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Aku lagi bete sama kerjaan, it's like a never ending load ... Dari pada semakin bete, mendingan aku nulis-nulis, toh udah cukup lama aku gak nulis2 ...

A few days ago, a very good friend of mine call me 'sick' :p ... karena aku hang-out sama seorang teman yang pernah 'dekat' dan 'bermasalah' dengan aku. Kayak yang udah pernah aku tulis sebelumnya, call me anything ... hehehe ... because yes, I was born stubborn and stupid.

Living in Jakarta, it makes me sick and stupid sometimes. Di tengah-tengah segala kesibukan, dan persahabatan yang enggak kurang dari sobat-sobatku, sometimes I feel really alone, even if I almost never admit it. Teman-teman kost ku, sering ngelihat aku sebagai cewek yang sangat mobile ... nyaris nggak pernah menyempatkan diri bersantai di kost2an kala weekend. Even kalau aku gak punya kegiatan, maka aku akan cari kegiatan itu. I never let myself doing nothing ... or going nowhere, kecuali kalau aku memang baru bener2 capek atau pengen menikmati saat bermalas-malasan.

I don't think that I am the only one who feels that way ... banyak keluhan dari teman2ku ... teman kuliah, teman SMA, atau teman di mana aja ... bahwa it's sick and stupid being in Jakarta. Ada yang memilih hengkang dari Jakarta, ada juga yang mengalihkannya dengan hengkang dari Jakarta setiap ada kesempatan. Herannya, banyak dari mereka yang bilang, "Enak kamu Mit, banyak temen di Jakarta, masih sering ketemu temen2 kuliah, etc ... " Heeeeh, mereka kira sesering apa aku ketemu temen kuliah? Gak sering2 amat, sebulan sekali pun belum tentu. Hanging out sama temen2 main, seminggu sekali pun belum tentu. Temen main di kantor? I almost have no one. Am I look happy here :)? Maybe you look at me that way, tapi, bukannya semua tergantung cara pandang kita?

Jakarta, will be very cruel if you consider it that way. Because I almost have no other choice than living my life here, so why don't I look at the other side? The brighter one? It's a city that never sleeps. It can provide you with lots of stuff. Books for example. It's quite difficult to find a good - foreign books in Jogja - my hometown. Tapi di Jakarta ... di mana-mana adaaaa ... Film, DVD, coffee shop, etc. Tapi itu semua kan perlu duit Mit ?? Ahhh, nggak selalu. Emang nggak semua nya gratis, tapi kalo mau rajin2 cari info, yang gratisan buanyak!!! Mulai dari festival film, baca buku gratisan di toko buku, cari pinjeman dari temen :D Yang penting, usaha dooonggg :p hahaha ...

Dan ketika kamu lelah dengan segala yang ditawarkan oleh kota ini, tidur di kost an, menjadi sesuatu yang sangat nikmatttt ... bangun siang, bersantai dan bermalas-malasan, sekali-sekali perlu doong.

I am not saying those stuff can full my empty feelings inside. No, it's still there. I have to admit that sometimes I can not bear it. Then calling my best friend and talking at the phone will be the best medicine for me. Maybe my best friend will tell me this: "Hey Mit, wake up Mit, don't waste ur time by doing something that will lead u nowhere :)) !" Yes, he is completely true. But one thing, I am not doing anything for nothing, for going nowhere.

I am trying to continue mylife, even if other see it as a weird way. Yes, here, I am trying to enjoy every pleasure God offers to me. Here I try to enjoy Jakarta itself, here I try to accept myself. Huah, ngomongin apaan seh, yang jelas intinya, I won't waste every precious moment. And still ... eventhough no one agree, even if it is just going nowhere, even if I got nothing in return, I will follow where my heart lead me. *Dasar stubborn ... hahaha*

So, enjoy ur life guys :D !!!

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