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saya berhenti mengeluhkan momen dimana orang tua saya lupa hari ulang tahun saya. bukan mereka nggak sayang, tapi mereka punya caranya sendiri menunjukkan kasih sayang. saya mulai menghargai lagi dan lagi apa yang Tuhan kasih sama saya sampe di umur ke 23 tahun ini. Leeds, MA programme, good friends, celebrations, experience, England, love. ah, indescribable. saya berlanjut berjuang, memulai yang saya harus mulai, melanjutkan apa yang sudah saya jalani dan menghentikan hal-hal konyol yang nggak bermanfaat. yes, happy birthday to me and happy friendship to those who made my age just more precious than before. in this strange island, in this new place, I'm too blessed to complain about small things. and good friends in need are good friends indeed. Lintang sama Reyhan Birthday Surprise dari gang yang habis London-an di hari ulang tahun saya!! I shall say this dinner was awesome! many new (and good) friends! Yep! I need to stop complaining about sm...

i am in a stranger island. lost and completely lost. it is my 23rd birthday, and i am lost. i had fun too much and i am lost. sounds negative? it is not, in fact, i really had so much fun. i got a grip, i had fun, i am lost. i need to sleep, but i just don't want to. i was spending my 23rd first hours with these strangers i like. they are fantastic, respectful, kind and truthful. they are Andrea, Lewis, Marcelo, Silvia, Galina, Nikhita and Liz. however, i missed my old friends, drinking and talking haven't been this fun before. i missed my family and my boyfriend. i am turning 23 and i am lost. i love it, dear god.

aku mendengar panggilan terakhir dari pengeras suara bandara. langkahku semakin cepat berlari namun aku yakin akan percuma. penerbangan murahan tidak akan menungguku. "this is the final call for Ms Sherman, Ms Sherman to be on board for flight to Mississippi" lalu aku sadar langkahku tidak lagi bergerak kemanapun. aku diam menatap pesawatku lepas landas. hilang ke langit membawa mimpiku bersamanya. lalu aku diam, sendiri. rasanya sulit percaya kalau pertemuanku dengan Andrea akan berakhir begitu saja dalam hitungan jam. penerbangannya mengalami gangguan dan pesawatnya jatuh. belum ada indentifikasi Andrea ditemukan.aku dan keluarganya menunggu kabar di ruang tunggu maskapai. "I am very sorry to confirm this that we found Ms Sherman's luggages and wallets near the area..." kata-kata selanjutnya tidak lagi penting buatku. Andrea sudah pergi, namun aku seperti ingin melihat jasadnya, aku seperti ingin bertemu lagi dengannnya dan mengakui kecuranganku dalam ...

my first autumn far from home. i missed smelling petrichor. i missed sitting on my couch, drinking chocolate and doing nothing. but i love the wind here, i love how the street smells. i love how the people act and i love how this country loves me. there's no such time i wanna go home, all i wanted was bringing my loved ones here, to sip in the fresh air. i want to see them see what would it be to live in a far far country. i missed the sound of azan, and how i enjoy my nights with my god. here, everything is just so wonderful in another way. i love it, i love you, God.

cerita ini saya buat setengah sadar, setelah ngobrol dengan seseorang di pergaulan sosial di teknologi ciptaan Kanada. "excuse me, could i have a plate of salad please?" "sure, anything else?" "orange juice please" "be back at you in two sec" "thank you" lima belas menit kemudian teman saya datang ke meja saya dan memesan kepada pelayan yang sama "excuse me, i'd like to have a beef sandwich please" "oh, i'm sorry, we run out of sandwiches today" "well, coke will be fine, then" "no problem" sepuluh menit kemudian pelayan itu datang membawa pesanan kami. "this restaurant is fantastic" "no, it is not. they don't serve sandwich" "hey, they do, they're just running out of it" "no, it was just a tactical tempation" "what?" "they offer a very delicious menu to attract people, but don't really have it....

i skipped so many things today; the city tour, the fruity party and the cooking sessions with indonesian friends. i am so exhausted and i don't know why. i want to sleep and i want to dream of my mom. silly i know, maybe this is homesick or homerun, or whatever it is. my flatmates are laughing out loud in our kitchen and i am not even interested to join their beers. i am sleepy. i love UK, i love these people, i love the hype and i love everything about it. i lost my eating appetite and surely will curse the weight scale for reducing my body mass index. funny to know that i am not drunk but i am typing like a drunken person. i guess i'd just sign out my messengers, lock my door, turn on the heater, wear the jacket and pull up my duvet. oh i love UK.

wow, this is the first post from the UK. dedicated to those who have been waiting for my update (berasa artis) tyo, nandha, adimas, maybe eka or chairun. anyone. life's so good here. i cried sometimes knowing my dad didnt reply my sms just because he has no heart to tell me he missed me. i missed him too, i missed my dad. i missed my family, my bestfriends, my brothers. bismillah.

As sure as the floor 'neath my toes, And somehow not surprised That I was superimposed Somehow in this life And if my friends and my foes Would just drop me a line That'd be nice You see love is a drink That goes straight to my head And time is a lover And I'm caught in her stead And the sentiment there follows me Straight to my bed through the night I've got my life in a suitcase And ready to run run run away I've got no time 'cause I'm always trying to run run run away 'cause everyday it feels like it's only a game I've got my life in a suitcase, a suitcase, a suitcase What could be an anchor here With a storm on the rise When you're never meant to see so clear When smoke gets in your eyes And the man in the moon Never makes his replies understood? I've got my life in a suitcase And ready to run run run away I've got no time 'cause I'm always trying to run run run away 'cause everyday it ...