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I have lunch with same person everyday in my office, but every lunch has different story.

Most of the times, we talked about our goofy life. Sometimes we talked about our work. Either way, it’s fun to have them as my lunch buddies. We had our own cameo, either that the boss of my friend who’s ridiculously funny, our our colleague in the company. Every time we bump into a different stories that make me and my friend laugh.

I stick with Manado’s menu while others jumping around from one stall to another stalls. I choose to smoke vigorously with my Marlboro Light, while she choose to smoke occasionally, and the boy is nicotine-free. She talks like a curious kids who has dozen questions, he acts like a typical nerd from high school.  She’s currently in a unidentified relationship but she seems loving the boy. While the other one is already put a ring and has a cute kid at home.

So yes, three of us are different in every each way, and I don’t know why god put us in the same table for almost 6 months. But you know what, all is well. And I’m enjoying the companionship of them. And we are sushi lovers. So that’ll do the rest.

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I like quoting quotes from my favorite movie or series. Lines of dialogue or monologue that pausing my life for a frame of time. Yes, I admitted my english is not that good, so I have to pause the dvd as well. Hihihi.

If you’re into Twitter, there’s a lot of quotes account that you could RT if you feel that’s the best words to express your current mood. But I’m not following any, not my cup of tea.

So tonight, my boyfriend quoting something from his witty yet crazy mind. He might be a joker in daily life, but sometimes he could be witty. Basically he’s saying his thought, and for a simple man like (but I always believe he’s more complicated than me, he’s just good hiding it) him, every wise words are easier for me to digest it.

When I was furious about a friend who backstabbing me, he said, “You know, you talk about people, bad mouthing about them. So you don’t need to be that angry when people talk bad about you.”

He’s right.

Or when I was feeling cranky coz my friends didn’t lend a hand to arrange this wedding, he said, “Well, you told me that you feel low when you ask others help. So basically, some of these are your fault.”

He’s right. Again.

And tonight, he’s tweeting about his what define us mere mortal. He said, “There is no I am what I am, because what define us are our surrounding.”

He’s right. Again. Damn.

Hours before, when I feel nausea because of irritating things happen in my job, I tweet. “Okay, time to learn not take office thingy to home or Twitter. Heart may be bitter, but giddy up.” Basically that’s bullshit. It’s just me trying to convince myself not to ‘talk too much’. Yeah, again the same problem. Not proud of it.

What struck me for saying those shitty twit is I don’t wanna be that lame-o persona who keeps complaining, spreading negative things around em. And how am I doing on that track? Nada. I know I know it’s useless to tell people about your problem. But I can’t help it, most of the time. Meanwhile, what we typed in our Twitter and another media, don’t forget what we said to others are what defining us. People judge every time they breath.

Okay, I’m gonna try it. I’m not gonna wasting my time on waste junky prick problemo. I must!

Lucky I have you, my solitude blog. I can pour down all my whiny bitching to you. Or else maybe right now I’m pouring down my tears and become the lamest woman alive.

Lucky I have him too, by the way.

I guess, everyone is prepared for good news, and never ever gonna be well prepared for bad news.

I received bad news today. Well actually, I got a hunch since couple weeks ago. Why? Because I’m way too optimist facing the deal with devil. It’s not a bizarre thing for me, ever since I was a kid who understood that 2+2=4, I know for sure that big in optimistic is a blunder. Either I lose or I got the 2nd prize.

Apparently, bad news for today is making everything that I planned back to square one. I’m kinda pissed off, since I have healthy financial record, I also invest my money in the right investment. Guess where the problem is? Hmm, it’s because I don’t have Jakarta id. How suck is that? And to spend my hard-earn-money for bribing civil servant, yeah just by thinking those schemes, I wanna puke.

And to make it worst, I tried to talk to some people, just to ease my mind, but my problem getting worse. Since I know, all I get is just sympathy. And I don’t wanna burden people with my sad weepy story, hehe. So I stop my bbm chat at the intro.

I like to keep things for myself nowadays. I don’t believe people are truly sympathetic towards others. What they are saying is just blah blah blah, and then I tend to talk again and again. And perhaps, because I don’t care either if they talked to me. Well that’s not entirely true, I’m a good listener actually. I could wake up at 3 am just to hear my friend’s story. Maybe this whole ‘I don’t believe thing’ is just me trying to convince myself that I can solve this whole messed up problems by myself.

Anyhow, I couldn’t sleep. Crying on my bed, while I smoke, when I took a loo, yeah yeah such a baby.

I hope my bank won’t reject my credit applications, I intend to do this early in the morning. Meanwhile, I have no interest seeing people, not even my besties. I’m scared I’m gonna make them bored with my weepy story.

Oh yeah! Screw you, bank-that-reject-me-because-i-dont-have-id.

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