I hate it

Ruang 3×4 m ini terasa makin sempit. Rasanya, mau bernapas saja membutuhkan energi ekstra. Padahal hanya ada saya disini. Sendiri.

Mood saya naik turun tidak karuan. Saya (di)harus(kan) membuat keputusan yang mungkin efeknya akan berimbas pada keseluruhan perjalanan hidup ini. And I hate it.

Some said that I just have to make the damn decision, and get it over with.

Pret. It’s not that easy. I know that I need to be happy again. And I guess, I owe myself that much.

But, how can you say goodbye to someone/thing whom you dearly love and be happy afterwards?

Good God, I hate it.

Day: Six (telat yo ben)

Yogyakarta. A rough landing-oh how I hate flying these days. Had sego pecel for breakfast. Went to Mirota batik afterwards. Bought a Beras Kencur chocolate, just because-and yup, I regret it right after the first bite. Yuck!

Day: Five

Hujan deras. Pohon tumbang. Papan reklame roboh. Kejebak macet. Maki – maki Foke. Yeah well, Jakarta di musim hujan lah ya.