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I walked hastily to reach her. There she is! A grand gracious figure. Couple more yards, I’ll be inside her...
... Plaza Senayan
“Home”, I said longingly. My friend gave me the strange look. She must think I’m exaggerating, or worse.. insane. The fact is, I really miss this place.
It’s our headquarters, best meeting point, a place to see and to be seen…
You probably think I’m a hedonist consumptive sale-freak shopaholic kinda girl. No no no! It’s not about the place, really. It’s what it represents…
My friend could text me one day, asked me to accompany her to PS looking for a special gift, or she had bad day at the office and needed a cup of coffee, other friends celebrated his promotion or birthday or farewell or..
another friend had a blind date and it went bad and she urged me to go there to rescue her…
It represents togetherness, friendship, fun, compassion…
I’m emotionally attached to this place.
Ps. I’m not working for PS nor its PR agency. I don’t get paid for this post. But, if PS management happens to read this, and would like to give me some rewards.. please do so! I don’t mind… ;p
A friend gave this quote:
“The stupid neither forgives nor forgets,
The naïve forgives and forgets,
The wise forgives but not forget”
I’ve been thinking a lot about forgiveness.
Yes, it’s the moment of the year to forgive and ask for forgiveness.
Thousand times, if not countless times, we’ve been lying ourselves by saying “It’s alright”, while we’re still hurting.
Some things take much longer time to get over with.
Sometimes even after we got over it, the scar never completely heals…
It’s very difficult to forgive.
It’s even more difficult to forget.
“Being stronger is not holding on,
But letting go…”
So, be the strong! Let go all the grudges.
Forgive me, okay?
My ex-boy friend, now becomes a very good friend of mine.
I think there’s no room for us to blackmail each other, as we keep each others’ “little secrets”.
Sometimes I wonder how our relationship could grow this way
I once fell all over for him, wept hundreds nights for him.
There were times when we couldn’t stand each other’s presence…
Those days are gone…
Now, as we grow mature (yeah, right!), we end up kinda depend on each other in most peculiar way…
Before I came to Bali, he constantly encourages me.
He knows I hate loneliness.
I remember he said this, “You take care, will you? Don’t fall easily with an asshole who would just take advantage on you because you’re lonely…”
It’s one hell of an advise coming from your ex isn’t it?
On my reckless nights here, when I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, having nothing’s to do and noone to talk to, wait for the mercy of God to put me to sleep soon… he calls.
We talk, and laugh, and giggle, call each other names, more laugh…
He put a smile on my sleep.
Thanks, pal!
I’ve been racking my brain trying to write something – some light, witty or insightful little story about my life. Words haven’t come so easily to me lately as there are lots of things weighing heavily on my mind.
So, I’ve been living in a paradise island for almost 2 weeks now (exc
luded 10 days in Makassar). I live in an exotic 4-bedroom house just away from the beach. I can see the pristine blue beach and a white spark of wave, and black sand just by standing by my window. I can smell the salty air every time I take my breath.
Sounds like a dream everyone’s dreaming, huh?
The thing is, I’m alone. Far from my family. In my younger life, I always wanted to live in dormitory, you know like Enid Blyton’s Mallory Towers or St Clare. But living in dormitory (with lots of friends) is completely different from living alone in a house far far away from home. I couldn’t get descent sleep at first. I dismay the chicken running through my yard (I’m 200% sure they haven’t got the vaccine for AI!!), I got freaked out when someone suddenly turned off the light. I worried if the tokek living in the back of the cupboard would approach and touch me when I sleep…
Oh.. about the guy who turned off the light.. I found out later that he didn’t mean to frightened me or anything… he just want to have some fun by peeping out the lovers who often made out near the beach. And my backyard is just a perfect location to peep!
I don’t mean to sound like ungrateful person. NOOOOoooooo!! It’s just that.. I don’t really enjoy being here. Maybe not yet. Maybe it takes sometimes for me to adjust all this abrupt changes from my secured life to a fractured world! Haha….
Wish me luck…
(I badly need that, especially during the night before I close my eyes and I see the tokek shyly peeping from the cupboard!)
