i wonder when will i would really stop writing and thinking about things. last night when i was on my bed, was doing an easy conversation with brothers, i sat back and think about what i have been passed since i was working. i have been thinking about million things and willing to write a lot of idea here. i just stuck with less energy and time left in my life. again, i am grateful of what i have, i just know this won't last, so why bother?
anyway, i had lots of things to catch, baru sadar kalo belakangan saya terlihat teratur dan terencana. i don't really like it -being organised and clear. (ini kenapa kata 'organised' digarisin merah deh sama blogger? do they use american english instead of british? >>> tuh, saya masih sama kan, mempermasalahkan masalah yang nggak masalah.
i found something on the front desk in my house.it was a short story, typed by i guess a high school student with sexual disorderliness. it tells about a hopeless guy waiting for his true love in high school. this girl has married and has two children, yet, he's still in vain and expecting this girl would appear in the cafe they used to drank in old times. i am a bit mesmerised, this could be me. i just think that people don't drink beer in a cafe, and i don't think a cafe has a hard rocking music. i then reminded of my boyfriend's past story because this guy in this story has a high school love. what made me laugh was the way this story described its sexual activity in funny and silly way. i smiled reading it and could not stop grinning imagining their high school love and sex.
unfortunately, i didn't do sex in high school, silly i know. i didn't drink much beer also on high school. i did have kisses but not as dramatic as this story told me. i am curious about the writer of this story and who put it on my front desk. anyway, i ended up smiling at the end of its story, it ended sadly, as always, i dislike sad story ending. i never judge anything, anyone. i just spread opinion and support it with arguments. whatever.
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