BBBBOREDDDD

i really want to write a lot of thing but i don't know which part i should begin. i want to tell you guys how's these long weekend of mine going but its just too precious that i suddenly can't get the proper sentence to start with.

so for this one post just let me tell you for some short of things.

i don't know what kind of feeling it is, what kind of strange syndrome it is but i feels weird with my self.

don't you found out the same?

i've already posted 3 posts today on this blog (its so weird and rare btw)

its been a week since i always sleep on Sasha's room. more than a week i think. oh yes 8 days. its been 8 days i didnt sleep on my own room.

its been a couple days since i suddenly feel like wanted to start to painting again.

i suddenly remember all the stuffs like canvas and everything that i left on my hometown.

its been a couple days since i suddenly feel like wanted to start writing a story again.

i suddenly remember mas Gong, mas Qzink, mas Iqbal, the very first writing teacher of mine. I suddenly remember every particular words mas Gong has taught me when i was on elementary school. I suddenly remember the nama pena that i've created 6 years ago and i laugh so hard every time i remember that. I suddenly remember how my tears fell when i found out i successfully make my first cerpen out on newspaper (i was clearly remembered it was nada-irama, the title is a bit.... HAHAHAHA), I suddenly remember when my second cerpen could be on a kumcer book and i felt like wanted to jumping to the moon because of that. I suddenly remember how i finally made it; make my cerpen and mas Gola Gong's cerpen in to one book. and i was terribly happy i could be on a stage for bedah buku, it was on Gramedia something in Jakpus. those feeling when you nailed something. i suddenly remember everything.

reminiscing the old time is indeed always funny.

the moment, the mementos, the smell that remind you to some other things.

i miss those 17ish time of mine. i miss going to Banten TV and hosting a program.

i miss going to Salon on subuh for having a make up as a Dupar and walking beside bu Atut (oh God i've heard a lot about her, its terrible :( )

i miss my high school time, i miss my school uniform, i even miss studying physics and chemist.

ok. i think i am just bored.

and it does kill.

oh really i need a new air.