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Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Remember We 

I remember you. I remember it was 2 in the morning and you tasted like chocolates. It was a cold winter but we were warm. We were our own sun because then there were we. There were mornings and hellos and we were our own. We were a pair. A lovely pair were we. It was forever us and forever we and there were you and me, us inseparable. There were dreams and plans for forever of forever. Forever we were planned to be. Forever we dreamed, but forever ended for we. For we were too into us and we fell in head first headlong into the bottom of us, and we fell right through and remembered about you and me.

And it was again the beginning of you and me and your fault never mine. You forgot about we and I forgot about we and we forever talked about me me me. It was never again we. We were never again. And never again were we. We started saying never and always and we realized how bitter we were. And then were the only time we would talk about we, because we are now you and me.

I remember you. I remember it was 2 in the morning and you tasted like cigarettes. It was a warm spring night but I was cold. I had lost my sun because then there were we, and now… now it’s just me. Me forever I will be.

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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Just a thought. 

Tell me...

What would you do today if you knew you wouldn't wake up tomorrow?

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Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Mau yg jujur, ato yg nyakitin? 

Jujur ah. Gue kangen pacaran. Sumpe deh. Gue kangen rasanya sayang sama orang, kangen sama orang, diurusin orang, nguatirin orang, bikin orang ngomel" gara" gaya gue yg ngga jelas, kangen super duper banyak banget hal yg berhubungan sama yg diistilahin sama nyokap gue sebagai jadi"an. Hehe.. kok kaya siluman ya?

Gue jomblo udah kelamaan neh! Dan yg lucunya, sekarang gue ngerti perasaan temen gue waktu dia bilang dia udah bosen jomblo. Pacaran itu adiktif. Sekali udah ngerasain, pengen lagi pengen lagi. Terus anehnya, orang cenderung kangen dan pengen pacaran sama pacarnya yg pertama lagi, dan biasanya jenis pasangan ideal mereka itu ya yg kaya gitu. Well then...

Sekarang, yg nyakitin. Buat semua mantan" pacar gue diluar sana. Mohon maaf tapi gue harus jujur. Here's a little Michael Bolton for y'all.

I said I loved you but I lied...




Hahaha.... Yeah baby!

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