Arrive at Fujisawa Jyounan

Oh firstly, I am not a native english speaker, so please dont comment me on my writings typo errors.

The side of the road feels empty at night. My mind wanders, from the mind of a foreigners, although it is a nice country, it feels like a kind of sorrowful melody is always singing in the back of my head.

I am now at Japan, sightseeing the neighbourhood from my apartment in Hikijibashi bridge.. walking along the narrow path of bike and people. In my town in Lampung, the side of the road are not well built for people to walk, or bike.. just so u know.

Well.. after i've arrived, theres alot of paperworks, still until these day.. from trash to registration of foreign people. Bank account etc its quite a heavy burden. This country is in love with complexity. Maybe excessively like a blind love, which can make you fall into a cliff if not careful.

At first I want to share my scholarship req and stuff here.. but the sheer works to explain it is overwhelming me.. while the emptyness inside creeping like a maggot eating apple.

In my hometown, i am quite helpless too. Seldom I replenish myself with going biking. But here, the loneliness is like twofolds..  distractions everywhere..