countdown...
the week went by in a blur. a nice blur i must say. away from the noise, the obligation. to be able to just be me. but as normalcy sets back in, it makes me wonder will i find back that reality.
this year is number twenty three. i hate the way it's being celebrated. frankly at the way it's going, i rather not celebrate it. i just wanna be close to people who matter to me. i enjoy just drinking the night away talking about times past, times spent, times meant for the future.
somehow even having a meal with souju with people i just met a week ago seems way more enticing. that said, fuck, wanting pandan cake from bengawan solo even if i'm in sydney is not fucking ridiculous. it's difficult i admit, but not goddamn impossible.
four more days.
this year is number twenty three. i hate the way it's being celebrated. frankly at the way it's going, i rather not celebrate it. i just wanna be close to people who matter to me. i enjoy just drinking the night away talking about times past, times spent, times meant for the future.
somehow even having a meal with souju with people i just met a week ago seems way more enticing. that said, fuck, wanting pandan cake from bengawan solo even if i'm in sydney is not fucking ridiculous. it's difficult i admit, but not goddamn impossible.
four more days.
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