Being idle

Another new layout! I was bored right to the bone the other day in the office, so I looked around for blog skins, and here I am with the new appearance.

Work has been boring - maybe it's because I'm resigning, and I can't wait to switch to my new job. I'm trying to read as many articles as I can these days. Wouldn't wanna get left behind those Reuters/AFP experts now, would we?

 

Back on the map, baby!

Is it safe to say, that starting July 1, I'm gonna be a published writer? I'm gonna write for one of Indonesia's English language newspaper?

Wait. Isn't that one of my dreams?

Watch this space. Right now, I'm feeling like jumping up and down, left and right, and spinning around on my heels. Media industry, heeeere I coooooooooommmmee (again)!!!!

Where is the life that I recognize?

The constant nag in my stomach, the queasiness I feel the second I open my eyes, the way it stays there all day long - knowing something is terribly wrong, the feeling of not wanting to go home, nor do I want to think anything related to home. The feeling of having to fight the lump in my throat each and every day, alone.

They're all here again. Welcome back, 2003. That was the last time I felt like I wanted to escape from it all. The last time I felt that home was not where I wanted to be.

Problem is, I'm not 18 anymore. So bailing, stalling, and going out everyday pretending it's all okay are not options.

Fuck.

Take me away, Oom? Girls? Anyone?