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Jumat, 02 Desember 2011
My Broken Friendship

Whole Changes of My Life
Selasa, 29 Maret 2011
My Cinderella story part I

Dear Allah,
Senin, 28 Maret 2011
A glass of milo or A glass of sweetened condensed milk????

I'm a milo lover, you cannot deceive me about the taste of it.
Minggu, 27 Maret 2011
Love Without Asking Return Part II

She is younger than me, but she has taught me about this life. Taught how hard this life, and how easy this life. Sometimes life felt so hard because you make it hard, but If you make it easy, it will be very easy. All of your life depend on your self. She taught me everything. Life isn't hard, just depend on which way you choose it. A long or shorth path, a smooth or rough way, a happiness or sadness tears. Only me myself and you yourself who know the answer. Just try to love everyone without asking return in our life ^_^
Kamis, 17 Maret 2011
My favorite song ever

Back to december
I’m so glad you made time to see me
How’s life, tell me how’s your family?
I haven’t seen them in a while
You’ve been good, busier than ever
We small talk, work and the weather
Your guard is up and I know why
Because the last time you saw me
I still burned in the back of your mind
You gave me roses and I left them there to die
So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying I’m sorry for that night
And I go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you
Wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine
I’d go back to December turn around and make it all right
I’d go back to December all the time
These days I haven’t been sleeping
Staying up playing back myself leaving
When your birthday passed and I didn’t call
Then I think about summer all the beautiful times
I watched you laughing from the passenger side
And realized I loved you in the fall
And when the cold came, the dark days
When fear crept into my mind
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye
So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying I’m sorry for that night
And I go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you
Wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine
I’d go back to December turn around and change my own mind
I’d go back to December all the time
I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right
And now you held me in your arms that September night
The first time you ever saw me cry
Maybe this is wishful thinking
Probably mindless dreaming
If you loved again I swear I’d love you right
I’d go back in time and change it but I can’t
So if the chain is on your door, I understand
But this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying I’m sorry for that night
And I go back to December
It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you
Wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine
I’d go back to December turn around and make it all right
I’d go back to December turn around and change my own mind
I’d go back to December all the time
All the time
