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Why would Green Day wake up when September ends? Happy Sunday.

I'm alone at Angel-In-Us Bintaro, sipping hot Cappucino and finishing chocolate muffin. slurp!
Today I woke up feeling restless. Tired and no energy. I sat like a jellyfish in dining table and mommy greeted me warmly, "Kenapa kok energinya habis setelah kerja sama Mas Don? Kalau abis Kak Adhit nggak habis.. nggak happy ya sama Mas Don?" Hahah..Mom, I really appreciate your care. Awesome that you could feel my fire after practice. But it's not that I was not happy... I was just fokin tired and thought "I'm gonna be sick..."

As the sun heating up Sunday afternoon, I forget about that weary feeling. I was mixing mango and strawberry, thinking about renting a studio and practice my choreo, alone. It's always lovely. But turned out that the studo staff are having event in Bintaro Festival so, okay, plan B has to be done. Making my room as the dance space without Air Conditioner, with natural wind from the opened windows. The benefits of practicing in my room is:
  • super sweaty
  • free. gratis!
  • I can wear only short and sport bra. naked is also allowed.
But the space was too small, only suitable if your choreo is meant to be standing still HAHAHA. FAIL! 

Then decided to chill here.. and too many things to tell. Breakdown would be nice.
SATURDAY - 29 September 2012
Woke up early morning, lack of sleep, waiting for SMS of Mr.Sardono's studio address, but he didnt send until 10 AM, thought that it was cancelled. But with all my will, I came, already wearing sport bra inside my clothes.

With some walking effort and working out my brain which is lack of direction, I finally found the studio. It's an old, abandoned house. He stood in front of his car. I smiled, and he walked in without waiting for me. I walked near and he stood near the bushes. Hahaha, so mysterious like Don Juan in Castaneda books.
Went in, amazed by the scene. The house is so fokin abandoned, but with display lamps on top at some spots, and the studio was full of his paintings. I can tell that he paints without thinking. He paints and not trying to copy or mime anything. 

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