After Po Chü-i
After eating lunch, I feel so 3.0.
Waking later, I sip two Ventis of green tea frappuccino,
then notice the Sarinah building aslant, the sun
already low behind Tenabang again.
Joyful people resent Twitterless days.
Sad ones can’t bear the slow connection at their offices.
It’s those with no joy and no Gizmodo—
they trust whatever Palm Pre brings.
Divagyrations 