JOE IS DYING

I just went through my blog feeds when I realized that most of my indonesian blogger friends are no longer blogging. For some, life happens and life needs not to be recorded in words but felt through the finger tips of their beings. This blog, however old it might be, has kept a lot of my stories regardless of its importance to me. I've changed language from english back to indonesian, then switch it up some more depending on my mood. I've wrote in celebration, in tears, in my nerdiness, and more often now, in my sudden mellowness. I've become increasingly aware of its small pool of readers, but also grew open to be as candid as I dare to be. Regardless, the blog may not have a scheduled post, but you can be sure that I will keep on writing as long as the blog is properly hosted. It'll be awesome if you can speak and read both languages I write in, but if not, you're not missing much if you google the translations. A little exciting update.. I'm no in an e

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