still with my almost-the-same schedule everyday. yet, still have many things to accomplish. still going through the journey of thousands unwritten dreams. still strugling, fell down, stumbling in this med school, getting sweaty all ahead getting scold by the rightful white collars (which i knew for my own benefit).
still some time were spent on many things to feed on that very part of her. sneaking time in between thick books playing guitar in front of wide open window upon the falling rain; pretending to jog when what she did was just walking around like how she used to do at bandung, alone, in the beautiful sunsetty evening, with ear plugged with her most favourite coldplay songs top on the list; fluttered and never bored making her very own never ending story when accidentally came across the messy looked senior who'd just finished his last year and soon will say good bye; still thinking subh (or dawn) is always a sign of new hope and will always be and how awesome it is to open up the window breaking the dawn and take in the fresh air; missing bandung when looking at the old photos, as if part of her was left there; thought that sunset is somehow extraordinarily attached to beautiful memories.
