Osvia Martina Somara

Tadi gue pulang kantor agak malem, dari kantor jam setengah 6. Berhubung banyak kerjaan yang masih harus diselesein (tsah elaahh..presiden keknya kalah nih sama gua.. J). Biasanya kalo pulangnya udah malem, gue bakalan naik taksi. Tapi berhubung hari ini Jakarta macet parah – berdasarkan laporan beberapa Twitnits (this is my own terminology for [...]

dying to wake up without you, without you in my head again
I’m dying,
dying to forget about you, that you ever lived
There’s a shade come over this heart that’s coping with laying down to rest
I’m dying to live without you again
I’m dying,
dying to find a distraction, get you away from me
I’m dying,
dying to reach [...]

aku: i’ve been thinking..
aku: about human lives
aku: time is so short
aku: time is flee
aku: what if..
aku: there’s no chance anymore
aku: chance
aku: what a bittersweet terminology
dia: Maksudnya??
dia: Baru bangun ini… Susah sekali..
dia: Berat..
dia: Itu jg yg belakangan ini gw ngerasa
dia: Sebelum ada gempa
dia: What if my time is short?
dia: What if “this is my time”
dia: [...]