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"Reading alters the appearance of a book. once it has been read, it never looks the same again, and people leave their individual imprint on a book they have read. once of the pleasures of reading is seeing this alteration on the pages, and the way, by reading it, you have made the book yours." - Paul Theroux

Eversince my last encounter with the beautifully hilarious words of Paul Murray in 'Skippy Dies', I haven't had the chance to experience the same pleasuring euphoria feeling I got when I was reading the book.
'The Girl With a Pearl Earring' by Tracy Chavelier was a bit more than alright since it makes me want to hop into a plane to Amsterdam and get into the Rijsk museum once again just so I could observe the Vermeer paintings much more closer this time. 'Unbearable Lightness' by Portia de Rossi was very heart-breaking and healing at the same time. And 'The Secret Annexe' by Anne Frank - which, for me, is more like a spin-off version of 'The Diary of A Young Girl' - was okay.
But none was amazing, alright. So a couple of days ago I decided to order some books that I've been dying to get my hands on for the past months. And now I've been counting days before the package will finally arrive and I could finally feed the literature-hungry monster that had been going rampant inside of me for these past few weeks 

Febie's Personal Bookclub List for Fall/Winter:

• The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
• Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen
• The Perks of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
• The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides
• It's Kind of A Funny Story by Ned Vizzini

Those and a monthly dose of Nylon and (hopefully) i-D, since I can't find any single store in Medan which actually sell the magazine.

Oh, and meanwhile, I have to live with only suxx TV and old DVDs while trying to survive the weekend. Have a great one, y'all!

Merde Happens

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You know that feeling when you're reading a book. When you scoured through pages and pages, and you can't help but to gradually fall in love with this particular character, and at a particular point, when you feel like you've known that character forever and you had went through a lot of things together with him and you just want to hold him close to you so that he will never ever leave you,

the author decided to kill him.

That kills me. Really.

And it kills me even more when the author decided to torture you by writing even more chapters after the character's death, and you have to sit through it as you scanned through meaningless words, the absence of your favorite character is so vivid it hurts you even more, but you don't want to stop reading, because your human nature tells you to be curious, to try to find out what happen next, what happen after the death, and that's what you do. To read it until the end.

And there was never a time, when you regret that decision that you have made. To trust the author to go on with the story, because you know that he will lead you to a destination that you don't even know of, but you know that you will arrive, sooner or later, and you'll be either sad or happy, but you'll be satisfied anyway.

The week is finally over and I'm making sure that the next 48 hours of my life would not include homeworks, teachers, assignments, or trips to electronic stores in it, and instead I'll be spending my time by devouring every book that I can get my hands on while listening to meaningless French music all day long.

Kill me. My heart still belongs to Paris.

And he was a sweet friend.

"Gradually the awful truth dawns on you: that Santa Claus was just the tip of the iceberg – that your future will not be the rollercoaster ride you’d imagined, that the world occupied by your parents, the world of washing the dishes, going to the dentist, weekend trips to the DIY superstore to buy floor-tiles, is actually largely what people mean when they speak of ‘life’. Now, with every day that passes, another door seems to close, the one marked PROFESSIONAL STUNTMAN, or FIGHT EVIL ROBOT, until as the weeks go by and the doors – GET BITTEN BY SNAKE, SAVE WORLD FROM ASTEROID, DISMANTLE BOMB WITH SECONDS TO SPARE – keep closing, you begin to hear the sound as a good thing, and start closing some yourself, even ones that didn’t necessarily need to be closed." - Skippy Dies (Paul Murray)

 Currently reading. It's really good.

SuperWarhol

Caught a fever and still suffering from my jet lag, so I decided to stay in bed today and read the SuperWarhol book that I bought in Paris a few weeks ago.

It was very thick and incredibly heavy, but it was sold in a very reasonable price and it was worth it anyway.

One of Warhol's quotes in the book.

The thing about Warhol is that his artworks are very bold and bright and controversial and vivid and it could be both categorized as commercial and non-commercial art. I love the fact that he designed ads but also did his own independent works.

I don't know why, but I'm more interested in seeing Warhol working (especially when he's shooting) rather than by just looking at his works. It's not like I didn't like his artworks - I love them! - it's just that most artists are either quite or very private but Warhol was loud when it comes to his ideas and opinions. I can say that I do not agree in all of his ideals, but I highly appreciate his confidence.

The first ever Warhol's work that I ever encountered wasn't the Campbells Soup ad, surprisingly. It was The Velvet Underground's album cover. And it was amazing.

"Robert Mapplethorpe", one of my personal favorites.

As you can see, I'm a sucker when it comes to black and white photos.



This has been a long post.

Good night, x

It All Ends

 "Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light."
-Albus Dumbledore

 

I can't believe that the magical world that I have believe in since I was a kid has to end right here.

I was obsessed with the Harry Potter series eversince I first watched the first movie.

With all the wands and the charms and the pretty robes with cool dorms and also wacky shops with wizards flying back and forth, it's kinda hard not to be charmed with the wonders of it from the first sight.

So, of course, as a dedicated fan, this final movie is a matter of life and death for moi.

Aaaand I was unfortunate enough to be in German due to summer vacay when the movie premiered and I was already halfway to the cinema when I finally found out that the movie is dubbed in German so I won't be able to understand a single thing.

Then we went to Amsterdam only to found out that I would be dragged into tons of museums and there's no time for movies and the next thing I know we'll be on our plane back to Indonesia.

GAAAAHHH!

So let's just hope that they will show the movie in Medan when I come back or else my entire life would be ruined.

blargh.