It is beautiful, but not every single thing is. Many mornings when my husband is sleeping, I frequently feel the deep-suffocating longing, in which I really expect that Doraemon’s door does exist. Looking at parents’ pictures just make it worst, like someone just poked my eyes. The fact that they’re getting old each day while I cannot be there just makes it worst...
Hi. Just stop by and put a new thing here that I consider uploading it on Instagram is not a good idea. Feel too much I guess, while to me personally, much efforts and tears were best friends to complete this that I need to perpetuate it somewhere. Yes, thesis.Today I officially an M.Pd, master of Edu. Hhh thinking years back then, when...
May 9th, 2020 Three weeks after the wedding day. We’ve moved to our own house, somewhat on the outskirts of the city. Like other newly couples, we’re happy and enjoying the adaptation, which I so far appreciate it, and which I don’t expect to change too. It’s Ramadhan now. Bit different from last Ramadhan(s). Besides what-so-called covid19, fasting in a new family is...
It was Saturday night When the first snowflake falling on your bangs Seeing around no one around Only an old beagle stood at the dark crossroad Giving a cold look, like the old lady on the Aberdeen train this evening It was such a long way You heard a jingle bells song from a far, as the house in front of you You...
You come again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and never again. ...
Two days before the play by Dayani Sasana Aksara entitled Siap, Kapitan! I received a call from Yuniar Resti, the theater director. “I’ve had a terrible argument with the actors, all of them but don't tell anyone,” with her pessimistic-was-about-to-cry voice. What do you think that means, except I then came to the assumption that this show would never be succeeded or the...
