Over Excited Mint Car Mode - on

This is the song of falling in love.
It always knows how to steal my gloomy mood away.
I will be singing and dancing and laughing and having this twinkles in my eyes.
Ah, you know me. Had those days in three months, piled up in the same office space, you must be the witness of my mint car over excited mood.
Still, the best memories of this song is when we were holding our hands, walking down the Gatot Subroto road, watched by the sun who set in and I sing it out loud.
“The sun is up I’m so happy I could scream!!”
La di da di da…
“Vanilla smile and gorgeous strawberry kiss…” Smile at you, dahling.
And you stared at me while falsing the notes “Say it will always be like this, the two of us together..”
The exact favorite part of mine.

This is the song of falling in love. Let it stay in that way. Let me stay in that way with you.
Happy 8, Rawky. Let us stay in this way, intentionally and emotionally.

Casa Caia

It’s been a week.

I’ve been far away from the land I’ve been born for more than a week. Well, if this is what I wanted for so long, I really shouldn’t complain.
I’ve been working in a field for five days. Caia. I wonder what it would be like at the first place? Is it windy and dusty and all that? Does the sun strike hot or does it rain all the time? I am here for support flood victims, so I should consider the water aspect. And the most twinkling question, what will I learn as soon as I get there?

But, now as I am here, hopefully I am well enough to read the world.

And I am speechless. I am trying hard to read everything and with less time I have here, the words just wouldn’t come out fluently. Thank God, I had this lovely camera with me. They say, pictures can paint thousand words. Hopefully it will work this time. Just to share.

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Nite picnic under Luna Llena

Then, why can’t I paint you? Here with me…

That Rockaway feeling

I can feel it’s ending. That Sundays, when everyone rushed to the beach just because we had unseasonably warm weather in late September, ...