The day 10th August 2012 falls on a friday. Approximately around 7.16pm, I had my first cup of Bandung at Carousel, accompanied by the love of my life. We were there to celebrate the celebration of a constitution in a tight situation. It wasn't a tight predicament like how I expressed it but it was pretty much a dinner filled with love in the air and a hint of fishy smell. I wasn't complaning though, maybe because I have a flu and my nose is blocked about 57 percent. A big happy birthday to my one and only beloved. Age is just a number, so here's my number, and call me maybe. As years goes by, we grow up to be a better person, faced by procrastination situation taking steps to get over it as soon as the clock ticks midnight. We will fight for the right to party. party all day and all night till we win the government and till our voices heard and changes happen in our local store. Just the other night, something cliche hit me. Money is the most important thing in the world, but at the same time, it's not the most important thing in the world. Well, when she was just a little girl, she expected the world. Here's one thing money can buy, a maid. Here's something money can't buy, the freedom of rights of a man. I don't smile, I'm opening up my mouth to show my teeth to the world.
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