05:55

it's too early for write something here
even i just already woke up and washed my face.

first time i write in English. try to remember all grammars that been start to fade away cause it never used to write something grammatically like i usually do in school -since i already in college, so i never do it again haha- Been too long for waiting and memorizing everything, i randomly start write in English, after i read a lot of writings on my friend's blog. None of my sentence looks good to me. Keep thinking if it is proper or not. But like i said in the beginning, it's too early to write something, just keep my hand ticking the keyboard without any concern of it. 

Twins, 05:55.

three number that i saw in the right-corner of my laptop screen.

but it keep going and changes in line with this early-writing-after-woke-up. Some said that those twins number means something. Someone in somewhere missing us, they said. Based on the serial of alphabet, you can find the clue, the first alphabet for the name about who is missing you. Just counting it. 1 for A, 2 for B, 3 for C and so on. and how about 5? 5 for E. Still no thoughts about who that have "E" as first alphabet in their name who are missed me, haha. 

But i've been thinking about missing you. Have you been recognize it? Keep my mind straight is the harddest things to do when you always came up in my dreams. HAH. it's too melancholic. girls never wait for something bad, and we just keep waiting for something good to happen. Even we know, both of bad or good things happen based on the way it supposed to be happen. Girl-things, maybe. Sometimes, missing somebody is just like swimming. In one side you were happy for having time to play around in the water, but in the other side you were unhappy cause you get wet and need to change your clothes and if you don't, you'll quickly get cold. We'll push to realize if there isn't always a good things waiting for us. Not always. Especially when you start missing somebody.

All those random things keep going and spinning in my brain, ask to getting out cause my brain have no enough space and screaming for another things more matter than those girl-things -or maybe it's just me trying to keep it out of my mind- But i still gonna say thanks, for you who make me know how the taste for missing somebody again. 

Ah yeay. it slap me. Again, still, it's too early for writing and talking about you, dude.

regards,
from someone under the table