That is just the way he is

The best. And he is still is.

Today, I texted him, wishing to be home by Friday night, together with him. The ride with him is always fun, accompanied by smooth melody of jazz or acoustic guitar. And stopping by between the trips adds more fun, for he is the real omnivore, can eat every food and magically enjoy them all. He also likes to spend some times on cups of coffee. Hazelnut Latte, his favorite. Or just bottles of mineral water and green tea, stocked up in the dashboard drawer of the vehicle.

Catching up stories with him also can be a great thing. I can learn a whole lotta thing from him. He is a professional in his career, have traveled to many countries and read amount of books. No wonder he can throw you million opinions and you would just stare at, overwhelmed. And his witty sense of humor, spice up our conversation, do silly things in the name of fun, and made me burst out in laughter.

So, I texted him. Although he is extremely busy, for having his life between cities, but he always manages to pick up my phone or reply my text message. Plus, he puts a picture of me on my graduation day as his mobile screen saver. Isn't he sweet?

Hey, can I join you for your weekend trip to Bandung?

An hour has passed. My cell phone still lay quietly on my office table. Oh, well, maybe he is on the fly mode or hasn’t rearranged any trip yet. Never mind.
Then suddenly my ring tone was in the air, his name flashed up on the screen and I picked up the phone. “Hello...”

And I didn’t hear any answer at all. But... that was his voice! I can hear his was explaining something in front of audience who sometimes asked questions. Didn’t know exactly what the topic is, but I guess it was about water and sanitation and such stuffs. Professional in this field, and will gladly share everything about it with everyone, that’s just the way he is. And, accidentally press the wrong button of his PDA, is just the way he is as well.

An hour later, he texted me, he wouldn’t go to Bandung today. Oh, well, it’s OK. I can go to Bandung by my self and let’s just meet in Bandung after haven’t met for more than a month. See you there. And he did it again; accidentally press the wrong button so I can rely on his lecture. This time I took the offer and tried to capture it.

After listening to his ‘lecture’ I hang up the phone and trying to concentrate on my maps. It was hard, because I kept thinking about him and has this heart suddenly wrapped around by imaginary blanket after listening to the lecture. I am proud, I really am.

Even though he presses the wrong button many times, but he is the best. And still is.

Love you, Pa.

A question you should ask yourself

Am I happy?
And said sadly, I’m not. There you go, tears in my cheeks. How can I be happy? I have this accute syndrome of missing my life in Aceh. And somehow I have this dream of visiting another places. Maybe not only visiting, but trying to adjust my daily life there. I don’t want to live in a skycrapper apartments, where the inhabitants barely meet each other. Instead, I want to live in a small house in Seubon Ayon, where every afternoon I can play with the kids on the blocks. Ouch, how pathetic I am.

Am I reaching my dreams? Or am I stumbling behind? What is this path I’m stepping on? It is smooth as it can be, but I’m afraid to slip on it. Am I that happy girl she used to wonder about?

Then again, I quoted Allie from Taken:

Allie Keys: When everything in your life is right on track, it's easy to believe that things happen for a reason; it's easy to have faith. But when things start to go wrong then it's very hard to hold on to that faith. It's hard not to wonder whose reasons these things happen for.

The end of the year is close. New days are waiting to come. While most of my friends tag this line: “It’s time to move on.” I convince my self again and again, back and forth: It’s time to hang on.

Are you? Happy?

Gold in the Air of Summer

So, I’ve been here for days. And I’m sure you want me to be with you. I can see it in your eyes. Those twinkles.And our workload, they are nothing to compare the joy when we share the laughters. Just like old friends who haven’t seeing each others for ages. Or maybe long lost brothers and sisters that used to eat from the same plate or clashed over candies.

I didn't know if you wanted to,
when I came to pick you up.
But you didn't even hesitate,
and now you and me are on our way.
I think I've brought everything we need,
so don't look back,
don't think of the other places you should have been

it's a good thing that you came along with me.
So, I will be back in town in couple of days. And I’m sure that’s the last thing you want to face. I can see it in your eyes. They can shed a tear even if you don’t want to.
Or let me just be. And please grab your guitar then sing the song for me. And I will keep the promise for you.

Gold in the air of summer,
you'll shine like gold in the air of summer.

Gold In the Air of Summer – KoC

Will surely keep the shine on

Innocently violent

They say age is just a number, and the memories proof you are old. And I’m still recalling things you said to me. Or, maybe not said directly, you used your mouth mostly for other activities.

In the dim of dawn light, I found my self as a version of teenage high school girl. Or maybe a freshman from college who wake up next to you. Innocence, yet so brave to do mature things. And you are a stranger who wakes up next to me. Tall and strong, yet so fragile when we were this close. We’ve been here for few days, with not much particular things to do. But there’s nothing more I wanted to do with you anyway.

Days like this should be put in our past. When we didn’t know each other, and busy with our sticky life. When we were young and hot and live the life with full curiosity. We were not afraid to do things we want to do. We crossed the boundaries and do everything on experimental basis. I believe you were slightly skinnier and my eyes have a lot more twinkles. We probably have the same skin tone, back and now. But, damn how we are proud of our appearances now.

When you slowly stroke my hair, and I unconsciously pretended nothing happened, I knew it. This was unregretful spontaneous things I want to have back then. And when we were facing each other, I knew it. This was the missing emotion I should have back then. The young adult woman’s feeling written literally in teenlits genre novels. So eager to explore and and not afraid to try anything. To fall gracefully in love and not ashamed to cry over a heartache.

Taken from Taken

There was one moment in my life, when I was busy with my bachelor degree final project. I could not go faraway, and decided to stays at home a lot. Then I found a refreshment. Well, kinda of. I watched a lot of movies. And there was this mini series, 7 episodes, about UFO and such things. I’m not into science fiction whatsoever, I’d rather stick to festival film about daily life and absurd love story. But this Steven Spielberg fascinated me, really.

It was Taken. And since I saw the mini series, I have this disbelief about ugly green creature with long arms and big black eyes. Probably 7 times two hours shows were all it takes to explain all that out of this world phenomenon. War of the World, another Spielberg movie about UFO, can not even compete Taken movie trailer.

But it is not the UFO that I really fond of. It was Allie. The little girl character in Taken, who used to write in her diary about her life. Very innocent, yet so mature to reflect her questionaires and wonder about it all.

Here, I quoted some of them from this site:

Allie Keys: Sometimes the best way to move into the unknown is to take familiar steps, small steps. To do ordinary things to deal with something that is in no way ordinary. We're always going someplace new, all the time. Familiar things just let us pretend that we aren't moving into unfamiliar territory. You take those small familiar steps, and you try to be honest, not to live as if nothing had changed but still to go on with your life. But there are times when what you need is a piece of how things used to be.

Oh, I love Taken. Not only for showing high tech visual effects, but for Allie's thoughtful diary that gives me insight. They howed me how to see this life from different point of view, and how things can be so differentiate.

Wish You Were Here Is Not Only Written in a Postcards

Pulau Peucang, 20 October 2007

Dear Babe,
Have been missing you very much. I’m here, in such a paradise, with 8 boys, and they are nothing compare to you. Uhm, most of them are my old friends, and connecting with them was like opening an old diary. Names, places and memories sometimes pop up in my head.

If I’m not mistaken, we’ve been missing each other recently. I know there will be another session of running away from reality, only time will define. But, surely, I will do that again with you, babe. We are definitely a great team when it comes to the beach. We stuff our backpack with goggles, bikinis, mosquitoes repellent, mineral water, MP3 player + portable speaker, bigframe sunglasses, teabags and of course thousand stories of our rollercoaster life.

You are one of a rare kind that can enjoy the beach exactly the way I do. Some pepole can never enjoy the beach, they say beach is too hot and sticky and nothing challenging about it. Some people can enjoy it too much by diving into it and never mind the sunset. While the rest afraid of the sun and prefer to go to the mall instead.

I don’t know what is it with me and you and beach, babe. I love blue and beige color. So the sky, the water, and the sand are perfect combination. I also enjoy the freedom of minimalist outfit to wear. A plain t-shirt, short and flip flops, that’s all you have to wear to enjoy the place. Ouw, and you know I have started a set of bikinis collection.

My friend, Blinky, once said, that the best way to enjoy the beach is to sit in a distance, not too far so you still can enjoy the breeze and the scenery, accompanied by a bottle of cold beer. For me, the best part of summer holiday is when we have cups of tea or coffee, after all afternoon of swimming and getting our skin tanned. Our hearts are still warm because of the sunset. Seems like the sun gives its shine for us before it take a rest for a while. The quiet of the evening and the sounds of our laughter. The way we manage to reach the shoreline and proof that our dark skin is still exotically attempting. Surely, I will repeat it once more. Ah, this kind of missing you is too painful, babe.

Please remind me one day, if we are old and too busy with our family life, that this kind of escapade is willing to be taken again. We couldn’t run forever babe, but at least knowing that you are exist in the world, make me realize that I’m not the only person who’s in love with the sea and worship it like crazy. Together we are strong babe. Jalesveva jayamahe. Haha.

Still the question popped up in my head, what is it with you and me and the beach, Babe?

Love, as always,


That City

Hey, buddy. Sorry for not around, but I know you wouldn’t expect me to be around either. I am away from the city once again, although this time is not that far. But, the good thing is, I am in that city. Yup, THAT CITY! Maybe, you will raise your eyebrow and ask “What city?” and I will smile. That city, babe. The place we’ve ever dreamed of. Because we think the beach and the largest prostitution place will crack us up. And then you might ask again, “Did we have a plan to visit it?” And I will smile again. That means yes. Probably you wouldn’t remember anyway. But on the flight I was thinking, wait a minute; I should be here with you. Yeah, we talked about this city as our next destination while we were on our East trip. That day, I wished so much to have it come true.

And it did come true. Only, we arrived in different time. I know you’ve been here on 2004. When I was trapped in our beloved city, which we left later. I can picture you here, busy with the workshop and shop souvenirs for your mom and girlfriend. While I have been spending my per diem like crazy, and wishing so much for you to be with me.

Having you as a traveler bud is such a pleasure. Well, there were times you kept quiet and wouldn’t let me involved in your activities then I would feel left alone. Poor me. I must have not standing on your way. You will be flying all the way to your dreams. As you always fill up your daily ife with them.

In life, you are riding TS motorcycle with all your might, ready to run and jump and hit the bumpy road or whatever the obstacles might be. You don’t need to look around, you know exactly your destination is. And time, is not the limit for you to get there.

And I? Well, maybe I prefer a bicycle instead. It can be a little fast, only need extra efforts. I bring my camera along, and sometimes stop a while for a snap. Yes, I am enjoying the scenery. Direction? Destination? Yes I know, but I want a joyride until I get there. Maybe it is the same point we’re trying to reach. But surely you arrive ahead before time, and I left steps behind. But, that doesn’t matter.

Knowing we are heading the same direction is a guarantee that I am on the right path anyway. Being here today, I take it as a sign that I on the right side.

Walk on Water

Recently, I found my self grew a fond of something new. Well, it might have been exist for a long time, and I’ve already know it from the Introduction of Oceanography lecture. But when the time is finally arrived, and I eventually met it, eye to eye, I can’t help but falling in love all over.

Sand dune.
It is as beautiful as it is. Stretching in the middle of the strait, connecting blue turquoise water in between and made you feel like walk on water.
Yes, meeting you, eye to eye, and dare you to say the words, would be a walk on water.

Another thing is... The sand dune is temporary. It is only available at the time of low tide. Fling mode on. Nothing last forever. And the reality just hit me right there. Even such a beautiful thing like this, will be ripped of from us anyway.

The sand dune in you, a walk on water, and then an on and off mode. Reality Bites.

Picture of Karimun Jawa Islands.

Homesick, cause I no longer know where home is

I’m totally lost here. Right in the middle of skycrapper jungle. I gotta find my way back to the shore. Whereas my ship is waiting, and it is gonna take me away. Somewhere.

Where the sky is blue and every rain has a rainbow at the end. Where people greets me with a warm big smile and a friendly hello. And when the time for party comes, they’ll be all high and cheers, without getting too drunk and ruin the show. We’re gonna be intentionally festive for all day and all night long. I will be invited, and asked for a dance or two, or sing a song or two or just running around with my big fat camera. We will be in my memories, in my memory card, in my hard disk memory capacity or printed and then glued onto my scrapbook.

Where I can lay down at the end of the day, feeling too zen to jump around. Where I have a comfort corner just to stuff information and knowledge into my overloaded little brain. Where there is a window to the world just to see there is nothing between me and the sky. Or the world itself.

Where everynight, I can sit on the porch and gaze at the vast pitch black sky, and all the twinkling stars will smile back at me. They are similar like good friends, you don’t where they are or what they do in the mean time, but you know they serioulsy exist. And you won’t find any words related with loneliness here.

Oh, help me, I’m so lost at the crossroad. All the lights are blinding and no street signs available. Lend me DGPS or something technically correct to find a home. Somewhere faraway or nearby. Where it is a place to long for and a family to share hugs and kisses. Where the sky is blue and the clouds are white and fluffy. Where I can hear the gentle sound of waves crushing into the sandy beach. Where a sunset will paint a perfect picture.

so I lose some sales
and my boss won't be happy
but there's only one thing on my mind
searching boxes underneath the counter
on a chance that on a tape I'd find

a song for
someone who needs somewhere
to long for

- Homesick – Kings of Convenince -

And of course, wherever I can feel your presence in every step and every beat.

Under the Medicine and Dreaming

I can’t sleep well last night. What do you call it? Insomniac? Well, maybe I am in that state of it right now. This isn’t the first time. I have experienced similar nite before. Most of them were very tiring. Usually I keep on turning my back againt and the wall or vice versa. And I try so hard to keep my eyes closed. But, rarely it happens to me. They call me sleepyhead and I am a little proud of it.

Ah, my sleep weren’t as tight as before. Couple of nites ago I remember, I was sleeping on my bed with the lights and the radio on, then woke up at about 3 am. That edge of nite. And the song played in the radio was always Secret Garden by Bruce Springsteen. Along with Dorothy’s words echoed softly in the air,
“... I love him Laurel, I love him... I love him for the man he wants to be and I love him for the man he almost is”
That melodius lyrics and the strange feeling I have in my heart. The slide show of you and shadows of your walk. The voice of your laughters and the distance between us.
And then Mr. Cruise or Mr. Maguire replied,

“You... complete... me...”

I nodded my head off. But last night, without the songs, my eyes were wide awake. I tried to read London Short Stories because the little font and that bloody accent sometimes get me down. I’m under the medicine and still I can’t sleep. While sometimes wo cups of coffee don’t affect me.

Ah, have I had my heart broken again?

She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
She'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away

- Secret Garden (OST Jerry Maguire) – Bruce Springsteen -

A Happy Ending Demanding

For once in my life, I just want to be there.
Right in the heart of children section. I know, a fancy book store, that everytime I look at the back covers of their books, my hand will put it back on the shelves. Yup, I've seen the price tag. Regretfully.
Although I am not that wealthy enough to purchase all of their books (beside, there's no point of doing that), but I can still enjoy the services, can't I?
Because, for once in my life, I just want to be there. Surrounded by colorful books. Sitting on a comfy not too puffy carpet. And in the bliss of enjoying the sound from children running around noises. Taking books one by one from the shelves, put it on my lap and do the aaahhh-ohhhh-ahhhhh (please, do not take this as making out session) while gazing at the illustrations. Hilarious and heartwarming stories, all at once. That will set the stars in my eyes, and paint a full smile in my face.
For once in my life, I just want to be there. With you.

Not a happy ending, though.
I've come to realise. Not every happy ending stories have a heartwarming moral. And not every heartwarming stories have a happy ending.

Ahhh.. don't we all, human, want them both?

Heavy Feet

Now, how can you leave such a beautiful place like this?

Well, is it the only thing to be grateful about? Said sadly, I could not list many things. Maybe that's the reason I have to step my feet again. This time it is not even lighter. My self, my body and my soul are torn apart to pieces. I came to pick up things left, and can not manage to bring it all. You know exactly what part would be left again.

Yup, home is where the heart is.


Well, maybe this is a certificate to let me open an official kissing lesson ;)

You're an Expert Kisser

You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity
You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off
And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave
When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable

A Letter for a Friend

Hello, Heartache. It’s been a long time since we’ve been together. That’s why I write you this letter. Last November you were with me for our quality time. Had insomniac night, bulimic our self until my pants size get smaller, and wandered in the lonely streets of the town. Maybe it was not the best time of our life, but I must say I learn a lot from it. A lot than I could handle.

You taught me how to be patience, Heartache. You showed me how emotion can trigger some of physical symptoms and how we can physically suffer from our emotionally intentions. It is the thing I remember the most. I begin to familiarize my self with a thing called sadness and tears without teardrop. I still remember, how we were together in the night, the clock was ticking very slowly while you and I sit next to each other, counting every minutes before sunrise. Sometimes I was very afraid to have you near me, so I chose another companion. And you just sorted everything out, creating a new friend list. It is how sweet of you, heartache, to show me companions.

People say they do crazy things for love, ouw, hello? Don’t you realize the hidden power in you, heartache? Yup, you are the wheel of insanity action and powerful effort. And no matter how hard I tried to reach for love, in the end I know, I was helpless. And then you showed how to pray, and the magic of our beliefs. Aha! You made me believe that Up Above, He has been listening for all this time. But still, you were surprised when I show you that yoga could bring the wave of joy over you. Funny, indeed.

I said goodbye to you on the airport. I moved. Not very far, Heartache. But I have to go on. Not only to find that I can stand on my own, but in general I decided to fight for life for a while, give up on love. And voila! I realize that it is the one that fight for me. Sorry, dear friend, it is not that I don’t need you, but I really don’t want to take advantage of you anymore. Enough is enough, Heartache.

And now as I am writing this letter to you, I smiled. I said hello, not to invite you over to my place (I know you hate traveling), but just to let you that I am fine and Ok, here. And more or less to say, I wouldn’t been here if it wasn’t because of you. You were one of those killer teachers, for giving me such a difficult and hard lesson. But you know I would survive, as I did. Within the short period of test, you labeled me as your remarkable student. So, thank you, Heartache.


Dita A.
November 2006

Amphidromic Point

Last night we talked about tide. Yup, the one I learn back then at college. Proudly to say, the professor gave me an A. And I explained happily and unstoppable about how moon and earth attract each other and resulting the movement of water mass in the world. The force is greater as the distance becomes closer. You need parties here, the moon and the earth. How they evolve around each other, lighten by the sun and become one universe. At some point and some time we have flood tide or ebb tide. And at some extreme points, there are neap tide and spring tide. Ah, you don’t want to know the details here. Although, I will explain it with a great excitement if you ask. My pleasure.
This is interesting, ya? The idea of the earth and the moon attract each other gave me a wishful thinking. This is analogically how we affect each other. I touched someone and he reached for mine and together we create a universe. Altogether with twinkling stars and softy doff orange sun. I don’t mind if you correct me, because the sun is a star after all.
Aaahh... science is always fascinating me. Overwhelmed by its certainty, which constructed a map in mind. Head over heels by its way of logically thinking and how it just won’t tolerate emotionally behavior. See? Even science hasn’t discovered a label for this kind of sickness yet. But, someday science might reveal what we had for so long.

For example, this map of amphidromic point of tides. They have exist since the first beginning of the earth rotation, although this model was discovered long after that.

Someday, baby. Someday when the distance is closer, and the force is greater, our brain will do the math, and our heart will answer each other's questions. And we will smile gratefully about the what we've been through. And we won't sing this song with joy, because at least we understand the first sentence. *smile to you*

How tides control the sea, and what becomes of me
How little things can slip out of your hands
How often people change, no two remain the same
Why things don't always turn out as you plan

Things I Don't Understand - Coldplay

Swing Away from Banda Aceh

Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand....until you hold my hand

Swing Life Away - Rise Against

This is special for all these days here. For all the faded loneliness and welcome hugs. The time when I was away and the moment I found home. The way I step my feet on the ground and you all made me fly. For giving up love and open hands for more.
I shed a tear as I was writing this. I didn’t lie. Yes honey, I am that tear jerky. You don’t want to know how fragile I was when I first arrived at Iskandar Muda. To be gratefully, now you will notice my state of happiness at the first time you look at me.

This land is so much more than a living laboratory for me. So much more than people have talked about. Be here, and be ready for your transformation. You know, you will need it to be whole.
I am ready for another transformation. But if I could have one wish, I hope this is not the last time of breathing this fresh air and be a witness of your beautiful sunset, Banda Aceh.

Over Excited Mint Car Mode - on

This is the song of falling in love.
It always knows how to steal my gloomy mood away.
I will be singing and dancing and laughing and having this twinkles in my eyes.
Ah, you know me. Had those days in three months, piled up in the same office space, you must be the witness of my mint car over excited mood.
Still, the best memories of this song is when we were holding our hands, walking down the Gatot Subroto road, watched by the sun who set in and I sing it out loud.
“The sun is up I’m so happy I could scream!!”
La di da di da…
“Vanilla smile and gorgeous strawberry kiss…” Smile at you, dahling.
And you stared at me while falsing the notes “Say it will always be like this, the two of us together..”
The exact favorite part of mine.

This is the song of falling in love. Let it stay in that way. Let me stay in that way with you.
Happy 8, Rawky. Let us stay in this way, intentionally and emotionally.

Casa Caia

It’s been a week.

I’ve been far away from the land I’ve been born for more than a week. Well, if this is what I wanted for so long, I really shouldn’t complain.
I’ve been working in a field for five days. Caia. I wonder what it would be like at the first place? Is it windy and dusty and all that? Does the sun strike hot or does it rain all the time? I am here for support flood victims, so I should consider the water aspect. And the most twinkling question, what will I learn as soon as I get there?

But, now as I am here, hopefully I am well enough to read the world.

And I am speechless. I am trying hard to read everything and with less time I have here, the words just wouldn’t come out fluently. Thank God, I had this lovely camera with me. They say, pictures can paint thousand words. Hopefully it will work this time. Just to share.

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Nite picnic under Luna Llena

Then, why can’t I paint you? Here with me…

Two Kinds

We’re the two of two kinds

One day, we manage to have a trip together to our hometown. At the train station we met. And on our physical appearances, you can tell the different by looking at a glance. She is pretty much of a girly type, I guess. She wore pedal pusher pants and a simple t-shirt, with a brand written on its front that will set your mind to girly stuffs. A flat beautiful ballet shoes and a leather handbag suited her outfit. When she saw me, she gave a comment directly “Oh boy, you are sooo backpackers.” While I didn’t bring any backpack at all. It was just me, with my too-big-to-be-true-stroller travel bag, my kiss-don’t-kill black t-shirt, my boot cut jeans, my bright green armpit bag and of course my blue jacket.

We chatted along all the way home, just like girlfriends do. 4 hours in the train, cached up stories and some of the juicy rumors about our friends. She told me about the problems she had with her boyfriend, hopefully they’re both OK now. And I told her about this relationshit about me and my beau. Along this conversation, I found out that...

On career. She is amazingly smart, which makes every other girl, even boys, will green with envy. And me, well, I’m not dumb, only dumber. Ha-ha.
She‘s gonna be the next promising career woman by working hard in a lab for avian influenza innovation. Oh, I have the clear picture of her in my mind, with knee length pencil skirt, lean and tidy shirt, a blazer, high heels, and a black fancy leather handbag. Add a clean white laboratory coat to cover all. I’m gonna be the next promising one also (or so I wish), but probably will come out in a different version.
She dreams to travel where human has built the early ancient cultural infrastructure, while I have this obsession of witnessing every possible coastline and the great outdoor.

On love. She is very committed in a relationship, while I like to play around and have my own flirtatious world, yummy yummy.
She is into possession, while freedom is top on my list. For examples, she needs her boyfriend to care about her, gave her a tolerable limited socialization and showed her the devotion by jealousy. On the other hand, I have to have my own space and no need of jealousy this and jealousy that.
She likes manly and masculine type of guy, while I fall for androgyny and don’t ask why.

On nothing and everything.
She likes fruits and vegetables while I always crave for sugary sweets and chocolate.
A cute handbag versus brand reliable old backpack.
She has this bunches of girlfriends while usually I am the only girl in the crowd.
In high school, she listens to Spice Girls and I hate that kind of thing and would rather choose Pearl Jam instead.

But, we’re the best of friends

For Cil. We do have something in common. A warm feeling in our heart, that won’t limited by distance and space, for our loved one. You, welcome me to the club.

That Rockaway feeling

I can feel it’s ending. That Sundays, when everyone rushed to the beach just because we had unseasonably warm weather in late September, ...