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One true time, I 've already a friend's attitude. So suck, indilligent, bossy, so else. But who knows, inside a bad cover, there is perfect core.

He was a bigger one, the reality that hits my self on face. I never react to be honor for him, he neither. But he run in left side of the road, and me on the right. I false, I wrong. What a wonderful mistakes that given for me.

This is life I told about. This is happiness I face on. This is pain I afraid to. This is way I belong to.

Dedicated for a long friend, my huge friend. Who left me behind, in life.

This is my mate in my days, actually I felt shy when I remember it's name. But it's ok, coz in my birthday later I'll replace it up.
It accompany me on my madness, sadness, happiness and so on. Sometimes I get mad and kick him (Ouchh...!!!) But sometimes, I remember to the one who gave me the brat. Thanks Fairish :)

One day, I 've been asked to teach someone about guitar. It was all about Bassist. Actually, I really blind on these 'boring senars'. So I told her that I can't. One sentence that I made as a reason is, "bassist does't hang up on the band".

A song, actually un-shaking without it
Speakers are empty without it
Sounds looks looser without it
A band, absolutely nothing without it

These words, I feel inside, are the main thing in the road.
We can't play with you outside, we can't feel the songs with the bass off-lite. Because you were the head of us, the first player, the striker. You are the bassist