back to the root

London and Jakarta

primoseto — Wed, 10 Aug 2011 00:08:48 +0000

how are you London? i’ve heard bout your recent stories. You’re wounded i think. And i know about your wound coz i’ve experience the similar thing 13 years ago in my hometown city, Jakarta. Yes, Riot, looting, and burning were happen in that day. I forget the day’s date, but remember it was in my 1998. Everything was terrifying, people were around the road that was already closed. Markets were looted and then burn. There were no police around. And in the same occasion, it claimed victim that is not few. People, who looted, were burned as the market’s building itself finally got burn (don’t know who set the fire). That day was very bad memory for anyone who know and experienced it. Hope london will get recovered soon.

Back to the life

primoseto — Sat, 25 Jun 2011 19:00:42 +0000

As usual, i’m writing here just like a ghost, come and go unpredicticly. Yea.. lots of shits happen in this year, i’ve never realise or even think about that when the year 2010 about to up. But, actually i started the new year with not a good way. i think it’s all about karma, and bad things follow afterwards. I need some redemption for that, but i think this is the way i choose, and i have to keep walking till the end of the lane. where? don’t know yet.

it’s been sometimes

primoseto — Fri, 29 Apr 2011 17:04:49 +0000

i think that you may laugh at me after you hear my whole story. But i won’t tell anyone else, it’s a deep wound for me, the cureless one. The pain still coming sometimes, i do pesimistic to fade it away, all i can do is just get use to the pain. Hate is the painkiller itself. So if someone told me to put the hate away, i just can’t agree with that idea coz it’s just the same with letting me living a acheful life. I think it’s time for me to love myself. i have a damn right for it. fuck off them who’s coming to ruin my life again. just go.. yeah.. just go!

need a love

primoseto — Fri, 21 Jan 2011 00:21:58 +0000

last time i heard a story from a best friend of mine, who told me a story about someone’s love story . here’s the line :

sometimes i’m in greedy wanting a big full love from someone. She always notes me that i already have it, so i need no worry about it. but sometimes she said that i’m no worth of it, because of my (according to her) bad attitude. As time goes by, i try my very best to be a man that is more suitable for her. but i don’t know why i get after i work this hard to be the best of me, i feel that the love that she vow has been given to me full, in reality is quite different. far less than the way she loved me before.

women is quite difficult to be understanded

my late breakfast

primoseto — Sat, 16 Oct 2010 04:22:32 +0000

now i’m having my breakfast with my gorgeous girlfriend (even it’s actually too late to be called ‘breakfast’) at Redwood cafe mataram. it’s located at Jl. Pejanggik Cakranegara district. right in front of SMAK Cakranegara. It’s little bit expensive to order some foods here, and it mostly depend on what you order. but if you’re a food adventurer type of person, i think it’s a ‘nothing to lose’ option to spend a leisure time for a chance of non-ordinary breakfast. As i’m now consuming beef sandwich accompanied with milk-tea cold.contarary from me my girl is so smart.she ordered good n helathy food.and ended up banana split for perfect dessert. i just dont know what to order from the start. how fool i am..

lets start it again

primoseto — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 14:43:14 +0000

i’ve been in rest for a while..

i’ve been just sit and watch what people did for their life..

i’ve been a spectator for sometime..

i need to stand up for what i want..

i can make it through everything..

work hard, pray hard, and dream hard…

thinking about “mudik”

primoseto — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 01:53:27 +0000

mudik itself is a word which means we come back to our home (usually when it comes to big religious day such as Iedul Fitri or Xmas) but since Indonesia is a Moslem-majority-country, mudik is so closely related to Iedul Fitri. Everybody will fight for this moment, they have wait all year long, saving all their money to be spent (maybe) for that day. i think it’s the only habit that exist only in Indonesia

realizing my main weakness

primoseto — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 07:52:24 +0000

cross!!! i realize that i don’t know anything about motorcycle nor car’s world, escpecially about the engine. as i have a big plane to cross my world from routines to freedom (read. travelling), i need this knowledge. but i think it’s far better realize it now than later. so i decide to browsing anything about automotive world.

claiming my own routines

primoseto — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 09:12:21 +0000

here i come again, i have just arrived from jakarta, solving some my personal business, and as the plane has landed, i have to wait for claiming my baggage, as it’s not my usual habit to bring luggage over so that it have to be put in baggage, i always bring my cabine-size luggage, but as i bring my brand-new baseball stick (my old obsession), but the airport officer didn’t allow me to bring it along with me to the plane but to put in in baggage, so i have no choice but to follow his instruction. so the plane went smoothly but the rather harsh landing. and after waiting for a moment among the other people who as usual get so nervous waiting for their luggage, and i tought that it’s so unfair for me just to wait my 30 inch size single stick compare to so many goods that’s thrown by the officer from the plane into the arrival room. and as i scared before, i missed my stick until the luggages stream is over, and i saw around, i didn’t think that there’s gonna be more chest or luggage to be thrown, so i looked around, and gotca!! i found my stick is lied carelessly by the surrounding, thanks god, i have thought that i would lose my first owned baseball stick, and as i felt my tummy getting famished. i decide to go to my favorite restaurant in Selaparang Airport, SUKI BENTO, japanese food specialized restaurant, even if it can’t be compared with it’s companion in such big cities like jakarta, or denpasar, but i think it’s reasonable to have a meal in this place. so i rushed to it, and as usual, before order anything else, i choose the beverage first, my favorite one, JAMAICAN BLAST, it is a blend of roasted cashew and mocca ice cream stir with ice in a very powerful blender. makes it my top3 favorite beverage. and i choose sawari teriyaki (mackarel fish). and i write this notes as i was waiting for the food to come. and when it come, i taste it, hmmm yummy.. this is one of the best food i’ve ever tasted (or maybe i’m just hungry).

ok.. bon appetite everybody..

Andai ku tak hidup di Lombok..

primoseto — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 15:19:22 +0000

mungkin pada waktu-waktu ku menulis tulisan ini, aku baru saja pulang beraktivitas rutin (kantor), karena banyak waktu harianku dihabiskan di jalan untuk sebuah ritual bernama macet, atau kalaupun berusaha menghindarinya, pastinya tak lain dan tak bukan tempatku “bertelur” masih juga di kantor. Menghadapi layar komputer yang sudah menjadi partnerku selama 8-9 jam sebelumnya. … (to be continued) ngantuk bro