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December 21, 2010 • Prisanti • Leave a Comment

//April 25, 2009//

Now that I’m done, and next please.. The never ending journey would begin next week. I’m afraid I’m not ready, but whatever happen, let it rain, let it pour. Here when I step on the endless starry milky way.

 

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Kamis Cepatlah Datang

December 21, 2010 • Prisanti • Leave a Comment

//April 20, 2009//

Too tired to think.
Too lame to understand.
Too scared to do things.

Pengen cepat selesai.

 

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When We Were King

December 21, 2010 • Prisanti • Leave a Comment

//April 18, 2009//

9 months ago. I remember the day clearly. The day when I was on the top of the world. Today, I want you to remember this day. Because this is when tears and sweats don’t matter anyway. This is time when we praise the time that we had. And what matters is just smile and laugh. That’s why I’m just loving this time. And I hope you do. Because ten years or twenty years from now, you’ll remember this day, as the day you were the king.

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Adrenaline Rush

December 21, 2010 • Prisanti • Leave a Comment

//April 12, 2009//

This is the week when I need my adrenaline shots.

And believe me, prevent yourself not to whine is a hard thing to do. I’m fighting with my own self. Go miles apart from my comfort zone (which I already forgot where it is). And hell, let’s roll it.

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Hmm…

December 21, 2010 • Prisanti • Leave a Comment

//April 09, 2009//

Fitnah memang lebih kejam dari pembunuhan.
Busuk.
Nggak bijak.
Di-judge.
Nge-judge.

You said you’re tired of all the above, but you’re doing that everyday.
I just keep wondering why? I just don’t believe it comes from you. Or is it just too obvious but I keep deny it.
You don’t keep the words, and suddenly I’ve just lost my respect to you. Don’t try to be the nicest person on earth if you just do the grossest thing.
Being a public enemy? I just see why you had it.
I’m tired of you. I just let people to see the real you… or me. And maybe we’ll see. Who’s the real jerk after all.

 

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