Well, not really. In fact, I have yet to start packing.

Speaking of bags and packing, here's the suitcase I had with me when I migrated to this city -- exactly eight years ago today.

Masih ingat sahabatku Fulan? Hari ini, aku masuk ke situs Friendster karena mendapat pemberitahuan bahwa seseorang mengirimiku pesan. Mataku tertumbuk pada daftar teman yang baru saja memperbarui profil mereka.

Fulan adalah salah satu teman itu. Updated his profile, demikian tertulis.

Penasaran, aku pun mengakses profilnya. Hal yang pertama menangkap perhatianku adalah status temanku itu.

Remember this entry? Written three years ago, nonetheless.

Well, allow me to add one to the list.

When you interview a guy for a position in your team and you see the younger you in him.

Temen-temen yang baek,

Seperti yang sebagian besar pembaca blog ini udah tau -- ini untungnya blog pribadi, yang baca ya temen-temen sendiri sahaja -- gua telah memutuskan untuk cabut dari kota ini. Udah beli tiket, 23 Juni.

One way.

Yak, setelah delapan taon, Sodara-Sodara! Mau istirahat dulu barang 1-2 bulan, mencari apa yang kumau dalem hidup ini, cieeehhh! Mungkin setelah itu bakal balik lagi, toh barang-barang juga masih ditinggal semua. Mungkin juga bakal ngegelandang entah ke man man. Tapi kalo ditanya sekarang, terus terang gua sendiri belon tau.

One day, I will look back at this entry and think, boy, what a silly one I wrote!

For now, though, I feel like shutting this blog down to keep myself from posting stupid things like this.

Because I hate to be in this situation. Where I have no control. Where my head says one thing and my heart does another. Where I've never gone before.

If only I could turn back time...

Current music: some band whose name I didn't catch @ Children of d’ Revolut’N SG Street Festival, Plaza Singapura - Hey Joe *damn, I hope that's not an omen*
Current mood: probably angry

The old man showed up just as Marco was about to jump off the bridge.

"Hey, just what are you doing there?"

Marco turned his head with contempt. "Move along, old man! Nothing to see here."

The old man made a face as if having tasted the sourest plum. "Of course there's something to see. I have eyes, have I not?" Then he chuckled. "You're taking your life, aren't you?"