ODINSONSAYS

I hate Sundays.

Why do the they dedicate this day for the sun? There’s nothing shiny about it. Idle, boring, you get the idea.

Can’t you see that this day means the end of the good times? (especially at noon time). It also the time when "rumah masa depan" and "serumpun bambu (remember ‘Barep’?)" took place. I used to hate sunday afternoon because at that time i must prepare for my homeworks (math sucks!).

I always call it "black sunday"

"Sunday"…

"Suck day" more like it…

Feeling restless..

Can not think straight..

Feel so..idle..

What’s wrong?

Why?

Why is my mood suddenly altered to different state?

The sky is getting darker, it seems Apollo too lazy to appear today..

Damn! My head..no..not my head…….

Is it because i haven’t doing much work this week?

Is it because i haven’t talk to God these coupe o’ days?

Is it because i haven’t enough sleep?

Is it because i’m worry too much about tommorow?

Is it because the hands of time are gaining upon me?

Or is it……..because……..?

What should i do?

What should i do about it?

I need to fill my lungs with those bloody cigarettes..

This is it! Today is one of my happiest day! This is the start of my childhood  goal acomplishment! I finally manage to get my mitts on the "super powers" action figures!

damn! those figures look awesome! Nostalgia ROCKS!!

Like i said before, this is just a start.  Volus V, Masters of the universe are already counting the days, waiting for the right moments when they finally leap from my dreams to become reality.

Those childhood memories never dies! No matter what you’ve been through, they’ll always be there to soothe your wounds and they’ll always cheers for you at the time of your life. They’ll make you see this so-called life from different point of view.

So what’s all this jibba-jabba means? No matter how odd, no matter how long, no matter how impossible your wishes are, if you want it so bad and if you sincere about it, God will give them to you eventually. Hey, Adit! Keep your chin up, bro! The storm will pass, the turmoil will perish, Just prepare yourself for the sunshine that will finally appear and light the yellow brick road that will take you to the emerald city.

O my Valkyrie, if you can hear me now, i will take to the place where i can offer you this world, to you i shall pledge my sword, to you i shall build you a castle atop of mount Olympus among the titans.

O my Valkyrie, my warrior woman

Since we emerge from our mother’s womb under the gleaming red sky, always i feel the hands of time coming after me. The sands of time pouring to the hour glass to remind me about precious times. All those milestones has become mere memories. All that once built in majesty has turn into shadows and dust. All those epics that written by our blood has become dust collectors. All of us slowly become carcasses that will fill the mother Gaea’s belly. All this so called earth will be swallowed by the dread void .. Of all the things i have lost i think i miss my brothers the most..