Everyone
have their own fantasy world. Like when they become the superhero or where
there’s a perfect world without crime and Borneo is green still. Something that
they can hope for, something people dream about.
I, too,
have my own fantasy world. A world where everything is normal. Beckham still
the football king of England along with Cantona, Jakarta’s street still filled
with commuters coming from all over small town nearby, and Joan Rivers still
have an agenda for lips pumping appointment.
No need for a fucking unicorn or
spaghetti everywhere or naked chicks always there on my bed whenever I want to.
That’s not “the dream”. Those things are overrated and it will be a chaotic-ending
kind of fantasy.
The only thing that could ever be
a fantasy is when my plan works well.
It will
not ever be “just” that. I always have a plan. It’s just a daily routine. I
keep things simple, I know what I wanna do at which hour and I will do it. If
even I didn’t do it, I can always handle with a backup plan.
Me and
my plan always works well. Things are getting worse when people came in or I invited them (on purpose or not it doesn’t
matter, being social is irresistable). Some people just can’t cooperate. The
most annoying people is the one who wasn’t invited by me with purpose and however
think they have the rights to know.
Well..
Just a simple fantasy world where my plan works well, daily ones not like a
future what not, without any obstruction. I just want time and people that is
inside my plan (somehow) to be good to me. Now, that’s “the dream”.
