Looking to a friend's travelling pictures makes two things work in your head. First, you're happy for your friend because they've managed to go to beautiful places. Second, you will hate them because they've managed to go to places you can only dream about. Or you just say "Oh my God" (Oh my God, that counts third)
Can you imagine how pity you are, especially me? Oh my God, the earth is big and I just stuck in this - crowded smelly hot jam corrupt small - spot (city)
They say the book is a window to the world. I don't completely agree, comparing to the word 'window' of my room. Whenever I open my window I can look around to see where the birds fly, I can say hi to my neighbor, I can smell soil after the rain. But 'window' in a terms of reading a book, I can't look around to see the other bird when the author only write about one bird. I can't say hi to the person in the book. I can't smell the cooking when the author write about a traditional Kazakhstan food. Books don't really take me there. I don't know what kind of window they talk about.
Oh my God, somebody please take me. Or I'll take you
Tidak apa-apa Tuhan, ikat aku dengan tali kekang, dan ajak aku jalan-jalan
Oh and if you know this place, you're awesome and we should travel together ^ ^
