Crazy

I haven't made many stories about crazy friends since a year ago.
I was thinking,
Why did I stop?

I am currently chain-listening to The Vamp's "Can We Dance?",
The lines that caught my ears and eyes were,
"Don't mind my friends,
I know they're all crazy,
But they are the only friends that I have"

The people that can accept my craziness,
And as well as being comfortably crazy around me.

All the things that they don't even show their boyfriends (laughs).

The only boys that sees me during my rebel years,
And laugh at it while pat me on the head.

The girls that makes squinty eyes whenever I make weird face expressions,
And starts a chain-story.

The eldest of us,
That is never sober but yet,
Gives all the advice I needed,
And the most comfortable person I open up to.

The one that always clams up whenever we ask about her relationship with Farid,
But she analyzes the situation I am always in,
And tell the flaws that could eat me inside and out.

The one that is always winning in everything,
Who shows aura of superiority,
But no one but us knows her "dark" side,
Where she crazily like to act as a raper.(Yes, raper. Not rapper.)
With me being the victim,
Primarily.
No, seriously.

The one who is the most similar to me,
But somehow I think the way she deals with things,
By not giving a shit,
And buries herself in work,
Is something that I can never do.

And the one that may seem like a feminine girl,
With her angelic voices,
But not to be fooled by her also craziness,
And addiction to coffee powder.
Yes,
Coffee powder.

Being crazy as well as being happy,

Is when I found them when I was lost and away from my previous craziness.

Liaison and Future Planning

I cannot help myself from thinking about it.
In lieu of making amend to what I precariously brought upon myself,
There are two things that trudging back to my mind.

She was right by making that decision.
By disengaging herself from the people that she thought are pulling away from her,
At least she feels at peace knowing that nothing could harm her anymore.
Or the other way around.
If she feels happier and more secure this way,
I hope she feels more at ease.
I want her to be happy.
She deserves it.

And now I feel like that.
Probably because there were many incidents enough,
And now the lines are shouting "labile" and "breakable" and "fragile",
and "untrustworthy".

Maybe it is what time give to people in associates.
You just... see.

The second thing is future planning.

I finally found my partner in crime,
For travelling around the world.
Ricchan gave me his word.
With him having experience travelling,
It would be the coolest thing to go backpacking and seeing the world with him.

Post-graduation,
Ricchan promised me.
Florence, Venice, Rome, Italy.
Moscow, Vyborg, Petrozavodsk, Saint Petersburg, Russia.
Istanbul, Turkey.

After I am not tied with IPG,
We only have to check the time we are going and collect ourselves some money.
Amir would kill me.
But I want to live.
I want to see the world.
It doesn't matter if the destinations are not popular,
There are precious things called experience.

And being tied up,
In marriage,
It is not what I include in my future.
In the distant future probably.
But not in the near 10 years.

Thinking about my aim in future give me jitters.
A good kind of jitters.
Imagining that when we check in to an alien place,
Where people don't speak our natives,
Go where our feet take us,
And just absorb everything.

I want that.

I want to go to Istanbul twice because first, Mom wanted to see the tulips.

I want to give her that.

Second is my own selfish reason. I want to see the farthest my feet could take me.