math class today

when's the last time you woke up to a radio alarm? this morning i am. i remember i slept late, yet i woke up so early for subuh prayer. remember the one and only rule of hangover: hangover all you like but don't miss the subuh prayer. as i woke up, there's a fading sound of a radio, even you, i believe, can recognized it came out from a radio. i just want you back for good~ so the radio sang. 

it's chill, really chill. and you woke up and you see your best friend is sleeping next to you in this small bed for one. how did we end up here? and she had all the blanket. but hell, it's not even yours. "what time is it?" she asked. "six forty two," as you answered and she close her eyes again. you tried to sleep again, but it's just so god-damned chill. so you made a tea.

as you slurp your tea in the living room, you remember how you ended up here. and you remember, oh crap it's math class today. as it's getting noon-er, she made you a bowl of instant noodle, breakfast for champ hahaha. and it's raining lightly, first time of the year in semarang that it's raining in the morning. you ate your noodle slowly while looking out the window, and not having conversation with her.

and you still think about oh crap it's math class today. you think how crappy the math class today gonna is. and you decided to skip the class, back to bed, while she still going to the class.

oh crap, it's math class today, you keep thinking about it and regret it.

chocolate caramel over the uncertainty

i'm sorry i can't look into your face, even directly stare at your eyes right now. because i know i'll cry. so i'm choosing nooding my head down into my ipad, write this, and occasionally check out the waiter desk or slurping my drink.

"seperti yang kamu dulu pernah bilang ke aku: hujan terjadi ketika kelembaban bumi mencapai 100%, walaupun sudah 99,9999% jika tidak 100% tidak akan turun hujan. aku, pernah sampai 99,9999% itu pernah, ca." 

i do believe you. and i also agree with your confrontation if it is all your fault. 

thanks for the hot caramel chocolate by the way.

14-11-13

longing the december

it's thrusday again and i cried again in the middle of the day. while i really want to call my bestfriend in jogja. she called me once, criying. she cried because she's overhelmed with her job, and her friends were not helping with the stress. and i backed out, i can't call her crying for some dead love. you can't compared to the heavy stress of workloads. i miss them, i miss my real friends. 

well at least now i have december to long for.