Help Me Save You

I don't mean to sound so rude, but sometimes people just overwhelm me. The way they push the conversation just to escape from silence, when silence is the only thing I want to hear sometimes. 

If I feel like talking, I talk. So help me save you from vanity.

There, I've said it. You can hate me now. 

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I Miss You Every Sunday

Remember when we used to spend time together (almost) every weekend, doing nothing but to resting our sleepy head, having an intense conversation all night long, eating your cooking, drinking some coffee, watching DVD's or making inside jokes and sometimes crying? I miss those old days.

I miss every girls night in we had with our close friends, every surprise birthday party we threw, every tears and laughter we shared. I miss your stories.

I miss you every Sunday, dear friend, like the one I feel today.

Kota

Postcard Time Machine

I didn't aware people still sending postcard until I saw you holding a bunch of them loosely in your hands. You were playing with it as I made a serious attempt to speak. It's been a long time since we last spoke, or maybe I just imagine it. 

Yep, I miss the days when you used to come to me, talking the small talk and stuff and everything. I used to complain even feel bothered. But now I just miss those moments.

And, oh, how I envy whomever it is you sent those postcards to.

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Forgotten Future

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...tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther... (The Great Gatsby)

Twenty-six year old and disturbingly confused. That's what I am. When people reach their quarter-life you would think that they have finally found their purposes in life. They would know where to go, what to do or not to do and when.

That's why it feels so pitiful for I still have no clue on how to translate my dreams for the future. In fact, it's slowly forgotten. Eroded bit by bit until there is nothing that remains. 

O life, have a little mercy on us.

Is It My Job or Am I Getting Old?

I've been having memory problems lately. I forgot names, dates, people, the movie's title I watched three nights ago, stuff I've bought not so long time ago, things I need to do, words I shouldn't say and many many more. 

The irony is, there are things I really really need to forget but it sticks like glue in my head !@($)_$@)!!%$%_#^

So help me, God. Just help me, please.

In the mean time, let's celebrate life while we still can, ho-ho-ho-ho... Me and my partner in crime visited a nice little cafe in Kemang called Never Been Better recently. Here's some pictures we took.

the menu

the kitchen

ice sereh & ice coffee

agliolio pasta

free snack

nom-nommmm...

buuuurrpppp...

Dinda is busy chatting

me bored