I realize that most people don’t want to be anybody else. They just want to be a happier version of themselves.

to those awarded

BEST CONCERT PERFORMANCE
Suede
Sondre Lerche
Blood Red Shoes 

WORST CONCERT PERFORMANCE
The Radio Dept.

BEST NEW HANG-OUT SPOT
Motzen Steak and Ale

BEST HIDE-OUT
Warung Etnik Ciumbuleuit

BEST DOWNLOADS

 

BEST SONGS
ARMS’ “Heat and Hot Water“
Chapel Club’s “The Shore“
Death Cab For Cutie’s “Monday Morning“

BEST RIDE
Bali – Gili, by local ferry

BEST ARTIST
Agnes Cecile

BEST BOOK
Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut

BEST MOVIES

BEST BARGAIN ITEM
Free Death Cab For Cutie’s Codes and Keys
courtesy and generosity of my best friend 

 

 

The way I see it,

This is the age where everybody’s weighing their idealism, trying to figure out how much money it’s worth.

There’s no right and wrong anymore.
Only numbers.

You can actually pay someone to give up what they believe in.

I am an idealist.
I believe that we still have hope, that things can change for the better. I believe that we can rise, that someday our citizens will live prosperously, that our government will protect us selflessly out of sheer love for the people. I believe that someday our treasure will be ours again, like the old days when our majestic kingdoms stretched across Asia.

I know I’m still young; I don’t know anything about the real world, or how much effort it takes to make a living. I haven’t had my share of fights.

But as long as it is possible,
I am an idealist. And I can only hope that my idealism cannot be bought off.