day five of post-surgery for my top left wisdom tooth. now i can’t clench my teeth more than ever.
but on the upbeat side, this has been a very lazy monday for me, a fact i am mostly proud of. of course, as with all things i am proud of, they never really eventually get me anywhere. but that doesn’t matter.
inspired by glass orgy woman a.k.a andina, and my forever-unfinished cv (as i was trying to figure out what more can i write down to further manipulate and elaborate my working history), i looked up my very old short story, enam schweppes dan cerita-cerita tentang piee’, featured in a literary publication by my high school. it was very strange to read how good i was, and to read trough how honest and simple my mind was.
i also went on to read glass orgy woman’s ‘orkes dalam kamar’ and my good, blog-less friend tito’s ‘30 februari’. glass orgy woman, if you’re reading this, i can’t comment on your latest blog post because i’m not in the exclusive gang of wordpress-blogspot-aim-livejournal users. but they are mean to me and my personalised css theme. so i blog.

i miss that feel of importance and acknowledgment of high school. write an immature short story about a dead rock star and get published and everyone talks of you and your works for a good whole week. by the end of that week, a very plain idea of another immature short story is already on its way to the final paragraph. but world after self-berating relationships and derogatory educations is not an easy thing to slip from. and it’s certainly not easy getting back up.
real world really sucks. you notice?


i was going to attach a link to ‘enam schweppes dan cerita-cerita tentang piee’, but i’m too mildly humiliated by my own straightness of the past. maybe some time later when i’ve woken up from this… thing.