maybe she has ruined it

or maybe it has never been there from the first time


|pic. the trees at cic tea plantation, bandung 09

will you get me out of this low saturated life

my feet

I didn’t jog this weekend.

But I walked.

In high heels.

 

In black devilish little pointy heel

Did I walk and walk and walk.

On wide rough concrete floor

On the slimy tiles of the supermarket

Out onto the muddy road.

 

The next day still I walked

and walked and walked.

Swinging my exhausted feet

wrapped in soggy rain-soaked suede pump.

Stamped on the filthy paved sidewalk

Clanking up to the steel surface of busway station

down to the vast sea of shiny marble.

 

And what did I gain

from tiring my feet to hell

couples of  blistered toes

peeled skin and heels?

 

But I do really wish I have the same spirit in life.

Swing my feet and take a plunge

and walk and walk and walk

and not just talk and talk and talk.

| from under the blanket, accompanied by chips, tea
  and blasting twisted christmas songs

dream

| words from Haruki Murakami

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so glad found this at aksara’s great sale last october ^^

replacing the paperback indonesian translation one which i once own & lost,

the tale of one tiny mouse with mighty heart is once more unfolding through the jagged pages

still luv it *grin*

i remember that eve

being asked out of the blue:

so, what makes you tick?
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|reliving my habit of sketching one-eyed female

Entah bus-way’nya ga rata, entah bus’nya dah butut
Bus koridor 6 berisik banget kalau kosong
Bangku-bangku’nya nonstop bergemeretak
Rattatatatatatatatak rattatatatatak…….
Ga bakal bisa ketiduran seperti kalo menunggang bus koridor 1

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