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11 bulan yang lalu... Sekuntum bunga menatap langit Cahaya matahari meresapi tubuhnya Mengahangatkan kelopaknya Membuatnya merah merekah Bunga itu melihat awan berbentuk hati "sungguh indah" bisiknya Awan itu berlalu sama sekali tak menghiraukannya Sang bunga menunggu Menatapi luasnya langit Begitu banyak awan Tapi bukan awan yang ditunggunya Langit mengisyaratkan agar bunga menyerah Awan itu tak akan kembali, awan itu telah pergi. Bunga pun sadar semuanya telah berlalu Awan tak akan kembali lagi Hari ini sang bunga tak lagi menatap langit Namun tiba-tiba didengarnya suara dari langit Bunga mendongak Ada awan di sana, awan yang dulu dicarinya Awan itu tersenyum padanya Antara marah dan bahagia Sang bunga hanya diam Awan itu tepat di sana, di langit Bagaikan datang untuknya Bunga menggeleng pelan menepis asa "bagaimana kalau dia pergi dan baru kembali 11 bulan lagi?"

My name is gossip I have no respect for justice I maim without killing I break hearts and ruin lives I am cunning and malicious, gather strength with age The more I am quoted, the more I am believed I flourish in every level of society My victims are helpless They can't protect themselves against me because I have no name and face To track me down is impossible The harder you try, the more elusive I become I'm nobody's friend Once I tarnish a reputation, it's never be the same I topple governments and wreck marriages I make innocent people cry in their pillows

Ketika kau menginginkan sesuatu, kejar dan raihlah Kau akan belajar untuk menjaganya, memilikinya dan melalui waktu bersamanya Namun setelah itu, belajarlah juga untuk kehilangannya Karena mungkin saja, Dia hanya sesuatu yang singgah dalam hidupmu sekejap saja Seperti fatamorgana di Gurun Gobi Dan rasanya akan sangat sakit Bila kau terlalu mencintainya, Tak bisa hidup tanpanya, Seperti tersesat di Gurun Gobi.

Humans are never an objective living being. No matter what rules there are to prevent subjectivity, people still do it anyways. There are a lot of reasons for that, too. Some people do subjectivities because they have connections with another party, thus making them “morally guilty” for not giving that party a “slight advantage”. Some others do subjectivities on the basis of norms, that they uphold certain values. Thus, making them already have a perceived perception or mindset towards a particular thing, which we usually refer to prejudice and stigmas. These two things have a negative connotation, it refers that a certain group has a lower position compared to them, and this is based on irrational basis, like personal hatred, differences that cannot be bridged, etc. Stigmas exist in every single society, in various aspects. People have biased perceptions of others with racial, ethnic, skin color, gender, sexual orientation, and profession differences. This in fact, becomes th

Our love is the long lasting kind; We've been together quite awhile. I love you for so many things; Your voice, your smile, your kiss, your touch. You accept me as I am; I can relax and just be me. Even when my quirks come out, You think they're cute; you let me be. With you, there's nothing to resist; You're irresistible to me. I'm drawn to you in total trust; I give myself to you willingly. Your sweet devotion never fails. You view me with a patient heart. You love me, dear, no matter what. You've been that way right from the start. Those are just a few reasons why. I'll always love you like I do. We'll have a lifetime full of love, And it will happen because of you. Been a superb month and getting better each and everyday

Memuja berhala, konon tak ada gunanya Memuja kekuatan percaya, konon buta tak mengerti apa artinya Memuja memvisualisasikan, kala tak tampil apa wujudnya Ku memujamu seperti halnya di atas Membaca mantra suci pertolongan Mantra penyelamatku berubah menjadi namamu sudah Namamu selalu menamai label pikiranku Sesering ku membaca mantra Sesering ku mengingat namamu, dirimu Setiap hari, tak terlewatkan seharipun Merindukanmu sudah... Dear you, the Alfa and Omega of my day

Government : knock knock! Citizen : did you just knocked? Government : nope. I just made a sound as if I was knocking. Citizen : uh ok. so, is there anything wrong? Government : well, it depends. Citizen : depends on what? Government : depends on how much you've paid to me. Citizen : I've paid my income tax. I always vote during election. well, I've PAID my dues. Government : nah, I don't really care about that. Citizen : so? don't you think it's inappropriate to knock on someone's door at this hour. 2 am if you haven't noticed. Government : remember, I didn't knocked. I made a sound. besides you opened the door. and last time I checked you've relinquished a part of your freedom. Citizen : I did. so you will make sure that people don't knock on my door at 2 frickin am! Government : well, I'm no people. I'm made of words and promises that stretch. Citizen : still, it doesn't give you right t

Ready for the other food report? This is C' Italian Dining. the dining area then transports you into what looks like a medieval tavern accented by chic, black wooden tables and framed paintings. The restaurant also offers al fresco dining, best fit for evening dates and those seeking for a delightful garden ambiance. T he menu is a haven of Italian comfort food that ranges from homemade gnocchi (potato dumplings), risotto, osso buco, roasted lamb, pastas, and crave-worthy panizzas. Reading through the menu made my mouth water and my tummy grumble even more. I knew what was in store for me is divine feast of unpretentious homestyle Italian cooking :D Complimentary Bread with Olive Oil, Pesto and Parmesan Dip The bread was a beautiful starter. the rye is impeccably moist and chewy inside while hot and crusty on the outside. The light sweetness of the bread is perfectly complemented with the dip. It was such a struggle to stop taking another serving! Fresh Giant Pacific C

So, here we are in Spasso Italian Tapas and Wine Bar. Spasso apparently is the Italian word for ‘fun’ which the restaurant hopes to portray with their one-of-a-kind Italian tapas, their wine library of over 170 premium wines (from Australia, Italy, Chile, Spain and Argentina) and the live acoustic bands every Friday night. More than these alluring offerings, our minds were set on the Wagyu Tartar Lardo, Truffle Pasta and Mushroom Frittata. Yes, we were that prepared! If the Spanish are accustomed to: gambas al ajillo, chorizo al vino, croquetas de jamon, calamares, tortilla de patatas (potato omelets) and hamon cerrano, then the Italians have: arancini (fried risotto balls), bruschetta, frittata, salamis, prosciutto or pancetta with melon balls, chunks of cheeses and crostinis. The Spanish prefer their tapas fried or swimming in rich gleaming olive oil, while the Italians like theirs raw, accented with cheese, cured, or laden with bread. Whatever the region, the true essence of se

See them, future husband? I'd love to have something like them :)

When I signed up for a popular Internet social network, I was stupidly shocked to be greeted with the words "you have no friends". Although I knew it was untrue, I still felt sad for a moment. The idea that anyone, even an impersonal web site, would call me friendless was upsetting. Friends are essential for our emotional, physical and spiritual well-being. Friends listen to our heartaches without blaming us for having problems. They defend us when we're under attack. They are happy when we succeed and sad when we fail. They give us wise counsel to keep us from making foolish choices. They even risk making us angry for the sake of making us right. My friend have done all of this and more for me. Thanks for your loyalty. Thanks for accepting me as what I am. Thanks for your prayer for me. Thanks for helping me to catch up the lesson because I'm ditching from Inten. Thanks for every conversations along BPK - Inten. Thanks for every singkong melepuh we shar

I'm not good enough at making poetic words I'm not good enough at doing something romantic I don't even say a thing at Mother's Day I know it. you know it You may conclude it as no care or nonchalant You may see me as devil-may-care girl You may think I give you the cold shoulder but you have to know, I never hate you. I always feel guilty after saying bad things about you to my friends I sometimes envy them who can spend time with their mother I sometimes envy them who can live normally with their family I'm looking forward to your coming at my graduation day Here, I'm not gonna say I wasn't wrong Nor show angelic face to get dad's attention I was and am wrong I did and do mistakes I'm sorry and I want to fix this Please. for you're the person I love

You know that feeling? When you’re just waiting. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you Kept in all day. That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right either. And you’re tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there and tell you it’s okay. But no one’s going to be there. And you know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you. But you’re tired of waiting. Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else. Tired of being strong. And for once, you just want it to be easy. To be simple. To be helped. To be saved. But you know you won’t be. But you’re still hoping. And you’re still wishing. And you’re still staying strong and fighting, with tears in your eyes. You’re stuggling. No, it's me. I'm struggling.

I’m a huge fan of imagination I get so high with my own delusional thought To that time when we all meet again Who are we then? Will our dreams come true? Will we share our success stories? Or tell each other that love still sucks, like the old days? Will we become those independent happy women we always dream about? Or devastated in loneliness we make ourselves? Will we be saying “it was the right path I chose”? Or regretting the overrated future plan we used to always talking about? I’m just a little coward girl, In the edge of growing up With fabolous friends and a big fat dream. Who are we when we meet again? What if we are meant to be separated? Part of destiny that collides, but not together.

One of my mistake. The biggest one.

"I had always been obsessed with lies. Seriously, truth is not interesting. at all. I’d better change all the stories to big fat delusional happy endings than get stuck in the middle of lame miserable life. Truth number one : no matter who you are, life sucks." — you know who say this. don’t pretend you don’t.

I’m too tired to think too tired to talk too tired to imagine how everything’s going to be so don’t let me think about you now, don’t let yourself cross my mind now, because even though I never meant my words now, I’m exhausted.

the best thing about you is simple: you don’t get me scared. you don’t get me wondering how I stand with you, how I spend time with you, what I’m gonna talk with you, what I’m supposed to wear, how I look today, how we will walk to our future. but the worst thing about you is also simple : you make me terribly afraid. that you only happen once in my life.