i packed my things and bought ticket to melaka, slept at backpacker's hostel, chit chat with friends in street bar, living like a tourist by sat in a good cafe.
now i start to worry about my financial stability, but i hope i can survive until end of march. melaka was so beautiful, and i hope i can be there again with someone that really important for me.
i see so many beautiful places, portugese buildings, chinesee, and indians. i bought bangles from indian store, and it was pretty cheap. (the only thing that i bought for myself).
from now and on, i promise to myself to think about myself more. since i realized, i always hurt meself and never think about my own happiness. i need to be let myself, be free, be happy.
at night, my friends get drunk and start to tell everyone whole story, it was fun, and amazing. 4 countries, sat in one table, get drunk, talking about love, sex, past, and future.
now i know, every woman in this world, even the bitter one, at least ever believe in love. and get hurt, once, in a lifetime.
melaka, the opengate city to south east asia. melaka, 1 destination, 4 countries, 5 girls, one story: broken heart.
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