When you went somewhere far, and left all things you had got before, like your family, you would feel something like hundred times more than just sad. It was horrible. I can't even think the right adjective to describe it. You lost something you knew you couldn't replace.
The flashbacks were the worst. Memories came back and smashed you over and over again. Everything was reminded you of them....
November 04, 2014
September 02, 2014
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Belajar di kelas bareng.
Gosip bareng.
Random chat di Line bareng.
Ledekan super kejam bareng.
Latihan ensemble bareng.
Ngomporin orang bareng.
Makan bekel bareng.
Mie ayam Pak Yoyo bareng.
Nyalin PR bareng.
Ngobrol ngalor ngidul sampe sore bareng.
Selfie nggak jelas bareng.
Nyupporterin...
August 13, 2014
Sometimes letting something go is a beautiful thing that ever happened in your life
“Kecewa nggak sih, impian ITB-nya harus kandas?”
Saya menulis ini karena saya lagi writer block buat nulis
essay tugas ospek. And I don’t really have something to do so....yea. Here we
go.
I always have dreams, until I become unaware of how high my
dreams are. Someone told me there’s no mimpi ketinggian or something, but when
you try to be more a realist, then they become clearer. You can’t...
August 12, 2014
PPSMB, Pentingkah?
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July 15, 2014
Have I Been Trapped the Whole Time?
Feels like life has been a trap this whole time.
And lying.
And torturing.
Because right and wrong doesn't even exist.
Dos and don'ts always look blurry and surreal.
Delusional.
.
.
Who are we?
What is life?
.
Then
.
Where are You?
Help me.
I'm lost.
.
Or,
Maybe,
You mislead me all this time?
.
.
.
Oh God forgive ...
June 15, 2014
I just don't know what to write.
I'm just here, sit, listen, think...
I backsound this moment with O by Coldplay.
"Fly on, ride through..."
Then here I go again, doing nothing but deep, deep, inside I feel something I can't even describe.
I don't hate you, you, or you, or my life.
I don't.
I don't?
I just don't know what you, you, or you, or my life, are.
.
.
.
Then I believe "not knowing" is the...
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