I’m being a little melancholic these last few days. It’s probably because of PMS or rainy season or watching Rudi Soedjarwo’s, I don’t know.
Yesterday I got an SMS from my very best friend, told me that she (finally) will be engaged this Saturday. I know her like forever and I… I’m just so happy for her.
It’s kind of even things because just last week I heard about another best friend of mine canceling her engagement. We (my friends and I except the one who’s actually in it) were so upset. I personally think it was stupid because she did it for what I thought an irrational reason and I still kind of sad—and afraid—if I thought about that. Now, I feel glad and sad in the same time.
And me? I’m doing things un-me. I went out all day on weekend instead of taking a nice nap. I spent two hours in Gelael, alone with a cup of instant capucchino priced 7500 rupiahs, working on stuff I can more comfortably doing at home. I turned off my handphone (not just let it uncharged which sometimes I do when it’s near deadlines).
And sometimes I remember him. It’s ancient history. I’m over him (and he’s obviously over me, haha). It’s just… until now, I can’t seem to care about anyone as much as I used to care about him. And as always, whenever someone’s there, I think of him.
This writing is unfinished. I’m being too melancholic to continue.
PS: I think I said something about writing consistently in Indonesian. *rolling eyes* Well, I write in English because, as Stania said, it’s foolishly less embarrassing. Maybe I’ll write in Indonesian only or English only.