I still remember how hard it was. T'was late night, when I back from work, sit in front my laptop with a hot tea and sometimes biscuits and bread to fill my empty tummy. I was exhausted simultaneously excited.
T'was late night. When I stare at my notes and start to let the tears fall. Yes I was exhausted again. But not that excited. I started to think, how long this will be? How many words must I fill in? What kind of drama should I create? And so... and so...
T'was late night, I called my loved one and start to weep. I was again... exhausted. He told that I must be strong. Victory ain't that easy. In fact, there's nothing easy in this world. So I start again and swept my tears. And so I recharged, again.
I felt it. The hardwork, struggle, and hope. It was there.. and still there. These few days has been good for me. I feel the blessing. Syukur Ya Allah for gave show me the path. It was something I never thought I would encountered. I feel great and blessed. It is Your mercy, I am still here. It is Your bless, I have my own masterpiece (oh I know I am so junior in this industry but yes, my first born baby is from my hardwork and stubborn-ness trying to figure out something inside. And yes, I did.)
Today, I couldn't believe my eyes and still not trying to believe although I have been happy like monkey. I jump on the couch, I stare at the laptop like I saw a ghost, my finger was cold, I shake my self upside down trying to get real. But it was what I saw. My eyes didn't lie. It was there. My pink chocolate is there. I feel like crying but I turn it to one cute (okay, I lied. It was a miserable) laugh.
I feel like reveal it here. But I couldn't. Somehow, I don't want to be more than I suppose to be. I am afraid. And I am not that confidence with myself. Maybe later. When Im ready. But now... I might just smile from far. Hope y'all will like it. Whatever 'it' is.
Love. Hugs. Kisses Kazoos.
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