another "me being me"?
It’s not that I hate you, my friend. It’s just that your ways of socializing had crossed my beginning paths, and you don’t even seem to care even a tiny bit. I have never hated any of my friends, my friend, but, I’m telling you, “nobody stands in my way, bitch”, my friend. If you really are a friend, my friend, you’ll step aside.
This is me being arrogant.
- synta @ 2008-10-04 / 10:25 p.m.
i do have a social life. it's on facebook
I really really really thought I’ve seen it all before, so I thought I would be perfectly fine. W R O N G.
But I won’t do the mistake. I mean it.
On the other hand, I guess someone decided to stop. Oh God. I don’t even know how I feel about that. Clearly this isn’t something I wished to happen yet. But now that it’s done…. Oh well, I’ve always been aware of this kind of thing, and it’s not like I care, anyway.
I know, I know. I should be writing this on somewhere private because it’s not like anyone would understand, anyway. Ah, nobody’s taking this seriously, anyway. So, I’ll just keep doing this in my way. Hahaha.
This boredom has got into the roots of my nerves, so pardon me.
- synta @ 2008-10-04 / 10:09 p.m.
jobless madness
So yeah, after something-teen years of knowing the net, tonight might be the first time I decided to put this thing as a source for answers and knowledge rather than just a way of having my fun. Pathetic, I know, yet very refreshing and motivating at the same time.
So DeviantART failed to bring me that, how would DesignBoom react to that? :-D
- synta @ 2008-10-02 / 11:36 p.m.
happy birthday, afterall
Holy freakin' shit I fuckin' forgot to celebrate this journal's third birthday.
- synta @ 2008-10-01 / 12:26 a.m.
i know i'm not alright
Despite of all the flaws, I chose you. Not because with you I felt the thing I had never felt before, but because I knew what exactly I would feel for you. Because I was already tired of surprises, because I was in the phase of taking precautions of everything I would get myself into. It was a mindful choice, not something I could not describe, not something I decided for a butterfly-in-my-stomach.
Now I know why they say guilty feeling is the feeling that sucks us dry the most.
Anyway, I had taken such a long break from consuming coffee and this evening I decided to take a cup. That is my reason for being here in the middle of the night, writing a post that would have to be put in a new page while within few hours, I would have to be on my feet again, doing Eid.
Let me describe 'Eid'. My Eid. My Bontang Eid.
First of all, my mom would wake me up at around 5-5:30 a.m. so we would not miss the strategic spot on the soccer field which would be the place for us to do our Eid prayer.
The mass-prayer would be ended at around 7-8 a.m. and then my family and I would go back to our house for a little rest. Afterwards, ocean of people would sink us in endless wave until night ended it all. This session will repeat on the second day.
My mom said it would not be as bad as how I pictured it. She said it would be much more quiet with less people. Which would be both nice and worse in the same time for reasons I'm too lazy to share here.
My conference chat with Dito and Dara had turned boring. I guess I'm just gonna hit the bed for now.
- synta @ 2008-10-01 / 12:11 a.m.