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Tentang Afi. Sekitar taun 2009 awal, gue tiga kali mimpiin Afi. Ketiganya adalah kami solat berjamaah sekeluarga Afi dan keluarga gue di rumah gue. Selesai solat, keluarga kami sejenis ada tausiyah. Disitu gue liat ibunya Afi duduk di sebelah gue, nunduk serius dengerin tausiyah dari Afi. Gue nggak pernah sempet cerita soal mimpi ini ke Afi; either gue terlanjur jadian sama Adimas, or terlanjur Afi jadian sama cewek lain. Not to mention bahwa gue pernah deket sama Afi, atau ibunya pernah ngobrol sesuatu yang bikin gue berasumsi lain, tapi kali ini Afi tervonis sakit jantung koroner, dan cuma Allah yang tau akan gimana jalan hidupnya. Kisah hidup afi belakangan ini lagi nengharukan, bikin kesel tapi gue rasa Afi lagi ambil the best step of recovery; mendekatkan diri sama penciptanya. Gue pernah bilang sama Afi kalo gue mau mas kawin gue nanti adalah suami yang hafal surat ar-rahman dan melafalkannya di akad nikah gue. Gue cuma mau bilang, sebelum gue lupa sama hal ini, "Puy,...

God, who the fuck is this man that you've sent me? He's amazing, so adorable that I almost believed you'd send me to hell after this fading nirvana. I almost failed to believe that you're real, that's why people say "reality bites". But hey, look at this! The only reality that bites is that one day I'm sure of letting the beauty go and survive with what's left. God, who the fuck is this man you've sent me? I'm powerless towards your mercy and I never made any point upon myself of what good deeds that I did in the past could grant me this bless. If this is another test, I gotta be honest God, this is terribly hard. I'm awaken in a very strange emotions that no dictionaries can describe, no fortune teller can guess, no language can translate, and no nerves can respond. This is strange, beautifully strange.

This post will probably be a joking material for psychology students and researchers. Hell yeah! It is another parenting post. About how a couple act as parents and affect their children's behaviour in treating them. Let me draw 3 main aspects to be analysed here; respect, interactiveness and ... Let's skip number three until i finish a few more paragraphs. 1. Respect I firstly wondered what if my parents bred me in a serious and strict way. They have been very fun, loving and in-educative to me and my siblings. They reflect their friendliness yet authoritarian style of parenting that made me (i can't have a say for my brothers) feel like they are my bossy friends. Yes, friends but bossy. Not to mention how grateful I am raised by them, but I think their background affects the way they treat kids; they were fighters and they would always do anything to make their living better. Considering as our economy aspect grew quite stable, my littlest brother, compared to me, c...

firstly, screw this keyboard on a huge laptop. I'm always use to with small laptop screen at home, and since I'm away-but-cannot-help-to write so I'm gonna struggle anyway. This post came after a serious but unimportant discussion with, you know, I don't feel like defining him right now, someone. There was an ad, catching my attention about why using the word "popular" in an ad whereas it's implying the product is mainstream and so commonly used by people. Assuming an individual does want anything to be as personalised and distinctive as possible, this term "popular" never makes sense. Anyway, it came to our conclusion that; some products are meant to be targeted for many people, hence it must be presented as a good quality product so people would convinced that this particular product worth the price and the popularity. Another thing is, some other products are made to be as special as possible, such as fashion and other luxurious products, so...

GOOD LORD IT'S NOVEMBER! This month is gonna me a massive mobile me. I'm travelling to many places for work, social and friendship. Let's just begin a business trip to site office out of town. I'd be dead if I don't have a great great company to fill me in here. Dude, the workload was so confusing and I wish I could really pick up on someone just to throw all the shit in my head. I love being busy. And then a visit to a capital city of Eastern part of the island. This one, a bestfriend of mine kind of want me around, catching up stories, which most likely gonna be spent by her listening to all my life-bullshit and self confusion of which way to take and which turn to make. She's adorable, I call her my best friend. Next week, I'm hitting my head on a short holiday to a neighbour country. A friend's wedding and a quick escape with brother. We're gonna have so much fun, I can tell. We need this holiday anyway. At the end of the month, guess i...