i couldn’t sleep. i dunno, maybe too much laziness today. oh…what a marvelous quiet world in this almost morning hour.
i open my window, feel the cool breeze of the beginning of a new day. i’m listening to Jamie Cullum - What A Difference A Day Made. one of his lyric says: "what a difference a day made. twentyfour
LITTLE hours…" and yeah, the boy was damn rite! i just talk over the phone
with my ex gf on my way home from sunday mass and i was saying the same thing. 
for me, 24 hours is like not enough. she said what, adding another 6 hours?
that’s crazy enough to talked about, and we just laugh on it. i love working, i
even thought of going to my work place in saturday, crazy huh? when others
want everyday is holiday. its like i got so many things to do. we got so many
things to do. one of my preacher in a regular sermon says: "if one couldn’t sleep,
then one got no blessing. coz good nite sleep is a blessing." hmph, he got me
there…..but this is the waking hours of my brain, of my soul to stop for a
moment in my life and think. i lose myself after i got this job. not that i hate it.
but back in the days i’m free as a wild fox, i used to ride my bike in the middle
of the night listening to my CD player hitting the road of Jakarta, anywhere. or
just ringing over my friend’s phone, ask them to do blind-photography, hit the
gas, find a nice spot and snap! cool pictures of nite life in a big city. or just
walking by myself with a nice warm jacket, music in my pocket plugged to my
ear and passing every street corner or redlights. sometimes i passed a person
sleeping on the side walk with his son, or a grampa just alone curving himself
into warmth. everytime i saw them i could do nothing to make their life better.
just whisper to myself softly: "Lord, bless them." becoz i believe word is the
most powerful energy ever.
well, that’s just fun memories i could only talked now. i’m stuck in my moment
rite now. bored of nothingness. i guess i need few changes, again. i love to
re-decorate my room (i used to do it every two month or so) i guess i got some
difficulties finding the right time.
i like night time, it’s like u could do almost anything. not mention no sound at all,
peacefull and calm. i never lit my light in my room. only my desk lamp. i like
darkness, it felt comfortable. soothing soul & my eyes. my friends think i’m
weird. i don’t really care.
my room is such a pig stall. i don’t like maid to do my room, it’s not gonna be
called my room, but their room instead eh? i gotta do some crazy shit again, do
something challenging. i miss drawing again. my scetch book & ol’ reliable pencil
need to be woken up soon. i’m tired of parties, never stop turntable, i need a
gettaway. first i gotta take a look in the mirror, saying to the person reflected
there: c’mon, let’s make another changes!
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