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Insomniac notes

If i were reborn, i wished i were a violin. I would struggle to be one of josh groban’s band. His songs always save me when i was in the middle of sorrow alley. It’s been late at night. i couldn’t shut my eyes and fall asleep. I miss home. Ah, if i couldn’t be a violin, i wished i were a singer. Reminds me to a comic, titled Diva. Diva consists of 6 series. It’s about a girl who is struggling to reach her dream as a world’s opera diva.

I want to see opera in itali? Will i? Return tickets, opera ticket, and accomodation probably could buy me a house. Huiks huiks 😦 I want to see Andrea Bochelli sings aria songs. Cielli di Toscana by Andrea Bochelli was so brilliant with Melodrama as the first hit. Listening pavarotti or other tenor singer sing the songs in italian could bring me stay healthy. Hm…wrong word, not healthy, but yes, healthy mind. I couldn’t undestand what they’re singing, i keep figuring what exactly the songs are by listening the melody. Well, it’s been a basic knowledge that sad songs usually using minor partiture.

So..what’s this all about? dunno, just a writing from an insomniac. I miss my daddy, i think my mom feel the same too. He’s in business trip. This is the first time in many years my mom being alone without me near her. At least, if i were in depok, i could reach a taxi and went home to see her. We had so many fights about so many things. She’s as hard as a stone, as scary as a tiger, and she can’t cook a special dish like other mother could do. But, she’s the strongest woman i’ve ever met. Her opor ayam is not as delicious as other mom’s, but hers is the most menu i want to eat now. I’m still lying about a huge thing to her. A thing that still make my life so miserable and haunting my mind constantly. She’d never wished me to be perfect, but she’d never dared to think i could do something terrible. So sorry, i’d missled her trust, i won’t do that anymore. Both of us are so arrogant to say ‘i love u’, but i know the feeling to be crushed by a knife when i know i’ve made her cried.

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