MY WEEKEND BEEN THRU’

I jot down this maybe just to be looked cool. Such a mobile person or something. Travelling to places, but I (with capital i) wasn’t exactly really there. Started on Friday, after last class of the week (again, no lecturer, beside, I wanna off this class so I can have long weekend), gliding to Reading Light, sorta book store, watched (boooorrreed) movie and attended little discussion.

Hey wait, actually it started on Thursday afternoon. I’ma second level senior now, called Tatip. This stage I don’t make friends with super junior (TPB ). I was gotta meet the TPBs (Diani, couldn’t find ya) in a occasion under the Pasopati bridge (cooool place!).

Kinda fun, meeting people. Gossiped with Iki, Peo, Manda, friendly kisses with Achi and Femmy, and more social intercourse with otherS which earned invitation to Kyooki where some Kriya colleague arranged fashion show.

That’s it. Back to LFM and SMS-ed Carryn,”Will we go there?” Then Carryn, Bryn, Adit, Fuadi, and I went to Kyooki at about midnight. Damn, Carryn didn’t bring my things (wat was that? hehe). Bryn mad at me about something. And that something I realized as my always problem. Lukman told me once about it, too. It’s whole goddamn same things I can’t handle. Long sigh. Spending the rest of the night frowning and couraging my soul.

Back to Friday. After the movie, Ais, Adit, and I grab some dinner at Asih’s. I was anxious because at the same time, Brit It On, some british invasion, no no, sucha tribute to British music, was started in my campus. Carryn was calling me on and on. Playing Nidji please… haha, poor band to jokes.

Finally I got campus at eight thirty FM *smirk* 8.30 PM. My last gig was Riot at DTH. Kangen juga ya, Car? As usual, I don’t really have friends on gigz. Floating. Pulled down by Dayu and Femmy to the dance floor. Whispered with Sally. One day affair with Perhat (hey you didn’t ride me home! Liars, haha). Met boyzZ… Hello Dennis, my friend’s friend, hehe. Met someone whose new haircut made him looked sleeping. No I was lying. You’re looked good. Hello Rimba, Bayu, Gin, Banyu! Alif, and of course all my Annemarie friends.

Okey, I hookeyed. I skip LFM’s important program. Sory. Been so long never escaping. I name it Parahyangan Escape. Sitting near the business class window. I was so familiar with the drowning feeling in the drowning damn seat with a drowning-causing scenery.

Got Gambir on Saturday mid-day. Walk across the street to Petasan Grafis at National Gallery. Haha, but the fact was not that easy! I wrong-remembered the venue so I went to Elephant Museum first. Gobloooog…. 10 grands Rupiahs loss to ojeg back and forth. Syalaaann…. *Bekti’s style. Watched the exhibition and consulted face-to-face with expert designers. Whooh… good experience! Hey, while 32 Degrees Exhibition I was being sick, damn couldn’t went there!!

My parents picked me up. I can’t remember the day The Upstairs supposed to play at Citos. 26 or 27? Today or tomorrow? I SMS-ed Anggi but neither she knew. My Dad offerred me to directly driving to Citos. I said OK. From outside, I could see Pocari Sweat banner. Hey, it’s today! I SMS-ed Anggi to just go down here, but she couldn’t. my other friend Dinar was at her house sharing her problem. Dammnn. “Oh Mother oh Father would you wait me for a second?” So they waited orderring coffee at Dome. I went far from them so they couldn’t see me dancing. But I wasn’t so dancing either. Alone and wrong costume? Yucks. Oh my God, Jakarta Modern Darling! (it’s the second time I watched Apster in Jakarta)

Apparently, my parents (hey, good rhymes) couldn’t stay long. Hehehe, there was 17 celebrating in my neighbourhood. Adieu Apster at Disko Darurat. Hella good show, they brought old songs!! Dancing on a weak floor foundation? Uuuw… run to the nearest pillar!

While walking to the car, guess who called up me?!! Yess, that Motorhead Boy (read my older postings) a.k.a Mr. Stranger. Ha, he’s cute!
"Dimana loe?"
"Di Citos! Lagi nonton Apster, haha"
"Ya udah, gw ke situ, ntar malem lo gak usah pulang aja ya..."
Crazy bastard, hohoho. Tentu saja ajakan untuk mengarungi Jakarta gue iyakan dengan semangat, tapi bessoookkk.....! I should've let my parents gone by saying my friend's gonna pick me up (though surely they wouldm't let me, hehe)

Went home and went to the basketball court just in front of my house. Happy happy Dirgahayu Republik Indonesia. Hello hello neighbours. Met my Ex *rolling eye ball* Oh, Happy Birthday to Nungki...!

On Sunday, Nungki treated me lunch at the local mall, Margo City Square. Ha ha ha. Catched the train back to Bandung at 4.30 PM. And now I’m sitting here tune in to Counter Star Rase FM. Tomorrow class is started. It’s the same situation with the last disaster. Come on, honey, don’t go back to the condition “enggan-tidur-menolak-makan-takut-bangun-thousands-glasses-of-cappuchino”. Or smoking-fucked up-smoking evil circle.

There’s no reason to HS. Hidup Segan. Remembered all the decision I’ve made not so long before. However, the content of the glass is a half. See it as a half empty is really not helping. I shouldn’t need Bryn to reminds me that there are my friends supporting me. Lukman said so. Asih said so. Dinar said that life is always Failures, just how we shall Survive.

Thanks y’all.