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Kerja-kerja, kesibukan kerja emang menyita waktu. hehehe upload apa ini gak jelas. Sabtu, 20 Juni 2009. Sabtu, 06 Juni 2009. Entah bersyukur atau kah sedih, sebentar lagi kehidupan yang dulunya aku anggap membosankan, di sini, di P Jawa, akan aku tinggalkan dan terbang menuju dunia lain Papua Barat. Semoga ilmuku bermanfaat dan berguna bagi agama nusa dan bangsa. Perasaan yang seperti ini? Dan kujelaska.
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Thursday, August 2, 2012. Turn your dreams into reality. Most of can imagine areas in our life that we would like to be different. Perhaps we want a bigger house, a better paying job or the luxury of being able to travel. Unfortunately, things we really want in life get mixed up with our fantasies and we may go our whole life having only achieved very few, if any, of our dreams. Friday, July 20, 2012. Coaching does this for me! I believe that if we ar.
LINGKARAN HARI YANG TLAH KITA LALUI. ADALAH KEBAHAGIAAN YANG TIADA TERPERI. IKATKAN TAUTAN DUA HATI DALAM JANJI. LAMBUNGKAN ASA YANG TLAH KITA BINA. INDAHNYA CERITA CINTAPUN TLAH KITA TULISKAN. MANISNYA SEGALA KENANGAN TELAH KITA BAITKAN. ASA CINTAPUN KINI TLAH MENJADI MILIK KITA. FANTASI ITU TLAH TERWUJUD DALAM NYATA. ROMANTISME YANG TELAH KITA CIPTA. UNTAIKAN TALI KASIH DIANTARA KITA. RASA RINDUPUN KINI TLAH MENYATU.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011. Circle, maiden, circle. I am ten years old and sitting cross-legged on crummy, shredded carpet the color of a dying turtle, watching television and praying that my dad will never come home. He comes home every night at six with his tiny igloo cooler and the newspaper crooked under his arm. His face, though freshly shaven in the morning, follows him home grizzled, and the eyes buried in it are usually faded. Blasting down with his tomahawk of a hammer.
Thursday, October 27, 2011. Arm in arm, we walk the avenues to the Right Bank, chatting as we move towards the base of Monmartre. We speak of the radical change that Paris had undergone in the reign of Emperor Napoleon the Third. You say you would have liked to have seen the streets still winding crazily, and paved in the broad rough-cut stones, which one can still spot here and there. The timbre of your voice comes on like the backing melody of a spell as you talk. You tell me of the new routines you an.