ternyata aku tiada lagi passion terhadap banyak perkara. hilang bersama angin, macam asap rokok.
kalau dulu, i always have something to look forward to - i paint, i write, i cut off my shirts, i rearrange things, i watch dvd, i critic the movies i watched, i read, i learn, i play music, i pretend i play music, i hang out, i get drunk, i laugh, i dressed up..
now, coming back home means nothing else but having dinner and sleeping alone. if i'm lucky, i'll chat with my housemates or chat with pakcik hassan at 5th. then i'll wake up the next morning to my bantal busuk, repeating the same day after day.
yes honey, i am that old and i have no one to take this blame.