Bali was beautiful. There were moments when it felt like a graveyard but I found my peace. I found it 9 meters below sea level learning how not to dive. I half sat there like a rock instead of watching the schools of fish swim around and I found my peace. At that moment nothing else mattered. Only me and the cold sea water overwhelming every strand of muscle and every drop of energy within me. I saw God. Yes He exists!
I realize King Salomon was right all along. Life is meaningless. And people who work hard for their future and never enjoy today make it more meaningless by their every effort.
I wish everyday were Sunday and people didn’t have to worry about money, ever. But life doesn’t work that way and I have to sleep now so I can pick up on work tomorrow.
One more thing, soccer is meaningless too, but I like it anyway. Go Ghana! Go Mexico! Go South Korea!!
I can’t believe humans can fly.
I had to drive take my mom and dad to Jakarta over the weekend and Budhi, Linda and my little brother came along. After dropping my parents off we fetched Dee at Chilis and had dinner at Kelapa Gading mall. Then we dropped by Linda’s brother’s house to get rid of her let her some family time and have a shower. The sun was setting in in a rush, like it was fed up with the big city’s hustle and bustle, so we decided to hit up this new club in town, Bliss. When we got there around 11pm it was a graveyard, so we left for a night meal. We went to Menteng and met two girls from our past, didn’t even bother to stay for a chat because we were assholes and went straight for the food. There were three cute girls sitting around the steps where we sat, and Dee kinda half-flirted with them. I wonder what happened to his mojo. Loser. Moving on, we went back to Bliss and this time the house was pumping. We tried to have a good time and I almost did but Budhi and my bro were just too damn shy. There was a dance competition and I spotted a pretty hot girl moving like the Succubus, luring every guy in the room into her fantasy. No I didn’t hook up with her, Jakarta isn’t Kuala Lumpur and girls here are just naughty on the surface (they’re really just lost little angels). It wasn’t a bad night but Budhi wanted to check out other clubs in town so we went to Nu China and it was just too damn crowded. We checked out a few more clubs after that, and between going in and out of these clubs I started to feel like I was having repetitive retract orgasms. Everytime I’d get in the rhythm and start to forget the world around me my friends would call me out and tell me we’re moving to the next club. What the fuck is wrong with these people? Well then I lost my mood and we went back to Dee’s place to spend the rest of the night morning there. There were no windows in the room so we slept until it was 11am and we felt like it was still 5am. Then we went back home, and I spent ten bucks worth of Starbucks coffee on the freeway toll road.
So much for Bliss.
What is splotch?
Well you know when you paint your room and shit don’t exactly go right, that’s splotch!!
If you hadn’t noticed (by tracing my IP) I’ve moved again. This time back to the place my parents call home. It’s supposed to be my home too but it never really was until now. What’s the big difference? Internet. Yeah baby now I have internet here in the jungle where monkeys run free. Before it was just crappy dial-up, and it was expensive! Now it’s wireless and it’s cheap!! Cheap as in around $20/month. It’s only 56kbps (modem speed) but the ratio is only 1:5 so it’s not as bad as you might think. I can Skype, I can download videos, I can blog. I can blog. That’s all that matters, really.
You know it’s funny. Before I was making a living off blogging I was always miserable at home. I was always wanting to move somewhere far from home, closer to my other home. I’ve even done it. I’ve moved three times since last year. First to Kuala Lumpur then back home (where I am now) then downtown where I was a few days ago and finally back home. And I’m not that miserable anymore. I wonder why. 24/7 internet alone isn’t enough reason to be all hyped up about life. But I guess it is for me, sad it might sound.
I live my life one kilobyte at a time. In that one kilobyte I’m free. Nothing can touch me. Yeah that kilobyte baby. I gotta stay wired or I’ll lose myself again.
I’m taking it easy. I painted my room and the result was splotch. Splotch all over the wall. I was stupid to use water in place of paint thinner and I ended up fucking up my wall real bad. Good thing it’s green, so now it just looks like growing algae. Kinda cool really.
Aiight enough with Splotch. I’ll resume blogging and work tomorrow. I should go see the Da Vinci Code or X-MEN: The Last Stand or something.
I woke up to nothingness and I finally realized I’m no longer 27. There was no party yesterday, no celebration. The day passed by unnoticed and it was just another day in a stranded blogger’s life. Today had to be different.
On this side of the globe Starbucks is luxury, and I haven’t had my dose in months. So I hitched a ride from Cin to the biggest local mall and got myself a grande caramel frappuccino. It was so good I almost had a brain freeze, and that made my day.
I’m easy to please.
Hi my name is JErm and this is my blog. I'm just a simple guy living a simple life on a simple island.
