Banana Milk, Kiwi & Strawberry

HELLO


Since I started Internship with Sume and Riza, beside bring food for lunch, almost everyday I prepare fresh fruit for us as morning snack while Riza or Sume prepare Jelly/Pudding for dessert.
I don't know if this is really internship or Hunger Game.
Today's fruit is Kiwi and Strawberry.
Eat well, work well.

Kiwi & Strawberry

And it could be a perfect day for having Banana Milk this morning.

My favorite flavor since I was 7, but it's kind of hard to found nowadays.

But yesterday I found it at Ranch Market and can't resist my self to buy it although it's kind of expensive (just once!).

Banana Milk :)

Good luck for you who is in internship too. It will end soon so please be patient :)


p.s. Don't be ashamed for bring your own food to your workplace, it's common thing.

Red yellow blue

HELLO


*sneezing*
I thought this city was pretty hot. Now I'm not sure.
Wanna post a draft just now, but somebody keep insisted me to sleep.
Let's make it fast.


Shortly open my old folder, and I found this. Guess you know that I miss it badly.

Smell you later.


p.s. Don't catch a cold in this torrid city, not funny you know. Spokoinoi nochi.

No need to go

HELLO


First, sorry for no drafts at all this week.
5.00 a.m, pillow, and mind blown,


You don't have to force yourself to like the joy of others or to be attracted by their favorite, if only just to entering their zone or just to speak with the same language.


Right, dear my self.
Let them like what they like, no need to go into it.
Just do anything what you really like.
I'm bored with that fake smile, I miss the other one.


p.s. Yes, it was thought that much, indeed.

Bomb of Life

HELLO


It should be the day I post one of my blog drafts. But it ended with re-read again some of my drafts.
The result is : no draft I've posted today. But here some random thought. Nonsense, as usual.

Hey, you're right.
We live between peace and war, we live between tears and joy, we live between dreams and reality, we live between past and future, we live between fake and fact, we live between him and her, we live between aisle and window, we live between egoism and self-destruction.
We live with the bomb, and the bomb is in your mind. It's your authorization, to start the countdown.


I've ever said that talking about life is unlimited. And I'm talking about it.
I remember a tagline from a movie about life, I don't really like the movie, but I like this quote :


"When you can live forever, what do you live for?"


What's your answer, people?
You better decide, before the bomb is ready to explode.
It's right there, on your mind.


..Or you just want to blow it up?
To cover your anger, wounds, tears, so that people won't know anything about what you fell, and forget about the pain.


***


"I don't believe in tears. So stop crying." -Aldy Salim B.


I will.

p.s. Be grateful with your life, with its limitation, with all the things happened. You and your bomb, you decide.

Are you ready for open drafts?

HELLO

Tomorrow is Monday, means back to works. Not a good sentence for the opening.

Since last week, I stay in Jakarta with my mom. Maybe some of you know, some of you not.

I'm happy here, being with her.

Lately, I listed all of my random topic that I should write in here, but ended as drafts. Interested to guess how many drafts is it?

Let's count, 1..2..3..100..200..300..1000...kiddin'.

Open drafts.

Is it a good idea? No, yes, no, whatever.

I'll publish some of drafts that already fell into decay.

With so-so internet connection and business at night, I think not all the drafts will coming out fast. Maybe 1 or 2 each week. Depend on willingness and mood to re-write it too.

Now as the symbol of my (some of) open drafts, take a look at the picture below :

Another pretty faces

The message is, nothing.
Just like the expression of Sume, Ren, and I in this silly moment.
No burden.


p.s. I'm back to the kitchen, not as the dishwasher.

What is freedom anyway?

HELLO


*knock knock*
Bad internet connection here, how's yours?
Actually, wanna share some about recent life. Let's see, internship, memories of 4th of June, gun, long-symphaty-stories, another trashy things, etc etc
Not that well of managing time, so things-like-this, can't be done easily.
Anyway,
Here some random thought (Not that random, just assume there's a clue) :


"What is freedom anyway? You let yourself free without others' preference,
or you let yourself free within' others' preference?"


Please don't get it wrong, don't just read it literally, and don't just translate that sentence in Google Translate.
Plus-minus, gamma-zero, naive-naive, shot of whisk or shot in your head.
All the same, and still, there's an intention.
It doesn't matter.
..You sure? You tired.


p.s. I need something. Something called, freedom. Do you find some? Ups, nah, I'll get it my own.