Living the Live

Well, there are so much things happened in my last two months. From KKN to PPL. I do learn a lot.

Never knew that it cud mean so much. Thought that wud never through those kkn thing easily. Been thinking bout the village in remote location, meeting new people and shud work in team with them in a month, a new lifestyle, meet a lot of perangkat desa, and so on. Maybe because of the different culture between Balikpapan and Yogyakarta ya, that makes me found a lot of new things. Like karang taruna yg i do know that it is ada but never know that it still exist till nowadays (bc i bet it is rarely to find kinda thing in Balikpapan or Sangata). Or the other social culture yang memang berbeda dg Balikpapan.

I also met a lot of new friends. From different major. One person for one major so it s all new. Can you imagine? But then i found that it was called destiny. Brings you to a lot of new experiences in life, and also love lol. We live together in a house, in a month. Shared everything together, cooked the meals, dinner, etc. Did the prokers, gossiping, singing, eveb baper-inh and so on.  We fight, argued, and then laugh together. I still remember how scary it was after the "Gebyar KKN" seriously i love to sleep in the mosque rather than in our basecamp that night.

I also still remember how we, the girls had our own quality time, run from all the kkn thing because we really mad at the boys leaving us for futsal while we had to attend the pengajian. We drove around the Wates city, found a coziest café we cud find in Wates (thank to Eskimo café ) and forget all the things we left in basecamp hahaha

Last night in Depok, Sukoreno, Sentolo will always be in my mind. Never thought that i was gonna cry. Thought that i can hold my tears but when Tejo cried beside me and squeeze my shoulder, i cudnt hold my tears anymore. Realize that this night wud never happen again, realise this will be over in the morning, realise that we will live separate again, living our live like before, realise that we wont meet lovely kiddos or even ibu ibu and bapak.bapak here, realise that we cant share our pillow, our food, our perfumes, our  story, and so on.  Never thought that it wud mean so much. Never.

Thankyou aena, april, bondan, intan, mail, monik, mel, tejo, ulan, and zes. You all may will never know that i write all this things but thankyou for being a part of my life journey guys! Love you!