I have restored happiness into a young heart, at the ironic karmic cost of my own. Coincidence. The movement.

The truth never hurts. One’s inability to handle it does.

It confirmed what a fool I was. I budged before but no more. I shall release the belt, and let fly!

Again, I am a pharmacist, dispensing drugs I shall never use.

Sometimes, the worse medicine can come in a prepackaged tablet. What more than a recycled line of advice? Some sentences just do not console; they irritate.

Anyway, more wordy goodness can come from a linkable lady, Scherzquin.

My sister borrowed her friend’s Ada Apa Dengan Cinta? VCD. Yeah, the famed teenage love movie from Indonesia. Of course, me being the never-got-a-credit-for-SPM-Malay, could not understand what they were talking about in their thick Indonesian accents, and it didn’t help that this was so original it did not have subtitles.

The gist of the story that I got was that Cinta liked Rangga’s poetry or something. However, she has a boyfriend, who we named ‘Angelo’ because he looked like our cousin of the same name. 😛

Rangga mopes around, talks to her, and gets beaten up. She comes over to his house for lunch and suddenly molotov cocktails get thrown in. I didn’t get that part… Angelo’s revenge perhaps?

Then, Rangga leaves for someplace so far he has to take a plane. Somehow it reminded me of one Gilmore Girls episode where the antihero Jess sulks on a bus, with Rory being oblivious to the fact that he’s leaving town.

At the starting of the movie I could not tell her girl clique apart. In different scenes I’d have to ask my sister which one that one was. The crying one? The one with glasses?

Oh yes, in late response to Lionel‘s claim, I’m not exactly a Rangga as he’d say when we met.