A Full-(life)time Stranger.

August 16 2011.
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You're somewhat of a stranger.
That's what keeps me want to get closer/

The incompleteness of knowing and finding ways to show.
The incompleteness of showing and getting to know/

When it comes to questions, i can always relate to your answers.
When it comes to hesitations, your soft palms on mine is the only thing that matters/

The hell with their smear, it's the last of things i want to listen to.
Oh, dear, i sure have got my whole lifetime to get acquainted with you/

A Stolen Cheap Poem.

The 16th of December.
What is played at the moment? 'Autumn Leaves' by Nat King Cole is.
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I always like the way you rub your nose,
And the way you frown when you listen to sigur ròs.

The way you play your fingers with lips inaudibly mouthing something like doing math as cars pass us through, then i ask, "what are you doing?"
"nothing. Just calculate numbers," you then will answer.

The way you walk,
The way you talk.

The way you giggle when i ask you for a dance,
The way you rather use glasses instead of lens.

The way you dress,
The way you let your hair in a mess.

The way you bend your body forward when you feel tired,
The way you relievly grinned when you got fired.

I always love the way you pronounce 'Ian Curtis',
And the way you ask, "can you repeat that again, please?"

the girl next door.

september 20th.
dad's living room-lights off-lightbrown sofa-brown thin blanket.

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september 19, approx 930pm.
y!m talk.
me: buss!
farrah: bazzz
me: up to?
farrah: who up to?
me: you.
farrah: about to clean up all of the eatable contents in my kitchen.
me: that belly of yours must haven't been able to wait any longer.
farrah:ghrrr!

me: u@?
farrah: home.
me: padalarang, eh?
farrah: ya ya ya.
me: i used to live in padalarang at bukit permata, back in the days, with my brother.
farrah: hwaaa??!
me: what?
farrah: i live at bukit permata too! what block is your brother's house at?
me: it's at block e4.
farrah: no shit?!!
me: yep.
farrah: what number, what number??
me: ah, i totally forgot.

me: hold on a sec, i'm phoning my brother to ask.
farrah: uh-k.

[toooott. toooott.]

me: darn it, my brother didn't answer my call!
farrah: it's ok.

[tooooott. too..
brother: hello?
me: hey, man, it's me.
brother: who's me?
me: a person who's now taking public transportation heading pvj.
brother: don't make a roundabout.
me: whose motocycle was unnoticedly used by you, that's who!!
brother: oh, hi my lovely bro! what's up? lol.
me: ggghrr. man, what's the number of your house?
brother: 39, wha..
toooooottt--> i hang up.]

y!m talk.
me: 39, it is, farr.
farrah: whooaaa!
me: what?
farrah: your brother is the one who dug a well and placed a pump-machine at his frontyard?
me: ya, how did you know that?
farrah: mine is 37!! i just moved in here for 3 months long now.
me: whaaaaattt??!! hell no!
farrah: hell yes.
me: hahaha! wow!
farrah: haha.
me: fantastic! your house is now only a wall away from the place i used to get pretty stoned when spending a whole day long alone at house. i like it, i like it! is that okay if i come by sometimes? ;D

farrah: no problemo.
me: awesome!

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oh yea, today is the winning day for those who have been restraining in the last 29 days.
happy iedul fitri, people.
let's plead for mercy!

move, move, move. shove, shove, shove.

september 19th.
granny's.


"it was all whirlwind.."
thus silentspoke a noisy-grunge white band tee hung on a hanger on the wall of a room where i've been spending a half of the day sleeping.

i remembered an eyeglassed-arts-graduated girl.
farrah, she is named.
her presence's not really a sudden thing to happen.
for the last two days, i've been recalling what her exact geeky-look might be like.
the same look that i claimed as the most natural yet kewl thing that ever happened at belitung street!
lol!

on thursday, when i was accompanying karen to submit her college-assignment and look for some outfits, i saw her about to exit from a glass-bricked store at some shoppingpoint near dago street.

she was pulling that transparent glass door when i decided to wave her hello.
she slanted her eyes: the eyes which were hidden behind those cute well-framed eyeglasses.
she threw a smile.
i released an open hand, asking a hiya-long-time-no-see handshake.
she answered the call.

"how are you?" i sucked at starting conversations.
she smiled, "good."
"alone?" she asked.
i pointed at karen who was about to enter the same store she just exited.
their eyes met, they smiled at each other.
karen got into the store,
i stayed where i was,
while farrah was crook-backed by me.

"not with your boyfriend?" i reopened the chat.
"na-ah," she shortly answered.

we took a silence.

"anymore," she said.
"hah?" i didn't get what she meant.
she low-volumed her voice, "me being together with him. not anymore."
"ah, sorry, no offense, i didn't mean to," i condolenced.
"none taken, it's kewl," she replied.

we took another silence.
that was a post-kinky-chat situation.
weird.

"i should get going, i'll be there for some times to come," she pointed at another store.
"okay, bye," i closed what i started.

gosh!
it really was whirlwind.
it was so flashly fast.
i still like karen, i won't lie.
but farrah's blitz presence had ruined my karen-adoring-time.

she, is farrah and, was my senior when her teeth were still fenced.
;B