Shunning Bali

Like or not, some people can really matter for us. They may be long gone from your life, yet the memory on them lingers still. Though you may not dwell on it, but somehow it always finds a way to creep into your mind again. And like my friend says, reminiscence is a bitch.

I always shun Bali since the breaking up of one of my most noteworthy romantic relationship. Yes it took place, mostly, in Bali. It took place among its beaches, flowers, and sunshine. When it ended, it was not only between me and my girlfriend, it was also between me and Bali. I refused and passed all the offers and temptation to go there since. Once I couldn’t say no, but I managed to make it really short and diminutive.

And now, three years after, I finally can’t run any longer from Bali. It calls me loud and clear. First it was scheduled for a three days business trip, but then it stretches to four, five, six, and then seven days. It was not easy, I tell you. It was a battle. Work really help to shut my mind, but when the night came the ghosts of the past come and dance. On the fifth night I almost gave in and just in the brink of calling my ex to see me, but my angels, my buddies came to my rescue and dragged me back from doing that abysmal mistake.

In just a few more hours I’ll be flying away from Bali. In just a few more hours I’ll grab my victory. Over nights of moments of weakness, over sentimental impulsive acts, over the little, foolish person I was.

I am a different person now. And whenever Bali calls me, I’ll stand up firm, pack my stuff and off I go!

There’s Only One Andrian

I am blessed with a Godsend best friend in this unlikely surrounding called office. Andrian is smart, funny, positive. He sticks around through thick and thin. We sometimes argue but none of us dwells on any of it. We’re really cool together, not anyone can match our sassiness, hahaha.

Then there’s Hallie. She’s smart, funny, positive. She sticks around through thick and sometimes, thin. We sometimes argue and we do dwell on every of it. We’re cool together, but it withers under pile of things to do. I was thinking that she can be my another true joy of friendship in this unlikely surrounding called office, but now I choose not to take that proposition too seriously.

I guess I have to live it that there will only be one Andrian. Well it’s more than enough :)

“Come here you hairy one!” *me chasing a running-for-your-life 3-month-unshaven laughing Andrian