I like to travel, read, write, dance and pretend. At the moment I am suffering an insufferable phase of self-aggrandizement, premature maturity and lack of wit.
If you think you can help me out of this funk, write me at idaman.z@gmail.com
Holy crappozola. It can get so lonely out here when no one speaks your native tongue and all you want to do is yell "Persetankan semua ini!" and have people understand you.
Well, it's been 2 weeks and I'm still alive.
I tell myself, take things one day at a time. It works.
I don't know how long this self-imposed exile will last, but I figure it'll probably be around six to twelve months. I gotta tough it out - I have to prove to myself that I DO have a will made of steel. After that fiasco of an emotional breakdown last year this gig is a test in mental and spiritual endurance. I just gotta do it. If I make it to six months I'll be deliriously happy. If I make it to twelve I'll be insanely exuberant!
It gets lonely when no one knows you, but it is also unbelievably empowering. I am free to recreate my self, I can be anyone I want to be. I can be introverted, extroverted, promiscuous, celibate, loud, mute, beautifully exotic or just simply unusual. As far as I know, I'm the only Idaman I know, but that's only as far as I know.
