The Notebook
Monday, July 23, 2007
i don't really know what to write actuallyi lost my notebook when i was in Lembang
my first one, black-yellow colour
i wonder why i brought the thing there!
: i remember that rainy day when there were three of us, as usual: me, Vera, and Adolf. What we did that day, i couldn't really remember... (somebody please remind me), but we ended up having coffee at Starbucks, Martin Place. I was ecstatically writing a love poem that evening, on that notebook. Quite a beautiful one. We were even joking how I would hysterically run and look for that notebook if somehow i lost it somewhere.
and now, it's not in my hand anymore. i'm still hoping though that the hotel still keeps it... well yea, it has many sad memories there. many sad writings, bring me to tears... and more tears when i make my mind travel back to those days. maybe it's better to just keep it away. no more memories. no nothing.
i always love history, though
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