film review – the mummy;

[ WARNING: this post may contain spoilers of The Mummy (2017) ]

If there’s one thing I’m really fond of about watching a film, it would be the cultural elements inside of it. No, I’m not talking about race or religion, but the stories―both the old factual tales and the fabrication of the real thing. I have always been interested in other culture (which now, makes me question why am I even studying Communications instead of Culture Studies and Anthropology). From how the social behaviour, clothes, moral values, but mostly, it directs back to their history.

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film review – king arthur: legend of the sword;

(5/12) As a person who enjoys a quality me-time, I sometimes pop into the nearest theatre and purchase one ticket for a choice of film, buy a slice of pizza bread accompanied with a glass of lemon tea, and walk through the studio door while ignoring the judging eyes from some people who clearly doesn’t know what it’s like to become completely absorbed in a whole other universe.

Just this Friday, I did all of those things–I chose King Arthur: Legend of the Sword because I read a bunch of names I recognised and absolutely admired. (I mean, hello, there’s Charlie Hunnam, Jude Law, Astrid Berges-Frisbey, Eric Bana, Katie McGrath, Freddie Fox. Couldn’t ask for more.) Then, there’s a cameo from England’s sweetest football player too, so I figured, why not?

Let’s get down to business!

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introversion;

There are several things I genuinely love about being an introvert: 1) I know how to handle myself both in your best or worst days without bugging other people; 2) I frequently find things I didn’t know I have with, in, or near me; 3) I felt loved and pampered by myself, which again, makes me love myself even more. Those happened within the last two weeks.

Eventually, after countless of heartbreaks, disappointments, unmet expectations, and yet another cyclothymia episodes, I gave up and locked myself in my room for days—only coming out for necessities and appointments with some inner social circle. And what am I doing inside? I am proud to say this: a lot.

I had finished almost all of my assignments, watched some films, called my best friend who is on the other side of the Java island, listened and jammed to all kinds of songs with James (my guitar), written new poems, which all led me to this post.

First, the binge-watch part. I decided to catch up on some series, including the latest show from Netflix, 13 Reasons Why. Frankly, 13 Reasons Why was not as spectacular as I expected. As someone who has pretty hardcore moodswings, even in my depressive episode, I don’t do the things Hannah does. I don’t put prejudice and throw blame to other people because that’s just not how depression works, at least on me. And come on, Hannah, don’t you think you’re stressing Clay much? Making him anxious for a number of episodes just to tell him he doesn’t deserve to be on the tapes? Drama queen. Although the depiction of society’s reaction towards rape or sexual harassment is way too accurate.

Later, I watched three whole seasons of a Norwegian TV Series, Skam, and got hooked on Noora. She has a lot in common with me—an only child who now has to take care of herself, an aspiring journalist, and a feminist. She taught me that being in a relationship doesn’t make me less of a female being, and that I should be okay and secure in my own skin. All of my quirks and interests shouldn’t limit me of being in love with someone.

Next one: Christian Ditter’s How to Be Single. I can relate to Alice on so many levels. The hopeless romantic, ‘I-can’t-stand-being-single’ attitude, it hit me so many times while I was watching the whole thing. By the end, I learnt that being alone is okay. It’s an opportunity to discover things about yourself and doing what you want and/or need to do. Getting into a relationship is a choice, and ideally should be done when you are happy instead of perceiving a relationship as a way to be happy.

Second part: calling my best friend. She’s attending the Visual Communication Design program in a uni in Surabaya, and we’ve known each other since we were in kindergarten which means… a dozen of years, more or less. The call lasted almost 5 hours. Yep. Five. Two films would probably sufficed if they were squeezed into the span of the call. The call replenishes me, really. I missed her and my hometown, and hearing from her makes me feel way better.

Third, music. James had been a real help. I literally brought him all the way here because I couldn’t stand the idea of not having any musical instruments with me. Hence, after breaking the strings post-flight, no nights here have been wasted without me touching my guitar. Whenever I pick him up and sing tunes like Katelyn Tarver’s, or Taylor Swift’s nonmainstream ones, Tanner Patrick’s covers, etc. my heart felt at ease.

Not only that, though. I listened to Justin Bieber and Halsey’s The Feeling and realised maybe I have been falling in love with the idea of being in love, not the person itself. Katelyn Tarver’s Love Me Again reminded me to find someone who can be there even in my darkest days. Troye Sivan’s Heaven reminded me to be okay for having completely different principles and wants. The list goes on, I can’t remember what songs gave me some enlightenment.

Lastly, poems. Maybe I’ll post them later, when I got the time (and hopefully, I won’t forget to post them).

So… to end this post, I hope I can find more about myself. And to you, who unbelievably reads this post til the end, I just want to say: be your own reason to be happy. No one will take that happiness from you because… well, it’s you. Cheers!

 

 

an impromptu business;

   [ 10 April 2017 ]

This is a last minute birthday present for my aunt.
I just remembered her birthday before going to the evening Palm Sunday Holy Mass. She asked me when my Monday class will end, and if I will be able to make it to her house before 6 PM. She has been a real help for me in this city, so I returned the favour by saying I could drop by before dinner to celebrate her birthday.
Long story short, everything I do here, is completely spontaneous.
I stopped by at a mall to buy a nice frame and coloured paper then continued to make the card in the frame until midnight by hand. The next morning, I rolled the rose petals and set the frame as depicted in the picture while selling food for a campus event fundraising and finishing another assignment at the same time.
So yeah, the result is satisfying enough for a last minute gift.
{{ FAQ: 71st birthday? Are you sure it’s not your grandmother?

{{ A: You didn’t read it wrong—she’s my mum’s older cousin.

a very late season greetings!

Merry Christmas 2016 and Happy New Year 2017 to everyone! I pray that ’17 will be your year❤️

I haven’t posted anything since… well, my latest post. So I decided to contribute my very first post in this year to my…

*drum rolls*

My short stories compilations!
This is one of the greatest achievement in my life (yeah no shite because I am a lazy-beyond-belief potato) woohoooo! And guess what, college actually made me do this HAHAHA. Maybe, after the final examinations, I will review and edit the stories mercilessly and send it to a publisher or something.

Anyways, why The Theory Of Winter? Because the shorts here are set in winter. I have never actually felt the real winter—only heard, saw, and listened to the depiction of winter in songs, films, books, etc. Theoritically. Hence the title.

The characters are fictional, yet so precious to me. Some are not my creation, really, they are my best-friends’ hehe❤️ But again, I kind of ‘treat’ them like my own children and I love them so much, so much that I want them to be a part of this book.

There are five stories and all of them are love-oriented (lol I’m sorry I’m such a melancholic). Probably going to post all of them in this blog… Just wait!;)

Last but not least, I hope I can muster up more courage so this book will appear soon in your nearest bookstore. Hehe.

Cheerio!

c.l.

 

the dilemma of a chef in a boarding house

No-bake Tiramisu in a jar;

Finally, I get to actually make this on December 2, after struggling with assignments, a lot of responsibilities, and a bit of procrastination. Surprisingly, tiramisu was extremely easy to make even if you’re in a boarding house lacking of few vital utensils—well, a little hard work in one step, but still!

This is a subbed-on-a-few-elements classic version: ladyfingers soaked with strong black coffee; a layer of mixture of mascarpone, whipped cream, rum, and sugar; and a dust of chocolate drink powder.

(Yes, you did not read all of those ingredients wrong.)

Put then in a nutella jar—voila! You have an Italian dessert in your possession. Might not be as good and scrumptious as the original version or the ones in the bakery near your house, but it’s enough to satisfy your craving.

P.S. I did not use any mixer here. I whipped everything manually because there was not any supporting utensils in my boarding house.