Hola! I think it’s rather difficult to share my recent story by words. It gets more complicated. I’d love to write. I used to. However sometimes I just couldn’t find the right time in the middle of my-tiredfull-work-lyf.

Adult life, isn’t it? What phase of life is this? Why is this being so difficult to me? Like you know, after graduating, the most frequently question goes to “Kerja dimana?”. Well hey, I got a job, my salary and new stuffs. But hey, I am tired too. May I complain? I am afraid if complaining will be a new sin for me. 

You should catch me up. I am lack of motivation here, right now, at this time, in the moment I am down. I just need somebody who never get bored of my daily stories. I’ll listen your story every night, and I’ll be smiling at first when your name popping out my phone screen because it’s your incoming call, I could slide the answer option and hoping the star is shining on your part of the world before picking up the call. We’ll sleep late like you always do and you tell me to, so that I know how it feels to stay up late and have fun. So, call me up tonight!

I don’t want to stop having conversation, I don’t want you to stop hearing my daily frustrations wkwk. Same goes to my usual daily life, you know why can’t I leave alone/ngekos sendiri/and I prefer to have a roommate (a girl of course-my close friend) and a sharing room? I like sharing stories and perspectives. I can’t live alone. Bah! Hahaha! Like really, I am really depending on people in this thing (Silences could torture me. Sounds so lebay wkwk, but don’t judge, you don’t know what I’ve been through, yea?). I am independent (well, at least I see myself as it is, *your time to judge wqwq isoke), however regarding to my human-side-in-the-perspective-of-social-creature, I really am not comfort in living alone at home/kost. This is the intolerable fear/weakness in my life. Bukan manja kok, I can do this-and-that alone, go here-and-there alone, rule myself to do-and-don’t alone, but I just don’t like being lonely until the hardline of no-one-to-talk-with. I just hate it.

I would like being in the crowd with the beautiful noises of people talking in the café or resto, while me slurping a cup of hot chocolate and laughing at the same time after hearing your-garing-jokes or maybe your friend’s jokes that you steal. That's really ok for me.

You, yes you. How about we both catching up with our daily musings, frustrations and feelings? Do you like coffee? Nah? Nevermind. Let’s just have hot chocolate or thai tea in a cafe full of coffee, cause I like the coffee atmosphere and its sweet talk. It’s relieving. I am just damn good ready.