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Kemaren aku terkaget-kaget waktu sobatku bilang di YM kalo dia mau pindah ke Bali, mo balik ke tempat kerja dia yang lama. Reaksi pertama, "Yah, Bali?" "Gimana dong kalau kamu gak ada? Aku curhat ke siapa?" Egois banget aku yaa ... :( Mana boleh aku ngelarang sahabatku pindah karena itu kan buat his own good. Jangankan sahabat, ngelarang cowok ku pindah pun menurutku hal yang completely selfish.

Benernya, dengan segala keluh kesah nya akhir2 ini tentang Jakarta: macet (ya pastilah, mana mungkin Jakarta gak macet), Bali jauh lebih indah (siapa pun dah tau :), pengeluaran banyak, etc etc., aku lebih prefer dia ke Bali siiihh ... Di sana pasti akan jauh lebih hemat walaupun dia harus kost. Di Jkt, walaupun dia gak kost, tapi borosnya gak ketulungan, kadang2 aku gedheg2 dan cuma bisa ketawa aja ... :)) ...

Kekagetanku itu cuma reaksi spontan aja kok ... coz he has been being the place to share my laugh and tears hehehe ... Apalagi kalo lagi patah hati, siapa lagi yang mo dengerin cerita tidak jelas dan tidak berujung pangkal (walaupun kadang sembari ngomel2 yang bikin sebel :)

Although I always describe myself as a very independent girl, sometimes I find myself very dependent to people close to me ... which is not good. Kadang2 kalo down aku tergantung banget sama sobatku ini. Nah, kalo dia dah di Bali, mana bisa sering2 telpon, bokek boo ... :)) So aku akan jadi lebih mandiri lagi ...

Buat sobatku: Good luck ya, semoga kesampean ke Bali lagi ;) Tapi jangan pernah looking back atau menyesali keputusan kamu lho, because it's your own decision ... Sekali melangkah, pantang untuk memutar arah :)!!

Anyway, aku lagi kangen sama seseorang neeeh :) ... gak tau deh dia kangen gak sama aku :p ... aku nikmatin aja kangen2 gak jelas gini. Dan kalo berakhir dengan gak jelas lagi, ya sudah, tak perlu disesali juga. Mungkin ini saatnya untuk mengartikan rasa tidak terlalu dalam ... hehehe ... take it easy aja ...

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