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But so many memories have made.

There is no way a relationship that lasts more than 2 years will always have a honeymoon phase. It doesn't stay warm, sparkling and enthusiastic as it was when it began. Never. Relationship is like a DNA, everyone has different one, and there is no identical relationship. Relationship is like a rollercoaster, there will be ups, downs, fights, make ups, arguments, agreements, and adjustments, and anything else that might ruin you or empower you. It all really depends on how you maintain your personal and your partner's emotional balance. It takes maturity, willingness and sacrifices to make a long-lasting relationship an enjoyable ride. It takes more than just time to make sure you have the best relationship experience. The best ones aren't the ones without fight scene, without jealousy. Sometimes the best ones are the ones that have billions problems, discrepancies, differences, and maybe a bit lies, secrets and surprises. You are also aware that things and people are...

“Sorry, boleh gabung nggak?” suaranya mengejutkanku dan hampir membuatku menumpahkan kopiku. “Oh boleh” akhirnya aku tersenyum terpaksa. Meliriknya lewat sudut mataku bagaimana ia mengambil posisi duduk lalu memantikkan rokoknya.

Kemarin perjalanan mudik dan balik dari Jakarta ke Pati ke Jakarta lagi banyak ngobrol sama Gusmin sang supir yang ternyata masih sanak saudaraku. Aku sadar banyak temuan baru dalam diri manusia, dimana salah satunya ya Rasa dan Perasaan. Salah satu bahan obrolan kami adalah anak, yaiyalah yah sebagai parents jaman now, gak jauh dari anak. Kebetulan anaknya Gusmin dan Sky cuma beda 2 tahun, Bilqis 5 tahun, Sky 3 tahun. Adiknya juga deketan, anak kedua Gusmin cowok, namanya Al umurnya 11 bulan, dan Karim 12 bulan. Mirip kan? So anyway we began with how much the sisters hurt their little brothers. Ternyata sama aja. Walau kayaknya kirain Bilqis lebih dewasa bisa baik dan sayang adik, ternyata 11-12 sama Sky. Jealousy, envy and competitiveness. Lalu beralih ke obrolan belanja dapur anak, susu, popok, makanan. We agree that it's so hard to manage the grocery expenses, dan dari sudut pandang istri dan suami, aku jadi paham how big a father's responsibility and sacrifice is. Same t...

Tapi aku belum pernah se-lega ini nggak nerima apapun di bulan Ramadhan menjelang Idul Fitri. Tahun sebelumnya, let's say sejak 2013, I have always RECEIVED A LOT, literally. THR, bingkisan, makanan, parsel, you name it. It was massive. Tahun ini, blank. Cuma 1 parsel, itupun sifatnya rutinitas. 1 toples kue, itupun sifatnya 'sekalian thank you' dari seseorang yang pernah aku tolong. But then I feel so grateful this year, more grateful than the previous years. I HAVE HAD ENOUGH. Sebagai orang yang percaya bahwa 'memberi itu lebih baik daripada menerima' tentunya aku seneng banget, berarti Allah sudah tidak menganggap aku di level 'penerima' lagi, melainkan aku selalu di posisi 'pemberi'. Ma sha Allah. seneng banget. Ngitungin berkat tahun ini sejak lahiran Karim tahun lalu... Ya Allah kok nggak ada habisnya ya? Anak-anak sehat, keluarga sehat, Sky bisa sekolah, Karim imunisasi full, berhenti kerja full time tapi duit tetep lancar. Ma sha Allah, ...

It's been a while I haven't written any poem, probably because I lost my sense of art. Believe me, when reality hits very hard, you lost most of your beautiful creative self. Or at least, that's what has caused me not writing anything since last month. Celebrating Summer, here is the poem written by Yusuf. SUMMER My name means people getting having lots of fun on the golden, yellow beaches. My name stands for the longest holiday of fun,  where anyone can do anything. My name is white clouds being as fluffy as scrumptious  tasty candy floss. My name will mean the taste of delicious, cold ice cream. My name stands for hard-working bees making yummy honey. My name means the bright, yellow sun keeping humans warm. My name is known for wonderful, wet, water fights. My name means the sky aquamarine sky as blue as the ocean. My name reminds people about how spectacular it is outside. My name stands for vibrant, colourful flowers, everywhere like leaves in...

Eh, maksudnya di Jakarta. Tapi Dylan ini dari Zimbabwe. We talked over Instagram DM the other day and we talked deep about something shallow; my blog. I didn't know this blog had an impact for some people that I think wouldn't care. But Dylan made me realised that actually it's important to update this. Not only because he's still unsure if he has to make his own, or just stay with his Instagram (in collab with Tamana) account to pour down their thoughts, BUT ALSO I need to update my blog, seriously! So I asked if he wants to be featured on my blog, he said yes. I was thrilled to receive his piece, because personally I think his thoughts and writings are great. They say literal things in the most metaphorical way. I mean look at this writing!!!! (PS: I edited the grammatical sense just to make it.. you know, grammatically okay) Without a voice There are certain things in life that make me who I am. The way I cross my legs when I sit. The way I walk like an Engli...

After giving birth, believe me, there is no more physical pain that can hurt me. Skylar . Jam 1 dini hari tanggal 17 Mei 2018 ada tendangan kenceng banget di perut setelah Eqi peluk perut yang berisi anaknya. Karena berasa aneh, aku cek dan ternyata ada flek merah. Okay, mencoba tidak panik karena sakitnya juga belum parah, aku dan Eqi ngambil prepared bag kami dan ngajak mama untuk ke RS. Sampe RS jam 2 pagi, pas cek pembukaan baru pembukaan 2. Meaning masih lama nih, apalagi kelahiran pertama, pasti masih lama. Mulesnya berangsur makin kuat tapi pembukaan mentok di 4 sampe sore hari. Berbagai upaya dilakukan dari jalan kaki, jongkok, berbaring untuk memancing bukaan, tetep belum ada perkembangan. Sore hari menjelang malam, Obgyn kesayangan kita semua, Dr Soedibjo Toeloes, merekomendasikan tindakan cesar karena mulesnya sudah parah tapi belum ada pembukaan. Perdebatan dimulai antar bumil dan mamanya. Bumil mulai pertimbangan cesar, tapi mama insist normal aja, toh belum pecah ket...

Hi! My name is Ryan. I'm 13 and currently going to a secondary school near my house. My mom is a widow, my dad passed away when I was 12, so yeah, around a year ago, due to heart attack. I have to younger brothers, 10 and 2. They are okay I guess. My favourite subject is Religious Study and Mathematics. My best friend's name in class is Albert. Albert likes chocolate a lot, he is fat but very kind and always smiles. I want to tell you a story about the girl that I like in school. She is a year older than me, her name is Starlet. One day. she will be my wife. She has long curly hair that's always tied up and makes a very nice high bun. She loves sport, because she always plays basketball with her classmates during class-break. I like her, she's very attractive and sporty, and she's good in basketball too! One day, we met in the canteen, she brought her lunch box and I brought mine too. Because we were standing in front of each other very close, I got nervous a...

Writing this while waiting for my Obgyn to call my turn. I hate it that they call the line based on phone appointment, not based on d-day re-registration. I got number 7 while I got here at the clinic first. I hate it. It's not efficient and so time wasting, why isn't Indonesian people upgrading their system to make everyone use the best of their energy, time and money. WHY?! Now it's just number 3, and I've been waiting since 2 hours ago... shameful. Instead, I'm watching YouTube video about my ObGyn lol. Be right back!