Jakarta Fair. Terakhir gue mengunjungi Jakarta Fair adalah saat venuenya masih di Monas. Kebayang gak udah berapa lama? Gileee... That was back when I was still a very small child. Hahaa... It was a luxury for me. Going out til late at night, cotton candy, sweets, traditional cakes, kerak telor, balloons, taking pictures, lifted on the shoulder of my dad, etc. It's probably more than 20 years ago, jeez. I feel old now. My oldest sister and brother were still alive then. My family was still intact. Jakarta Fair for me is a remembrance of my happy moments with my parents and siblings. Seeing that there are only and my brother left now... I miss them all. So much that I want to cry.
Not good this dwelling on the past. Cheer up, Bengal. You have lots of friends, a brother who loves you, and a very cute Lil Bangbag, and a kinda dynamic life. Doing the right or wrong things, it's your life. Live it up, girl!!
*This damn PRJ project is screwing me up*
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no it's normal I think when U felt that's actually that it/s means U still human girl.. but life more need cherful I agree cos we dont have life to the past rights??
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