Monday, March 3, 2014 It was my first day working in my former campus. I did not apply. I would never, of course. Graduated in 2011, I never came back to that place, not even paying a visit except taking Castaneda books from someone I respect, who works there, still. And it was him who asked me to help as his secretary as he just got a position he did not apply, probably he would never. It was a crucial, high position in the faculty. My brother in law took me there with motorcycle. The first sign I got was a falling wet stem on my shoulder, from a tree. That stem looked old and weak. Never confuse between Taman Ismail Marzuki and Institut Kesenian Jakarta. That is like one whole thing, but I'll let you know, the feeling around TIM is different with the one in the campus. Medium trees and the lazy breeze, an open space, unfortunately it's not really a park (taman), just a parking lot with street-style cafes on the left side. Nostalgia can not be escaped, and the funny thing ...
live real. dream big.