Otak jauh lebih mahal dari pada otot.
- Mas Sultan Alief Akbar

THE “FAKE” IS GONE. 

ARCHER

SINCE

2007.

MIND, RANDOM, AT NIGHT

i'm still awake, here alone, laying in my bedroom, staring at this shiny thing called laptop, a portable computer.

i'm alone, it's okay if you don't accompany me dear. when i called you on the phone, you were sounded so tired

my friend who usually texting with me at this time, she's off. maybe she's been sleeping.

it's been months, but i still can't get over it. we used to spend all night by texting or talking on the phone, till i got boredti, till i fall asleep. now it's just a past, a history. i hope you'll find somebody else out there, who much better than me.

dear, it's not right. you can make me laugh, make me happy, make me melt inside, with all your words. it is me who's been wrong, i've been acting like a child, i'm sorry dear. but i'll try to be more understanding, i promise.

what's more? now i'm thinking of what i'm going to write for more..

if only my laptop could talk, maybe it has told me like this, "just write it on man, spread it out. type the every single thing in your head". and i would answer "you're right, but there's nothing left inside my head dude."

is this enough to be a long post which filled so full of words? i guess it's enough

so let's say goodbye to you, laptop

thanks