kiss..

"Dear my dearest things in my dear room.. I've been treating you like I treat the boytoys.. but I gotta get rid of you all.. sorry.. not enough space.."

so true..

this time.. don't have a living room and kitchen..

this one.. the smallest room I've ever rent..

and now..

am in the process of sorting my things..

it is def hard to choose which ones should be kept and which should be given..

it is just like this life which ones should be maintained and which should be released..

"Dear Seminyak.. am back to the hood and life's so good.. can't wait for walking around with no bound.."

then somehow..

am so excited with the fact I'll back to my root.. 

moving moving.. Seminyak am sooooooo coming..

"Dear life.. now am simple.. single.. and ready to mingle.."

cheers,

KISS.. keep it simple stupid ;p

it was a sign..

why should I choose to fly back home?
and why should I cancel my trip? 
but then I think I need to change the plan..


why can't I be a selfish creature? 
and why the dream is just a dream? 
but then I think it's worth to wait..


for what it's best..



your daughter - lil sister - aunty,

no more marking the map until further notice..