Saturday, August 28, 2010


You know, sometimes we have no choice in living our days. Or, if there's any, then it may be a trap -at least it's what my cousin said; and I personally think she's true. So, with some other events that happened some previous episodes ago and some changes that distracted your faith you've been building the entire life, you may be cursing now. You're trapped in things you don't want to do, and you don't know how to sail your boat through this ocean of junks -which are things you once respected back then. You no longer believe in originals, for you've figured out that what they claimed as originals are actually not; you begin to do everything soulless. And while you're stiff-stated, suddenly you hear something you don't know how to react to. Should you be happy? But that would be very mean. And if you'd give your sympathy, it wasn't really from your heart. Oh.. the world.. It's always a soap opera, isn't it? Then you stop cursing. But you're not in peace anyway. Not yet. And this post isn't about architecture.

I am rambling now *dizzy head*

Sunday, August 15, 2010


"Dirgahayu Indonesia,
bangsa serta alamnya."
-Indonesia Negaraku (A. Simanjuntak)

Saturday, August 14, 2010

I grow up with them

I've been living here in my neighborhood for nearly twenty years. I grew up walking the streets, watching my neighbors renovated their houses, seeing those kids who played in the field changing uniforms from year to year, and noticing the trees grew bigger. A friend said that those trees also surely noticed me grew, as I went to school everyday passing them, biking as a kid and sometimes driving as a grown up - which is true, I guess.