We’re not strangers, we just don’t remember the memories. and we’re living like the other man.
and you’re the epicentrum of the past.
happiness is not easy, coz it’s not something that you’re trying to. and the most, happiness is to feel, and not to tell.
a simple thing may touch my heart, deeply.
such as a morning call from my boss, just asked about the contract agreement after months in doubt. you might say it normal, but if you know what i mean..
nov 2004. more than 7 years blogging. 10 blogs (yes, that much!), more than 1000 posts and keep writing.
22.20.
dimana senja, ketika raga terkurung dalam kotak - kotak kaca. malam terlambat datang, dan tumpukan pekerjaan yang tak kunjung berkurang.
All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand.-untitled.
kamu tahu apa yang kutakutkan dari sebuah perjalanan ke masa lalu? keinginan untuk tinggal di situ.
kamu adalah detak jantung yang bergetar hebat. riuh, tak tergapai, namun sangat dekat.
