My plane arrived from Bali at 12:20 and I was dead tired.. The whole trip was satisfying, but really tiring.. at the end of every day I would be exhausted and my feet would feel as if I ran a marathon.. The weather there is really hot.. Luckily there are times where we went to a place with cool air.. The views at Bali was breath taking.. especially near Mt.Batur then a restaurant called Pacung and Tanah Lot..
But I think that the trip would be better if Mama had come with us.. Mama said that it was a way for us to learn to go on a trip by ourselves if the next time Mama can not follow us.. Right now I'm tired and hungry.. But there's nothing I can do.. The fun is over.. My life is back to normal.. Nothing else would happen..
Right now, I feel like I have no purpose to live life.. But I have to keep moving on.. But I really hate doing the same thing each and every day.. It's too constant.. I'm the type of person who likes to go through life with different plans.. I can't stick to a schedule.. It's boring.. I'm more spontaneous :) *sigh* but life goes on.. C'est La Vie
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