saying goodbye is never easy.

never.

he was someone significant, in my blood, and in my head.
once.

i have no idea what's the future gonna bring me.
but the present is hurtful.

wishing someone all the best is easy.
but not easy when it's someone you loved.

my mouth couldn't say so much.
but a hug does.

and it's flowing over my body.
and inside my blood.
and right to my heart.

it hurts. i know.
John Green said once ;
it hurts because it matters.

well.
what can i say.
what can i do.

goodluck, you.
take care.
be good.

warm regards,
D

i will survive

this morning, someone asked me how can I be so strong for being a way from home-7199 miles away. how can I face my fears and beat it. and how can I be so happy.

she is away from home too. but not as far as me. it really made me think at some point.
* am i really THAT strong?
* am i mature ENOUGH to face my fears?
* am i really THAT happy?

well, i admit. sometimes, I had hard times here. and my job here at my work place is even harder. I kept thinking and thinking and thinking.

to be honest, I have no idea what to tell her. like, literally.

and I told her ; 'enjoy your life'
(that sounds sooooo cheesy, i know)

but then yeah, i realized. how i appreciate every seconds in my life. how i appreciate every little things in my life. and how I push myself harder to learn. (sorry, do not want to be sombong, but well, sorry not sorry :p)

as I remember, this world, like, always reminds me to smile. in the metro (subway), in the streets, in the school, or even in the workplace even if I have to work like a dog.

it can be everything you know. it may be a little girl giggling at me, or my colleague at workplace shouting my name and smile, or give me a hug. i think that's my reason to be strong (besides all the supports from you guys) or it may be a cup of coffee that i bought in my favorite coffee shop (or bubble tea :p --asian's fav!) or it may be an old people that I gave my seat to.

may be, it can be a warning from my chef, or a complain from my colleague, or the pressures that they gave me at work. even if it's soooo hard to accept, i keep going on. and if you believe in yourself, like me, today, it leads you to a good thing--believe me!





9 months in Paris has passed by. gonna face another one year here.
I am grateful to be here,
and surprisingly, I survived this 9 months.
and I will survive another year here.

i
will
survive.

love,
D