THE OTHER 7 PERCENT

This world is unbearably painful. Youre exhausted of nothing, and then youre exhausted of everything. Get loose. Everything wants you when you wants nothing. No person has the power to have everything they want, but it is in their power not to want what they don’t have, and to cheerfully put to good use what they do have. I'm not trying to control everything and everyone around me. Because… I (simply) can't.

This being human is a guest house.  Every morning a new arrival.  A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all!  Even if they' re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably.  He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. The Guest House - Jalaluddin Rumi 

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Di kamar sendirian, sekarang jam 10.23 pm. Puter lagu fake plastic tress dengan volume 68, lumayan kenceng, takut orang sebelah protes. Mulai ikut nyanyi di lirik "he used to do surgery" Sebenernya ga ngerti juga maksud ni lagu apa Tapi melodinya kenapa enak banget ya Terus nyanyi lagi kok tapi air mata berlinang Pikiran dan rasa di hati lagi ramai Ingin bingar, mau lari keluar Ini perasaan apa ya? Suatu perasaan yang pengen diungkapkan dengan lari sambil nangis Ah bukan, rasanya mau lompat sampai tembus ke langit Sudah sampai di menit 3.17, saya intip liriknya karna ga hapal "but i cant help the feeling, i could blow through the ceiling" Kok bisa pas sih sjdhwuuheuheuwhdsndsnalwioe Sebentar lagi lagunya habis, sebentar lagi perasaanya reda Part senandung thom setelah lirik "all the time" diulang 2 kali, indah sekali Lagu habis, saya putuskan gambar muka thom malam ini 

I imagined walking the streets of Belitang as i used to do.  I would start at Tugu Harum, where my childhood began, and continue on to Rantau Jaya, passing Pak Dika's house where i often practiced music. Then, i would walk through the Perumahan Guru. However, instead of turning right towards Spensa, i would turn left. I preferred to save the best part for last. I would pass Stie Negara, then SMA whose name i forgot, and then pass SD 3 where i would remember everything that happened when i was in elementary school. Walking straight and circling the Tugu Hansip, i imagine the porridge man is still selling here. I continue by walking to the right side of the road which takes me to the Lapangan Polsek, TH, and Bambu Alam. I still remember all the memories i have made in this place. I will look at the water flowing along the BK. Walking straight until i reach the intersection.  I will turn left at the bridge and then follow the road until i reach Masjid Agung. I will stop there for...