J, was a name who behold all curse and anxiety, survived. J, was a concept, willed to embrace and to cry. J, was a mirror, taken to observe, to project the long to tell. J, was an idea, forced to grow not knowing who created her.
It was 1018, 19 long ago. Shapeless yet.

One Man Army,
Failed to sleepwalk what's herself.
The pattern of reflection,
Dies along the living wheel,
Get away!
Told whom I misconcepts memories.
It was made to give, not to drawn,
In madness of reality.
First known, stabbed I saw, my mirror was not.
Pinch me to wake,
One Man Army fooled the strong
To in sink.

A little peek
Just a 19 year old female who likes to live life. I am part Jawa/Chinese/Japon/Malaysian, but deep within, I'm just a proud Indonesian.

I currently live in this big city called New York. Dont even know why they called it 'new'. Prolly cuz you find new things everyday here. This city rocks! It has so many things to offer. That's why I often consider this place as my second home.

Away from family and childhood friends, I had to force myself to adjust. Well, as a 15 year old(back then), overcoming the big pressure didn't come too easy. All by myself I came, and all by myself I gained. With tons of helps from the people I met here eventually. :) Internet does help!

Back as a child, I was forced to speak the language in order to communicate with my mom. So now it's worthed! My first day here was very exciting. Especially cuz I kinda had to make this options from going out of the country and find life, or to stay in Indo and be a bum!
Years went by and now I'm starting to miss Indo. I miss my dad, I miss my friends, and I miss the foooood! Nothing taste better like Indonesian food. Yessssssss! Just, wish me luck. I gots to get my GC soon so I can go back home! Hikz.

Now, as in this blog, well,
it's just basically a piece of work I made, helped by some friends, intended to tell stories and to share words and thoughts and some knowledge maybe. Everything positive and negative I'm living through each day of life, and every single feelings I'm struggling for just to get a hold of self. Just hopefully, stories and simple words will become a blessing for those who's in need.
Pay attention, that life is not simple. And it will never be. Yet keep on walking your journey, keep on crossing ur path. Stay humble and helpful. Bless others just as God has blesses us all. One love!

Warm Regards,

Jemima Sylvia Wilma Maria Iskandar