Four Days In My Life That Are Supposed To Be Unforgettable but Will Soon Be Forgotten As Soon As I Leave Home and Go For Work Tomorrow Morning — on SundayMay 15, 2010 at 5:33 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 9 Comments
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So there was 500 Days of Summer. And The Smiths: The Boy with the Thorn in His Side. Morrisey, too. The First of the Gang To Die! Had a little fight with GF. Queen’s In Only Seven Days. Spread Your Wing! Tafsir al-Munir. Al-Arabiyah Linasyi’in: Manhaju Mutakamil Ligoiri Natiqiiina Bil Arabiyah. And the other one, an-Nahwu al-Asasy. The Smiths, again. Queen, again. Still hate Pink Flyod, all the songs, all the albums. Cursing Efek Rumah Kaca. A pretty mbak at warung soto near Mitra is suspiciously pretty — susuk? She’s from Kudus, a region that always reminds me of the Vatican. Kudus. Holy. Rolling Stones Indonesia, a magazine. Got it gratis two years ago [May 2007 Edition]. Why do they, those music writers, write about the same thing all the time: Pink Floyd — how great they were, how legendary they are, again and again, yeah, yeah. Their Bahasa Indonesia, sucks, btw. I mean Rolling Stones Indonesia. Shutter Island!! One word: Insane. GF called. Is it not Sunday? Saturday, Saturday. Work is tomorrow. Tomorrow is Sunday — falling into the abyss of bad faith.