The other day, we were talking about "The One that Got Away" -- very well written, IMO -- when I recalled something I'd meant to write some time ago. Maybe I'll call it "The One that Was Not to Be." Because imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, of course.

Just like with the one that got away, nothing is wrong with the one that was not to be. The two of you are happy in each other's company. You do things together, you laugh at each other's jokes; on paper, you are perfect for each other.

That is before the inevitable "Hey, you know what, I think it'll be good if we take our relationship one step further. What say you?" pops up and is accepted.

The title says it.

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Current mood: mournful

I have this irregular cycle of boredom. Simply put, it's a period for me to lose interests in everything. It comes in different levels, some last for merely days, some weeks, and I even had one that was around for almost a month. Imagine that, a month of boredom.

When it's time for this cycle to kick in, I honestly can't find any motivation to do anything. Small things come and go and I'll get excited for a short while, but the big picture remains: I'm bored and nothing interests me anymore.

Abis bersih-bersih di HS, nemu ginian. Berhubung dibuang sayang, daur ulang aja deh di sini.

"...maka kita harus tahu rumus mana yang sebaiknya digunakan. Lintasan benda ini berbentuk kurva dengan persamaan..." Pak Jaya memindahkan spidol ke tangan kirinya, lalu melanjutkan menulis di papan tulis.

Komar menguap dan mengalihkan perhatiannya ke sekeliling. Di sebelah kirinya Dirman nampak tekun dengan buku teks di hadapannya. Pensil di tangannya bergerak lincah, menggambar kurva -- yang berwujud salah satu karakter Dragon Ball. Komar terkekeh pelan.

A hand tapped on my shoulder and a voice positively said, "Dodol Surodol dot blogspot dot com!"

Okay, I had been called many different names, some funny, most not, a number with traceable origins, a few completely out of the thin air. But to be called a Uniform Resource Locator? That had to be a first.

Annoyed, I looked up from the copy of The Da Vinci Code and into the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. The cutest eyebrows I'd ever stared at. The most handsome nose I'd ever beheld. The...

"You are Dodol Surodol dot blogspot dot com, right?" The voice was less positive now.

"Err..." Quick, something clever! Something from a movie, maybe. "Depends... Who's asking?" Phew.

Well, not quite. But by now you should've been familiar with how we bloggers feel about dramatic titles.

If you've been an almost-nomad like me, this might not come as much of a surprise. Fate had it today that I came across an unopened box in my closet. It had not been opened since I moved into the new place -- not the current one, two places down the list -- years ago.

Inside were photo albums. The good ol' real photo albums. The sort you can physically touch and open, not just click on and stare at on your monitor. The photos were those taken between 1997 and 2001 -- just the time I moved into this new place at Clementi.