365 Days Project 2010 The Opening : Listen To The Rhythm Of The Falling Heart Rain
It’s me, again, after some period of times disappear. Gone to –not that pleasant zone actually, but it’s the place I have to be right now – let’s just say just to keep my self breathe, u know what I mean right ? 
. The New Year’s eve had probably long gone, but for me new year feels like just happened tonight.
After some days, with almost every afternoons caught in rain, somehow sometimes it feels so luckily awesome if once I found this pinkish cloudy dusk sky. Or like when sometimes I could feel this sheer cool drizzle grasp in between my bright-blue umbrella. Ok, I must say rain sometimes is not that bad. And to tell you the truth, rain sometimes bring so many hope and optimism, a freedom feel, yeah, when it rains, I can assure my self with no guilt, that I will wear my pink sandals. Leave my pair of shoes under my office table, and let them laying down just like that.
The freedom feel like I’ve never had before, not after this long summer. And this cool air when the sky water can amazingly fall in such a beautiful rhythm *mumbling the cascade ~ listen to the rhythm of the falling rain .. telling me just what a fool I’ve been….*.
But this afternoon rain feels just unlike the others. There’s something special about this afternoon rain ~ which means the more fool I’ve been. How could that be is … something that I’m gonna write down later, not this time. I guess now it’ll be much better to go back on the track, like the one I’ve write down on the title, it is the 365 Days Project 2010 The Opening : Listen To The Rhythm Of The Falling Heart Rain, seriously now !!!
<ding> … <ding> … <ding> …
A Promise of Another Tomorrow
I start this morning with a cup of cappuccino – again - after some mornings count with NO coffee. I excuse my mind for this, like this coffee is nothing but a nice little thing, just as little as my self who day by day just seek for …. fogiveness ? mercy ? something ? or nothing ? .
After some couple of nights, completely body exhaust, but these eyes that just won’t wanna be closed. It feels like these nerves inside my brain has totally confront one and another. One side told my to go to bed, while the other side just wouldn’t want to.
At nights, waking, mind’s elsewhere, wandering then trying to get it back on my track. The monitor that keeps blinking, strike my very own eyes, hard to handle sometimes, but still this-rebel-brain-part can’t stop thinking. Stop it !! Stop it !! Stop it !! . I keep tricking my mind to stop thinking. Stop it stupid !! completely dull and brainless girl !! . Sleep !! Sleep !!. After some couple of nights, I clean my bed, cover it with some comfortable layers, and the only one who falls a sleep there is – if I may say one – my dear white-snout-ginger cat. I just smiled at, and these eyes still waking.
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Me ? No Cinderella
Siapa yang engga tau cerita Cinderella ? ada nggak ? yang nggak tau, tunjuk tangan hayoooo … suruh minum jus pete aja kali ya wkwkwk… today’s story is actually NOT entirely about the famous fairy tale Cinderella, but to be honest, semalem tiba2 pikiran saya ngeloyor ke kisah putri cantik bernama Putri Cinderella.
Sedikit overview nih, Cinderella dikisahkan sebagai putri cantik yang setelah kepergian ayahnya tinggal bersama ibu tirinya dan ketiga saudara tirinya, disia-siakan, disuruh kerja ini kerja itu, dikurung, blablabla. Kalo boleh minjem istilah sekarang, kali si Cinderella ini ngalamin pembunuhan karakter + obyek KDRT. Namun dalam dongeng diceritakan, berkat kesabaran, ketulusan dan kebaikan hatinya, akhirnya Cinderella, di suatu dance party – berkat sepatu kacanya – bertemu dengan pangeran tampan nan baik hati dari antah berantah. They married then live happily ever after ^_^ . Well, no more KDRT. Thanks to our God Fairy for all the miracle. Trus apa hubungannya Cinderella sama Jingga ?
