love

sitting on the dining room, listening to my mother, my aunts, and my grandmother bickering about nonsense in Javanese.

They never failed to amuse me.

Especially Grandma.

‘You know the lady next door who couldn’t walk? Well she can walk again now, thanks to her daughter who patiently massaged her legs everyday with Peterpan.’
‘Counterpain.’
‘Although she has moved now, to her younger sister's place. Not too far from her previous home actually, her sister lives in Jl. Gerendeng’
‘Harendong.’
‘What, as in, harendong ikan? ’
‘It’s serundeng ikan.’


 *collapsed from chair and rolled off laughing on the floor*

 Oh dear Lord.

You and me
Meant to be
Immutable
Impossible
It's destiny
Pure lunacy
Incalculable
Insufferable
But for the last time
You're everything that I want and ask for
You're all that I'd dreamed
Who wouldn't be the one you love
Who wouldn't stand inside your love
Protected and the lover of
A pure soul and beautiful you
Don't understand
Don't feel me now
I will breathe
For the both of us
Travel the world
Traverse the skies
Your home is here
Within my heart
And for the first time
I feel as though I am reborn
In my mind
Recast as child and mystic sage
Who wouldn't be the one you love
Who wouldn't stand inside your love
And for the first time
I'm telling you how much I need and bleed for
Your every move and waking sound
In my time
I'll wrap my wire around your heart and your mind
You're mine forever now
Who wouldn't be the one you love and live for
Who wouldn't stand inside your love and die for
Who wouldn't be the one you love

- The Smashing Pumpkins, Stand Inside Your Love

I lied. No memories whatsoever kept inside this song. I just loved it. Still do, apparently. And the lyric is.. fuck oh so grand.

*sigh*