STILL I HOPE FOR MORE, AND MORE, IN THIS
FUNNY LITTLE WORLD
absolution. symmetry.
and you think you know me?

Ohay thar. The name is Fatia Magistra. Would you give me some cookies?

so hopefully this is—
place where I can share the randomness

Well I obviously sucker for visual but I gotta admit that writing is pretty cool. I can't write, though. Not the good one.

let's have a little piece
of heaven in this little messy world

dA Plurk

credit? credit, please.
because appreciating is important.

Layout: hasta mañana
Inspiration: balloon.s
Fonts: toomunch
Lyrics: Funny Little World
Others: colour codes





con te partiro. sky. (Wednesday, 2 June 2010 / 20:26)

Music: 
Andrea Bocelli feat. Sarah Brightman - Con Te Partiro | Orange Range - Asterisk | Keane - Bedshaped
Laruku - My Heart Draws a Dream | Marie Digby - Say It Again | Natalie Imbruglia - Shiver
Today's fresh photo. This noon was clear and a bit cloudy but sunny. I always love sky for no reason because it's so high, so huge, so lonely. Whenever I look up, it always there. It somehow keeps me distracted from my grounded world for a while.

For some reasons, little beauty around my small world always mesmerized me. It's like there's always a little lost beauty whenever I look somewhere; on the road, on a shop, in front of my house, on the internet, on a clear night sky. And when I see them, when I feel them, I don't want to let them go. About a year ago or half, I got my own camera. Just another cheap pocket camera but I learned a lot by using that camera. Now it's broken and I use my phone's camera to capture the visual interesting thing.

Imagine if we combine the high sky and music. Probably we can fly for a while. Or perhaps feel blue and wonder whether we can share this short moment with someone.

My Mum isn't in this country and her cell phone, of course, dead. Today I got a lot of call from people who think that my mum's phone somehow lost or she left it somewhere or she change the number. Well she haven't change the number since like 10 years ago, so I understand those people's reaction. Mum must be really busy. And now I need to be a vice-mum for a while. Which is not fun.

P.S.: My feet is itchy. Bad.