Monday

Its that new beginning every single week, sometimes i feel good about mondays cos in doing the job that i like (and get paid fucking lot)

But todays not the day. Today's just the day that i wanna sleep. I dont want this anymore. Im fucking tired i just wish my parents are rich as fuck and i dont have to go through these shit in order to live by.

Happy Monday!

I felt happy

I am back in Jakarta, back to the routine. And i am ....... Sad.

Korea bound

Somewhere in this road, i felt cold, my legs were shaky, i cant feel my nose. But i felt happy.

Its like a whole new world, a whole new feeling i have never felt before. Everything feels different, i felt happy even when i didnt try.

Every morning, a brand new journey awaits, a new world is waiting for me to explore. A step to something i dont even know. I got lost a lot, but inside it feels familiar, like a place you can call home.

A way to endless journey. I remember buying milk every morning from the vending machine. It was real, but why does it feel like a dream?

Like i was asleep for 6 days and i went to my own wonderland, where i only found joy, excitement and happiness.

And now after im back, i feel lost. I dont want to wake up from this dream. I dont want to to back to reality.

20.03.15 and

Tired. I think you must be bored reading my blog. Its all about me complaining again and again and again and again and again and again.

There are times when i dont know who to talk to, thats when i come here. And write to you. Believe me, i dont know who you are (maybe i do but nah i dont have any clue who still reads this blog)

Its kinda like you want the world to know, and at the same time, you dont want anyone to know.

Human, such a weird creature.