Archive for September, 2008
The Spilled Mango Juice
One night when I bought mango juice home, I accidentally dropped it (FYI, it’s common in Indonesia to have beverages served in a plastic wrapper, not a plastic cup, a plastic wrapper. Does anyone knows the proper term for this?). I could not help that it’s spilled all over my floor.
A moment was there when I starred at the spilled of my favorite drink and started to think that despite my fondness of mango juice, Lipton Ice Tea Sparkling :P , and the song Yellow by Coldplay, I just realized and I felt it with all my heart (hehehehe..) that I didn’t like the yellow liquid I saw there on the floor.
Was it the color, yellow? or the fact that it’s spilled?
Is there anyone reading this post who might get annoyed looking at the ‘Yellow’ word above written in maroon? Wkwkwkwkwk
Ten
No, no one is having their 10th birthday today. Tika gave me homework.
The rules
1. Each blogger must post these rules
2. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves
3. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.
4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’ve been tagged and to read your blog.
Tagged!
Anna, Bawel, Rika, Bayu, Indra, Astri, Denny, Yuan, JJR, Muti
Twenty
That day
I screamed as loud as I could. But there she was, standing in silence. That moment I knew that she felt greater sadness.
A little bit mischievous but very lovable
Stubborn as she always is,
pretending to be selfish,
in the end she fails to hide that she cares a lot.
Today
She is twenty.
Happy birthday, de Roset!
May the road rise up to meet you
may the wind be always at your back
May the rain fall soft upon you
and the sun shine warm upon your face
And true be the hearts that love you
peace ever with you and until we meet again -
May the path light up before you
and the clouds forsake the skies above
May the warmth of sun surround you
and the stars shine bright to guide you home
and true be the hearts that love you
peace ever with you and until we meet again -
May the God hold you in the palm of His Hands
May He holds you evermore
[May the road rise up, Libera]
no sería lo mismo
May I take your order?
Yes, please. One Lipton Ice Tea Sparkling.
Sorry, Mam. We just have regular Lipton Ice Tea, would you like that?
….. No, thank you. Not without the sparkling.
no es lo mismo..
Scattered
How to deal with it: lock your room from the inside, through the window throw away the key, and just stay there.
A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words
n_n ehehehehehe… I have to learn to play this character on Bleach : The Blade of Fate. I have to master it! Uhuhuhuhu…
got it from here.
I’ve Been Told that My Writing…
… could be kind of heavy. Is that true?
Well.. Apparently it’s not (because I myself don’t intend to publish any kind of writing that can’t be easily understood). Thanks to Gia who pointed it out very well. It’s more to my failure to deliver what I was trying to say and share. The reason behind it is that I haven’t provided clear background or the whole explanation or the link which can explain the connection between parts that I’m bringing up at my posts. Thanks to those who have kindly asked me questions about what I was writing exactly (hehehehehe..).
Now that I’m fully aware of this and that I’ve told you about this, I welcome any comments or critiques or anything regarding to my posts, especially when you feel lost when reading it (wkwkwkwkwk..). I’ll try my best to keep it clear all the time and your comments would be very helpful.
That’s all for now… Good day, everyone!
Me. Writer’s Block.
Yesterday I found an interesting fiction that tempted me to write one.
After an hour of staring my monitor and trying my best to create a wonderful piece of fiction, I’ve successfully collected some of my favorite lines of songs (what??!!). So, where’s this wonderful piece of fiction that I was trying to make? Nada. I have my writer’s block. (hehe..).
Writer’s block is a phenomenon involving temporary loss of ability to begin or continue writing, usually due to lack of inspiration or creativity.
I’d like to call myself a flexible person (hehehe…).


