"Black is the color of my true love's hair

His lips are like roses fair"

Oh, heart holder of mine

Where are you?

I saw you in the night

I saw you in my dream

Seemed like you came

With that gentle moonlight

Wearing those stars in your eyes

My heart holder of mine

I reached my hand to touch you

I found only shadows

I heard your laughs fading away

I don't know where to follow

My heart holder of mine.

I am drowning and choking

Inside where it's raining

Inside where my heart once was

And now it's gone with you

My heart holder of mine.

Day by day
Night by night
Time passes by
I don't know where
I'm going to

Sometimes I cry
For nothing
I wonder why
I wonder why

Find me just one reason
Why I should keep
My heart beating
Tell me it's worth
To keep running
Though I'm going
Nowhere.

It's my Brithday and I woke up and faced it with some bangings on my bedroom door. It's my house maid! I had to woke up before the time I set on my alram clock. It's frustrating for a long sleeper like me. Of course, it's not a nice beginning of the day, too. -_-*

I got a happy birthday from a friend in my office (he's the only one who knew about it.) and more of that from friends in Hi5. A sister called from China in the evening to say HBD. That's it. No celebrating. No presents (they always come late). 

Is it enough? I don't know. I know many people think Birthday celebrating is important. Well, it is to me, only not that important. I don't fancy Brithday surprise. Seriously, I don't like the idea of blowing those tiny candles on BD cake. There's no way to do it with grace.

It rained cats and dogs this evening. At least I got such a cool Birthday.

Yesterday I went home with a colleague. Our office is in kind of long alleyway. Actually, it's not that deserted place. Still, you have to grab your handbag tight and be careful of those motorcycles running around all the time. And two girls or more walking through the alley is totally better than one girl doing it.

The thing is when we're getting out of the office. We went downstair right behind some "executive" people. I and my colleague, you can say we're in "lower" class at the office because I'm just a freelance (no authority) and my colleague is just a secreatary (no authority, too). Not that I give a dang about that though.

Normally, when "no authority" officers depart the office on foot and the other "no authority" people with a car saw that, they'll offer a ride to the main street or furthur, depends on which way they're going.

Nothing like that happened when you're going out of the office with those "executive" people. They just chit-chated to each other, laughed and then headed for thier cars. We're invisible for them.

I just realized all of this when I already got home. I didn't expect to get any ride. But I'm surprised they didn't even think about offering it while they absolutely could. That made me think of many things like...is it true those higher class people don't know how to show their kindness or how to be generous? And why, in general, people in lower class that we always think they have less in many ways from food to education, always be the first one to offer a help?

I really dont' understand that. All I know is I'll never be like those executive persons.