You and Me

Comparing myself and yours is truly useless. 

We are different after all.

You rarely understand the way I'm thinking, and i could understand yours once in a blue moon.

We argue, we fight.

We mad, we depressed.

Both of us knew, or if you didn't at least i knew that we had that feeling.

That kind of feeling.

You had it too, when we met for the first time.

However, I'm not sure you still have that feeling.

That is fine because it is not receiving, but giving.

Give that feeling to the person that you really want to give.

That kind of feeling.

I can't say it was a positive or negative feeling, but we had that feeling.

And I still do.

Midnight Thoughts : 1

Here i am, waiting on the exact same spot. Eventhough many seconds, minutes, hours passed by i didn't move an inch. Lost in time but didn't get bored because i spend my time writing a story, of course it's not sci-fi. Laboriously i write with the squat position and i say to myself that it should be done before i forget my ideas. On the second thought, resting in the cafe would be great thing to do.

Endure for hours is tiring, so i move along the street ignoring the crowd or the horn. Unexpectedly, you give me a message. Not this time, you said, i have lot of things to do fyi. I clam up for a while, I am speechless. Kay then, its better for me to find a place to rest and get some drinks or maybe snacks. Enough of this thing, i think i should get a nap.

Adventitiously i found a good place. Directly after order drink and snacks, i pick a place that looks most exotic. It's on the corner facing the window so i can looks the streets' maestri. Playing music, juggling ball, and even dancing salsa. Rowdy, but everyone looks so happy, looks so blissful. And it encourages me, then i motivate myself. Should be better human being, so i'll continue from ground zero. Apparently it's not as easy as they seem, therefore hard effort is the answer. So just keep silent, dont ask why. This is my decision and i don't mind being judged as a fool for doing so. It is my resolve, and it all happened because of you.

Prologue

Recently, I unconsciously addicted to comic, manga to be exact. I spent a whole day staring at the monitor reading many mangas, online. Strapped for cash became a strong argument to read it online. Then I realized, too much reading manga. It became a guilty-pleasure for me. 

I simply wasted my time.

Unconsciously. Fine, then just dragged it out to the subconscious and after that to the conscious area.

Now I'm aware my "bad" habit.

Starting today, I wanna post stories. Fictional stories. I think I have a talent for this one, in Bahasa Indonesia. Language becomes the main concern for me because I will write it in English. That's not my mother tongue or my first language. Better try and revise instead of giving up and make some excuses. "Challenge" is a more appropriate word than "Hindrance", isn't it?

So that, feel free to criticize me, correct me, suggest me, or even appreciate me (for the long term in the future though). You're very welcome to contact me. Thank you.

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The first one i'll take the genre that is very popular, teenlit. Young adult romance. Simple conflict. Finally, they lived happily ever after. I'm not used to write this kind of genre cause it's not my speciality. But i need to adjust myself to write it down in English, so the preparation is necessary. For the future, I won't make my story based on the genre. I mean you, as the reader, have the right to determine what is the most suitable genre for my story. 

The story will focus on a particular character. It could be me, but it could be anyone else too.

It is FICTIONAL STORY. So take a seat and just relax, okay?

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Urn. A simple ambisexual name. Many people thought me as a girl before they know me. But well, I'm a boy..or a man. It's been 23 years for me to wander around this world. Well, it is a parable to be honest. I never really leave my town. A little lovely town that slowly being urbanized. I lived and met many people in my life, altough I never leave my turf. They just come and go. 

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It's not about the story. The flow, the plot, the characters or even settings doesn't matter. 

Message. 

It's all about sending that message to certain people.

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