why am i still here?

it's late so i'll be quick.

i got this thought that i need to put it down in writing.

it happened when i met my friends tonight.

we met at beer garden and from that i just knew that one of my good friends, Ejie, is leaving jakarta to go to france this monday.

she's going to spend a year to study there.

so, tonight was like a farewell party for her.

and it got me thinking.

it starts with;

Nina Evayanti.

she's got in at Department of International Affairs.

she's been taught be a diplomat, for god's sake.

she can be a diplomat in New York or France.

how awesome is that?

Adimas Mulya.

He will continue his studies for international affairs in England.

he leaves on September 28th.

Rezzy Nizawati.

my good friend Ejie will leaves on September 19th to France.

she's going to learn french for a year then going to work there.

don't get me wrong, i'm so proud of them.

i'm so proud calling them my friends, but it got me thinking.

they're already moving on with their life

and WHY AM I STILL HERE?

again, don't get me wrong

leaving UI was a best decision in my life,

i'm happy at LSPR.

but you know, when most of your friends are leaving for continuing their journey in life

and you're still at exact point when you and your friends started this together

you start to asking question to yourself..

why am i still here...?

cheers,

-c.

holi~day

i have no idea why i've been so positive lately. i kinda miss my sarcasm. now, i see a glass half full not half empty. you know what i mean right?

holiday makes me soft.

-The Sky from The Above-

I LOVE HOLIDAY.

cheers,

-c.

your ex-lover is dead

when there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire

...

God, that was strange to see you again

introduced by a friend of a friend

smiled and said, "yes I think we've met before"

in that instant it started to pour

captured a taxi despite all the rain

we drove in silence across Pont Champlain

and all of the time you though I was sad

I was trying to remember your name

this scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin

tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in

now you're outside me you see all the beauty

repent all your sin

it's nothing but time and a face that you lose

I chose to feel it and you couldn't chose

I'll write you a postcard, I'll send you the news

from a house down the road, from real love

live through this and you won't look back

there's on thing I want to say

so I'll be brave

you were what I wanted, I gave what I gave

I'm not sorry I met you

I'm not sorry it's over

I'm not sorry there's nothing to save

I'M NOT SORRY THERE'S NOTHING TO SAVE

Stars, Your Ex-lover is Dead

I love this song! can't stop listening to

cheers,

-c.

Hello AGAIN!

Blogspot!! ça fait longtemps que j'ai ecrit ici.

oh boy, it's almost, like, a year right?

well,

hello again.

cheers,

-c.