"So if you have to pick, would you rather have me obsessed or not give a fuck anymore?" She impatiently asks.
"Just be obsessed," he answered plainly.
"Why?" She asks, her eyes softening.
“‘Cause at least it hurts less.”
Dear Lang Leav,
Your writings in “Lullabies” are truly well and beyond the seventh sky. They are nothing short of wonderful, whimsical, and most importantly - they are very much alive.
The main thing that caught me by surprise is how your writing is able to evoke this feeling that I thought I have buried long ago and therefore are long forgotten. How it could do so is beyond me.
For that I salute you. Your writings capture my heart in so many different ways I do not know whether to rejoice and celebrate or scream in agony and woe.
But then, that’s the thing, I reckon - That’s what Love is, all the different facets of Love;
and that’s what Love does, the different paradoxes of Love.
And Lang, that is exactly what your writings really are - They are simply Love on paper.Much love from your biggest fan, Call me Alexandra.
What made my Sunday -
Tucked in, sleeping in, leaving all the worries of the world, and finally dedicating a quality time for myself on this casual Sunday with Lang Leav’s beautiful new release “Lullabies” finally on my lap.
This is too perfect, beyond perfect.
It’s hard to believe that sometimes the sweetest and the saddest thing are so close to one another; It’s as though the sweet is inseparable from the sad.
"I just want to fulfill your dreams," he said to me.
"… I have no more dreams of my own."
In that instant, I became his dream - his only dream.
It’s funny to think how something so sweet… can be so sad.
How I feel so happy… while my heart shatters at the same time.
How can feelings of opposite ends coincide at the same time, falling into one muddled yet beautiful piece of enigma.
It went live, it went real. An hour before showtime.
"Panggung Merdeka", Athenaeum Theatre, Melbourne - To commemorate 17th of August, Indonesian Independence Day, Indonesian students in Melbourne presented a theatre piece that was based on the life of Soe Hok Gie, an Indonesian activist and idealist.
The stage was alive.
The nerves started to kick.
Oh, the feeling that I’ve been solely, solely missing.
"No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves."
—from Birthday Stories by Haruki Murakami
There are people that has their whole life already cut out for them. They don’t even have to lift one finger, yet all will still fall into place.
Sometimes, I envy those people.
Let’s call a spade a spade, early adulthood is not the most breezy of all times. The world of the unknowns always shroud you, as well as the clouds of gray and confusion.
You always find yourself at crossroads after crossroads without knowing what step leads where.
It’s like living life with a blindfold.
And it’s scary.
What do we do?