memulai lagi sesuatu yang sudah lama ditinggalkan kok susah banget yah

mememulai lagi = mencari siapa yang mulai karatan, obyek apa subyeknya. Aku kira mungkin subyeknya. Kalo obyeknya mah siap kapanpun dipakai. Buku,mulai yang penting sampai yang gak penting, tersedia. Tapi gak ada yang dibaca.Percuma.
Nulis, nulis, Kenapa harus jadi aku yang susah, yang mo nerbitin buku siapa, yang ribet siapa, huhuhuhuhu. haruskah ini dilakukan.

well...sudah 2 hari inih menikmati hawa Soerabadja yang tak bersahabat

hahahahahhaha
akhirnya setelah melanglang buana menyusuri gang2 tikus dekat kos2an...
dirikuw bertemu dengan WARNET..
seperti melihat surga...
itu akhirnya bisa menupdate blog...
dan menulis tanpa harus gila karena tidak tersalurkan...
bisa buka FS...
bisa ceting , dr HP mahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhallll...
bisa melihat dunia luar...
bisa untuk sejenak tidak bergelut dengan jutaan surat subrogasi... brengsek:(
pengen pulang..kangen ibu, kangen huney, kangen rumah...
intinya tidak ada kasur senyaman kasur di rumah nomer 6 itwuuuuuuuuuuuh:(
GOD, send me back home...I miz my famm so much...

coffee make me sick..sleepless.

but this is the one help me to think where should I put my life tomorrow morning when I open my eyes and say.. thanks Allah, I am still alive.

sleep luver that's me but I nearly shocking of...

because the pale coffee cup in my desk every 8 pm.
danm now for everything though.
dizzy, sneezing over time.
my head full of misery, pain and anger.
I'm sad but I couldn't cry.
I can't stay or I don't want to stay.
I should move, but I don't know where I should.
pain, mocking my self for good.

HAYYAH...AKHIRNYA HARUS PERGI...

well ternyata tidak cukup hanya dipikirkan semalaman.
hidup ini terus berjalan.
yang tidak bergerak akan dilibas habis.
yang diam akan digilas.
yah itulah...
HIDUP bukan PERBUATAN
hidup MENURUT SAYA adalah BERGERAK.

siaul seragam baru yang sangat memaksakan diri bila dipakai ...
celana cowok bwat cewek...
naaaaaaaah...
hari ini saatnya berjuaang...
membetulkan celana itu dengan gratis...
hah... apalah arti hidup mengehemat seperti ini kalo setiap ke alfamart 5x seminggu selalu beli snack 10rb an...

10 dikali 5 sama dengan 50 rebu seminggu dikali 4 minggu sebulan sama dengan 200 rebu cuma bwat makanan kecil...

APA KATA DUNIA...!!!!
owh betapa saya ...

dream life of Rand mcNally:)

believe or not ini lirik "saya" sekali...huahahahahahaha

Who is he, Mr. Rand Mcnally?I had I dream that mystery was me. Now who else could I be?I dreamed I went to England and met the spice girls there for teaThey lost one more they're down from four to my favorite number threeBut they're still quite spicy as the orange flavorAnd oh so nice to do me the favor and lick my icing under the table nowBut I gotta leave town mr. Nally, just as scary spice was about to go down on meAnd don't ask how mr. Nally and give up the towel mr. Nally and runI dreamed I went to Singapore got bored and robbed a liquor storeWhat for? Nobody knows I only took a couple of MarlborosOh but that was all they needed and the criminal was soon defeatedAnd now in jail I'm waiting for my punishment of caningSo I gotta think fast Mr. Nally watch your ass, wake up and laugh and run.Better Mr run, mr rand, mr mac, mr nallyMr run, mr man, you got the knack for the rally And runI had a chance to visit the north pole but it was way too cold to smokeOh my nose was freezing I should could do some coughing and wheezingSo I tried it anyway and the place went up in flamesHow was I suppose to know you could catch fire to the snowOh lord way to go mr nally, way to go, now you're melting the poles mr nally so run.I jumped ship in NYC and headed south to Washington DCDidn't think I'd go there but played some shows there fancy lucky meBut it is really slow there with our new president on TVToo many politicians and liberal Christians they're all set out for meSinging cast your vote mr nally, castrate your vote, no you don't, just runI thumbed a ride across the prairie, I got hitched in Vegas, yep, I got married To a lady who left me she thought it's be funny to gamble all my moneyAnd I got stranded without my clothes, a little bit of fear and loathing heart attackI got chased by the rat pack once in a flashback. Singing viva Las VegasI settled down in san diego and smoked a joint with java joeAnd with a grin he took me in, I spilled coffee on my chinand i played my show there and met my bitches and hoes thereand with my holy host they kindly let me shake my tail therebut one more thing before we go, there's never been any place quite like this homefor once in a life time maybe, i'd be foolish not to stay oh i got to get away mr. nally what can i say mr. nally.. run run run run run away mr. nally