Suddenly today I woke up too early, usually, it was always morning - believe me, this is true - but this time when my eyes were open, the clock showed 03.02 A.M. I want to close my eyes again because I remember the fact in the horror film The Exorcism of Emily Rose that I watched last month, but the feeling of wanting to sleep again is completely absent. So I woke up and turned on my laptop, watching a Netflix Original Film, To All the Boys I've Loved Before for the umpteenth time.
I have read the novel to the 3rd series, even though there was a print error at the end of the novel where the story ends when Peter decides to go to the same place as Larajean and the next page returns when they throw a party on the beach, annoying, but overall I already know clearly how the story goes. But still, I did not find the saturation point for watching this many times, like the same Christmas movie that is always played on national television.
If someone says, "That's just a bit of a too-general love story." Yes! True, but because of that I like it, you can say "You're being dramatic," but I will answer, "I think drama can be fun ... as long as no one knows about it." - Larajean.
The film ends exactly at 4:47 it's time for me to take a shower and get ready to go to college. For almost 20 minutes in the bathroom, I imagine the continuation of the story in his novel in the picture of a film where Peter is Noah and Larajean is Lana. Teaser for the continuation of the film has come out of the beginning of this year, P.S. It's Official, but until now there has been no news about the broadcast date. I hope Netflix will speed up its launch or at least show other films with the Rom-Com genre so that I get a snack before dinner time.
The sound of the water pump in my house is not as noisy as it used to be, but I'm sure the sound of the middle door opening when I go back is enough to wake mom, hoping that this time there is a plate containing something that I can eat so I don't need to stop at Alfa Ekspress when getting off the train or going to Kanbar — Kantin Baru— before the class begins so that it can last for the first hour to the last without needing to go to Kanbar during recess alone to save my stomach.