//September 02, 2010//

Tapi bener juga, mending cari kerja. Eh, kelihatannya orientasi aku sudah berubah. (Kemungkinan) aku gak akan S2, aku akan menghidupi keluargaku dan menyelamatkan dunia.

sms malam-malam ke seorang sahabat baik

//September 01, 2010//

After a hard, sweet August. Here comes the big brother, September.
September is a month to take a bow.
Deep.
To everything and every soul live on earth.
To the soil and the beckoning trees.
September is time to thank God
And every gift He gave until this second.
September is going to be nice.
Rest for awhile tired souls, just enjoy the hard works and smile for everything.
Just be thankful with me, September :)

//August 31, 2010//

Tumblr suddenly becomes a place to write all broken hearted stories with quotes and some vintage photos. I’m just enjoying the beautiful words and not consuming the gloomy mood (or the words they tend to use: uh oh GALAU?). I’m just realizing the fact that lonely soul forced you to become more poetic and sentimental. It’s damn good and I love all the sentences. It’s just, don’t take it too hard and get a life, dude!

Twitter suddenly becomes a place to write trash-talking and some complaint words. I’m just enjoying the #plester, some @anjinggombal and not consuming the whining. I don’t like how they use #tolongbaimyaallah or #tolong(insert your name here)yaallah. Why do people always ask for help first? Did they really try before? And Baim isn’t cute enough anymore. He’s just some damn children with gondrong hair and not so cute children accent who’s talk with his grandma using XL provider. Don’t take it too lame and get a life, dude!

Oh, I really don’t know your personal life and I don’t intend to care about what you’re doing minute per minute. In fact, yes, I judge you by your writings. Be wise.

Now, you know I’ve been trying not to be too cynical. Yes, I tried and failed. Lot of time.

//August 30, 2010//

This is the city which sleeps at noon and wake up when dawn slowly creeps out. The black and white street, hundreds color, and low light street lamps. The glimpse of you slowly faded out. I’m going to miss the streets and all slow motion people. With some foreign holding hand and walk some map. The sound of rotating wheels, the bicycle which speeds in rhythm. I’m going to miss us, who wanders like neurotic and smile like kindergarten students. Mostly, I’m going to miss you who glare at the side, to the empty street or the clear blue sky. It is hard to say goodbye, to the soil and the train station. But the dreams finally ended and we’re going to force ourselves to wake up. Oh, we’re going to step the same boring soil we used to live. But hey, it was a great 33 hours ride :D

//August 29, 2010//

We’ve met before, years ago. You and some gags, quite being the center of attention. I’m wearing oversized sweater with some little groups. We’ve met before, in awkward cold silent conversation. We’ve met before, in other space with some other interest topic. I’ve never set eyes on you, but you say you did, thousand times.

It’s quite strange. You said some hello and I didn’t wave back. You were happy and I throw some curse. It was strange, for strangers like us, to get into Ringo or Hayley. But it was the first time we’ve bumped to each other. The intersection of those other interest topics.

Strangers, I’ve finally wave back and said some hello. Finally, we’re on the same wavelength, listening to the same crappy radio broadcast. You call the line, the DJ picks yours, and I’m still listening to the same program. You’ve said another hello and I’ve heard it.

Oh, finally.