Aimless Post

Hello. This is me again. Tryin to twist a word or two. Right now, it's only me and digital note books, my lousy grammar, and emotions; I feel like bursting. I don’t have any idea but I know that I need to write. Or I am going to burst. Well, keep on reading. For the next numerous words, sentences or even paragraphs you will read, are just short updates.

Everyday is inconsistent, a contradiction and far from agreement. In what particular way, do not ask. Well are you sure you want to keep on reading? These are just short updates. 10:10pm and it’s so quite down here. It’s only me and the voice inside my head telling me what to write. Well, nothing. Much. I don’t know. Ah. 10:13pm now. Feels like 2am already. 1 minute feels like forever. Writing this diminutive, fastidious arrangement of words unquestionably doesn’t make me feel less of a bad writer. Having envy feelings for those who write without flaw or without intermissions. Hey, am I a bad writer, like, really, what do you think?

11:10pm. Sorry the writing was postponed. It was my brother and his mom coming visiting me. Goddamn I can’t stop smiling! It’s only hours ago when Ibu asked: “Putri kapan main ke Bandung? Lagi liburan kan?” Taunya Ibu malah telpon: “Putri, blok A3 teh dimana? Kok ga ada yang nomor 11 ya?” HAHAHAHHAHA anjir ibu nakal banget! Terus tau-tau udah muncul depan kosan aja. Dicium pipi kanan-kiri-dahi and she said: “Ibu kangen Putriiii!” Ya Allah padahal bukan Ibu sendiri tapi sayangnya bukan main. :’)

And then Ochan showed me his wrist and tadaaaaa…. He wore the watch! Haha glad it fit on you, brotha!

And guess what? Ibu brought me a cake I loveeeeeee the most from Jalan Merdeka! Ya ampuuun I’m flattered she still remembered my favorite cake! Thousand kisses for you, Ibu! And warmest hugs for yous, brother and lil brother! ({})

DAMN I STILL CAN’T STOP SMILING!

P.S. See how moody I am. There. ;p