Just stumbled upon this blog again, after years.. Reading it, especially the draft folder just bring so much nostalgia So I decided to just write again, now that I have time... Not for anyone, just for my self. I won't check my grammar nor ask chatgpt to correct me, I'll just write whatever I want, I guess. Since no expectation, and no one will really read but myself. Let me talk about update, who am I now? Even I always question this everyday tho... Do I really now who I really am, what's my purpose. I live in London now, wow, never expected this. I mean, I've always imagined my self living abroad, but London, I don't think so. The US maybe sounds more like me, or even Paris. I moved to London in September 2024, to continue my master in King's College London. A school that I was only aware of the year before LOL. So it was not really part of my dream either I would say, but I'm still grateful. I left my job after 8 years of career. Great Career. I finally ...
Don't fall too fast Don't fall too fast I scream to my self, in my cubical, silently. I know that something instant Will not stay in a long time Just like my favorite noodle, Indomie I swear that it's really damn good But I also know the bowl will be empty in a minute And I will feel hungry again Craving for another pack of Indomie Now I'm hungry But my tummy is full With all those butterflies Why are those even there Flying freely in that empty space I know why I feel like this I haven't meet you for a while or at least hear your voice So the butterflies choose to stay inside Not flying above my head Or around you, in my vision Beautiful I mean, you How can be someone so perfect? And how could you just happened to came to my life? Not fair You chose this, not me I didn't even know you But why am I the one who suffer? The butterflies should be in yours, not mine Not fair