. . .
I'm listening to Maksim's Claudine, it's 12 : 43 AM here.
A rainy night in Tondano, my hometown.
Cold night, but not really that cold.
The tunes suits the night's mood.
I love this weather
. . .
I'm having one of those days when the sense of reminisce is strong.
Thinking about the past, not that there is much about my past.
I think I've been through a lot
. . .
Maybe I'll explain more later
much later
. . .
I guess I'm expressing more of me here
for some reasons, I feel safe.
At least here.
Where people's thoughts and actions will have to go through many things
before hurting me
. . .
I've lived here for all I can remember
I've really no intention of changing that
I have a wanderer's soul
But my heart just love this place too much to leave it.
. . .
How about you?
do you know what to do with your life?
As this blog looks like so far,
my life isn't really that much interesting
. . .
Have you ever thought that maybe,
just maybe,
your happiness was cheated away from you by fate?
. . .
Well, as I always say,
"Life is fair for she's treating everyone equally unfair"
. . .
Best of luck, whoever
wherever
you are
. . .
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