Poem(?)
Sweet and bitter. Come and go. Spin me to the fly.
“Fly me to the moon.
Let me know what spring is like
on Jupiter and Mars..”
(Fly Me to The Moon, Frank Sinatra)
Difference can’t difuse in, but it can turnin one.. just like a bowl of cendol 
U can dance beneath the blue sky…
U can dance in the raining day…
U can dance in a silent forest…
U can dance in the beach when sunset…
I don’t want to just breath or staying alive without purpose and reason.
I live in this world coz I have the reason and purpose.
Altough I often thinking about death, I rarely think to doing suicide.
Coz I want to enjoy my life actually.
