Kyo : A Snippet of Me

When you’re down and troubled,
and you need a helping hand
And nothing is going right
Ain’t it good to know you got a friend
When people could be so cold

A classic theme for a story: friends. Yeah… these couple days, I just love to hear that song [McFly - You’ve Got A Friend]. But I don’t wanna talk ‘bout the artist, let the girls do that

It just reminds me about people around me, who already gave me so much care and attention by the name of FRIENDSHIP. They’re just always there whenever I need ‘em. But then I realized, what have I done for them? Have I give them the best I can? Believe me, it’s hard to answer. This question just pops out after we’ve been separated by a long distance. Well… I know, regret in the end is mostly useless.

At least, for now, I really don’t wanna do the same thing. I don’t wanna have a feeling that I’m alone. Keep in touch y’all… When you guys are there in Jakarta, Bali, or even on a tiny spot of Papua Island, hope that we’re stickin’ tight each other.

And still, I’m waitin’ for your marriage news guys. A.S.A.P.
Just go ahead and let me know those pretty babes from outta this island.
Unfortunately, I’m still a student anyway, hahahaha

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