The Post-Reichenbach Blues

So, I just watched The Reichenbach Fall last night, twice. Sounds crazy, but I couldn't sleep last night.
I watched it twice, and now I can't watch it anymore without crying. I was screaming, crying, and grossly sobbing until 3 am. Sorry of being too sentimental, but it is the cruelest episode of Sherlock ever. ;((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

It was cruel from the beginning.
At the very first minutes, we forced to face that Sherlock is dead. John's expression when he told his therapist that his bestfriend died was... precious. I could feel the lost at him (brilliant acting skills, Martin has). Then chains of cases that Sherlock solved which attracts more media to have him on the papers. He became a famous celebrity but he totally didn't amuse with it. Many people told him not to show off, not to be clever, in fact they ordered him not to be himself... which is very heartbreaking.


And then came Moriarty, scary as hell. He made everyone doubt about Sherlock. John is the only one who still believe him (Mycroft didn't count for he's so ignorant). And he played Richard Brook, for God's sake!!! 
Okay, I can't tell it in orders. I'm in shock. The point is, TRF is so damn good, I could feel the rage, the emptiness, the.. everything.


And the rooftop scene was THE MOST TORN-HEART-APART SCENE.
The phone call...
"I'm fake."
"I invented Moriarty."
"...but the very first time we met, very first time."
"No one could be that clever."
"You could."


"Goodbye, John." And he fell.


John's dialogue to Sherlock's grave was... oh my God:
"Umm.. you, you ever told me once that you weren't a hero. There were times I didn't even think you're human. But let me tell you this, you're the best man, the most human being I've ever known and no-one will ever convince me that you told me a lie. I was so alone, and I owe you so much. But please, one more thing, one more miracle, for me, Sherlock. Don't. Be. Dead. Stop it, stop this!--(cries)"


While John was speaking to his grave, Sherlock's observing from a distance. Well and alive.
I.. I just... .No, I just.. can't.


Okay, now I'm crying, actually crying.
This is how Sherlock with its only 6 episodes can make its fans become emotionally invested with it.
Sorry, since I'm obsessed with it, I found TRF is very heartbreaking. And I'm not alone, I looked the fandom and I can say they were far more sentimental.
There are lots of speculations of how Sherlock survived. It comforts me, really. Ridiculous, I know.


I'll show you some funny posts made by fandom, later.

Cheers!

A Dream Story

Mel gave us a homework last Tuesday. The homework is to make a story, true story that happened in our life. She told us to be careful with tenses. So, it’s nearly 1 am and I have been studying tenses since 11 pm, in order to recall my memory about tenses. Mel also told us to rehearse it because we will tell our story in front of the others and no reading allowed. I haven’t wrote a word cause I didn’t find which experience worth to tell (what a dull live I must had, haha). But then I decided to tell this:

I always love to write. I’ve been falling in love with writing since I was in junior high. It was my sister who made a short story about a lioness and its child which then imitated by me. Later, I wrote some short stories, from the story of a magic key, fairy land, an adventure of 4 kids, and a mysterious town.

When I was in high school, as a normal teenager, I fell in love with my classmate. One day, I dreamt about him. We were together in that dream and he offered me a raisin cookie which I hate. The dream was quite realistic, realistic enough to inspired me to write a short story. The story is titled ‘If I Have a Boyfriend’. One of the sentence was, “If I have a boyfriend, he will offer me a raisin cookie, but then I’ll say I don’t like raisin.”. It was very a teenager thing, wasn’t it?

Felt a bit proud of my work, I sent it to GADIS magazine. And you know what? About a couple of months later, it was published. I felt so surprised and delighted. It was my very first time for my work published in a media. Moreover, the inspiration came from a silly dream of a sentimental, falling-in-love teenager. I didn’t hope too much for the publication, but it turned out to be real. I will never forget this experience. The published short story also now framed in my room.

Ok, now’s time to rehearse.  Forgive me if the tenses got wrong, it’s a process of studying, anyway. :)

Cheers!

BC Looks Like Painting

Hello, greetings from Indonesia. 
It's 20.42 here and something popped into my head a couple minutes ago.


I want to share my drawing of Benedict Cumberbatch. Well yeah I know it looks terrible, haha but I made it with love. Feel free to comment ;)


This is the original photo:

And this is my drawing:

Hahaha, his eyes become bigger in my drawing. Sorry guys, I'm an amateur in drawing, I don't understand scales nor coloring techniques. Just for fun, anyway.

Cheers!

Sherlock Madness

I’m so obsessed with Sherlock.

Oh, if anybody have no idea what Sherlock is, here’s the Wikipedia link for general information. I just can tell you that is a sleuth-drama series produced by BBC. Yes, it is about Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective character created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Just like the one you watch in cinema lately. Sherlock is a modern interpretation of the canon, old-fashioned Sherlock Holmes. It is AWESOME and BRILLIANT. I love every aspects, cast, crew, every details in it. Oh God.

I even join the fandom, which is ridiculously insane. Everyone’s analyzing a dialogue, scene, properties, anything. Gotta love Claire for her Tumblr account (Crumpets, I've been Cumberbatched), specially made for share her madness of Benedict Cumberbatch (oh, I envy her so much for she had many chances to meet and see Benedict). Sherlock makes me want to go to London even more!

Sadly, it is only 3 episodes every season. And there’s only 2 seasons (I think I have mentioned it earlier). I don’t know why Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat (the writer and producer) torture me and all Sherlockians out there that mean. Season 1 is aired in BBC 1 in 2010. I found out Sherlock in August 2011, when I was watching TV, shifting channels and stop in AXN Beyond with no purpose, I see the scene which the first time Sherlock meets John (A Study in Pink). At first I was like, “oh, I never see it before, what’s this?”. And then Benedict Sherlock said with his British accent in deep sexy voice, introduced himself to John, “the name’s Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221 B Baker Street--*wink*--afternoon!” he dashed out with his long coat.

And then I was, MY GOD. MY DEAR GOD, WHAT KIND OF SORCERY IS THAT? 

I was drooling like an idiot, everytime I watch it in AXN. 

Then I’m officially crazy for it, especially for *cough* Benedict *cough*. The bad side is I was getting into Sherlock a lot while August-September is when I should be totally focus to do my thesis. Therefore, I couldn’t think why this bloody yeast didn’t grow or why this tauco is much saltier than the other. There’s a imaginary stage, in my mind, which play Sherlock’s scene over and over again. Damn you, Sherlock! :D

But I don’t regret anything. No. I don’t know whether it’s a blessing or a disaster to obsessed with Sherlock. I just thank God for it. That’s what human do, anyway, right? I thank my dad too to subscribe the Indovision channels so I can watch AXN Beyond. Thank you Gema and Yogas for “the access” to every episode of Sherlock. And thank you Benedict for being lovely, I mean, for playing Sherlock beautifully. :D

I love how Sherlock and my conversation class enrich me with new vocabularies. Wicked! ;)

So, here's a little Sherlock's delight for you:

Oh and tomorrow the final episode of season 2 (dammit!) will be aired in BBC 1. The Reichenbach Fall, actually I'm not ready for it in any form. *sobbing*

Cheers!

How I Spent the Very First Day of 2012

Happy New Year, all! :D
How was your holiday? How did you spend your New Year's Eve? I remember exactly what I did in New Year's Eve last year. I was just laying in a couch, watching TV. Two years ago I did the same, watched TV, the only difference is I spent the night at my sister's house. Mel said that such a thing is totally boring. She will frown and yell, "get a life!!". Haha.


I went to Garut on 31st December, had my own fireworks (it was my brother who fire it, and I was cowardly running away from the firework so I can't see when it shoots the sky, too scared to hear its loud voice :p), and went to Ranca Buaya Beach in the next morning.
Gosh, it was a looooooooong way to get there. Yeah, Ranca Buaya is less known compare to Pangandaran or Pelabuhan Ratu or other south beach in West Java. But my father seemed very enjoy to explore the rocky road, quiet beach, a place visited by a few tourist and only local people around.
I prefer to go shopping in Singapore :p.


But, I tried to enjoy myself with nice thoughts and good tunes.
And here it is, an essay I made spontaneously along the twist roads. I made it in Bahasa, I wish I could write an essay in English, someday:

Lahan hijau terhampar sejauh mata memandang, bukit bergelombang dipenuhi tetumbuhan yang hidup begitu sejahteranya. Kabut merendah memeluk bukit.
Jalan berkelok menembus pegunungan. Di kedua sisi jalan terlihat dataran yang lebih tinggi, seakan menunjukkan setinggi itulah pegunungan saat para nenek moyang menerabasnya dan menuang aspal yang sekarang dinikmati.

Badan sungai yang indah, cantik berlekuk seperti tubuh wanita. Sungai itu lebar dan menjadi ajang bagi riak-riak air berlomba sampai ke hilir nun jauh disana.
Dataran tinggi di sisian jalan kadang bergantian dengan bebatuan besar yang mencengkeram tanah merah. Serabut-serabut akar terlihat di tanah yang kaya akan hara itu, menopang kehidupan pepohonan hingga tumbuh menjulang yang teduh menaungi. Batang-batang bambu yang kelewat tinggi merunduk, malang melintang dengan sesamanya. Berantakan, namun indah, bak rambut-rambut alis anak gadis.

Lalu terdapat bukit batu besar dengan megahnya terduduk sendiri diantara pematang sawah. Hitam dan kokoh. Tumbuhan hijau yang menyembul di antara bebatuannya nampak seperti urat, pembuluh kehidupan yang detaknya tak dapat dilihat atau didengar.

We only had an hour or two in the beach, then went home in Garut. Yes, we didn't book any hotel, there's a house--it was previously my late grandmother's house, but then we renovated it--a family house. Oh, and we captured a rainbow in the middle our way home! I don't even remember when the last time I saw a rainbow, so it was exciting :D
Apparently the photo is in my cellphone, I activate its bluetooth service but it doesn't work, haha I have no idea how to fix it.


There's a lot fortune tellers who predict what will happen in 2012. Also we can easily found an astrology fortune in various magazine. I don't take it personally, it is just for fun. Hope this year will bring us bunch of awesomeness!

Cheers!