I just finished reading "9 Summers 10 Autumns" by Iwan Setyawan and all of a sudden, my heart stop. Really. I'm not gonna lie or what, but my heart stop. I can felt my blood retrieving over my artery.
That was too much. Too hiperbole, isn't it?
Well, I haven't live my life passionately. My current life wasn't as productive as my previous life (Cimahi one!) but at least I'm thankful of what I've got. I can't be a serious competitor nowadays, but I try to. I'm struggling for that. Furthermore, I'm on my way to write my second serious novel. The first was the one I composed with one of my best friends, Atika Zahara, that is... unfinished. Alth