wake up, kids, we got the dreamers disease

I just saw Peter Pan, the 2003 movie version, yesterday. And here's a quote from it:

"Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about
grown up things again." -Peter.

While I agree with Wendy who says that 'never' is an awfully long time, but come oooon! Is Peter the man--I mean boy--of my dreams or what? Besides the fact that I've dreamt about flying with him, literally, he also lives in Neverland! And he can teach you to fly, and he promises grown-up-worries-free adventures!

Darn. Why oh why can't he be for real?

when did your heart go missing?

I was talking with my aunt and uncle this afternoon, when I mentioned something about how my gram, mom, and another aunt were so good in berbasa-basi, and au contraire in my case. Then my uncle and aunt said that, actually, when I was younger, I was very good at berbasa-basi. They said, I used to say hi first to everyone, I couldn't stop talking in my waking hours, I got along well with new people...

In their word, I was so--prepare to look up your Javanese dictionary--"sumeh".

Wow. I guess none of you readers ever knew that part of me, huh? Heheh. Even I almost forgot that that Runi existed at some point.

Let's review a bit of lately. I--along with some friend(s?)--are said to be "gampang benci orang", there have been complains about me never saying hi first (wink-wink, Sind), and I'm not that excited about new people...

Well, at least, I'm still talkative, right? Every once in a while...

Right?

-----

This just in: Mr. Dogol, single?

falling about, i took a left off last laugh lane

Wee-hoo. It's a few days away from lebaran. While I don't actually like the D-day, au contraire with the few days before. Indra has come home, Khesia and Archie constantly have sleepovers...

With my cousins all around, I have shopping-slash-driving-mindlessly-around-town partners in daytime. And at nights, it's like having my own insomniac club here. Now in the wee hours, I don't have to blind myself out staring at the TV or my PC monitor. I can act retarded, play let's-visit-engkoh-the-fortune-teller, and dance like there's no tomorrow to the 80s songs in the dimmed red light with them, while waiting for the sahur time.

Nice. Being locked in neverland once again.

-----

From lately.

There are bits and pieces. Like an insignificant (but still butterflies-worthy) reference of my name, a stupefying dream, a brief (but still nice) blast from the past, and...

O yeah, I'll be having a job, two weeks from now... *crossing fingers*