Hei readers, I’m turning down the following stories in The Journey’s volumes. The reason is, I haven’t got any more powers to write down the stories, since the real thing has happened months ago. And yet, I’m in the mood for sharing another things than stories in The Journey’s volumes.
But then, this ‘incident’ would be a temporary. And, in the future there’s a possibilities that I would make any stories in The Journey’s volume, but in a different type, a different point of view, and a different stories – of course.
All of this stuff is another way from myself to make my site would be better and would more represents my ideas, my life, and myself – certainly. And, I do need your support to make all of this happens.
Anyway, this is also on the spirit of my renewal, on a new year of 2010, welcoming the new decades on 3rd millenium ages. And therefore, changes are needed to make things still going and running.
So, don’t go away to far. Because, I’m gonna make this site more livable.
Tags: Billy Koesoemadinata, changes, Daily, Story
I spent the rest of the day with the same-boring-meeting after the break. And, even though I already knew about what to discuss, but I went no more silence. I gave some inputs, and also suggestions to all of the meeting’s participants.
Some of my inputs seems to be nailed. I don’t think it’s because I was the representatives from Jakarta, but more because each of my inputs wasn’t thought before by them. And yeah, I hope those inputs would be more useful someday and the practiced so this Bandung office would be greater than before. Especially for the creative visualization strategies which will be developed here.
My no-more-silence attitude and the sparking inputs didn’t show up by it self. I just need to get more focus, positive, and professional after I couldn’t contact Monica yet. Okay, she’d be angry. But, that doesn’t mean I can’t work. And, going to home town seem to be a good choice.
Tags: Billy Koesoemadinata, Daily, Fictious, Story, The Journey, The Offer
The meeting went so boring. Nothing’s interesting besides strategic plans which I’ve already known since my departure to Bandung. Well, I had to make some inputs though, but somehow I just didn’t do.
2 hours. Then, coffee break. Yeah, great. At least I had some times to get rid this bored from my head since the meeting started.
I went to the front office room. Seeing to the road. Enjoying the traffic of Bandung’s public transportation and lots of vehicles which is used by Bandung’s residences. And somehow, I remembered my hometown.
It’s not the traffic that I remembered, but the peaceful and also the rarity of traffic jam. Enjoying morning and afternoon walk by foot. Being lonesome, but every step has a story.
Could it be, after this Bandung task I went to my hometown? Just to get rid of deadlines, and also take some break in the middle of business? Would it happen?
It’s been a while since my last time visit to Tasikmalaya. And, I think nothing’s wrong if I asked for a sudden vacation like this to Paulo. But in reality, Paulo isn’t the one I worried about.
I pressed a speed dial on my cellphone. Then, the tone heard.
“Yes Dear, what’s up?” asked Monica directly on the phone. “Miss me, huh? I miss you too.”
Tags: Billy Koesoemadinata, Daily, Fiction, Story, The Journey, The Thought
“You’re not with her anymore? Since when? How come?” Abdul finishes his meal, then drank his juice.
I went to silence. I put away my unfinished meal. The joy flew away just right with the moment of that name has spoken even I’ve forgotten since long ago.
“You can say, our relationship can’t be through anymore because one and another things. And, we’re agreed to end it.” I answered diplomatically.
“But, you’ve always said that, you wanted her to be your last?”
“Yes, I had. But she might not be thinking the same thing. She might not wanted me to be her last.”
“But.. but.. when you’re in high school, you look so matches!”
I smiled. Trying to give my mask which is showing that I’m fine, even the memories made the old wound in my heart ripped again. Hurts. Painful. But for an old friend like Abdul, I’m surely can’t show him my pain.
Tags: Billy Koesoemadinata, Daily, diary, Journey, occurences, Story, The Journey, The Occurences

