Friday, June 29, 2012

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Seconds of Waiting


I believe people do change; despite the strong impression, personality and the characters conveyed; they eventually will change at one point, at one moment in their life. Whether it is grievances, sadness or mirth; it cause an entire effects towards a person.

In a relationship, swarthy occurs that slices the heart into two pieces is a norm in commitment. Throughout the complexion, deeper conversation and communication helps by untangling roots which nibble the earth thoroughly. But sometimes, surmising can create a damage beyond repair and putting it much into context, it complicate itself much more.

Suddenly, the escape door open and without any second thought; carried by your odium; go through the drawers of your lover’s heart and mind, retrieving any possibilities of memories, thoughts and walk out never to be heard again.

When you decide to do so; remember that flaunt action will cost dearly. There by that door, your love will wait for you not matter how long it would take. They prefer to miss another opportunity over other person because they believe another chance will come by; and it is your blunder whom causing it on the first place.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Page 179 of 366

Third Degree of Walking Away

Broken heart

Stepping into someone’s life and not leaving out footprint when you leave is just like walking along the beach expecting the waves wiping out your steps. The moment you own the person’s heart, trust and loyalty; they will take care of you like above themselves.

Every time you decide to leave, loyalty towards you that keeps them waiting; although they did tried to work out with someone else, the feeling is not the same. Hoping you will flung in their arms is their ultimate dream before anything fall upon causing the inexistence of their presence.

Third is a charm and both of you expect the relationship would last; things that blew the previous steps are been shut down. Relationship status is only for the real social circle; not Facebook;, texting and calling instead of filling each others wall plus being concern and trust each other in everyday life by getting involve and participate.

Alas, you walked out and another hopeful tears slides along the cheek. Thus, a wonder recites within their mind asking them if the act of waiting is insane, absurd and foolish. While glancing the pictures you, they said, “Acting being a fool is a easy. Waiting like crazy and looking for absurd horizon of resetting time is all in mind; but try to look strong to that person is the hardest. My heart shattered even more but letting the noise when it hit the floor from my the one I love; I won’t let them because by having my love walking away; is a chance for us to be prepare to be better for each other in the future”.

Hence, they gulp a boil of poison; hoping you would come back and kiss them so they would be conscious to make another story together; and that time, for eternity.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Page 175 of 366

So Far Gone


Tell me the walls are talking or the door is looking

tell me the sky is playing the symphony or the earth is singing

tell me whether the water is scary and causing the fire to be horrified

tell me that the air is poisonous and causing the dark and grey to be terrified.

Answer me when darken exist in the light

answer me when the snow melts in the bright

answer me when the river flows upwards

answer me when the time goes backwards.

Question me when all children becomes Benjamin Button

question me when all kings gone by the spring

question me at the doze slumber of a nightingale

question me when all word going to end.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Page 173 of 366

A Beautiful Mess


Life does not seem have to be smooth all the time. By right, you eventually stumble on the old cracked pavements causing an ugly cut to the knee. Here you are, looking around for a clean white bandage but the only thing available in your denim jeans back pocket are a packet of white tissue.

It does not meant to cover up a cut; it is meant to wipe away the tears from the fall. But there are no tears; as you only laugh when you noticed that there is a little bump on the pathway and you did not noticed it because you were busy texting your crush; telling yourself love is blind has just been justified.

You noticed there is a bleed running down from the cut; thus, you grab the tissue and a red spot has taken its place. As look at it and smiled,your mind whisper to you by saying, “A cut on the knee is less painful than a cut in heart which is pitiful”.

A warmth of specious got you up back to your feet and as you saunter, you put back the tissue at the back pocket waiting for another stumble in paradigm.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Page 171 of 366

Waiting At the Station


Journey is inevitable. It is almost impossible for a person to dodge the fate even they try to run far away from it. Some, thinks journey as a turn for a new start and some, sees it as something that could take away something for life has treat them right or someone that they do care about. Whether it is a spiritual journey seeking the light underneath Ghobi tree or a real journey either to widen the perspective or to run away from something; initially you halt from the current path and turn to an unfamiliar trail for which your instinct keep on telling you to choose that path.

Before doing so, you need to prepare as you would not expect the journey would become smooth and calling Titanic incident as obsolete. Most people would read upon what will wait for them, things that they need to expect, stories of successful journey and by least, experience some adventures along the way.

A stop is not a place to forbid you to continue the intention but it is a place cater to prepare you for what is coming and getting all the needs that you will seek when you stumble upon an adventure along the trail.

Thus, when you start your new journey, keep on walking. Don’t stop, throw away the hesitation and from there, that sensation feeling when you do something which is right will spark.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Page 169 of 366

To Rome With Love


In late night, as I flipping through postcards that were sent by my friends over last summer; seeing their enjoyment travelling around the world; something inside spoke to me and said, “Lets go! Let us have an adventure of our own. Come on! While you are still in the silence of journey, lets us just wild through and go along with the flow. We have nothing to loose!’.

As quick and swift as fox, I threw the postcards to the table, ran to the bedroom, grabbed the backpack that are use for class and put my plain t-shirts, hot pants and innerwear in which the number of clothes that I packed does not resemble Marco Polo at all.

Since it is impromptu, I want to keep the plan to myself and due to that, I can’t call my friends to send me to the airport. Thus, a cab arrived ten minutes later and the sleepy driver drove to the airport in the middle of the night. After paid the fair and tip him with a Starbucks voucher; so he could get a hot roasted coffee since it is my fault on the first place called him on the first place; I went straight to the selling counter to find out only five counters still open and having Qantas Airways, British Airways, Air France, Emirates and Virgin Atlantic does not sound cheap.

Before I knew it, a copy of receipt together with my card is being handed to me while the sales person told me the earliest flight to Rome will commence within 40 minutes. As I pace to the boarding gate, my mind recall what had happened five minutes before. The vivid flashback starts to roll its film focusing upon me who stood in front of those counters. Suddenly, it occurred to me to grab the earliest flight list on the information board. I made a look and “Rome” captured my sight. Hence, I directly went to the Air France counter and asked whether a seat is still available on the craft.

“You’re lucky” says the sales person. “Yesterday,  we received a call from one of our passenger mentioning that he want to reschedule his flight to the next after and the former seat is still fully covered because he said that perhaps having two seats for two different days is feasible. He added that he would call if to tell us which flight he will take and just now, he called stating that he would took the second ticket that he purchased. So yes, we do have an available seat and it’s fully paid. Perhaps you want to add on for a meal for the flight since it will consume roughly around 3 hours to reach Rome, Italy.” and for reason for the credit card was swiping through the payment machine, I smiled.

After I landed at Leonardo da Vinci Airport, I got into a taxi and told the driver to send this precious carriage to a little in called Cialdini. I quite surprised myself as I only knew about the inn from a travel column that I read from Cosmopolitan magazine few months back. Just as I stepped in, I was welcome by Paolo, the owner of the inn; an old guy which I assume in his early 50s, having white butcher beard and he wearing a plain white t-shirt with brown pants together with a pair of red suspenders. He coincidently taking care of the counter when I arrived and welcome me in his thick Italian accent while his hands dance in the air when he talks.. Later, he gives me a key and personally carried my backpack as he shows the way to my room. While he took off his flat golf cap and fan himself; perhaps from the two floor journey; he opened the door.

It is a beautiful room indeed as the ray of the morning sun penetrate the T-shape windows all the way to the bed with there is a light brown writing table at the right side of the bed facing the wall. The room was simple but beautiful. I thanked Paolo and threw myself on the comfy bed and my stomach starting to growl begging for food. I remembered that I haven’t dress any meal since last night.

So I went out using the back door and my eyes instantly captivated upon what its behold. The alley is just about 20 foot width but both side of the alley are filled with stalls that sells fruits, clothes, kitchen utensils and many other things which I don’t usually see in my hometown. Buyers negotiating with the mongers, one child running with an apple in his hand, two old man sits on stools; talking, chattering. It is an amazing sight.

I strode along the alley and I noticed a small restaurant called Ragazzi Picolli which attract me to step in. I was welcome by Ella Fitzgerald song that fills throughout the room and I sit at one little table right at the corner when a girl I assume in her 16 give a menu in later which afterwards, standing still, waiting for me to give my order.

Since the menu are written in Italian, my mind starts to juggle itself and my lips uttered,  “Un spaghetti ala tomato pasta et parlez”. I think what I said to her was right because she just jolt it down and gave the paper to the kitchen counter. Fifteen minutes later, a plate of spaghetti with four large meatball on top and a glass of cold water are serve. I enjoyed the meal really much partly because it is purely Italian made.

After finished the meal, I continue my journey along the pavement alley as I smiled to every person that passed me by while whispering to myself, “Perhaps, Paris is known for love and Milan touched the base for passion. But, both love and passion does not beat the sincerity of two hearts; as written by Shakespeare; the story of Romeo and Juliet.”.

Let me share my love here before I return and see the wonder of Rome from the eye of Eve. By instinct, I can feel this journey would be magical.

To feel the love of Rome.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Page 167 of 366

A Girl, Football and Soccer

Poland Girl

Being an insecure girl, many things that she would demand her boyfriend to do in order to put away the impossible thoughts to the darkness. By deleting precious memories of the boyfriend with his ex, tailing every number in his phone, lurking around his Facebook and monitor his tweets; so far he comply like a moon on an axis.

He is heaven but even in real heaven you have comply with one rule; which ignites the temptation to break it. In his case, forbidding him to watch football with his friends is the forbidden apple. That is the fine line of a guy’s retention to fulfill request from the girl whom he would ditch; like a car with a bad handle; due to your stiffness.

Perhaps you can join him or perhaps you let his friends come to your place to watch the match on your 40 inch LCD television with 5.1 Dolby digital surround sound and believe me; your place will be their heaven and in exchange, the forbidden fruit is just wait for a bite.

Friday, June 15, 2012

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The Girl That EatsThe girl that eats

Glancing over the menu, you just could not decide as all the food, confectionaries and drinks looks very intrigue indeed. Fish and chips, spaghetti, lasagna, Boston cheesecake, melting rich chocolate topping brownies alongside with white mocha latte, ice-blended tiramisu latte and a double shot of espresso.

Then, it strike; a lean body with Selena Gomez’s curve and a pinch of Megan Fox’s thunder ass illuminating your mind. A dream body that you have been craving and longing all this time. You have been hitting the gym, jogged and doing Pilates for months in order to obtain the hourglass shape. Hence, your finger flicked to another page of the menu with green leaves, finger-size-cut carrot being a model for that precise dull menu page; which ended ordering a bowl of Caesar and a glass of plain water.

Sometimes determination, goal and motivation could really screw you up because in the regime of your body is your temple, you are what you eat which ends up being a food crave, not a food lover or even a glimpse of taste.

There are girls out there who consume anything that they want, eat like a pig, owns a giant’s stomach but retain a Victoria’s Secret body figure. They are not afraid of what people might tell them nor the carbs. All they know is that the purpose of life is to enjoy every single taste that exist upon the kitchen counter.

Another part of these pixies, they do not even feel a little gullible sense of guilt putting anything and everything which taste nice, looks good and smells great because they believe enjoyment surpass everything. Life is good, food is great. Let it not go to waste.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Page 163 of 366

The Walnut Girlpictures2

There is no powerful girl compare to a girl who drinks coffee and hot chocolate everyday. Attractiveness cease to exist whenever a cup of Joe is not being entertain. A girl could make it hot, cold or perfectly just right just by the way she sips it.


Because she have the touch.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Page 161 of 366

Is The Line Dead?


One of the best feelings in the world is when we hear the voice of our love ones in the end of the line; whether it a late night conversation or a mellow call early in the morning. Perhaps it can be consider in the rule of love which exceeds Bhagavad Gita as one of priority when a couple experiencing Adam and Eve relationship when they are being thrown to each end of the world.

Relationship is just like Cosa Nostra, it demands every gullible efforts, passion and energy in order to deliver the best within you to your partner. Romance is not enough without a railway slip and from there, you able to see at which joint that went wrong. Thus, fixing it together like Lorelai and Luke.

Girls wants a guy with Sephora and guys would expect girls to being able easily to handle like a Mustang; in which both party would sunk to the Pharaoh's melting pot. Feeding each other with mutual respect and trust are the key factors and things will eventually work they way up.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Page 159 of 366

Kina: Eastern Rose of Liverpool

Kina In Liverpool

Here is a story about a beautiful petite young girl who loves to wonder around the Forbidden Forest; adventure and danger is her second name.

She fought with trolls, riding on unicorns, flying on a Pegasus, visiting the fairies and leading on a war alongside the Centaurs. She battled the fierce dragon and ending the life of the dark wizard in order to protect her magical tower shines the light of Elise; the light of life; as it is the source of serenity in her land.

When you know her deeply enough, you will realize that she is not like other girl that you met before. She have a heart purer than Snow White, intelligence beyond genius, owns a beautiful soul that shines from heaven and a smile that could end up a war.

Perhaps she is being separated by distance from her love ones; families, relationship and friendships; but the bond is stronger than anything ever cease to exist in this world that only the Almighty can out it out; but He is very kind as she is one faithful person.

As the stories goes on, she is on her way to become a better person; not just to herself but also include to all people who supports her all along; from the greatest person who took care of her since she was a little baby to the person whom loves her as the relationships will be a forever greatest tale that could shun Romeo and Juliet together with Jack and Rose mystify fairy tale.

This is a story about a beautiful petite young girl who loves to wonder around people’s heart leaving her mark; once she enter, the memories will not fade. Her magical touch is beyond anything that could ever exist in this world for so she is the gift from Him to the world.

Happy birthday, Kina; my dear lovely greatest friend; a person whom my life accept her as a family in heart. Seven seas and six continents would be able to take away things that we currently have; a friendship that is stronger, shinier and more valuable than a diamond from heaven.

Never we will loose each other; and this I promise you.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Page 157 of 366

The One That Got AwayIMG_8366

You and I; us.

Those are the only way to explain whenever people would ask about our relationship. We are friends but somehow our hearts whispered to our soul that we could not exist without each other. The magic almost trigger itself but we restrain the spark as we believe that both of us need to committed to the person whom we love; and being better partner for the another.

Perhaps fate would intertwine our soul together in latter future; and we do not deny about the possibility; as by the time comes; we will be ultimately for each other in better from compare if we have done so in ashes of time.

Drifting apart is not an option; unless an utterless mistake being done which shattered the crystal knot. Smiles has lost and tears everywhere; causing the sky lifting the rainbow to be return to heaven as there no more reason to be on earth.

You and I, us. The bond. The link. It is everything for me; and you are everything to me. But what am I to you....when you walk away.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

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Tireless JourneyIMG_3051

Remember the excitement when you are starting a new journey; being in a new relationship, going to new places or exploring the world?

The intense of the vibe, energy and passion cluttered within until anything that you touch would be magical together with expectation of things that you might stumble on; you just do not know. Thus, your heart pound faster, mind are lingering on the line of sparkle rainbow and throughout the journey that you went on restlessly; it's all getting dimmer and dimmer.

Suddenly, the energy drawer itself slowly just at the moment when you are almost reach the end of the journey in the dark woods. All the experience gained; left by the person whom we care and love, stumbled to the ground and non-mended shattered hearts; making us stronger.

Upon many chances, challenges has made you to give up upon this journey; until the chime plays at the last heave of breath trying to stop you by saying it is enough.

Hope would not make you give up as it is the main reason why you were on the path; to seek, to know and to gain endless journey. Hence, there is no halt, period nor full stop. Strength will rise throughout your blood and giving you the ultimate ability.

To keep the pace, steps and track with no end limit.

Friday, June 1, 2012

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La Un à Avec Être IMG_9815

There is nothing more that you need in this world apart from having that someone who would be by your side no matter even though they have being hurt by you dearly.

Perhaps they would want you to leave them for a short period of time while mending their heart but when the time comes, they would be the first person who would be there; holding your hand tight in their grasp, a hug that would never be let go and whisper, “It’s alright; everything would be fine. I’m here for you….”.

Upon that one moment, your heart starts to fall its tears because your eyes refuse to cry, your soul sobs because your physical being trying to look strong and your mind tirelessly finding the exact words to express your gratitude because they choose to be with you on that precise moment rather to be somewhere or to be with someone else.

The one to be with.