My flight is tonight. I would probably write the details of the flight in my next post as I know that they'll be lots of things flying through my mind. Anyhoo, I remember the time when I first set foot here in Jakarta, two months and two days ago. The feeling of utmost relief after letting my deepest shrouded feelings evaporate and fuse with Jakarta's polluted air. 'Til we meet again, I thought.
And here I am, now, hours away from having to tame it again.
It's been fast.
Paris, here I come.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Monday, August 22, 2005
Post of Mind
Two (ok, three ^^;) days before take off. What I feel rests a mystery. For some, Paris could be heaven on earth. I'm not sure they're wrong.
Just can't prove they're right.
How can a city so beautiful be loathed? Because it's foreign. Because it's foreign, it's unwelcoming. Because it's unwelcoming, it's cold. Because it's cold, it's bitter.
And let's face it, I feel as if I have the obligation to feel blessed being there just because millions of people where I come from would consider it as one. Screw, the hell, outta that.
Haha.. I feel obligated..
Great, that must've sounded incredibly grateful.
Just can't prove they're right.
How can a city so beautiful be loathed? Because it's foreign. Because it's foreign, it's unwelcoming. Because it's unwelcoming, it's cold. Because it's cold, it's bitter.
And let's face it, I feel as if I have the obligation to feel blessed being there just because millions of people where I come from would consider it as one. Screw, the hell, outta that.
Haha.. I feel obligated..
Great, that must've sounded incredibly grateful.
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