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dream as routine

How come, I have stopped consistently write about my dreams right after I wake up like I used to be? Ah, I should start that routine again. Last night I found out my dream still took place in my old house in Malang. Still. There was a scene I was closing the curtain. And I dreamed Miss Andara asked me to join a team and start practicing yaaahahahaha "Sayang, malam ini jam delapan bisa nggak?"  "Iya bisa Miss, kan jam 9 Marong masih available. Kalo latihannya baru mulai jam 9, nah si Marong udh ga bisa jemput" Dan tempat latihannya itu di belakang Sarinah Thamrin.

I'm pretty sure I'll dance her choreography again someday. Well, sebuah hubungan yang dibangun dengan baik pasti berlanjut, entah bagaimana caranya. She is so herself, she never try to please anyone, and I am always my self, I never try to fit in anyone's circle because I believe If we fit, we fit. If not, then it's just not for us.

I'm currently very happy to have students. I need the money, but the best thing is not that. It's the concrete form of satisfaction, seeing people dancing my choreography.

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