Saturday Morning

Early morning. Too early in the morning. Dragged my sleepy eyes to the office, and other parts of my body also, in that case. Twitter community spread an un-confirmed news about the death of Mrs Ainun Habibie, luckily I asked around first before writing it down. Got hungry in the cold office. Doing nothing. Writing nonsense in my blog. Waiting for the phone to ring. Please ring.

Boyfriend on the yahoo messenger. Ever since he caught my exes been contacting me through it, he follow suit. Very weird how guys think. No comment on that for now. Got Rp15 million in my pocket, need to buy a motorcycle. Haven't got the chance to go to the dealer. Oh, it was a loan, from my beloved office. Yayasan Kesejahteraan Karyawan ANTARA. Such a noble name.

It's Saturday. Supposed to go to my sister's place. But the long trip there is unbearable. Should do better with the motorcycle. Miss my nephew and my niece. A little boy with a watchful eyes and few words. His big sister with so many words and so many angst. The smell of baby formula sometimes I can't take. But all the rage of traffic suddenly disappear when they call me aunty.. Wonder what would it be like if I was a mother.

Waiting for Yeni to call, she's helping me with doing interviews. The job sometimes I despises, but love in other times. Remember that I never write stories again, let along my novels. Where are all the dreams go? Where are all the passion?

The boss has just called. I got to go now. Working on weekend sucks!