Here comes December
to an end of a letter
that says everything of what I dream
and they're shattered.
We've been dreaming of sweater weather
but what we've got is boiling December
I remember rushing in the midst of storm
and under the rain when it drizzle
Where? To the studio
I had a lot to be done
All of my problems
solved only by a dance
dance, dance, December, dance
don't shatter don't don't
tear my paper
where I scribbled my memory of so many decades
of dance dance, December
Wow, where should I start? So my comeback to dance class after a month break (sebulan aje dibahas...gimana lebih? Udah jadi buku keleus :D) had been a wild ride. Right away rehearsal for a performance and coordinating an event at the same time. Berto gave me this job from IDF, where I worked as P.I.C for Dance Writing Workshop. My girl IKAN said why am I taking the job if I am so busy? The answer is clear: I need to pay college. Ikan said she can just lend me money and I can focus on my thesis. God, bless this human that is my best friend. That's very kind and thoughtful of her. Anyway, I took the job so I was running 2 events at the same time. One in Cikini, Central Jakarta and one in SOM, South Tangerang. I became an adept Commuter Line user. I no longer mistaken peron 1 with peron 2 and silly things like that, like not knowing which gate I should enter after scanning my card to enter the peron. Duh. Duh 100x. I wasn't particularly on diet but I really didn't want to ea...
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