Wednesday, February 27, 2008

blueberry cake, anyone?



Someone at the other end... somehow, I do hope it isn't always dark out there. If only I had instinct to guide me, I don't ask much, maybe some hunch to give me a sense of direction. Because my life has been full of lucid meaningless dream, I need to hold on something or someone's hand, so I know my journey is real. She could be my eye's and I could be her ear's. She can swim in my thought and I can fly in her mind. I don't want to be alone when watching all those painting hanging in the wall. Conversation would be lovely as we change on what we are really thinking. If not painting, we can be as cliche as it can be, talking about the weathers. And then, maybe we could head to the park and run freely like we are six years young. I do sound out of track but maybe we can share laughter over here. If I want to be happy, I don't want to be happy alone, I want to be with someone beside me, feeling the same way. Ain't we all, like that.

I watch 'my blueberry nights' recently, trust me, it's beautiful and it capture moments i've been dreaming all this while.


good night and sweet dream,

Thursday, February 14, 2008

burung pagi


I'm going to be honest, I'm not a morning person. I wake up late every day and it's almostlike every fucking working day. I wish I could smash the alarm clock every morning but nope, that didn't happen. With 'kuyu' eye, i pick up my towel, went to the bathroom with the thought about how the day is going to be. Instead of breakfast, i opted for cigarette. There, i stood alone and try to think how life would be if it happened the opposite. Maybe i shouldn't go to far because I still remember the best breakfast I ever had. The dishes was sausage with omelette (someone please help with the spelling) and a cup of black coffee. Someone very dearly prepare it for me and I still remember that breakfast because it was the first I ever had. A big impact do happen from that morning. Since that breakfast, i become a coffee person and it sticks to me until today. On sausage and omelette, i do remember the taste and for me, it's still the best breakfast I ever had. And do you want to know what makes it more special? I do share it with someone.