i am the time traveler (volum 2)

logically, time traveling is never been plausible, it's way out of our mind.

look what happened to those who were dying to excessively pushing their brain's limit just to study on how traveling through time can make possible. in most cases they would tragically ended up being so pathetic on a high tech wheelchair like Stephen Hawking. you even had a machine to help you speak. hopefully the machine is not operating with Windows Vista or else you would be speaking out the words ten minutes late than they intended to be. blue screen. crash. you die. virus wins.

or at least you would simply kill yourself because you just couldn't stand the extreme pressure from the people around you, when you had a weird futuristic hairstyle like Einstein.

you might claim that your hair did look cool, you know, out-of-bed messy hairdo, but some superstitious oldies would rather think of that as the 'Rambut Kerinting Syaitan' and thought that you were dealing with evil spirit. the last thing you knew was, you were chased out of the town by all of the rampaging crowds and you decided to hang yourself instead of dying slowly being sodomized with a very long pole that one of them was holding.

okay, that's too much. but you know what i mean.

before you could travel through time, your time was up. ironic. makes you sound like a sore loser.

absurd.

but last night, i did travel through time.

in fact, i wasn't alone.

some of us did too.

...

we didn't really go back to the past, or, dissolved into the distant future where all the cliche of robots versus humans is currently the highlight of the world that day. no.

i just stopped the time.

at 2 am. my clock stopped ticking.

not even a single second. or millisecond of the second. or even another tinier micro nano michelangelo donatello version of that second.

it lasted for an hour, before it could move itself like normal.

practically, i have 25 hours in a day to spend today.

...

so, when you hear people say that, whenever you are alone and lonely, the time moves so slow, this time around, i could feel it to believe it.

in my case, it stops.

it means, i miss you, oh so badly.

now we are 7 hours apart. i hope that it will never be harder on us.

"I hate to be where she is not, when she is not.

And yet, I am always going, and she cannot follow."

Henry, The Time Traveler's Wife

currently into : Broken - Lifehouse

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