Just Realized It
Sit on my chair and face the computer screen, again. Play some tracks, and a big bottle of mineral water beside me. Just like usual days of mine. Waiting for some ideas to come by, so I can fill this blog. But after some times passed away, I’m still flustered, what should I write this screen with?
Then my eyes stuck on an old book, trapped on the lowest part of my bookshelf. “Romaji Diary and Sad Toys”, written as its title. Just remembered, I never seriously read it. I open a random page of it for a quick view. After then, the quick view has become a serious recite. A life diary of a Japanese guy at the beginning of 19th century. That’s what the book contains. There is nothing special about his life’s plot, nor the English words he’s used. But I catch something that interests me: spontaneity to tell anything he wanted.
That’s what’s I’m waiting for. Yeah… spontaneity. Maybe because I’m a newbie of this world of writing, I just realized it now. I’m not used to write a diary. It’s a girlie thing - that was my brain said at my previous days. Hey now, writing is more fun than just to read something. I don’t need to write down my whole life. I write when I wanna write. That’s pretty fine for me 
I looked at the clock, few minutes to 9 am. I’m leaving the chair, get my towel, and take a bath. It’s just an ordinary day, when I have to attend the college. Even if this lazybones don’t want to 
Melu adhus opo’o. Wanna got shower with Dian Sastro juga. Pake sabun Lux itu tuh. Trus ntar dibelai ama Dian Sastro, dimandiin, digosok, disabunin, dikulum. Hehe…
Wes ah, mbanyol thok.
Horny nih. Jrutz…
Comment by Ho — May 17, 2006 @ 2:17 pm
#Ho *tendang Ho sampe ke timbuktu*
eh Co, may I borrow ur book which u write about?
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*sorry nek bhs inggrise salah
Comment by pika — May 24, 2006 @ 4:01 am