change.

No I do not change my blog layout, neither the colors.

But I've just changed my bed room's setting for the n-th time after moving in this little lovely apartment;

I couldn't help but started to feel wanting to change my ever-loyal Nick'a to something grander;

I'm currently soaking myself inside a pool of busy-ness, simply for the reason of trying to initiate some changes inside my department's young professional club;

I started to think of changing department...;

My friends noticed that I changed my group of people to hang out with recently;

I changed my view on Savvy which I kinda think it might be going to be my option if I ever wanted to buy a car..;

I've changed my mobile number, a whole new one, that made people keep asking why..

I think I've changed my hobby unconsciously -- I've been not photographing for a long-long time..;

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No, this post is not any 'CHANGE-WE-CAN-BELIEVE-IN'-I'm-with-Barack-Obama post, nor any related to the becoming General Election in this country..

This is only a reflection.

Because I kinda think, with all the changes I triggered, both consciously or unconsciously, it only shows that deep inside me, I am hungry for some changes.

A change maybe. Maybe a name. Maybe a new me.