It’s been almost 3 years since I wrote here. Clicking back through those past posts,, is nostalgic; seeing where I was, looking where I am. There is always this tingling feeling
of guilt when you (particularly, I) read your (definitively, mine) old journal..
The old page of “Kulo Aku Saya Beta” shows the dreamy-teenage me.
The precious page of “CisInBar 1” shows how I do appreciate my days in Bandung.
The particular post of “What It Means To Be A Planner” somehow warms my heart.
When I decide to blog again, I think of deleting those old juvenile posts, or creating new blog. But, nah. I choose to use this blog, still. And making those posts as memento.
If I ever go astray
again, I shall read this.
*Postingan pertama kok mellow gini. Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation..*