A woman's little note

Earlier today, I met some amazing women. Ceritanya, gue lagi antri untuk pijet karena bahu gue sering sakit belakangan ini. Nah, waktu antri ini ternyata lebih dari separuh pasien itu ibu-ibu. Emang dasarnya gue gak terlalu ngerti mereka ngomong apa, gue milih buat diem dan ngedengerin musik di Spotify. I had no idea that they've been suffering some serious injuries. Ada yang jatuh dari motor, kepleset, sampe nabrak pintu. Gue baru ngeh setelah salah satu ibu itu nidurin anaknya pake satu tangan. Kemudian gue juga gak sengaja liat kaki kanannya yang bengkak parah. Gue aja ngeri sendiri liatnya. Tapi si ibu ini justru bilang "Aduh, Mbak. Ini udah jauh lebih baik kok. Sebelumnya malah item banget, dibuat jalan susahnya minta ampun". Gue kaget, bingung mau bales apa. Eh tiba-tiba salah ada yang nyeletuk "Kok bisa sampe separah itu sih, Bu?" Si ibu yang lagi nidurin anaknya itu cuma senyum kecil sebelum ngejawab dengan enteng "Iya, Bu. Waktu saya abis jatuh kan...

My life is crazy at the moment. Classes - work - assignments. It's been going on for four  months and I'm so ready to rip my head off. But it's all good. I promise you, it's good. For those who've been reading this blog for a while, you know how I struggled with insecurities. It was so easy to be overwhelmed by silly things. I also wasn't satisfied with what I had which made me an easy target for bullies. Looking at it now makes me realise just how much I've changed over the years. That girl who cried over a stupid name-calling has gone. Maybe a little part of her is still here but she's much stronger. I am stronger . I still cry, of course, but not as often as I used to. Chances are I cry when I'm on my period. I've come a long way to be where I am and you have no idea how happy it makes me feel. People don't scare me anymore. I don't hold on to difficult things or people. Instead, I' ve learnt to let people go from my ...

She remembers. Just one look at his hazel eyes and she remembers how it all started. They met in the first term of the first year in university. He knew her. He had a class with her. She always sat in the middle of World Religion class, same seat every Thursday. Her hair was often messily tied up in a ponytail and she came before anyone else. No one talked to her because she always busy with her notebook. They said it was too weird. She was weird. It was hard not to acknowledge her presence because she raised her hand a lot in class.  She was smart, no , she was freaking brilliant. And the professor seemed to like her even though she never socialized with the other students. She refused to work in a group which impacted on her to work by herself. He had another class with her on the second term. She was no longer sat in the middle of the class. He realised how she always changed her seat but only in the back row. She never put her hair in a ponytail anymore and often...