Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The Five Years of Writing

During five years of writing on the blog, I found many things that have colored my life with fun. Why do I say fun? Because I think of anything in cyberspace that amuse me.

I am not a teenager or a half adult bloggers who give a damn on things that try to disrupt the preoccupations of my writing. Well, I write because this is my life. To write, I'm alive. To live, I'm writing.

Sometimes, there are people who cynically commented on my blog. I am not against criticism if it is in the form of criticism. But it seems that many people who abuse the notion of criticism as a reproach. Well, go ahead insult me, so what d'you want me to do?
I only ask for civility on my blog. Because a blog is similar to home. Just as in the neighboring country's embassy are protected by law in that country.

Do they really understand the etiquette of blogging before becoming a blogger? And as human, do they really understand the ethics of decency? Is it true they have a blog because they want to write? Or just want to find a sensation?

There are so many misunderstandings in this world, huh? And very many things that are not necessary, thrown on the people who didntt even really know you. Sometimes make annoyed, sometimes raise a laugh, sometimes make our day so interesting. That's life.

I know that sometimes my writing makes people curious. Many blogger friends of mine asked, "Is this a true story?" and I will tell them that it is real if it is real, it's fiction if it is fiction.

Oh by the way, this blog is still under construction!
FYUH! ^^

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Our Summer Days

"It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful."

— Stephenie Meyer, The Host-

"That's what the girl friends are for, right?" I asked.
He laughed. "Yes. But for others,  too."
"Such as?"
He paused. Laughter again. "To teach cooking and helping me compile a shopping list, right? Hahaha ... yes, okay...I'm not romantic."
My turn to laugh.

That's one episode of our summer days ^^

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Saturday, August 20, 2011

Still Waiting

Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truely knew - in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love grave someone the power to break you. I'd been broken beyond repair.

-Bella Swan, New Moon-

The truth is I still could not believe him totally. He would be sad to know this, but will also understand. I gave him time to prove what he said to me a few days ago, that he made ​​me a destination, not just an option.

"I'll prove it to you," He said at the time. "I have and I can."

That's the promise of a man. There's honor and dignity in the promise of a man. If it turns out he did not keep it, I don't know what kind of man he is. Maybe just a jerk as a person I've ever known, who've promised me too, then left.

I love him accidentally. It just came to me, like a meteor across the dark sky. I still don't know our future. Currently I can only wait for him to prove the promise.

"I'm in love with you." He, the man who is not romantic, said it.

Well. I love you too, stupid boy. Do not ask me how do you prove you've kept your promise. I know the answer. But later, when the time comes, you will know it.

Love will find the way :)

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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Dirt Gear

You will never understand the feeling of being someone among you and your obsession. It feels like dirt gear, ready to gouge out and vomited.

You're standing there with two feet in two places. There and here. Still pay attention and expect your obsession, but also pay attention to me and probably expecting something about me.

I couldn't follow your way before you make sure that you're just expecting me. I couldn't understand why we must live it slowly, if the situation is complicated and potentially hurt me.
It will be running as it is when there are only two parties, not three.

Did you say I'm too good to be true? I don't think so. Who do you think I am?
All I know is that I'm just an ordinary woman who falls in love with you...

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