mynirvana

<sub>i'm falling in love. oooh, so deep in love.


they're my love ones, too</sub>

<sub>aaaand finally, got the time (and the will) to really submit some photos. old ones, yes, but i hope you'll enjoy them like i do

love love,</sub>

dear mr.weatherman
would you give me some bright blue sky
another sunny day won't do no harm
cos your smile is all that i count

yesterday was windy, and so is today
it's the humidity, the sick of being me

when oh when the rainbow comes
rain has been pouring for a little while now
mr.weatherman would you come and see
my heart waits here for yours to be

hey mr.weatherman
would you let me takeoff my raincoat
cos i got tired of the storm i still see ahead
why don't you just shine me instead

maybe we won't be together
even when Summer has gone over
with Spring still left in your hand
i might still stand
though our story ends
i might still stand
though our story ends
oh i might still stand
though our story ends

dear mr.weatherman
would you give me some bright blue sky
another sunny day won't do no harm
cos your smile is all that i count

yesterday was windy, and so is today
it's the humidity, the sick of being me

when oh when the rainbow comes
rain has been pouring for a little while now
mr.weatherman would you come and see
my heart waits here for yours to be

hey mr.weatherman
would you let me takeoff my raincoat
cos i got tired of the storm i still see ahead
why don't you just shine me instead

maybe we won't be together
even when Summer has gone over
with Spring still left in your hand
i might still stand
though our story end
i might still stand
though our story end
oh i might still stand
though our story end

I don't know, but have you ever feel like you don't know who you are when you're looking at yourself at the mirror?
It's kind of weird. It was weird, indeed, for me. For i have looked into myself in the mirror, at a bathroom in a supermarket where me and my sister went to, and i felt like saying 'who are you?' to that figure standing after me. It was me, literally. Not that i was hallucinating or what. But what i saw, is a girl with a short hair, wore a white shirt and jeans, and got two pimples on her right cheek. It was me. It is me, still. But what describes me exactly?
Then my mind goes on spinning like hamster runs on its wheel. An ihuman feeling came to my sense. Maybe i am an alien. Maybe i'm a character on some cheap novel and my head was moved by some strings that attached to the Author of whatever. And maybe.. oh i've read a book called Justaposisi (or Juxtapose in English) wrote by Calvin Michel Sidjaja some time before, where there were only Gods in this world. Then the Gods slept, and they dreamt that they were human. And as human they worshipped themselves as Gods. So when i saw myself in the mirror i thought, 'Hell, maybe i am one of those Gods. Or i just the part of their dreams which technically means i don't really exist.'
It's fun but it's confusing to have those thoughts. The hamster starts to have a headache. I should stop. But how?
Oh and that's where the real God coming to my mind. Err, i'm a Muslim so i guess i'd rather say 'God' than 'He'. Anyway, that's where God, only One God ended all my confusing thoughts. Although i might thought again that this one may the one whom the human may have created. Whatever. I'm not an atheist whatsoever. I believe in God. I believe that God created this universe until its very atomic particle. And God is the reason why I am me. So let's not using imagination as an antidote for us believing God. Imagination, which Calvin have must be so vast, had been used to made us -the reader- remember the real God we do believe. Not what we've read on fiction papers.
And what describes me best?
This time i would say, human.. and damn imaginative.