"So far away from where you are These miles have torn us worlds apart And I miss you, yeah I miss you So far away from where you are I'm standing underneath the stars And I wish you were here I miss the years that were erased I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face I miss all the little things I never thought that they'd mean everything to me Yeah I miss you And I wish you were here I feel the beating of your heart I see the shadows of your face Just know that wherever you are Yeah I miss you And I wish you were here I miss the years that were erased I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face I miss all the little things I never thought that they'd mean everything to me Yeah I miss you And I wish you were here So far away from where you are These miles have torn us worlds apart And I miss you, yeah I miss you And I wish you were here"
Introducing my new project, I'm on duty for my lovely class. it called "Kreasi Kelas". I'm making a collage. My classmates collage to fill up on our yearbook page. I'm excited for doing this! But now I'm just gonna show you its header. woo-hoo :D
HELL YEAH! Me, Myself and I, Astryanti Ramadhani, class: XII IPA 4, absent number: 9 proudly presents "XII IPA 4 artwork"
I dedicate this artwork for you guys! (my lovely classmates) :D sorry ya kurang profesional nih, I'm amateur. Mungkin mukanya ada yang gak mirip sama sekali, aneh atau gimana. Hehe, maklum lah ya namanya juga manusia yang masih memiliki kekurangan karena kesempurnaan hanya milik Tuhan. Tapi ini semua demi kreasi kelas kita di yearbook. Like it or not. Semoga kelas gue yang kreasi kelasnya paling bagus di yearbook nanti :D
FYI, yang sketch anak-anak berseragam itu Arief yg buat dan selebihnya gue. tadinya mau gue gambar setengah badan dan facepainting semua tp berhubung kertasnya gak muat jadi sebagian besar gak facepainting. Maaf ya bukan bermaksud pilih kasih atau membeda-bedakan kok, ini murni karena lahan gak cukup HAHA :D
Oh ya, gak kerasa ya hari ini (it's friday.. friday.. gotta get down on friday) hari terakhir belajar efektif di ke…
There is something about the whole ordeal. unpleasant, ghastly, gruesome, fearsome, awe-striking, damn fantastic. We turn our head slightly, spitting out a mouthful of crimson onto the sweaty, slippery tarmac.
The taste of blood lingers; awful and yet all-too familiar. We don’t like strong tastes, unless it can be drowned by iced americano. The painful cuts and bruises we've been forced to feel is a sign that we are still alive. We are only human.
“Well, that's a pretty face you got there. What brings you to a fight club?" The flaw in the control we've got over ourselves, the crows that have entirely lost their flightpath. The wings turn to white. We won't stop the fight.