29 March 2009

Strung Out

Sunday is always a lazy day for her. She had the same feeling, the same mood for sunday for this past two years, since she moved in to Bandung for so-called college. Wake up in the morning. Still in bed. Yawning. Oh, how she loves that soft and warmly blanket. She could stay, hiding inside that thing, forever.

Sunny sunday
Rainy sunday
... doesn't matter. It's always the same. Always the same.

Few messages, phone calls, and all that stuffs are companies. And, yeah... the internet is truly, eternally her best friend. Once the internet connection get troubled, she couldn't breathe. Wow, she haven't shut down the computer for, like, two days or so.

So much thoughts she keeps by herself. Written down, mostly. But she can't find it anywhere. Well, I must say, the room is a nightmare! She could care less about that, she can sleep comfortably on that. But not me. Gee, I can't help it. That's not so good and such a not-everyday-stuff. Pretty, maybe, but not in my point of view.

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