about-love problem solving

September 23, 2009 § 1 Comment

song chart memes

Love is something difficult huh? I have no doubt to agree with it.


monologue #50: I want to read it, I really do

September 19, 2009 § 2 Comments

Chuck On Pygmy

The lead character is a 13-year-old foreign exchange student sent to live with a suburban, white, middle-class family. Oh, and they’re Christians. The visit is for six months, and he’s one of a dozen similar kids, all shipped to America to live with typical families. The secret truth is that Pygmy is a terrorist, trained since infancy in martial arts, chemistry and radical hatred of the United States. He has six months to build a prize-winning project for the National Science Fair. If he succeeds, he and his project will go to Washington, D.C. for the finals competition — where the project will explode, killing millions. So far, Gerry Howard says it’s the best book I’ve done. Fingers crossed for luck.


Wait for me at Periplus, darling!

monologue #49: window sitting

September 18, 2009 § 4 Comments

I love to sit next to the window, try to capture what’s outside the window! Actually, there is a graveyard beside of my house, you can see trough the window, while at the other side, you may see some tress. For me, I better be on the tree view side. It’s not as scary at the other side. Hahaha.

monologue #48: wise one

September 12, 2009 § 4 Comments


One of the most wise friends  I have ever had, Nadira Quamila. 🙂

give up

September 9, 2009 § Leave a comment

Blue Sky Collapse
Music and Lyrics by Adhitia Sofyan

As I walk to the end of the line
I wonder if I should look back
To all of the things that were said and done

I think we should talk it over

Then I noticed the sign on your back
It boldly says try to walk away
I go on pretending I’ll be ok
This morning it hits me hard that

Still everyday I think about you
I know for a fact that’s not your problem

But if you change your mind you’ll find me
Hanging on to the place
Where the big blue sky collapse

As I stare at the wall in this room
The cracks they resemble your shadow
When everyday I see time goes by
In my head everything stood still

I’m waiting for things to unfreeze
Till you release me from the ice block
It’s been floating for ages washed up by the sea
And it’s drowning, thought you should know that

You see people are trying
To find their way back home
So I’ll find my way to you

I’m messed up without him. Without this super duper business I think I’ll attempt to suicide.

i wish my head was portable.

September 5, 2009 § 6 Comments

So, I wouldn’t feel any headache by heartache.

Anyway, happy more than a thousand something visitor.

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