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I know just how to whisper

And I know just how to cry

I know just when to find the answer

And I know just how to lie

I know just how to fake it

And I know just how to scheme

I know just when to face the truth

And then I know just when to dream

…

But I don’t know how to leave you

And I’ll never let you fall

And I don’t know how you do it

…

The beating of my heart is a drum

And it’s lost, and it’s looking for a rhythm like you

You can take the darkness at the pit of the night

And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright

I’ve gotta follow it ’cause everything I know

Well it’s nothing til I give it to you

…

But I’m never gonna make it without you

Do you really want to see me crawl

And I’m never gonna make it like you do

…

out of nothing at all…

I know it’s hard for me, but I still have to try. My heart still cry..
my heart can never stop to cry… and I think… I can never get away
from… I think I can fake myself when I see it’s so long time I didn’t
write it on this blog. but i know… it’s forced me to write this
again…

Last few days ago, I was received an sms on my Motorolla mobile phone. It came from my Dad, he informed me that he was in Surabaya too, spesifically in Asrama Haji. He had attended 2 May’s ceremony at Grahadi, and accepted Satya Lencana from the East Java’s governor, an honor because of his long time dedication in teaching. Yes, my father is a Math teacher for Junior High School. He was retired from his teaching last March.

I’m proud of you dad!