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4 Times When I Question Myself Whether I Am Actually Happy Being Single

Okay, so yesterday my sister went to spend her weekend for trekking and I was left home alone all night long.

The downside part of this event that I eventually felt a little lonely, even though I am one of those people who would find it glorious to have the apartment all by myself. And for exactly the same reason, came an idea to write this piece as in I want to talk about some times that make me question myself whether I actually am happy being single.

As you may already know, I often install and delete some dating apps on my phone only to reinstall it some time later because that’s how sucky my dating life has been in the past few years. Some date, it went alright while some others went pretty disappointing as well, but anyway…

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Obituary: Disco The Cat (2006-2018)

Yesterday was the day I have lost a pet, a best friend and a brother as Disco passed away in his 8th year being with the family and 12th year of his entire life.

I spent my time crying all night, but now I think I’m ready to pour my heart out to write about how losing a cat who’s been with me in the past 8 years has affected me. No one told me it would be easy, and damn it was hard as hell.

I woke up with swollen eyes only to find out he’s no longer here to greet me and show his begging eyes for me to feed him. Thank God I’ve got Chiban, Disco’s offspring,¬†who’s here for me to remind me that the death of Disco is not the end of everything.

Throughout the night, I have collected the pictures taken while he was here with the family only to reminisce the sad and happy days when we’ve been through everything together in the past few years.

And from those pictures, there’s one thing that I know of: I could do nothing but just be thankful for his existence. Through him, I’ve seen the transformation of me as well as his.

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Stop Calling Me A Whore… Or Don’t Stop At All.

It’s so hard to be a horny Indonesian woman.

I mean, throughout my life I get judged way too many times. Back when I was a teenager and I didn’t show any interests to any guys, one of my friends asked me whether I was lesbian.

Nowadays, when I’m 29 and open to any sex talk because I’m sexually active (well, sort of!), some people start eyeing me and calling me names. I’m totally okay with them calling me names, because I’m too old to get offended by snowflakes.

What I am not okay is someone who would play a ‘nice guy’ and tell me to ‘have some respect for myself.”

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