it's about me, and 'another me'.

Ya, since I've been 'losing' a special book (which was mine), and I never know how to start another line..

I always say that I am an useless reader. My deep apology for Dee who wrote such a very sweet story.

Moreover if I can't finish my own book on this last academy year. A project that's still be a mystery, that I haven't been solving yet.

Actually,

"Things  we  lose  have  a  way  of  coming  back  to  us  in  the  end."

So, hope someday I can find this book again, and read it maybe just for awhile, and yes, even though only in the library. Still remind how I obsessed with another book too, the one which also be my favorite but I can never own;

Autumn in Paris.
 

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Yep, it's weekend and being the second day I go to school. Well, last weekend I took a step to go to Malang and those 5 + 1 days had been so greeaattt!! Should I tell you, or not? I(still)dk.

But look at this one of my own songs,

Rain of yesterday

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Well it rains and the whole world knocks our door

Remember the day before yesterday,

The road was blue and the wind blew

Sky was sad and I convinced myself

“I know you’re gonna tell me a story of

sleeping beauty tonight” Like yesterday,

You were here, stared at the rain

You asked me, “Do you know where the rain comes from?”

Well it rains and I’m nowhere, Where am I?

I am nowhere, remember yesterday,

For thousand times I convinced you

Cinderella does exist, but you

You were bleeding then went away, I’m alone

Where’s my fairytale? It’s gone. Yesterday,

Woke up on a rocking chair

I remember you, well I lost you. I’m alone

Yesterday,

Like a whistle

To fell by the wayside

We took our weaponry

And the war danced over the rain

We cut that sheaf

You tied the rip

The string was broken

It played us a song of love

The night’s dark

Darkest night ever

Like yesterday,

The road was blue and the wind blew

Yesterday

You were here, stared at the rain

You asked me, “Do you know where the rain comes from?”

Yesterday

You were bleeding then went away

Yesterday

Woke up on a rocking chair

I remember you, well I lost you I’m alone

Yesterday,

Like a whistle

To fell by the wayside

We took our weaponry

And the war danced over the rain

We cut that sheaf

You tied the rip

The string was broken

It played us a song of love

Darkest night

I have ever seen

Woke up on a rocking chair

A new day has come

You are not here

How are you?

...


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Okay, out of the whole phrase above, I wanna say to my bigbestfriend, Anna Kresentia Adisti,

Happy Birthday ya :)

So damned to find my HandPhone got crack again (tepatnya JATOH prakk gedebugg -LAGI- tanggal 4 April lalu)! Hrrgh!! Yah, I can't send my words to her :'(
And poor me she doesn't have any-blog, and I don't have the FB.
DONE ._.