//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.

//August 28, 2010//

I just wish some prayer and don’t wish me any good luck. Because I’ve never believe on such thing like luck. Four leaves clover or seven spades, it’s just like any other myths. Beside, I’ve been getting along with 13 on lots of time. 13 was bad, but I turn the table by not believing it. It’s just some number and it should have stayed on Excel, completed the hidden formula.

Hey Thursday, be my day and I’d keep you nice. Hey September 2^nd, be my date and I’d keep you great.

//August 27, 2010//

Hari ini hari Jum’at.
Saya juga lahir di hari Jum’at. Kata Ibu, Ayah saya hampir terlambat melihat saya lahir karena harus sholat Jum’at terlebih dahulu.

Hari ini hari Jum’at.
Jum’at itu jadwal kuliah TA saya semester lalu.
Saya pergi ke luar kota juga di hari Jum’at malam.

Hari ini hari Jum’at.
Hari sucinya umat Muslim.

Hari ini hari Jum’at.
Akhirnya, saya mengumpulkan draft TA saya di hari ini.

//August 23, 2010//

I thought I’m the only one who surely knows how to wait. But I guess I’m not being that special. You were waiting long enough, and catching rainbow of illusion. The truth is, the rainbow doesn’t colorful enough to fill the sky. It is rather grey, brown, and full of dirt. Yet, you’re still trying to follow the rules and wait for it. You’re longing another rain, waiting it to dry, watching the color make another ark. And here’s the miniature of rainbow, you keep it safe and may it last until another season of happiness.

Until later dear, let’s act like Dorothy. We’ll walk on this yellow brick road, to some infinity and beyond.