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Two years ago, you had called my name. In the dark, there you stood and smiled. A year ago, you had called my name. Across the street, there you sat and smiled. I'm in the present, but still looking at the past. I looked back at those days, and asked what happened to us. Twist and turn of events happen, And bring us together again. You said you'd missed me, but should I believe? You said I'm the one who changed your life, but you also changed mine. All those sweet words that you told me, still lingers in my head and I cannot forget it. I want you to be with me, But am I making the right decision? I'm getting scared, scared like a kid. I'm afraid to have a wound, A wound that cannot be healed. So if I make the wrong decision, And then I'll end up alone. Two years ago, you called my name, In the dark, there you stood and smiled. Ayear ago, you called my name, Across the street, there you sat and smiled.

Before I became a Broadcast Communication student, I didn’t mind radio that much for I was a cartoon fanatic and a bookworm at the same time who’s always at the corner of my room with my nose on a book, but suddenly everything changed since our TV collapsed from working for us. Wherever my mom would wake up, she would plug the radio and turned it on, and I would wake up irritated with all the applause and laughter I heard from the background. The voices of the DJs or the announcer annoyed me so I would insist my mom to turn it off, but since she’s my mom she always won that’s why I had to live with it and everyday it felt like hell, but all of a sudden I got used to it. I started to appreciate it, and it was like miracle. Every day I would turn it on and tuned in to my favorite FM radio channel. My mom was confused why all of a sudden I changed and then during my senior year in high school, I was so clueless about what course I would choose in college, so I just clicked on whatever c...

With the help of a dot, everything can be created. But in our case, it all started in a line. Under the purple sky, we stand next to each other. You look like Claude, and I look like no one. I don't know if it is fate, for us to be in the same vehicle. I wish for your smile, but I get none. There's something that attracts me, but I don't know if it's your smile. It's either your eyes or your stare, that makes me feeble. If ever we'll meet again, I want to have a conversation. And that conversation, will always be my greatest possession. I'll never forget your smile, your eyes, not even your face, because it is something worth than a treasure.       <3 I am so grateful to the person who inspire me to write this poem though it isn't that great.

I grow up watching news and sometimes I wonder why the news they are reporting are heinous, just then after a long long years of wondering it is answered. My professor in radio performance told us, that news are based on people's demands and to sell, not because people wanted to know about what's really happening in this world.  He's a radio announcer and a news reporter in a popular network. At first I thought that maybe he's just misleading us, but hello why would he do that. He said that he wants us to be a good journalist, that's why he's telling us that. People watched news not to satisfy their curiosity, but to be entertained. They want news to be catchy, they don't like good news, who would be interested anyway if two men reconcile after a fight? No one. That's why journalist and media practitioner take news that are odd, sensational and exaggerated, because that's what sells and that's what people like, so he told us that if ever we made...