(Cilandak, 13 April 2006, 00:50 pm)

Maybe that's what it is, the fragile emo that bugged me... it somewhat reached to the point where i thought i already dropped the whole thing... but it actually piling in some corner of the brain waiting to erupt. While the full moon sucking the blood that's draining thru my veins teasing every desire i had that night, i still keep questioning every sign God's gave me... Shall I open the key to the gate i just left locked or continue doing what i was about doing, going home.. and just sleep on it?

Hoah... sleepy. Wouch! What's that surrounding the moon, a ring?