Its been a year, i never thought that time flies so fast. So many
things happens this year, so many laughs, tears, betrayal, love, enemy,
friendship, and anger. Wait what, who am i kidding. I've never been felt that
in this year. Im just describe my friend's feeling, and no i dont want to talk
'bout it. I swear on brocode, not talked bout her issue here (yet). Little
spoilers, it's about love issue ;)
Ok back on track. This year is just a reguler and normal year, no
big thing happens in this year (well i hope there would be some kind of big
thing happen to my life like got internship in chanel or featured in harper
bazar). Its just a normal year, reguler stuff, and bla bla bla i dont care what
so ever. But, last year i had a crazy adventure (sorry, im exaggerating
'adventure', its not like what you think).
So there's a day, i completly forgot when but i remember the rain
(oo, its like quote in "V for Vendetta") i just got a news that
there's flood on my way home, the bus couldnt make it. So in the half of my way
home, me and some people got 'kicked out' from bus. Some people called their
relations to picked them and me, none. I mean my family doesnt have motorbike
or a car to picked me up. So i improvise, i took my guts and swallow my pride
(and fears). I stopped one truck in the street. I stopped the truck in the
middle of the street, in the dark night and heavy rain (its seems like one of
the scene in horror movie). And then i said to the truckdriver
Me: can i get a ride, sir. The bus said theres a flood ahead.
Truckdriver: yeah, sure
I've never ride a truck for entire my life before. So i got a
little excited, nerveous, scared, everything except mual. I spread my thighs to
jump and then reach kenop pintu truck. My scrotch hurts. Finally i sat next to the
truckdriver, a lot of horror movie story floating around my mind from
kidnapping/raping me and then sale me into some human trafficking agents or
kill me for fun and took my kidneys, liver, lungs and heart for money.
He ask me about everything,
i answered loud and clear. I hold my phone and bags over my belly. He ask my
address and ask me if i knew his friend or his relation in my neighborhood.
Turns out he is a nice guy, we had fun talk and i have a moment in the truck. I
just realized that riding a truck is completly awesomely badass. And in the end
of my story, finally i got home safely. When i got home, i instantly put it on
my twitter and facebook. Everyone want to know my story and the next day, i
tell them. Wohoo, finally, i can bragged something.
Okay, back to present year. We always make a resolutions for every
years. Some happens, some dont, but the most important thing is life happens.
Every tiny little details in your life will change you in the next day. That
details molded and shaped your change, it can became tragic, life changing
moment or else. Life is full of surprise. Sometime your resolutions is not your
priority anymore. You change, even your dream evolved.
For example, me. Back in high school i started to design a poster
for fun. I saw a lot of awesome designers posters, i inspired to learn more
about design graphic. And then, i realized that my designer will look cool on
tees. So i began to design for tees and shirt for boys and girls (in this
moment, i still afraid to tell my dream or even dreaming about it). I've never
told anyone about it. It became my biggest secret, a flaming desire that i kept
locked inside of me. If i show it, im afraid that i screw it.
And one day, i saw fashion show on tv. It just hooked me into a world full with
beauty and fantasy. I started to watch fashion show on tv or youtube. I learn
fast about trend fashion, uniqueness in every designer, a story in designers
imaginations, and many more. And this year, i put all of my hardwork into my own
design. I will not stop designing. I know this is my dream, i'm not afraid to
tell it. Lets see what surprise waiting me in the next year. Happy holidays
y'all.
PS : I wrote this in the day before new year eve, but one thing
led to another so I can’t posting it in new year eve
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