Morris

Morris is about to reach his 24th birthday

and like Blink-182 lyrics said "nobody likes you when you're 24"

and Morris is just like "well no shit, I don't like me either."

"I like you," said him but he forgot he just turned 24

"Maybe cut your hair first." She retorted.

"I guess my hair's also 24, then." He remarked, she just looked at him funny.

"And you're too short," and Morris for once was grateful he was not actually a male.

"Am I valid?" He looked at himself in the mirror, going weary.

"I'm..."

"I'm growing my hair then."

(Fuck who's watching) everyone in the coffee shop. Morris wears his baseball cap to hide it, nobody seems to care.

"Your coffee.." the barista put a cup on the counter and smiled, "Morris."

"I just wish you don't remember my name so much." He thinks. Professionalism is a real thing.

Strum once. Strum twice.

"We can be together," he sang out, "if you want to."

"I don't wanna leave," his voice cracked, "if you don't wanna."

Why is it so hard to hear your own voice?

"I got another five years," Morris showed her the card, "I'd give it to you."

"Why?"

"Got no use for it anyway."

"Morris," she held his hands on the table, "it's never personal."

Morris was never really into amusement park, but the crowd gave him a false sense of comfort.

And concert is another thing. Someone taller accidentally knocked his cap off.

"Sorry," the stranger mumbled. He smiled apologetically, picked up his cap and return it.

"It's fine," Morris said.

"I'm Neil." and Morris for the second time was grateful that he was not actually a male.

March Update

What's up fellas, how do you do? I'm still alive! And writing an update! At the start of the month! By golly, is it going to snow tomorrow? I remember the last time I did something really out of habit, it didn't rain for three days straight (and Bandung rains daily, believe me). It seems superstitious to believe in such thing, but I like to joke about it. I have friends whom whenever we plan hangouts with, it would rain. I also have friends who don't bring rain. In Japan this person (assuming it's female) is called ame-onna, I guess? I read it in comics; whenever you invite that person it will almost certainly rain. I love that despite this silly urban legend, Japan still has one of the most accurate weather forecast in the world. (just take my word for it)

Since February was short, it took me a while to realize that it's March already. I didn't have any expectations, or target, or... anything, really. Anway, what do I write then? I figured I was just too excited to write, that I didn't realize that "March Update" supposedly contains update of my March, not just a quarter of the month, so it would be probably better to write at the end of the month? Probably, but while I'm in the mood to type, I wouldn't put this to waste.

Achievement update: I (almost) successfully refrain from social media for a whole February, especially twitter. I said almost, because a friend mentioned me at the end of the month and it appeared in my notification, so on GP I gotta reply, right? I still can't stay away from YouTube, though, only for the background noise. I used to think it's fine until I stumbled upon this article on medium about descending into YouTube addiction. I do realize that it's always the "oh, it's only for background noise" mindset at the beginning, but before long it's lost hours I could never get back. So I guess my end-of-March target would be less YouTube?

Music update: I've been listening to a lot of Car Seat Headrest in the past month. American-based band, began as a solo project by the lead vocalist Will Toledo. A few handpicked tracks that I repeat over and over and somehow I still don't get tired of them. The lyrics speak volumes to me; it's like something that my another soul from another reality would scream. Not subliminal, not political, very personal. It makes me want to hug Will and tell him that everything would be okay, but it seems like his lyrics already did that to me first. Perhaps that's why even their latest album art made perfect sense to me.

Twin Fantasy (Face to Face) artwork - Car Seat Headrest

Food (?) update: Last week I went to this hip coffee shop near the Bandung landmark Gedung Sate, named Sejiwa. A dear friend of mine kept recommending me that but only then I had the will to actually check out something new (heh), so there we went. I did expect good coffee, of course, and good amount of people in the cafe, since it was weekend and it had good reviews. What I didn't expect was their wide variety in western and oriental cuisine. They had sandwiches and toast, but not your usual sariroti-bread sandwich, they used sourdough (!!) according to the menu. They had omurice as well, and apple pie, holy shit.

I wanted to try everything on the menu, but they were... uh... quite pricey for me, even though my friend said they're all recommended. Everything is 35k and up, and I already ate before going there, so I just settled with truffle french fries for light snack to go with my iced caramel macchiato (wanted affogato but they were out of it, dang), and by golly was it the best fries I've ever had in ages. Somehow it tasted familiar (I mean, it's fries), but it's just.. subtly different. The menu suggested the fries used truffle oil, and they did look shiny drenched in oily substance, but it didn't taste greasy at all. I was appalled that french fries could taste this good, and I was so taken aback that I don't even remember how my coffee tasted, lol. I mean the coffee's good, but maybe too much caramel for me, and I kinda expected it to be served in a glass instead of plastic cup. Not a fan of the plastic cup; we would be here until the coffee's finished, anyway.

I also bought their sacheted drip coffee to brew at home (the Bali Kintamani kind), quite pricey too, but pretty good. 5/5 for the fries, 3/5 for caramel macchiato, and 4/5 for the drip coffee.

Truffle French Fries with Cheese

I forgot to introduce you guys to my new cat in 'da koz', since Ibeng left many many months ago. He came.. well, many many months ago. This one has fur pattern that's a bit like him, but this one is bigger and more aggressive; whenever I tried feeding him he would try to snatch the foods before I finish pouring it out for him. I didn't give him a particular name, though. I tried naming him Leo, but there had been no occasion that I had to call him by name, so that one's kinda forgotten.

Leo- or whoever this is

Well, that's enough update for the first half of March, I guess. I hope I can keep the enthusiasm throughout the month and the year afterwards. Hope your Marchs go well, too.

Cheers.