Bowery

I went home few weeks ago and i bought some books at Periplus in Semarang Airport. This one is called Fatherland by Robert Harris. It takes from a detective story in an alternative history in which Nazi Germany won World War II. Sounds like a terrific novel for me since my favorite novel recently is The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo Trilogy. (Do you get my taste now?)  I was jokingly telling my friend if i were lesbian i would have dated Lisbeth Salander from The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Thanks God i am straight enough not to date a lesbian hacker in real life. But i would indeed recommend this book to every other bookworm i know. I couldn't stop reading those books until i finish. It became an addiction for a while and i was completely in love with this Salander.   I am so sorry that its author Stieg Larsson died shortly after he sent the 3 manuscripts to the publisher. Because i really want to read other books of him. His books are really my things. I am i...

Gosh I-AM-OLD! I still remember when i was in elementary school, i read those teen-lit novels about teenagers life which mostly involved their lovey-dovey romance story. Most of the characters were 16 or 17. They seemed to be really busy during that age. All homonal issues mixed with adventurous day. Thus, it made me wonder what the 17th year of my life would be like. Now im telling you, there has absolutely nothing of those happened during my 16th year of life until now which is almost 22 days after my 17th birthday. No extremely hot guys, no cigarret, no pot-smoking, no dating, let alone getting laid at some parties and i am competely grateful for that. I am safe and on the right track. Eventhough i wonder sometimes what it would feel like to do what those adolescents did in novels. Still, here i am safe and sound. Completely hidden behind my strong wall of believes. But i do feel exasperated and bored like normal teenager despite knowing precisely what to expect ...

Well youre the closest thing I have To bring up in a conversation About a love that didnt last But I could never call you mine Cause I could never call myself yours And if we were really meant to be Well then we justify destiny Its not that our love died Just never really bloomed Well I cant let go No, I cant let go of you Youre holding me back without even trying to. I cant let go I cant move on from the past Without lifting a finger youre holding me back.