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Unsent Letter Part 1

Hey Muffin,

I saw you online today. I was torn between deciding whether I should go ping and say hi or not. In the end, I decided not to ping you and continued looking at that green dot on my messenger. Sigh...not being able to say "Hi" or "How are you" once in a while really DOES suck huh.
I clicked on your avatar on my messenger. You still looked like that someone who once "loved" me.

This tweet from @AdolphTwittler: "Sometimes my heart whispers your name and counts the day until we meet again. But my mind says, "Don't listen. It'll only make you cry." describe what I feel right now.

Sunday Click: Cheers with Arisan Galz

There are certain people who came into your life to break you so you could learn how to pull yourself back together again.

On Eid Holiday

And this place is like a chocolate lover's heaven. The steamin' hot cup of chocolate. And all the mush. Those dark chocolates in your mouth.Yummmmmmm it was. :D

For those who love seafood, you could try to eat at Seafood Mulyono 94 at Jalan Kalimati Mangga Dua. Delicious seafood with cheap price :D

On The Life I called Regret

Bunch of regrets. Mistake made, another one again.
I am undeniably dumb and never picked the right person.
Terrible judgment and being incapable of choosing right choices, those are all i am.

I realize that I was the subject to my own wild imagination, day dreams, fantastic fantasies, wishful thinking, false assumptions and fake pretences.
I let you rule my head when I very well know that the 'you' I knew doesn't exist anymore.
A beautiful, scintillating, bewitching and wonderful illusions metamorphose into bittersweet fragments of reality...
I am wasted. I am jaded. I am weak...weak because the cold, harsh, bitter winds of reality pierce me, cut me, strangle me.
Stupid me for thinking that I would not slip in puddles, never slide in mud-filled puddles and get dirt all over myself but I slip.
I slip and I crash and I fall. I am vulnerable, tearful, weak...

And I saw you...standing over there...laughing at me.
"Stop knocking on locked doors. Stop looking for lost treasures on lonely islands. Stop diving in a bottomless pit called lust. Just stop killing yourself with the past. Learn, dear, learn for you are the only one who suffers. Because there is no such thing as boring as staying." You said

But I never learn, didn't I?

And once again you win. A trophy. A token of my stupidity.
You...just insert the coin and I am becoming that girl who is familiar with pain and talk the language of sorrow fluently.