Sebaik - baiknya manusia adalah manusia yang tidak sia - sia di dunia.
etbuseet. kate siape? * kata siapa*
tanggal 6 Agustus, jam 2 pagi. bangun dan mandi.
apa yang bakal gue lakuin 4jam kedepan adalah hal yang menurut gue penuh resiko dan bodoh, dan ngga memikirkan apa yang terjadi. jangka panjangnya bagaimana itu masa bodo.
yang jelas. jam 2 pagi. mandi, make up'an dan jalan kaki menuju bandara Ngurah Rai Bali untuk keutuhan kehidupan penuh ambisi dan gairah gue. JAKARTA.
dan sejauh ini cuma Jakarta dan Melbourne yang terlihat menggiurkan di mata anak kecil songong kayak gue. ada apa di Jakarta? ada apa di Melbourne?
itu yang selalu gue sangsikan. gue ngga mau ngedengar aja dari orang gimana itu Jakarta? atau ngebaca dari koleksi buku hasil minjem temen yang ngga gue balikin. gue pengen ke Jakarta untuk liburan dan mengisi rasa haus gue yang terlanjur gede dan viola. gue di jakarta.
my first place to hang arround is here. Pantai Indah Kapuk Hospital in Cengkareng. Jakarta.
gue harus ketemu Rheinner Nickolaus Mawar dan bilang kalau gue ada di Jakarta. karna dia belum tau sama sekali kalau adeknya yang satu ini gila.
Di Jakarta, Gue cuma ketemu 4 Orang yang gue kenal.
Yap, 4.
dari beribu - ribu teman yang kuliah di Jakarta, Bogor, Depok, Bandung.
melihat teman Ende- Bali mereka nyasar ini ngga ngebuat mereka sama sekali tertegun dalam hati dan mengingat kebaikan gue selama ini,
dan ngga ada yang mau nemenin gue selama 2 minggu di Jakarta.
damn guys. thank you.
So, I stayed in Cawang, near by UKI.
Cause Rhein didnt allowed me to stay in Cengkareng,
guess what, cause the society didnt allowed him to stay with his sister.
apa ndak salah, wajah kami sangat amat mirip. KTP isinya dengan nama keluarga yang sama.
kami orang timur pak,
nama keluarga sama ya berarti satu keluarga.
ndak kayak disini, nama Bianca dan Paijo punya nama keluarga bisa Kimberly atau Suprapto.
dude, we didnt work that way.
okay,
back again.
I stayed with Rhein Girlfriend, one of the most generous person i met in my entire life.
she brought me to Gramedia, which is for me it was heaven on earth.
even tho im in Bali, reaching out for Gramedia the book store is quite hard than i thought.
she introduced me to fancy life style that yet is quite not that fancy.
we live in 2x3 rooms.
and it cost more than my place back in bali, wth?
Jakarta.
please be nice. hahaha.
masalahnya itu, ya kalau di Bali kamu bisa bilang,
you wont died because you can stay everywhere cause its so cheap. i mean not the hotel.
Kost - Kost'annya.
but you would die if you can choose wisely the intertaiment or the options of meals and jewerly.
i mean, you still got an option to enjoyed your life without thinking that your bedroom will cost more than your lifestyle.
meh, i couldnt.
Jakartaa... oh.. Jakartaa..
And,
i dont have anything to said about Jakarta.
everybody already spoiled me with Jakarta things such a Flood and the Traffic.
thank god. Jakarta seems really good.
you know what Jakarta smells like,
Jakarta smells like a whore. yes.
she doesnt have any options to living her life up.
she thought she worked really hard. but what she did actually were sleeping all day and working all night.
Jakarta smells like whore. yes.
that have 4childern from different daddies.
she raised them up cause she dont wanted to said yes to abortion.
she take the sins with her. she carried it with love.
she carried that with tears.
Jakarta smells like whore. yes.
she were the luxury queen in the night, with all the earings and the fake diamond neckless.
with the red heels and short skirt. and the red lipstick also. so damn beautiful.
you can realized that u even didnt wink for a minute.
but Jakarta also a mother that ended up in the kitchen with long dirty dress that she bought from early twenty four man that walking arround in the neighborhood and flirted at her, cause he knew that Jakarta was that woman.
she fried Gurame Fish, and made Sambal Terasi with Sayur Lodeh to all the family.
but she forget to make the rice, so she need to order in Rumah Makan Pandang. 7 Take Away Rice.
for her babies that will got home soon after tired long day in the Muslim School.
Jakarta smell like a whore. yes.
but a kind whore.
And my biggest thank was for this guy.
Deev Gesiradja.
He Took me to Kota Tua and take a shot of me.
was a lovely day.
and he almost took everystep of mine.
much love Kak Deev.
Thank you.
