So after much planning, I finally did my first trip of the year. With my favorite dudes for a dude trip :)
I've been yearning for this for soooooo long and it started with heavy rain, end with spicy hot sunshine.
I can't ask for more, I get what I hoped for, good company, lots of beer, occasionally dead air but that's fine, and lots of bull shit.
Probably we knew each other too well, there's nothing much to talk about actually, but I'm still blessed that we did this.
Although I quite sure this will be the last. I don't think the rest enjoyed as much as I did.
So I've been crowned as a emo queen, for whatever reason.
And sometimes i really do, when I drowned in sadness and emotional, it's freaking hard to get myself up and be happy again. But I'm a grown girl now, I can control.
I might be a emo queen, but at least I try to find happiness, I do something to change, I tell myself to be strong. And I CAN.
From where I used to be to now, I've been making remarkable progress. I used to abuse myself because I want to feel more pain than the one inside my chest (but not wanting to die of course). But I find that silly now. I don't do that anymore, I live my life.
|OK la layan a bit.|
|They refuse to let me use BFF, it actually meant Bro Fucking Friend. kthxbye.|
I actually feel paiseh coz that's not what bro does.
But I'm taking mental picture in my head. The moment where we sit at the balcony with sunshine and sea breeze, drinking ice cold beer and talking nonsense.
What can I ask for? What did I do to deserve a company which will teman me to do stupid things?
The many chats we had been running in my mind. I'm blessed.
Bro don't say sentimental things. But I'm a girl.
Thank you for scolding me on silly stuff, correcting me and commenting on my emoness.
Thank you for being awesome kick ass friends for 6 freaking years.
Thank you for spending so much time on my boring as fuck topic, and still pretend to be interested.
Thank us for being apart, but not too far apart.
Thank you for being somewhere, where I know if I'm in deep shit, I can count on you.
Recently I heard this a lot. 相由心生
Well that is like a slap on my face. I feel sulky all the time and that translated to my face.
That's why i have a shitty face.
Sorry heart, for being so sulky. Sorry face, for putting so much expensive skin care on you but still shitty.
Who said I never see casket.
I just try to avoid, or minimize it as much as I can.
Just too many casket lying around. Everything can slap me, even memories is bitch slapping me.
And the most tong ku thing is I have to stop music for a while.
What is life when there's no music?