What did I do?
What have I done?
Should I tell you?
Those days run.
I like 19 - I don't know why
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Inspiration which always kept in my memories
The spirit of telling a monologue stories.
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19 hari sudah berlalu...Oh, 19 days passed...otokae
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Once upon a time, I walk out from my house and wonder around the neighbourhood
I saw a road, seeing this thick - dark wood - smell of trees - filling with lovelies sound, soothing the mind who ponder
Whatsover my heart tell me, to go or not to go. There must be something bothered in mind which I might decline discoveries.
Still...my feet says 'Go, go, go' and forceful the tiny doubt. Left only my foot prints behind.
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Behind a big tree I magnified my eyes and saw a graceful scene of a bedridden mom with a strong willed daughter (my friend).
I'm touched.
I'm touched.
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Then I saw my mom at the riverbank.
She said 'Its time to change your attitude - language young lady'.
Inner-self :
"Okay, the next time you ask me to come by, please don't ask my opinion. I know you wouldn't like it"
She said 'Its time to change your attitude - language young lady'.
Inner-self :
"Okay, the next time you ask me to come by, please don't ask my opinion. I know you wouldn't like it"
Pride gets hurt but to keep mum's heart is much greatful.
So, I just smile~~
So, I just smile~~
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I don't know why but somehow I stuck at the midway of fussing - it felt like a barter system.
I'm telling you :
I don't like being a ball to people
(argh!)
I'm telling you :
I don't like being a ball to people
(argh!)
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There's a red apple tree in front of a house
A spark of campfire and before I knew it....I saw my aunt and my granny waiting for me, drinking tea.
I'm sorry. My bad, for coming late at night.
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I make a turn over when I saw children and nannies cuddling together.
Oh, one of those days stopping by
Oh, one of those days stopping by
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Step one by one, let's cross the river carefully~~
The falling leaves over my head
The fishes jumping in and out.
I guess they were happy in the river.
So does the wind breezing away.
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Elephant is like a bus for me. And I crossed to the other side of the land.
There I met my old friends. It was fun seeing them.
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A little bit tiring jumping up - down in loopy tree of bureaucracy.
Attending paper documentation is workout.
You can lose some fat here.
There I met my old friends. It was fun seeing them.
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A little bit tiring jumping up - down in loopy tree of bureaucracy.
Attending paper documentation is workout.
You can lose some fat here.
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My junior calling me through hoot-hoot (sound of bird)
Asking for help - facilitating them to introduce a new world of wood. No longer cabin - school.
It is time to fly, my little birdies...
Asking for help - facilitating them to introduce a new world of wood. No longer cabin - school.
It is time to fly, my little birdies...
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Searching for my future, lies a head.
Thus, I choose to come back to old - cabin - school. Opportunity offer is here.
Wanna be a teacher does sound familliar to you?
Thus, I choose to come back to old - cabin - school. Opportunity offer is here.
Wanna be a teacher does sound familliar to you?
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At the end of my 19 journey, I'm at the end of my road which I saw the first road I came into the wood.
She's getting worst but my friend - her daughter still smile and fanning her.
It was so...sweet and sad too~
It was so...sweet and sad too~
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Final destination of house dream is finally comes true. Thank you God for ease my father wishes.
A place now - soon to be call home.
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Now at the my house typing this post and please wait for the pictures.
Thank you.
Thank you.