random prose I found on a random notebook of mine

The rain dripped lightly outside; it has been dripping like that for the past two hours. It’s not so much the water that made her reluctant to go out into the city as the cold, she thought; she hates cold weather. Then, a ripple on the bed and a nudge on her back reminded her of another reasons she would rather stay in this time.

"I suppose you decided not to go in the end, seeing as you’re still here even though you dressed up about an hour ago?" she heard him asked before a pair of arm enveloped her wholly and pulled her back to the bed, resting on his chest. She sighed and pointed to the window, trying to blame the weather for her decision to cancel her initial plan.

"But I thought you needed to get that book today? Also, what about dinner? Didn’t you say you wanted to get that pasta from your favourite place close to the metro station?" he said, muffling the few last words of his sentence as he kissed the top of her head.

"Eh." she shrugged and settled in more comfortably in his embrace. "The book can wait, and you can cook me that pasta. It might not be better that the one near that metro station, but you know how I hate being out in this cold."

Oct 02, 2014

Double Vans (the shoe brand, not the vehicle)

She’s been with him almost three years now, longer than she thought she’d be. If she thinks hard enough, she wouldn’t be able to give a logical reason why she’s stuck around this long. She’s just genuinely, hopelessly in love with him. The fact that he gave a part of him that he doesn’t share with the rest of the world is enough to keep her around. She’ll take the long-distance, the cyber-bullying, and the lonely nights every day, because she is in a relationship with her bestfriend, her partner in crime, and she gets to live vicariously through him.

Oct 01, 2014

27 May 2013

I fantasized of meeting a boy who was perfectly flawed. He was born on the 3rd May of 1984 and he wears glasses. He’s an architect, lived in Surabaya most of his life, studied in University of Indonesia and RMIT and spent three months in Paris one summer of 2006. He’s lactose intolerant, hates raw and slimy food, lives for vegetable-based meal and can only swim free-style. Cold temperature weather brings the worst in him, coffee makes him talkative and he collects miniature classic cars. There’s a tattoo of three different coloured lines circling his arm just below his elbow and another of a 3D geometrical shape on his chest, the latter I found out because he told me about it. If you ask him top five things that make him happy, he would say 1) listening to his vinyl collection, 2) everything about tropical warm rain, 3) watching live music concert, 4) fruit salad and, 5) showing off his miniature car collection. 

May 27, 2013

DD: 21 May 2013

There’s two part of the dream without any correlation whatsoever. The first part involved me, my aunt from mom’s side and a basket of laundry. I remember stepping into a dark house with a basket of laundry and having a conversation with her. I remember feeling annoyed, but not very clear why.

The second part is a different thing all together. I don’t remember how it begun exactly, all I remember was that I was in a car with an older guy. He wasn’t really my dream guy, but I remember how I feel about him. I remember knowing that he cares for me, that he understands me and wants to compromise with me, that he was wise and he has pure intention of being with me and taking care of me. So there we were in his car, he was driving and there’s my brother is in the backseat as well. It was night time and we were trying to figure out the way to get somewhere. I remember he seems like he’s just finished work and he was wearing blue shirt. 

I remember looking out for the street names a couple of times and all the while he tried to sort of accidentally placed his hand on my thigh or my shoulder (so cheesy, I know), and even if I don’t necessarily like him with a passion, but I respect his effort and that he is a nice guy, so I let it pass while I think over the possibility of maybe started dating him. I remember starting to feel that I care for him, but because I’m used to him being around. I feel like that a lot sometimes with guys who’s been around me and caring for me after a while, plus I feel certain of his kindness. So then I made up my mind and started to accidentally touched his arm and we sort of held hands as well in the end. 

Then we arrived at our destination, which is a house turned restaurant. There we met two of my old guy friends from KU and it feels like this guy and my friends were the same age (over 35-ish?) so they were talking and stuff while I waited around. Then one of my friends asked how long we’ve been dating and he said over a month, and I was annoyed at that, because we haven’t. We’ve been close for over a month, but I’ve only started responding his attention as of lately, and holding hands doesn’t me we’ve started dating. 

But I do remember the part of knowing for sure of someone’s attention and care towards you and how good it feels. Also that moment very early in a relationship where you feel giddy of touching each other was nice as well. 

May 21, 2013

DD: 20 May 2013

I always dream the weirdest dream during traveling. This time it’s about my ex from Uni. I received facebook messages and emails from him asking me to have a truce with him. Then we meet up at this auditorium building (not familiar with the look of it) and we were on some kind of steps. There were also a group of his friends/football team from back in Uni time, they were all sort of pushing me to forgive him, etc. And I had this feeling that he was only asking for a truce or for us to have a clean slate because he’s getting married and it was important for him (somehow) that he’s on a good term with his exes and such. But when I asked him, he didn’t want to admit it at first, and I remember being annoyed at him and hitting his arm a couple of times because I want him to be honest. When he actually admitted that it was true, I got so pissed because I felt like if he wasn’t gonna get married, he wouldn’t apologize to me, so I stormed out of the building and out into a seemingly highway rest area, with a Burger King restaurant next to it. 

Then suddenly we were in combat mode fighting against zombies. I remember carrying a massive (but strangely light) machine gun, and we were trying to cross the parking lot while looking around making sure no Zombies are after us. Then we saw one of my ex’s friend got trapped in an upside-down car, so my ex and a couple of his other friends went there to save the trapped one while I stood close by covering them with my machine gun. After he was released, we went inside the Burger King and ate together. 

The parts that stuck in my head vividly are when we were in the auditorium and I can actually feel him next to me sort of like half-begging me to forgive him, and the Burger King part as well. I don’t know why Burger King specifically.

May 21, 2013