I can hear the clock ticking on the walls,
My washing machine spinning at the back,
My fan blowing wind of dusk,
My eye are keep on the monitor,
As my hand are typing words,
which I can't barely understand the meaning of VALENTINE...
As I joke around with this word the whole day...
now the joke are playing back on me...
laughing at my lonesome soul...
carving for my drink of "milo"...
hunger for the cup of "maggie mee"...
on my leg a pair of imported wear...
they called it "selipar jipon"...
with my "kain" sarong tight on my hip...
what a VALENTINE day....
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