Everything in this world have lifespan. That includes my phone. My possesion of that phone, to be exact. The phone itself was still functioning when I lost it despite of leaking battery, broken Wi-Fi, sticky power button, and a bit faulty OS.
I backtracked my way that night, trying to find it. Nada. Nothing else can be done, I have to accept fate, what happened is my fault. It’s sad because the phone is my first smartphone. I had plan to replace the battery and back cover (for the sticky power button) so it still can be used until it can’t be turned on at all and impossible to repair.
But… whats gone is gone. I just hope the phone is in someone else’s possession that really need it and will repair and take care of it better than I did.
(not really, the curse has been lifted on the fifth movie of PoTC)
Two weeks I’ve been living in new habitat, still haven’t do any huge breakthrough. Still shedding skin I used to survive the old town that doesn’t fit anymore, it just restrain my growth.
The decision to move to Bali was quite in a rush, didn’t make enough preparation. Just felt it’s the last chance I have, now or never, bought a flight ticket for the next month and finish some responsibility in the mean time. There are actually some projects that I want to do before my departure but i had become to stiff to move, can’t even start them.
One of the thing I want to start is blogging again. Since the last blog post, I’ve been trying to write. They’re only end up as draft tho, and most have trashed away. I want to post at least monthly but I’ll do as much as I can and they’ll be in English. Not because of ‘sok keminggris’ but because I need to practice my English. A lot. My grammar is still sucks. Wish me luck!
Well… not luck. Perseverance xD
I supposed to do this many years ago. I hope I’m not too late.
12:56 AM, haven’t sleep yet. Still waiting for my batteries getting fully charged. Have a wedding reception to shoot tomorrow.
I don’t know… Have lots of thing inside my mind that need to be poured into writings or something else but I just can’t. Feels like my brain and my fingers can’t be synchronized. Maybe because I haven’t write something for a long time. Maybe because its so chaotic inside my mind. Maybe… I don’t know.