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About Me :
Nama lengkap ku "Fahrizal Rahman", tapi kebanyakan orang memanggil ku dengan nama 'ZuL'.Emang agak jauh si dari nama asli ku meskipun beda dengan nama asliku di KTP tapi aku merasa nyama ko memakainya, karena menurut ku nama panggilan kecil yang selam ini aku gunakan gak norak2 bgd jadi gak usah pake nama samaran kalo kenalan sama Cewe.....(hehehe...)
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aWhy always the cse that only when you threaten to leave a place, you begin to feel more at home than ever before? What is it about the action turned to continue to highlight every beautiful thing you will leave behind?
Yes, that's a big secret. I've been thinking a lot about the way home (which caused me to see Sawangan slightly reddish, but that's for another post). It's a secret, because I always leave room to change my mind as new information arrives, and what if I told you all, and then I did not come home? Oh, well.
I can not go, I've got a bunch of workers between countries to conduct the debate, but the idea of returning to his residence on the surface, strong, every time I'm in a period of major transition. I felt like this in Berkeley four years ago, but missed the application deadline SPU by 9 days. I do not want to wait a year to start college, so I decided to go to the Ci Leduk "just for the meantime, then I will go home." One year later, I'm still here.
I think, on some level, I just wanted to be somewhere that when other things in life changes (such as that will probably always continue to do, every few years), I do not think about taking off. I can not promise myself that the house would place it, but I'm getting close to wanting to take the chance that it could (and hey, if it does not, like I was in four-year cycle, so I'm taking suggestions for 2010). I do not want to start again, personally or professionally. And I'm not sorry that I moved here, or that I lived here for boys, or that I was then living here for myself. But I kept trying to get myself to decide to stay, to call home, and my stomach is not completely OK with it (since I hit 30, my stomach is where I feel it when my heart). I was nervous about taking a full-time job. I cancel plans to move that would require me to sign the contract. I am happy here, for now, but when I think about the next few years, I do not know that where I want to be.
I do not know what will happen in six months. But whatever comes, who live or go, a strange thing about all this is that it gives me perspective completely different in both, the source of the main topics of my blog last year. When I had just broken heart, I can not understand when G said that there was nothing wrong, everything is "fine," but that he just could not go. Interestingly, because there is no way I could respond to that. But how I feel now, about Sawangan, to what he feels like. It's great, I'm happy, there are some things that are truly amazing in Depok that I could not elsewhere. Of course, this is far from perfect, but I'm used to the habit. I would even say (who thought this day would never come?) That I love Sawangan. But I can not do. I can not promise to be here in the future. I tried to convince myself to just live and be happy, because it would be much easier than starting again from scratch. And if I feel that, in the stomach / liver, it would be different. But that's just not what I want. This is not personal. It's not even about his own LA; hell, many people will be lucky to live here and call it home. It's just about what that feels like home to me. I can date this city, introduced him to my friends, take my parents to meet those needs, playing house, making life here with it. But when push comes to shove, if Sawangan must know where my heart really, I guess I can not pretend that I do not like always had one foot out the door. Yes, that's a big secret. I've been thinking a lot about the way home (which caused me to see Sawangan slightly reddish, but that's for another post). It's a secret, because I always leave room to change my mind as new information arrives, and what if I told you all, and then I did not come home? Oh, well.
I can not go, I've got a bunch of workers between countries to conduct the debate, but the idea of returning to his residence on the surface, strong, every time I'm in a period of major transition. I felt like this in Berkeley four years ago, but missed the application deadline SPU by 9 days. I do not want to wait a year to start college, so I decided to go to the Ci Leduk "just for the meantime, then I will go home." One year later, I'm still here.
I think, on some level, I just wanted to be somewhere that when other things in life changes (such as that will probably always continue to do, every few years), I do not think about taking off. I can not promise myself that the house would place it, but I'm getting close to wanting to take the chance that it could (and hey, if it does not, like I was in four-year cycle, so I'm taking suggestions for 2010). I do not want to start again, personally or professionally. And I'm not sorry that I moved here, or that I lived here for boys, or that I was then living here for myself. But I kept trying to get myself to decide to stay, to call home, and my stomach is not completely OK with it (since I hit 30, my stomach is where I feel it when my heart). I was nervous about taking a full-time job. I cancel plans to move that would require me to sign the contract. I am happy here, for now, but when I think about the next few years, I do not know that where I want to be.
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