You and me. Like a scratch to an itch. 

Am I the scratch or the itch?
I don't know.
You tell me. 

Wish Them Well

Lovely people. I must remember to thank them.

That KRL Life

  Those who hate Sunday just because it's near Monday. 

errrr . . no

Wouldn't it be nice to just watch? To not participate.

To just observe everything from a distance. To make comments and sneers. 

Not having a single care to what will happen. To just be entertained by it all.

No, It wouldn't.

Kiasan

Samar tak terlihat
Mengagumi dan terikat
Terbuang tertinggal
Semua cerita lama
Benahi semua yang tercerai
Dan kini aku kembali
Dan bayangan itu
Kembali mengungkap yang lalu
Diam tak bernyawa
Bercerita di dalam sepi
Kau dan waktuku
Kau dan ceritamu
Larut terdampar
Di ceritamu
Di kiasan kita bertemu
Dan berjalan di kertasku
Di kiasan waktu berhenti

Thrown in at the Deep End

Thrown in at the deep end.
And I don't know if i can swim.
Can I swim? It definitely feels like I can swim
And everyone's treating me like I can swim.
Maybe I can swim.

But what if I can't?
What if I drown? Whose fault is it then?
Is it mine? Or is it everyone's for assuming the best in my swimming ability.

Regardless. I need to learn to swim, ASAP.

Aamiin

Ibu pun tidak tahu

Arahku hendak kemana

Ia hanya tahu enggan kemana

Semoga itu cukup

Semoga itu baik

Last Night's Haircut [2]

Do all barbershops hate me? Do they have an all barber national organization and have a list of people whose lives to fuck up? Am I forever on that list? Did I offend every barber in Indonesia in some way? 

Last Night's Haircut

As I paid the barber last night, I said:

How dare you.

I shouldn't be paying for this.

You've ruined my life for at least a month.

Why am I paying for this.

You should be giving me money as compensation.

This is anarchy!

Then I thanked him out loud and smiled as I left the place.