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Totemo Daisuki

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I love you for always be there at Sunday morning at 8 o’clock sharp.
You never miss one day, for more than 15 years.
I love you for always show your witty face and make a contagious happines for the people around you.
Especially me.
I love you for being unperfect.
Even a clever robot like you needs help sometimes.
I love you for making me keep on dreaming.
You are the creature from ‘someday’ and I know a lot is happening in ‘someday’.
I love you for teaching me to keep on trying.
Even sophisticated tools sent from the future don’t always make sure everything will run smoothly.
And I love you for letting me seeing you in your hometown.
See, you are the one who always convince me, dream on and make it happen.

Silently Beautiful Sun

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The sun.I always fascinated by her appearance. She can be silently beautiful, and inspire me infinitely.
And in the land of the rising sun, I found her sneaking out to the horizon, and smile at me.
So I started the day with high enthusiastism. And although I found her rather mild in this region, saw her presence but could not feel her warmth, I do sense that she is still a friend of mine. Best friend of mine.I wanna be like you, sun. Giving your shine and be the energy. Positively.more of her picture


River Boys

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I bought the book Beach Boys, written by an India author and you will have to believe that I haven’t finished it until now. Phew, it was 5 months ago. Well, the story is not disappointing, but still I haven’t managed to read it until the last page. As usual, the cover gets me into it. The picture of three dark brown skin boys, they are jumping right into the water. As, M sometimes says, a good color combination blue and brown is.

In my last trip to Marante, Tana Toraja, I had a chance to capture those dark brown skin boys, happily played by the river. Naked and innocent, so eager and not afraid of the water. As a citizen girl, I’m kind of jealous of them. They were really free and happy as can be. Ripped of their clothes, hanged by the bridge and jump right into the river. Beside the loud sound of splashing water, you can still hear their notorious laughter.A friend once said that I am a free soul. Well, had met those river boys, you should rethink again, dear friend. As you can see me…