Jogjakarta came up in a recent conversation and I thought of an old friend who sat with me when I was bored to death and got his guitar and ketik lagu ini for me.
He's from Jogjakarta. Haha.
Anyway I stopped being friends with him after I came back from Germany because somebody told me he was talking about me behind my back - read: he called me fat.
Not that I am offended if people call me fat. I call me fat every day. But it wasn't nice. When you talk about some proportions being fat.
Apa-apalah. Losing a friend is sad. Especially when he tried to reconcile but I ignored it so high and mightily.
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