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I slapped the table with excitement. The Writer looked up from the book she was reading, a bit surprised, but I failed to care. “Last night was amazing!” I told her excitedly. “Oh, you finally did it!” She put down her book. For her, her friends’ stories are always better…

Sunday morning 9 am All by himself He woke up in his room Last night was okay Another night where he met people A normal weekend before the lazy afternoon Sunday morning 10 am She woke up next to someone she just met last night It was a room in an apartment…

It was a Friday evening. I was talking to a friend … no, consulting would be the proper word here. I made a mistake, and as usual, it was a mistake that’s caused by the words I chose. It was a problem of communication. Old news. It took some times…

“The usual please,” that was my first word to the bartender as I sat down on my favorite spot. “Coming right away,” the bartender answered, immediately preparing my order. There were only four people in the bar that night. Me — the regular guy that visited this bar at least…

Everyone has their own way of coping with their problems. Some people smoke, other drink, while some other sleep around. I even know a guy who loved to drive to a coffee shop miles away from his office and home every day, just to sit, work, and see random people…

“It happened again,” I told her as I exhale the cigarette. “What?” “I took the train once to get here and fell in love twice.” “Not this again,” she responded with the face of someone who wants to put out her brightly lit cigarette on my face. “I just can’t…

People always asked me why I visited the same coffee shop almost every day. The baristas and securities thought I live or work nearby, I don’t. My friends thought I was going after someone who works there, I don’t. And my colleagues, they stopped asking about this habit of mine…

The day was hot, sunny, and humid, just like most days in Jakarta. I was standing inside a crowded bus without a properly working air conditioner nor proper ventilation, trying to keep myself productive in the unfriendly environment by reading my recently bought copy of Haruki Murakami’s The Elephant Vanishes…