//September 04, 2010//

Please, please, please, let us travel backwards.
Where time and space don’t matter.
Only us and sunshine, oh, with light bulbs and the smiling people.

//September 03, 2010//

Hello, brand new phase of life. Here I come, healthy as the sun, strong as the wind. It doesn’t feel happy as much as I have all my Cakru 2009 nor I have you. But it sure takes some blow. They say ‘welcome to the club’, people say ‘welcome to hell’. Responsibility gets bigger stage and I’m just taking the music. I’ll waltz the tunes again. Now, with some tap and higher jump spin.

“Halo Ibu Insinyur, gimana kabarnya?”
sapaan Ibu di telepon pada hari dinyatakan selesai Koloqium.

//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.