Sudirman, July 2nd 2005, 3.30am
WOrk SuckS, mind your own businessI'm tired of doing this, working, so fast, no heart, just work, work, and work!! no soul
I can make this newsletter in one week, but your procedure sucks and make it 2 months!!!
I've lost my apetite for creating!!
I need some sleep...
Sleep with anger within
And woke up with a 5 tons of stubborn rock in my head.
I think I need some hedonism, make it DOUBLE, please!
Blok M, 11.00
Someone so old, carrying a child, about 10 years old
Walking alone in the dark and lonely road
"Pull over, and STOP the car"
Wait until he reach our car...
"Good night Sir, are you okay? Where are you goin? Is your child okay?"
"Yes, he's tired, I'm goin home... to Karanganyer... excuse me, i need to go on"
"Wait... It's 11.00pm and why are you walking, and carrying your son... where are you walking from?"
"I've been walkin from Fatmawati, I don't have anymore money... My grandson need some money to take his annual report, and his father is at Fatmawati, but it turned out that he's out of responsibility with his son..."
"Wait... take this... for you, i think it might help you to go back, and please come with me, i'll bring you home..."
"Thank you... but i think the nearest bus stop will be just fine... really."
"SIr, here... have some drink... And take it with you, you and your grandson must be very tired."
"Haha.. it's okay... i love my grandson, i'll do anything for him."
......... after a while.....
"Stop here, i can take the bus ride from here..."
"Are you sure... ??"
"Yes please, I insist"
(Carrying his son in his arms, he's coming out from the car, throw some smile, say thanks, and walk away...)
Thank you very much old man, when i'm feeling down, you make me realize... a lot of things.
And suddenly, all the gloomy feelings, gone.
Meet my crazy friends... I miss 'em...
Have some coffee at Thamrin...
And then, Sudirman...3.30am
Working... and working... and working
I can breathe the "sucks" atmosphere...
I hate being small in this big world....
And suddenly I hear Moby - Porcelain from my stereo...
I open my windows... and i yell "I Love You Jakarta, Good Morning..."
The wind blows my hair, and my sadness... nothing else matters.
It's just you, my car... and Moby.
PS: Somewhere in Gatot Subroto, If you wondering who yell "I HATE YOU..." in front of your building, that would be ME!!!
posted by Jane Doe @ 3:32 PM
1 Comments:
Well,if anybody in Gatsu realized that there were a girl shouting "I hate You" last week,That girl was ME !! I hate you
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