Serene Sunday afternoon, listening to cliche Indonesian love songs, reading current movie project brief, daydreaming, trying to be less prone to critics, trying to get a sense of what's currently happening in these rites of passage, trying to figure it out. Thinking of the thin line between love and infatuation. Thinking of the people who suddenly seem so distant, and the strangers who suddenly seem so close. Questioning my way of perceiving the world. Contemplating on how I've sinned like other people, and how I've sinned differently than other people. Considering myself as too much to handle, at the same time being grateful that some people really do not mind.

And longing, longing for those innocent talks, without agenda, without intention, only two people trying to get to know each other.