Mindbender

drove along menteng asking kiri kanan since i’m such a streetblind since i was a kid, especially in this horrible city where people hitting their horns like playing didgeridoo. was i driving next to you with your aching leg? yes. was i happy? oh yes. did you hold my hand? correct. was the last discussion concluded that we’re going nowhere or the alley starts narrowing down? bah. as long as i’m with you. cliche, cuikhh! i’m not a shrink and i don’t do future predictions a la nostradamus or some mama-mama on TV who looks like a middle aged lady in a dairy products ad. you can do anything you like and find out that i’m still hanging on. touch my arm. kiss my hair. squeeze my hand. joke around as you please. hurt me. leave/ditch me. toss me away. anything. emang bego dari sananya gimana dong?

oh dear love i would love to meet you daytime but i have to sit in my crib and type and do research and translate and so on and so on. my darling, after working hour feels like this fatigue defeats all the longing and yearning. however, do meet me online when the mood gets worse and the workload gets monotonous. or do send me some sporadic emails saying me miss yah a lot and need to do babytalk nyunyunyu bububu. in a cab with the anxiety of getting mugged or raped, and gurgling stomach needs urgent feeding, still the girl with glasses daydreams of a land far far away from here. or someone who lives on it. or the memories of it. whatever.  when meebo cannot connect please be awaited & patient as the log-in process will take bloody ages.

gee, i miss you.

and the first thing i want might be you. might be.