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Will you let me romaticise...

6.5.07


5.50am
Jakarta's skyscraper's calling me
Underneath the Dusk blu-ish jakarta skies
Blue? Blu-greyish par exact. I can see it's toned to grey on the horizon.
Hm.... No morning venus I see.
The grey. Saturated Pollution.

Birds chirping outside!!

*sigh*....pity for the creature's tiny lungs...

Flex. flex. flex. good for your back...
Fridge.Warm.Cook.Iron.TV-On..
O-clip.Oceanus Bath...
Mix&Match. bad idea. bad idea. bad mix. bad match.
Hmmhh...

6.30am
I left the water dripping from the array of my soaked cleansed cloathes yesterday nite.
Just in matter of few hours. Now they're almost dry.
Anything would be rotten dry in this room.
So would me.

Creme, et la creme, et la creme... layer after layer.
Puff Puff, et voila!

Enjoy my own dish. not to forget, doing it.

Clinging dishes, same ol' reshuffled playlist n 0-clip. same ol' same ol'
Just like yesterday. all over again.

7.15am
Pair of twins (^_^....humm..so tutteeee...) --entering the elevator, along with their nannies.
Your parents gone yet, hunnies?...*sigh..
Today's kiddos, squishing little space outta this overly crowded world...the best they can...

Out.
Deep breath...
Sucking out toxic out of Jakarta skies.
Later. Later I'd cleanse out my lungs...
But now, I Gotta try harder fulfilling my oxygen req.
Ain't much is left outta your surrounding, brit
Deep breath...Sssshhhh.....
Sucking it even more.

Hufff...
Later would be forever.

Same ol' routines.Ojeg. 44.

8.00am
Outlook. Calendar.
Red Label for N. Orange for D. Blue for F.
SkyBlue for H. Green for M..Cute Cute calendar.
N,D,F,H,M. My bosses.
Getting this done. that done. Huff.
Dash off to the boss first. Hm. N,D,F,H or M first?

***

A Stack of binder widely opened in my opposite.
"Direct Debit..."..."THe Costumer....clearing zone"
Trying to re-figure it all out in a process flow diagram,
scribbled down on my lap. jotting here and there.
dozens of excel sheets on the queue
slides per slides sliding
so incessantly

10.00am.
Grab some milo...perfect boast of energy in the morning.
sugar! sugar! I need sugar!

11.50am
pick some buddies to out lunch...
8th fl? Warung Senggol?
Plaza Indonesia? %$##@!!


1.30pm
Same ol' excel sheets
Same ol' presentation slides...
trends...compare...analyse...
regress. digest. deteste.

People chattering from the distance...
faintly.

tick tick

tick

tickticktick.

schwoop schwoop

schwoop....and the mouse go

***

5.00pm
Dell Monitor's flickering in front of my eyes.
Excel file's opening on top of the window. An incognito. Perfect camouflage.
Underneath, Meebo for Ym and Google Talk's opened.
in Silence.

5.30pm
Toso vertical blind is half-shut in the background.
Through which, 3 storeys below, people's rushing out.
home. Hmmh...

Looking through the glass, Nobody's got a similar spot
A spot with the lobby view. None. Too Bad.

Imagine, if there is.
It's either me, or the other side person. or both be the ugly-naked-guy*.

Hm. I grinned imagining a series of plot is rushing through my head.Scene per scene,
could really turn out to be a short movie. mayhap a good one.

5.50 pm
Jakarta sky has begun to shimmer in orange,
reflected from my front window.
My cubicle may not be strategic. But it's got the best view of all! :D
*sigh...*

My phone rings.
"..."....
"a minute ma'am..."....Dash off.

'the Big-Big boss wants this done this evening.'
*_*
'you got it'
back to the cubicle. sigh..

so long my glorious evening.

Itchyfingers...
Dancing on the keyboards.

6.40am
Huff..
Sent to the Big-Big boss.
Dash for a prayer.

7.00pm
Lights off. Peoples chattering from a distance.
I'm off. off. the itch had consumed my brain afterall.
Ctrl-Alt-Del. LogOff. Ouch Ouch...

Out again.
You cannot feel it, cannot see it in this night sky.
The pitch blacked fume's lingering in stealth.
bedazzled in the dashing carlights.
Suck it.
Suck it even more.

8.00pm
Home.
Swim?

09.00pm
A Cook. Eat.Watch any movie.

Off the light. Off the box.

Bon reves,

et comme ce jour, Demain j'y vais.

........
........
........

*come to think of it...*

*sigh*...
How dull!! Same ol' Same ol'
They'd bought my life. and I'd gotta squish even more left out of it.

Spank me out of this sofa, will you! Don't let me left lingered.

If not.. Well. Suppose gotta learn to romanticise more outta this life.
Learn to make mine (my life-) a movie, so would my friend said.
Maybe he's right. I Would. indeed. Just wait.
I'm still on my transission pace.

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posted by scttrBrain
12:55 AM

3 put off the silence...Comment!!


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