I hate feeling mellow....
but my god, i miss my indo with their humid, their cafe, their lounge and most of all their sound......
Yes, my Indonesia have their own precious sound to me....




-love is where you are......

I used to walk between the shadows
lost in the world that move to fast
i was afraid that i always be alone
than i saw your face at night

i find my way
even in the dark
though when at times it seems to far
I knew you fine,
listen to my heart
i find the love is where you are

i close my eyes and see tomorrow
my dreams begin and end with you
i hear you say you'll be there,
always be there, i must believes is true.....

hiks...hiks....
i really miss my indonesia..
*feeling patriotic a bit**