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[downtheavenue]

I'm currently reading and underlining the shit out of Pico Iyer's The Global Soul: Jet Lag, Shopping Malls, and the Search for Home. I read this book and feel not unlike the raccoon-eyed teenager weeping to NIN in her bedroom whispering, "They don't understand me like you do, Trent." The quotes that strike the deepest chord with me are at least

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[labelledcaustic]

Pico Iyer is amazing. I am obsessed with travel writing. Or "literature", or what have you.

Sebab itu makanan padang adiktif banget, di masak dengan mariuana. Oke, dulunya, tradisinya. Menurut bapak gw yang ibunya dari Bukit Tinggi... pertamanya gw nga tau mau percaya atau nga abis kadang2 asal ngomong aja...ehhh taunya emang dia lagi serius! Gila, lagi ngilir nih mikirin rumah makan padang. Eh, nga ke Indonesia libur ini???

[downtheavenue]

i'm new to the fellow. have you read his fiction? are they any good? 'cos the plots of them don't strike me as particularly interesting.

hahahaha awesome. ya hari ini in fact - pesawatnya nanti malem - gue dan ibu naek cebu pacific direct ke jakarta, terus langsung ke jogja, nengok kuburan dan stuff like that, trus ke bandung. (udah request nih pergi ke restoran sunda yang gurame gorengnya enak.) trus ke jakarta. trus balik sini. cuma seminggu aja ya jadi kita harus cepet cepet, gak ada time really untuk relax.

[labelledcaustic]

Wha whaaaa enak banget. Makan makannnnn. Tapi sibuk juga jadwal lo.

Gw kangen banget jogjaaaaa... Eh di sini ada pentas teater independen dan satu judulnya "Mexico City/Yogyakarta" lho...katanya super hebat, (tapi menurut kenalan gw yg main karakter paling bagus orang filipino hehe dan nga ada orang indonesia ikut main). Nga gitu jelas ceritanya tapi wahhh bikin terharu dan kangen deh, wah nga beres cuman mikirin itu aja jadinya.

Eh, jadi tujuhbelasan di sono? Menjengkelkan sekali gw di sini sendirian, di undang ke rumah konsul jeneral tapi malu nga tau orang... haha.