My friend's radio is playing that song.
It would be nice, isn't it, to kiss under the moonlight?
Just imagine: you and your lover, just the two of you, oblivion to others, feeling only the beauty of togetherness, under the beauty of the magnificent moon. Lips intertwined, hearts beat faster, eyes closed, warmth surge within the bodies, and sensation reign.
Kisses in the moonlight.
Friday, December 3
Thursday, December 2
Gourmet meal vs peanuts
You’ve seen my hubby blog? Heavy…….
You’ve seen my blog? Titbits and the trivia of life.
Reading my hubby’s blog makes me think of gourmet meal (though I haven’t really tried one). You have to savor it slowly, nibbling at the beauty and the taste. It will linger, the sensation, and I guess you don’t want to have too many of it in a short time.
My blog is like assorted peanuts in a bag. Light, various flavors and consistencies that you can munch on at any time, and the sensation is easily forgotten.
You’ve seen my blog? Titbits and the trivia of life.
Reading my hubby’s blog makes me think of gourmet meal (though I haven’t really tried one). You have to savor it slowly, nibbling at the beauty and the taste. It will linger, the sensation, and I guess you don’t want to have too many of it in a short time.
My blog is like assorted peanuts in a bag. Light, various flavors and consistencies that you can munch on at any time, and the sensation is easily forgotten.
The danger of klepon
Oke, buat yang suka makan klepon, hati2. Baru aja aku makan satu, dan mak jeprottttt, itu isi gula jawa melesat kelular, mendarat dengan dramatisnya di layar monitor aku, di atas berkas2 aku, dan beberapa tetes di keyboard.
Selagi bersih-bersih ternyata terlihat bahkan ada yang loncat sampe ke belakang monitor komputer dan meresap ke dalam penyekat cubicle.
So, beware!
Selagi bersih-bersih ternyata terlihat bahkan ada yang loncat sampe ke belakang monitor komputer dan meresap ke dalam penyekat cubicle.
So, beware!
Lone flower
A lone flower
Grows in a small garden
Her head bowed
To the grass below
Her head looking up
At the tree which she grows under
A lone flower
Feeling deeply alone
Grows in a small garden
Her head bowed
To the grass below
Her head looking up
At the tree which she grows under
A lone flower
Feeling deeply alone
Death comes as the end
My friend forwarded me a clip nudging people to remember that death may come at anytime and now it’s time to remember God (pray, oh friend).
Scary message, that one.
We will all die someday, in a way that is not of our choosing. To be reminded of that is, well, (clearing my throat here), moving indeed.
Heaven or hell? What if I don’t believe in them? What if what I believe is that souls are recycle-able? In their journeys, they will purify themselves enough to someday reside in the sky as eternally blinking stars?
But what if...?
This is definitely not a good topic to start a day with.
Scary message, that one.
We will all die someday, in a way that is not of our choosing. To be reminded of that is, well, (clearing my throat here), moving indeed.
Heaven or hell? What if I don’t believe in them? What if what I believe is that souls are recycle-able? In their journeys, they will purify themselves enough to someday reside in the sky as eternally blinking stars?
But what if...?
This is definitely not a good topic to start a day with.
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