the little things she likes

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June 2012

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I really miss you.

though it’s only been a few days,
I already long for your wonderful taste.

and just so you know, it’s killing me.
but I guess you’ll never understand this agony.

you keep me coming back at your door.
that never happened before.

if only you knew
how much I crave for your ma po tofu.
and singapore fried rice too.
but you just don’t have a clue, do you?

oh yao kee!
how could you do this to me?

please come back soon from your vacation.
for you’re the only one who can give me satisfaction.

wait,… did I just write a poem about a chinese takeaway? sometimes I myself am surprised by the extent of my weirdness.

Jun 28, 20121 note
#goldsmiths #wordplay
Born on the 26th: An Open Letter to...

14-year-6-month-old Nindy

Dear Me from the past,

Congratulations on your graduation from junior high school! I’m gonna tell you upfront that you’re gonna miss both the prom and the ceremony - you will still regret this six years from now, but oh well, three weeks in Japan was so worth it.

Anyway, your life will change dramatically very very soon and in the next six months you’re gonna suffer. Real bad. Every little thing will fall on you - let’s say, shit will come to you in technicolor.

And it all will start with this city: Jakarta. Yes, now that you know you’ll leave in the end, you better clear things up with your friends, guitar teacher and most importantly your dentist! You know how he’s so anal about his patients, to run off without notice will leave you feeling guilty until you’re twenty. Oh and, whatever happens, when mom asks you to get in the car, throwing your phone is the right choice. It’d be better if you take out the SIM card as well and throw it out actually, just to save you the trauma - don’t worry about the contacts you lost, in 2-3 years time there’ll be a website called Facebook (it’s like the classy, more mature version of Friendster).

More about Jakarta, you’re gonna love it even more. You know all along this is where you belong, and yes, your new school is kinda freaky, but you will like it there. You will meet your craziest best friends at Labsky. A lot of people will probably hate you - good job on not giving a single fuck about trying to be popular, but try to be less sarcastic - but all things considered, you’ll have a great time being a Heksakra.

Whatever happens, don’t cut your hair - this will fuck up your first semester in high school.

Oh, and you will make a terrible mistake at choosing your seat, you will know right away but at that point, it’ll already be too late. The best thing you can do is really, just shut up and avoid any unnecessary conversation - this will probably save you big time. Failure to do this will, to an extent, damage your reputation through out the three years of high school.

You’ll never be in a band again, but don’t stop practicing guitar and insist to learn French/German instead of Japanese.

Lastly, don’t worry too much, you’ll get your life together eventually.

Best wishes,

Yourself at 20-and-a-half.


p.s: cutting off communication is not the best way to break up with someone and no, nothing will ever happen between you and that guy you don’t know the name yet - nonetheless, he’ll be very significant for you in years to come.


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26-year-6-month-old Nindy

Hello Me in the future,

So what colour is your hair now? Hehehe.
Any tattoos?

Well, I hope our life turns out all right. I really do hope that you’re happy(er), at least as happy as I am right now.

I don’t know if the postgraduate research turned out useful for whatever career you have at the moment. But anyway, I hope by now you have already published at least one novel, establishing your name as a full-time author. I also don’t know if you decided to go with the not-so-pseudo-pseudonym that I had been thinking about, but I’m sure whatever name that is, it’s a simple, cool-sounding name. Haha.

Speaking of being a writer, if there’s no books yet, I hope it’s not because you get caught up in a copywriting job at an agency. Nothing against it, it’s just that, well, you know, it’s not exactly how I plan our life to be. Oh and I wish you don’t end up writing cards for Hallmark - let’s not make our life more ‘Tom Hansen-y’ than it already is.

Hhm, about that. I wonder if you’re still the mayor of Friendzone, Brozone and beyond?
Not to put a pressure or anything, it’s cool if you’re still single (I guess mom is happy to find her daughter chooses not to settle down ‘prematurely’), I just hope that it’s not because you get friend/bro/mom-zoned again for… who knows how many times now.

But, if you’re attached to a guy right now (finally. glory glory hallelujah!), congratulations! I’m sure he’s a fine, smart and artsy gentleman - so glad that we never have a thing for douchebags (yeh, except for that one time in… never mind).

By the way, where do you live right now? Please don’t answer “in the moment”.
I’d like to see the apartment you live in, do you have a pet dog?

Are you a full time vegetarian?
How’s our plan for the coffee shop/reading room?
Do you still play guitar? How about gamelan?
Have you mastered any other foreign language yet?
Do you still watch news on TV simply because the good-looking anchor?
Is Adam Levine still single and ridiculously hot at 39?
Has any of our best friends got hitched?

Ah, sorry, I have so many questions. I’m just really curious how exciting my life will turn out.


Best wishes,

Yourself from back then.

Jun 26, 20121 note
#Open Letter #personal
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Jun 26, 201212 notes
#Adam Levine #My Kind of Guy #Maroon5
Manhattan Skyline (Bonus) Kings Of Convenience

play this song in a gloomy morning or just before sunset, preferably when it also rains. you can either lie in bed or sit by the window.

and the rest is for you to experience it yourself.

Jun 25, 2012
Jun 24, 201282 notes
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Jun 24, 2012
Jakarta City Blues Indra Aziz

I like to work out to find something or someone attractive, makes me feel like I earn it (however, please note that “Beauty is relative, but ugly is absolute.” - you can judge, whatever :p). And if you’ve been reading this blog for a while, then it’s not a secret how much I love Jakarta - inside and out, backwards and forwards (without my heart hanging out).

And I feel really, really lucky.

Jakarta is number 7 on CNN’s World’s Most Hated Cities, a great place to get you frustrated in 7.48 seconds after your arrival. Some also say it’s the perfect fascist city, working against its citizen. Traffic? What traffic? Ah, you don’t get it, do you? Jakarta is a giant parking lot, that’s why your car doesn’t move, now stop complaining. HAHA. With no reliable mass transportation system, a pretty-high rate crime rate, polluted air, dirty streets, heartbreaking poverty (I think this is the only city where you can find dodgy slums just right behind a luxurious residence/office building - oh the striking social gap… ), scumbag religious fundamentalists with their giant ‘billboards’ and their regular bigoted ‘hate speech’… it’s so easy to hate the city and that’s why I feel very lucky, for being among those few people who have managed to find so many things to love about the city.

Where do I start?

The 24/7 service? And no, I’m not just talking about 24-hour convenient stores (we have every chain, btw, from Circle K, 7-Eleven, to ampm and Lawson) and fast-food delivery service. Print and copy centres are almost in every corner, 24/7 (I don’t know how I would survive high school if it weren’t for Snapy).

Food? I personally think this city should make it onto the ‘Best Place for Food’ list. You can find any kind of good food here, from the cheapest to the most expensive. From the native Betawi cuisine, like nasi uduk, lontong sayur, kerak telor and soto betawi - which can be one of the best thing you put inside your mouth, just so you know - to authentic-tasting sushi, shabu-shabu, dim sum, foie grass, pizza, and gamjatang. And if it ain’t enough for you then guess what, here our McDonald’s serve rice and fried chicken. So shut up.

How almost everything is cheap? Of course, we have things that are ridiculously expensive - but only ridiculously rich folks buy them anyway. Things like salon and spa are pretty affordable, perhaps that’s why you can even find junior high school girls in salons, getting their nails done. Hm.

The art and culture scene? Jakarta’s malls are amazing, no kidding, but it’s not the only thing the city can offer. There are so many new cultural centres and galleries, so many events going on from public discussions, stand up comedy to film festivals to theatre. It’s almost impossible to be bored with nothing to do here.

Hip hang out spots?
Edgy fashion?
Indie and underground scene?
Electrifying youth?
Amusingly-inspiring ‘common’ people?
The dynamic of the city as a whole?

I can go on and I won’t be sorry.

But the truth be made, it is true that the city isn’t for everybody to love, after all Jakarta isn’t nicknamed The Big Durian for no reason. I won’t blame those who hate the city deeply (though I admit that every time I hear someone says, ‘Jakarta is one big fuckin’ shithole’, a little part of me just die) and even as biased as I can be, I will never say Jakarta is a dreamy paradise. To live there can be a pain in the ass some time, but I can’t think of a better place than Jakarta to teach you the true meaning of “the bitch of living: how sense of humour is the key of life”.

It’s precisely for that invaluable life lesson the city has taught me, I can say I belong there. Well, I can enjoy living in any other city, but home will always be there, in that cramped jumbo ghetto called Jakarta.

Happy 485th anniversary, my dear city.

Jun 22, 20121 note
#jakarta
Jun 22, 20124 notes
#jakarta

dunno if it’s the weather, the messy meal-and-bedtime (seriously, lunch at 4?) or it’s that time of the year again - ‘scheduled’ sickie, but i’m not feeling well today.

this arvo the heat was crazy. perspiration frenzy. dizzy. officially a sickie - i should know, i tend to get all rhimey and strangely, a bit ozzie.

um i should probably hit the sack before i chunder all over again.

Jun 20, 20121 note
Jun 20, 2012
Lika-Liku Laki-Laki

Bahkan lelucon yang sama pun tak mungkin ditertawakan berkali-kali, lantas mengapa masih berduka atas kesedihan yang itu-itu saja?

Namanya Lukas. Lukas Ng - pemuda dengan darah oriental yang kental. Laki-laki baru dalam kehidupan Banyu Sukma. Kira-kira begitu. Bukan, Lukas bukan pengganti Kirana Surya karena untuk Banyu, arti seorang pengisi hati itu mustahil bisa disubstitusi. Memang betul, Kirana telah meninggalkan luka, tapi luka kan bukan hal yang mesti dilupakan. Justru akan lebih baik bila Banyu bisa mengingat Lukas saja, mengingat yang lebih penting.

Laki-laki bukan sensasi baru dan cerita ini agaknya masih sama seperti yang terdahulu, tentang hati Banyu yang tidak hati-hati, juga tentang perkara rindu yang membeku.

Lukas, laki-laki lugas, tangkas dan cerdas. Pemuda yang tak pernah ikut pramuka namun hidupnya sesuai dasadarma: hemat, cermat dan bersahaja. Seorang bujangan urban sekaligus musisi amatiran merangkap fotografer dadakan. Lukas pandai merangkai kata, sempat menjadi pemain sandiwara dan di balik kacamata tebalnya, dia sungguh sosok yang amat jenaka.

Lukas dan Banyu hanya teman biasa saja. Tidak lebih, tidak kurang. Sekedar kawan, bukan pujaan. Dekat tapi tidak erat.

Setidaknya awalnya begitu, karena yang terjadi selanjutnya sungguh di luar skenario Banyu.

Sampai saat ini semuanya masih teka-teki. Entah mengapa, kapan tepatnya dan bagaimana, yang jelas tiba-tiba musuh bebuyutan itu bergerilya kembali dalam diri Banyu. Mengendap-endap, menyergap saat tak siap lalu serangannya merambat dari kepala sampai dada, menjalar tanpa aba-aba. Perlahan tapi pasti, Lukas Ng menginvasi hati Banyu Sukma.

Kembali lagi malam panjang penuh lamunan. Bersua kembali Banyu dengan rindu tak beralasan.

Sekilas, Lukas ini mengingatkan Banyu akan Kirana. Keduanya sama-sama tenang dan gemar bertualang. Seperti Kirana, Lukas juga pintar memetik senar gitar, teliti dan senantiasa rapi jali. Bahkan sifat buruknya pun nyaris serupa, keduanya memiliki analisis kritis yang bisa menyebabkan krisis.

Lukas sama hebatnya seperti Kirana dalam urusan memanggil puisi-puisi Banyu untuk keluar dari sarang-sarangnya. Dan dengan kembalinya sajak mendayu-dayu, semuanya sudah jelas. Seperti yang pernah terjadi sebelumnya, Banyu Sukma lagi-lagi jatuh cinta. Semacam sakit jiwa.

Bedanya kali ini, hampir semua teman Banyu ikut jadi gila. “Lukas jelas lebih pantas,” kata Nur Fajar. Juga Lalita, Jingga, Andara dan Kalandra.

Memang berbeda dengan Kirana, Lukas bukan sosok seperti rokok yang sering diinginkan Banyu sewaktu-waktu, walaupun sebenarnya tidak perlu. Ia juga bukan seperti kopi yang tidak baik untuk kesehatan, meskipun tetap dimasukkan ke dalam badan.

Bersama Kirana, Banyu sekedar bertukar keluh, tanpa solusi penuh. Dengan Lukas segala yang rikuh ditukar nasihat teduh. Atau setidaknya, dengan senyuman dan rangkulan hangat yang cukup meruntuhkan kisruh.

Lukas jelas lebih pantas.

Baru sepuluh hari, sejak Lukas pergi. Kembali ke negeri kecilnya, yang berada di belahan dunia berbeda. Sepertinya dia baik-baik saja, walaupun menurut ceritanya, Lukas kerap menghitung mundur perbedaan zona waktu, sekedar untuk mereka-reka “sedang apa aku/mereka di sana?”

Jujur saja, diam-diam Banyu melakukan hal yang sama.

Ingin rasanya Banyu bilang, “Lukas, lekas pulang,” apa daya gengsi jadi penghalang. Dengan jarak yang menghadang, rindu ibarat luka yang meradang.

Terkekang.
Datang kembali saat untuk menunggu, untuk menyerah kepada waktu.

Jun 20, 2012
#Nindy Seret Jodoh #romansick #short story #Banyu Sukma #wordplay
Power Of Not Knowing Kings Of Convenience

“Our bigger blessing girl, is being young. The power of not knowing, where you belong.” - Kings of Convenience

Fix sejak kelar second year ini gue udah mulai makin intens ditanyain nyokap soal “rencana ke depan”. In this case sebenernya penekanannya ada di “cari beasiswa buat tancap gas langsung master taun depan”, which, to be honest, bugs me.

Kenapa?
Ya karena sekarang ini gue gak punya tuh yang namanya rencana ke depan. HAHA.
Well maksudnya sih, rencana ke depan yang sesuai dengan penggambaran ‘sukses’ versi nyokap dan keluarga gue.

Untuk keluarga gue (keluarga besar ya) yang mayoritas super career-and-education oriented, sukses itu karir yang bonafid, kalo bisa sih jadi lawyer-banker-diplomat gitu (clearly I have failed to achieve this goal hahaha). Tapi inti sebenernya sih harus punya karir kece dan successfully secure my ass off to the top management. Dan tentunya untuk bisa nyampe ke posisi tinggi itu ya mesti ada persiapan dan perencanaan yang - oke ORBA terminology coming - mumpuni kan.

Caelah mumpuni. Lahir taun berapa sih gue?

Anyway, balik lagi ke soal perencanaan masa depan, jujur aja sih alesan gue rada gak sure sama master itu karena gue gak tau nanti ilmunya bakal gue aplikasikan ke bidang apa. Well, if I have to do a master next year, most likely gue akan ambil Southeast Asian studies, fokusnya di urban culture - because I love cities! Itu aja, if I do go on for a master in September 2013, it’d be 100% for the sake of learning. Which is not wrong, of course. But surely, some people are going to raise their eyebrows, belajar tentang kota-kota besar Asia Tenggara, emang mau kamu pake buat kerja dimana?

Well sebenernya sih cuma mau dipake buat referensi cultural lifestyle buat novel spiritualis kritis humanis urbanis gue nanti hahaha.

Hhm, iya ya buat kerja di mana ya? Di UNESCO barang kali - which would be awesome actually. Atau gak ya bisa jadi koresponden buat majalah-majalah atau kantor berita gitu.

Jadi koresponden atau UNESCO gitu bagus tuh, duitnya bisa gede.
Ah, duit mulu ah.

Well, yang penting harus punya karir yang jelas.
Karir. Karir yang jelas. Gini ya, makin ke sini rasanya gue makin gak termotivasi untuk jadi wanita karir. Karir di bidang apa coba?

As much as I enjoy writing for a newspaper/magazine, in the long run, gue gak punya ambisi untuk jadi orang kaya Anna Wintour atau Tyler Brule. Kalopun gue sampe ke posisi editor in chief buat let’s say, Rolling Stone or Monocle, gue juga gak mau berada di posisi itu sampe bertahun-tahun. In my ideal world, menjadi kolumnis itu adalah pekerjaan part time.

Misalnya pun gue kerja di bidang development atau human rights organisation gitu ya sama aja, gue pengennya itu bukan ‘tujuan akhir’ gue. I’d like it to be “something that I’ve done in my lifetime - among other stuff” not “something that I’ve put all my life into - until I retire.” Ya kira-kira begitu. Lagian, gue rasa nyokap gue gak akan happy deh kalo tau anaknya bakal dikirim-kirim kerja ke India, ke Afrika, atau ke Brazil. Bahaya, katanya. Udah disekolahin mahal-mahal, jangan ambil kerja yang terlalu risky gitu ah, katanya lagi.

Padahal kalo dipikir-pikir persaingan dan hirarki karir kantoran itu risikonya juga ngeri, cuman beda settingan aja kan - kalo ngantor di agency ibu kota pan gak pake acara nyemen batako buat bangun sekolahan di desa terpencil di Kalkuta.

Not that I have anything against people who devoted their life to their career ya. Jujur, I dreamed about a life like that once - being a bona fide yuppie who owns a sleek apartment downtown. I still think those guys are awesome - and if it wasn’t for a dedicated female banker who happens to be my mother, I wouldn’t be here studying in London. Gue juga tetep suka liat a day in a lifenya orang kantoran, how they all get to wear suits and heels, going from one meeting to another, working from their blackberries. Hectic dan pastinya penuh intrik, tapi dynamic dan menarik. Ah yes, I guess I’m just a hardcore city girl (I’m not even sorry).

It’s just that, I don’t think I’d want to do that for 33 years - given that I’d start working by the time I’m 22 all the way until I reach 55. Not that I’d want to be a housewife and/or a stay at home mom either. Haha maunya apa sih?

Gue mau jadi penulis lepas. Tanpa jam kerja yang jelas, tanpa kantor yang jadi batas. Gue pengen tetep punya banyak waktu buat ngerjain hal-hal yang gue suka, seperti traveling, dateng ke film festival, nonton pertunjukan musik, main gitar seharian, bikin design dress, nongkrong di kedai kopi…

Hm.

Banyak hal yang gue suka dan gue mau, mungkin terlalu banyak. Mungkin. Inget banget taun lalu gue ngobrol sama temen nyokap tentang hal-hal yang gue demen itu, dan komentarnya dia seperti ini, “Kamu harus fokus. Kalo gak nanti jadinya gak jadi apa-apa kayak temen kita si (insert nama seniman/dalang jancuk di sini). Dia cerdas sekali tapi keinginannya terlalu banyak, makanya jadinya biasa-biasa aja.”

Hm. Waktu itu sih gue gak bales ngomong apa-apa. Mungkin karena agak shock dengernya. I mean, how can you judge someone as biasa-biasa aja when he actually has quite a reputation? Besides, si seniman ini nampaknya happy-happy aja dengan hidupnya.

Dari situ gue berpikir, well, pengertian ‘sukses’ itu memang subjektif ya. Dan sebenernya yang bikin capek itu karena kita sebagai manusia - sebagai anak dari orang tua yang pengen banget kita bikin bangga, sebagai murid dari para guru sekolah yang berharap banyak pada kita, sebagai makhluk yang seneng banget ngebandingin dirinya sama orang lain - secara sadar atau gak sadar selalu mencoba buat menyenangkan orang lain - kalo perlu sejuta umat deh - melalui kesuksesan kita. Semacam ajang pembuktian ke satu dunia, kalo we made it to the top. Secara gak langsung, kesuksesan kita kadang bikin orang lain insecure, vice versa (karena itu tadi sifat manusia yang suka banget ngebanding-bandingin). Akhirnya sih jadi kaya ada semacam lingkaran setan of insecurity gitu ya. Hm.

Sedihnya lagi, karena pada awalnya kesuksesan itu ditujukan biar orang lain bangga/kagum sama kita, seringkali malah kitanya sendiri yang merasa gak bangga, gak sukses, gak happy. Kenapa? Perhaps because deep down, we don’t really want to do it. Perhaps because it’s not really our goal. Perhaps it’s just not our definition of success.

You see, in my ngehe and sotoy opinion ye, success is however you define it, but if you define it wrong then you’ll never find it. Furthermore, ‘to succeed’ is different from ‘to achieve’, the former implies approval/acknowledgment from others whereas the latter simply means fulfilment - which I think, is more important.

Dan kembali ke topik family pressure soal rencana master dan karir gue, gue tau gue gak bisa buang waktu apalagi karena economy sekarang nampaknya mendukung sekali ‘premature culture: where the young rules and practically ‘no country for oldmen’ - ahaha sotoy maksimal lo nin! At 20, my time is coming (or has it come?) and I can’t think/wait/stop for too long, it seems. I guess it’s like, I have to know by now, despite ‘the bigger blessing of being young’. Nowadays, semua harus muda, harus fresh, lebih cepat lebih baik #terJK. Padahal kalo kata Ayu Utami - atau Dewi Lestari ya, gue lupa #fail, nevertheless I agree wholeheartedly - ada satu hal yang gak bisa dimampatkan melalui percepatan: kematangan. (No offence for young achievers!)

Untuk sekarang ini, jujur aja, gue belom punya definisi sukses. Mungkin karena buat gue lebih penting fulfilment itu tadi ya, gak tau juga, barangkali suatu hari nanti akhirnya gue bisa mendefinisikan sukses. Sepertinya sih gak akan mudah, tapi mudah-mudahanlah…

Kemaren salah satu flatmate gue, Windy, nanya ke gue dan si Matt tentang ambisi dan tujuan hidup masing-masing. Berat euy pertanyaannya haha. Anyway, it went like this,

Windy : What’s the purpose of your life? What do you want to achieve?
Matt : Uhm. I don’t think I have one. I just want a quiet life.
Me : Er. Happiness? Wait, no. Not happiness, contentment.
Matt : Ah, very nice.


Very nice indeed isn’t it? To be content with life. I don’t know what the world will bring and how time will change me, I just hope that it won’t be just another naive idealism of my youth. For the idea seems completely rational to me at this time.


“Sesungguhnya hidup mengalir bebas, tanpa batas. Tapi kemudian ada jadwal, dan kita tersengal-sengal.” - Gunawan Mohammad

Selamat malam, selalu selamat.

Jun 19, 20121 note
#song of the week #personal #kontemplasi
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what happens in a year?

benlaksana:

Change is what happens in a year but a year is only the sum of the change. The change itself happens on a much smaller scale, not in a year. But in a day, an hour, a minute, a second, a fleeting moment.

“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” - Anatole France

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Jun 9, 2012
#londonium #merantau #anak kuliah
tonight I learnt that I turn dumb when exhausted
  • matt: oh and they play hockey in the olympic.
  • me: no, they play hockey only in the winter olympic.
  • matt: that's ice hockey.
  • me: uhm. wait. it's not the same thing?
Jun 9, 2012
#mi amigos #londonium #anak kuliah
Better than sex.

So at last, after listening to them for 14 years, I finally lost my Westlife virginity last night. yes, Westlife the boyband. Hahaha.

Pardon my lingo, but just so you know, those boys themselves admitted the ‘filthy’ fan posters they’ve received over the years - and how it has gotten more vulgar as the years go by. I saw two women brought a poster that says “Shane and Nicky, make my day. Drop your pants and come our way!” and during the concert Mark read a poster that says “MARK! STROKE YOUR HANDS IN MY (PICTURE OF A CAT)” he was like… “Mark, Stroke your hands in my…cat? - Well done. Hahaha, Ain’t gonna happen darling.” (because he is gay, therefore he loves [I’ll send a picture a rooster])

All those took place after the first three songs (their opening song was What About Now - a cover of Daughtry, followed by What Makes a Man and Queen of My Heart) - to which Nicky referred as the “foreplay, and it will get better, so are you ready?”

YES, MY BODY IS READY.

Then for the next 15 minutes, it was a medley of popular club/dance songs such as BEP’s I Got A Feeling, a little sampling of LMFAO’s Party Rock Anthem, Pussycat Doll’s Don’t Cha (yes, they did it - the oh-so-‘inviting’ boyband dance. and yes, I screamed ‘YES’ so loud at the ‘Don’t cha wish your boyfriend was fun like me?! part - please don’t judge). At this point there were fireworks and awesome stuff that you wouldn’t imagine to see in a boyband’s concert. So, Nicky was right - the first two songs were really a ‘foreplay’ and that it gets crazier and of course, better.

As it appears that the theme of the night was “Let’s get funky - if you know what I mean HAHA”, they did a cover of Kings of Leon’s Sex on Fire - the fire and the lighting for this song were amazing. Followed by Robbie William’s Let Me Entertain You and to close the medley session, they sang Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody beautifully, Kian even played the guitar for this song - and you know how I have a thing for guys with guitars so…yeah, I don’t have to explain how loud my scream was.

They sang almost all the upbeat hits - Uptown Girl, When You Look Me Like That, then came the ballads - My Love, If I Let You Go. All of which I sang oh so devotedly. All the parts that used to be Brian’s were sung by either Kian or Nicky, whose voice turned out to be okay actually - I used to think of them as the ‘useless’ backing vocals/extras. They also sang that jazzy song cover of The Rat Pack, Ain’t That a Kick in the Head. Some people criticised Westlife’s jazzy period as an embarrassment, but I personally think that they did okay -but maybe it’s just my Westlife bias or jazz bias, not sure.

Then they all got into this metal capsule - no, not a capsule, it looks like those cart in a Tornado ride in a theme park - which was connected to a crane and yes, they basically went around, towards the audience while singing their hits from the first album like Swear it Again, Seasons in the Sun (they cried a bit - I CRIED A LOT. why did it have to be “Goodbye London, my favourite one”? ) and Home - originally Michael Buble’s.

As if those choked Seasons in the Sun and Home weren’t enough, when they finally got back to the stage, they made their farewell speeches. Each of them. Telling how grateful they are, how they’re gonna miss this, thank you for the support bla bla bla. At this point, the concert was really emotional, I never thought I would actually cry. Then they sang You Raise Me Up. I guess I don’t need to elaborate how this is such an emotional song. They left the stage. It’s over.

Not.

ENCORE.

World’s of Our Own and Flying Without Wings. ORGASMIC.
As we all know, Flying Without Wings is pretty much the Westlife’s climax, and so it’s finally over.

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Oh yes bitches, I bought the T-shirt.

Obviously, as you can see, I had the ultimate fangirl moment last night. Even I was surprised - seriously, did I just cry over a boyband? This morning, I watched all the videos I took last night and I was like, “What the fuck, was I drunk? I don’t remember doing all this.” But I regret nothing.

They said that you know you’ve grown up when your favourite (boy)band finally disbanded. And to think that I almost didn’t go for this concert, hm…don’t get me started on talks about fate. All I can say is, as someone who is no longer a Westlife virgin,… it was worth the wait. HAHAHA.

“This isn’t goodbye. Even as I watched you leave, this isn’t goobye. I swear I won’t cry, even as tears filled my eyes, I swear I won’t cry.” - Westlife, What Makes a Man.

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