Wednesday, September 22, 2010

A cup of coffee in hazy evening..

Its almost 7..
and I'm still on my desk at the office..
with a cup of coffee as the sun goes down..
It was raining minutes ago..
I miss seing the rain falls onto the rooftops..
at the orchard.. waiting for the durians to fall...
The memory of my childhold keep playing inside my mind lately..
I still remember learning how to ride a bike-big one! my Apa's bike..
How determine I was back then although my knees bleeding as I landed on the land.. ehe..
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I wanna cry.. for not enjoying my every moment with the peoples around me..
peoples who left to other world..
I almost shed my tears.. for not being at my best.. until present, I'm still the old me..
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