But It Sounding

Crashed the body not, but the heart is

When you soaked in sadness that much

It becomes you

Like sounding echo 

Of pressure, of confusion, of being not sure where you are heading in life.

This is March again, and this is the annual birthday again. I am not a big fan of birthday, most of it owing to the affair of introverted persona x people pleaser I forever have. You get flowers, however, so that's okay.

Turned 23 few nights ago, and the usual overwhelming thing inside my head happens. This is my first birthday off the school-life, oh what a true insecurity boosting experience it is. Because I am naturally a worrier, I remember spending the last year of uni wondering what would I do afterwards. Now, I do regret worrying too much that I, in certain point, might be unnecessarily unhappy, but grateful too because nevertheless that much amount of overthinking indeed take me where I am meant to be now.

Notes from Bali

The impulsive turn to Bali that week was already one of my favorite memory. Five years forward from our high school dramatic trip, and here we are. It's funny how everything could change and remain at the same time; we are still those loud girls that laugh over the most random stuff, confused with how weird the world gets these day, forever convinced that we are the most normal girls left, just upgraded. And we have grown up alright, each of us, thankfully.