10 October 2008
By Mya Saraswaty
In Lyrics
I’m out on my own again
Face down in the porcelain
Feeling so high but looking so low
Party favors on the floor
Group of girls banging on the door
So many new fair-weather friends ooo…
Have you ever been so lost
Known the way and still so lost
Caught in the eye of a hurricane
Slowly waving goodbye like a pageant parade
So sick [...]
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a year, comfort zone, Lost, Thesis
02 August 2008
By Mya Saraswaty
In rambling
“Every people has some scent of morning inside their soul, even the darkest one”
The words just pop on my mind while I was watching The Dark Knight last night, Superb movie by the way.
Morning is like book store. You can find almost everything in it. Beginning from the journey from everything under the sun, even [...]
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