tempe mungil

“Tengil cantik tengah beranjak dewasa menjadi seorang ibu. 

Meninggalkan masa lalunya. Beranjak berjalan menuju pribadi yang lebih baik. Tersenyum, tertawa lepas dan lebar sedang dilakukan saat ini.”

     Don't know for sure how many years ago,, tengil look somber as if everything is black. the world, the mountains, the sea and the air was thick with smoke colored then ballooned up, high, high, and continue as well. White only hers. Confined life already fill with a rich black cloth in the middle of nobody can trust.. vast grass field with altitude 3676 meters above sea level. Far above her ability to escape for freedom. Paced life looking for a sturdy grip hoping someone can identify who was the "I".

       Two-three years later, she was a little familiar colors and shapes. Black and white concept that once held has now softened. Of some of his patterned, only 4 colors and 3 shapes selected. Orange, red, blue, green and square, triangular and round. I didn't know exactly how it all melting while she was hung herself.

 
Orange represents the melancholy side, Red symbolizes passion, Blue for broad thinking, Green to the side of peace.

Mean square companions,
triangle-he interpreted to greatness, and
round narrates love.

      Tengil is the weak become strong on her own. Not to be outdone sarcastic thinker and argues that "I can exist" in my eyes. Thinkers hardworking mother still based on love, love of family, love of friends. Sometimes also a strange extreme thinker when starting out from the nature of seriousness. The great turning point when it caught my eye. I was amazed.
      on April 24, 2011, to the delight and innocence mixed with seriousness. Tengil say:
      "Tonjiboy, I want to get married? you? when? "

 

this I dedicated to someone I really love and respect for the rest of my life..my wife,, my beloved friend.. my tempe mungil.. I love U so very much.. 

     

waiting is a happything

Currently, where social media has become part of the lifestyle of modern people, they can be more instant to pour into the keypad and then head into the characters can be composed and readed by all people. Within a day, I can read the contents of people's heads in a single scroll. And the words that I read most often is waiting. Such a case in point; "waiting is SUCK ...", or "the most boring job is waiting ...", or the other.. Well, the gist of it all is; why people hate to be waiting?Okay,here now.. In this modern life, everything is instant; wearing vehicle when they traveling, if u go hungry then making noodles, etc.. But there's a thing that you could probably aware is that technology can made a space with the environment. for example, I ride public transportation (I use public transportation because i'm a user of public transportation), and I can only pay attention to the trees, for example, with just a glimpse or a glance. Because it was a public transportation and then it kept going away from the trees I saw. then when it stops, I'm aware of the new objects in the surrounding environment. But when I was there in a state of waiting, I was forced to pay attention to everything that is around me.even so but I love to wait. my friend call me the man of waiting. Waiting for the bus to come, waiting for travel departing, waiting for lecturers to come, etc.. For me, "the wait" was a moment where I can pay attention to detail that I often miss, a dynamic and complex environment, that sometimes I forget to appreciate. And waiting makes me think that there is one essential thing that I forget; time. In this instant-paced life, I required to use the time optimally. Manage time well, will make me a regular self-management. Isn't a modern humans is a regular human being? And I realize that it must starts from the time that I manage. (Although I'm still bad in such matters, to manage time). But while waiting, the time is not wasted, because what I'm waiting is must be very important. (but if it's not that essential so why am I waiting for?am I right?) And when I'm waiting, I can still be resuscitated by the things that I often miss. The beauty of the city, for example. Or a salesgirl with her pretty hot pantsnya. (oh shit..)So, by waiting I was given the opportunity to think about a lot of things. A gap that I need but I never realize.

ga jelas

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