Change

Wise people say, the only thing that never change is the change itself. Then here I am, constantly changing.

Grow older, sometimes I know the wiser choice, but still I love to be childish.

Seeing many place, experiencing abundant situations, believing too much, loving too hard, hurting and being hurt too deep, all those things contribute to my ever changing persona.

This blog, is witnessing my change.

Fashion is changing, so is the clothes in my wardrobe.

Trend is changing, so is the hobbies.

Technology is developing, so is the gadgets, the social media like facebook twitter whatever bla2.

Theme di blog ini 3x ganti.

Bahkan pacarpun berganti.

Selera makan berganti.

Change.. grow… move..

Moving from place to place, from Magelang, to Semarang, to Karawaci, then now I wander around Melbourne to find peace in new surroundings.

move to a new place is easier than move to a new heart.

*loh kok galau.

Sometimes I really need time for myself, which is important. But I don’t like to alone, I always feel sad whenever I am all by myself, I hate eating alone, and all other alone thingy. I know that alone doesn’t always mean lonely, that’s why now I try not to feel lonely. And I think I can! I’m always wondering how my friend can survive the weekend just inside his room, playing with his laptop, cooking and eating by himself, and doesn’t open his mouth to talk with anyone. omigod! Then this weekend, I did it! Well, it’s not the whole weekend, cos last Saturday I went watching NAIF and Petra Sihombing singing in Melbie with friends. Then churching eating and eating with friends and families on Sunday. Then today, Monday, but this Monday is public holiday, and I’ve decided to spent my day at home. This is the day I was forced to be alone. And i didn’t talk to anybody til dinner time, just my thumbs talking to my blackberry. Watch DVDs, munching snacks, sleeping, in and out my blanket, jogging in my room, totally by myself. Still this is uncomfortable, but hey, I did it.

Oops. I’m getting irrelevant, i think.

Anyway, I change.

This heart that has broken so many times, become stronger. Then things look more complicated than ever. People become more manipulative. I sometimes do not know what to believe. Maybe this is experience. The truth is, thing or person that does look good isn’t always good. Vice versa.

Dan mungkin pandangan tentang pasangan idup, sang pangeran, juga telah berubah. It’s not all about love. lebay. galaw. ribed. ckckck.

eh jadi curcol.

Then i’m too sleepy to tell you my story. Nite, people.

postingan yg berantakan.  moga2 dikit yg baca deh. grook.

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