THE OTHER 7 PERCENT

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...