The Harder You Strike, The Tougher I Stand

2013 has been a tough year for me personally. With LJM coming soon and all those shits going on and it is like a Taifoon sweeping across the land. So much things got reap apart as it passes through. Green fields bloomed with flowers and things that build on the ground got ripped apart leaving a wasteland behind. Bleeding with so much pain and anger deperately needing to be relieve as soon as possible.

I may seem to be a failure n a humiliation to you now. But trust me. I will stand up and make you stand in awe again. This is never an end of me. It is just the begining.

A great thank you for all tbe storms I come across and a very big sweet juicy FUCK YOU for screwing up my 2013!

Post National Service

4 years has pass since the last time I saw those familiar faces that I saw every morning in the field. Those semi-closed clam eyes just look so irritating but memorable.  Forced to sing the Wira Wirawati song very early in the morning in the field. Going to class and practice marching is just like an everyday must for us. But now it seems so so so far away. Leaving those sweet. sour memories in the back of our minds. Sometime it still haunt us in our dreams. Thought meeting up with each other seems like a dream until a few days ago.

"Owh wait do you remember the pretty girl? the one with big boobs! " Hahahaha. Familiar voices that you will hear everyday. Finally i got to hear it again once. with my own ears.

Meeting you people again is a miracle with all of us busy with our own hectic life. Striving for money and some for education.

Sincerely hope that we can comtinue to keep in contact no matter where we are.