Project #2

This is our second project, we have not found a name for us yet. Many people asked what the purpose of this project is. Well, so far I can only say that we made it in the name of "passion" and "ngabuburit-every-Monday-and-Thursday" :D For a while, you can just call us "Joni and Zooey". LOL.

This song is titled "Till We Meet Again". I need more than three weeks to think about what title suits best. And I've found it after a long hour of boring meeting with my family (sorry), which made me couldn't use my cell phone. And it killed me. And that's when I hummed the song and said "Till we meet again, my phone". Moreover, Capt joined the meeting so that he inspired me more, especially for the newest part of the song (second verse) which Joni had me to do.

This song tells about unwanted farewells, well it often happens right? When a person had to let go off someone because they cannot be together or they must not be together despite of every reason they have to be: a very appealing story, an extremely strong chemistry, or a like-minded past; they still have to be apart. The process of letting go takes them to spare a room in their hearts and use them to believe that somehow in another circle of life, God will give them a chance to have a different and happier ending. So, that belief leads them to seize the days until that "next meeting", wherever and whenever it will be.

*nothing personal, no hard feeling* :")





"Till We Meet Again"

Music: Joni
Lyrics: Icha

In the middle of this sorrow,
somewhere there is still a glow.
And it's to always know
that every minute spent with you ran very slow.

I know this time I may not follow
but we'll meet again at the end of the rainbow.
We just have to believe in tomorrow
when you and I are on the same row,
on the same flow.
And none of us have to let go.

*instrumental*

There are times I get shallow
somehow let this heart to show.
Every time I'm feeling low,
it's you, the light that shines on me in rain or snow.

I know this time I may not follow
but we'll meet again at the end of the rainbow.
We just have to believe in tomorrow
when you and I are on the same row,
on the same flow.
And none of us have to let go~

I know this time I must not follow
but we'll greet again through the sound of a rainbow.
We just have to believe in tomorrow
when you and I are on the same row,
on the same flow.
Ooh, on the same row, on the same flow.
And none of us have to let go, ooh~


~chaa

it's quiet here.

why it's really quiet here?

i'm in here.

can anybody hear?

i have many things on my mind but i dont know how to describe it.

i dont have an easy way to let them show.

moreover, no one here can hear me.

i can't even tell if somehow there is one here.

there is a big wall around me and it emits a fusion of solitary and vanity.

it is soundproof and shock resistant.

can you tell me what thing i should do to help myself or get help?

-chaa

HBD Dad

Happy birthday, Papa
I wish you all the best things in this world, in the hereafter, and wherever you are and might be.
Mom and me can only thank you for all the love you've been sincerely giving and all the patience you've been consistently showing.
Thank you for saving our lives, Dad.
You are indeed the star of our universe. :')
*I'll love you till I die*

Save Me

It started off so well. They said we made a perfect pair
I clothed myself in your glory and your love.
How I loved you, how I cried.
The years of care and loyalty were nothing but a sham it seems.
The years belie we lived a lie,
"I'll love you 'til I die"

Save me, save me, save me,
I can't face this life alone.
Save me, save me,
I'm naked and I'm far from home.

The slate will soon be clean.
I'll erase the memories to start again with somebody new.
Was it all wasted, all that love?
I hang my head and I advertise,
a soul for sale or rent.
I have no heart, I'm cold inside.
I have no real intent

Save me, save me, save me,
I can't face this life alone.
Save me, save me,
I'm naked and I'm far from home.
I'm naked and I'm far from home

Each night I cry, I still believe the lie
"I'll love you 'til I die"

Queen

p.s. this lyrics maybe what was represented by us at the darkest hours of our lives and you had answered it with all your life, Dad. Thank you.

love,
Rissa

spi #1

does any of you ever heard that in the beginning of your journey, you already are striken by exhaustion? and do you believe it? because i do. i personally do.

needless to say, you haven't been very far but you're exhausted already. whether yyou are already exhausted and haven't been recovered from your last journey or you have walked so long but you don't really move forward.

or maybe both.

110811,

marissa.