8.12.12
22.7.11
alone at last.
31.5.11
24.4.11
sore sederhana
16.4.11
your hand
14.4.11
10.3.11
16.2.11
12.2.11
8.2.11
masihkah kamu ada di jendela?

26.1.11
24.1.11
here it goes.

being open, after all, means being available, exposed, free.
*free to discover joy and love, yet, free to face all of those fear or pain or even rejection*
open = a giant risk.
but the closed one, for me, is an even big big big BIG risk.
so many stuff on my head rite now, which has become like one massive oh-this-is-my-own-adventure book,
the thing is i can't cheat by opening the back page or just the good plot.
Such as job story, love story, move here, move there, chance for travel from one city to another, opportunities that come and go, etc.
and i (still) stand in that place, for being skeptical. think about every option, wondering,
whether i could possibly have the power to rebuild my sandcastle again.
the point is, i've been there before. same situation. i've faced choices, and (sometimes) made the wrong one.
I mean, opened our hearts to new people, new places and new opportunities only to be hurt or disappointed or refused.
so open doesn't feel that easy.
In fact, it feels absolutely terrifying.
the pic taken from here
22.1.11
roller coaster ride
one of my former housemate, Desi, tied the knot this morning. yeeay happy for you both.
and *drum roll*
this happi happu mood suddenly changed into oh-so-wacky mood.
I don't know who to talk to, it's just way to unimportant for me to share, I guess, but it piss me off.
being nice or friendly or whatever it called, sometimes causes me into some trouble. DAMN!
20.1.11
16.1.11
doh.
11.1.11
being honest.
10.1.11
15.12.10
devastated
so that my crappy wednesday.
start from catch myself peeking back at some memories. good and bad. time swirl this times.
burst into tears for stupid yet simple but unimportant stuff. hoooly moly!!
spoke to mum in the morning and turns out i've got another rejection for going out of this city soon. she told me that my reason is ridiculous.
broken headset = brokenhearted (blah!!)
oh how i hate today.
6.12.10
29.11.10
write it.
when quoting is easier.









