People say that high school days should be the sweetest moment in life. Well looking back at my album, I think that I have no sweet memories. I never talk to anyone and just kept myself busy while dealing with problems that I can't forget. Surrounded by those thoughts, people started to badmouth me. Telling me all sorts of bad things. Being Chinese while schooling in a Javanese school is a bit uneasy. Well, I think that I can count the number of people that I still remember at that school.
Lies spread and without knowing I find it hard to be myself. Being "me" is the hardest thing to be done in that place. I think in that isolated town, people are just wearing masks everywhere. Still, I can remember the only moment I took photos about myself three years ago.I did make friends although not much. Still, bad moments in past crafted different purposes for future.
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| At least a smile in a while |
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| Rosa, if I am not mistaken |
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| My first friend, Wahyu. |
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