i wish to write about bola, my stupid cat whom went all the way from being an abused homo cat to become a dominant male cat in the neighborhood... i wish to write about the day i feel most as an indonesian, living in the country where things that happen seems to be surrealist... feels like living in a novel or mahabarata comics...

but no...

i have no energy...

i'm still weeping for the iraqi people...

still on this akward condition.. on denial of how faith of the people who lives is being tested from time to time, like living from one storm to another..