Monday, May 30, 2011
Evelyn Lozada: Why Is Basketball Wives Star on Show with Football Boyfriend?
David Fincher's 'Girl With The Dragon Tattoo' Trailer Hits The Web (Video)
What's On Tonight: 'Glee,' 'Christmas in Rockefeller Center,' 'The Victoria Secret Fashion Show,' 'Strange Days With Bob Saget'
Sean Kingston Hospitalized After Jet Ski Accident
Indy 500 win doesn't guarantee a ride for Wheldon
INDIANAPOLIS — Dan Wheldon is a two-time Indianapolis 500 winner. He's also – at least for the moment – out of a job. "I'm sure I'll be changing diapers by tomorrow," Wheldon said with a laugh after his stunning last-lap pass of rookie JR Hildebrand sent him to Victory Lane at the Brickyard. Wheldon was smiling when he said it, but he wasn't kidding.
source : www.huffingtonpost.com
Sunday, May 29, 2011
164. BALZAC and the LITTLE CHINESE SEAMSTRESS
Translated from the French by Ina Rilke 2001
The magic of story-telling comes alive within this enchanting fable about the narrator and Luo, two teenage boys sent to remote Phoenix mountain for re-education during Mao Zedong's reign in China, 1971. What would have been a very hard and drudging life drastically changes after they discover and take possession of a suitcase full of translated classic books. They become particularly enraptured with Balzac's book, Ursule Mirouet, which they use to win the heart of a beautiful Chinese seamstress.
'The village headman, a man of about fifty, sat cross-legged in the centre of the room, close to the coals burning in a hearth that was hollowed out of the floor; he was inspecting my violin. Among the possessions brought to this mountain village by the two "city youths" -- which was how they saw Luo and me -- it was the sole item that exuded an air of foreignness, of civilisation, and therefore aroused suspicion.'(opening lines)
'A few words about re-education: towards the end of 1968, the Great Helmsman of China's Revolution, Chairman Mao, launched a campaign that would leave the country profoundly altered. The universities were closed and all the "young intellectuals," meaning boys and girls who had graduated from high school, were sent to the countryside to be "re-educated by the poor peasants."'(6)
"The saying goes: a sincere heart can make even a stone blossom. So tell me, was the flower girl's heart lacking in sincerity?"(35)
'Ba-er-zar-ke." Translated into Chinese, the name of the French author comprised four ideograms. The magic of translation! The ponderousness of the two syllables as well as the belligerent, somewhat old-fashioned ring of the name were quite gone, now that the four characters -- very elegant, each composed of just a few strokes -- banded together to create an unusual beauty, redolent with an exotic fragrance as sensual as the perfume wreathing a wine stored for centuries in a cellar.'(56)
'Then I was seized with an idea: I would copy out my favourite passages from Ursule Mirouet, word for word. It was the first time in my life that I had felt any desire to copy sentences from a book.'(58)
'The old man ran his fingers lightly over the strings of his instrument, which he held like a guitar. After a few notes he launched, almost inaudibly, into song. Our attention was immediately drawn to the contortions of his stomach, the sight of which was so extraordinary as to obliterate his voice, the tune and everything else from our consciousness. Being so thin, he didn't actually have a stomach at all, just wrinkled skin forming innumerable tiny folds on his abdomen. When he began to sing the wrinkles billowed out, forming little waves that rippled across his tanned and gleaming body. The band of plaited straw that served as his belt began to undulate too. Every now and then it disappeared into a roll of skin, but just as it seemed lost forever in the tidal flow it re-emerged, dignified and pristine. A magical waistband.'(73)
'When planning our strategy a few days earlier we had come to the conclusion that the success of our illegal entry hinged on one thing: knowing were Four-Eyes had hidden his suitcase. How would we find it? '(98)
'It was all such a long time ago, but one particular image from our sting of re-education is still etched in my memory with extraordinary precision: a red-beaked raven keeping watch as Luo crawled along a narrow track with a yawning chasm on either side. On his back he carried the inconspicuous, work-soiled bamboo hod in which he had secreted Old Go, as Balzac's Pere Goriot was titled in Chinese -- the book he was going to read to the Little Seamstress, the lovely mountain girl in need of culture.'(109)
'Suddenly, I felt the stirrings of an uncontrollably sadistic impulse, like a volcano about to erupt. I thought about all the miseries of re-education, and slowed down the pace of the treadle.'(134)
'That the ultimate pay-off of this metamorphosis, this feat of Balzacian re-education, was yet to come didn't occur to us. Were we wrapped up in ourselves to notice the warning signals? Did we overestimate the power of love? Or, quite simply, had we ourselves failed to grasp the essence of the novels we have read to her?'(180)
First Anchor Books Edition, November 2002
184 pages
Book owned
Book qualifies for: 100+ Reading Challenge
Friday, May 27, 2011
Tom Jones On American Idol, Mick Jagger On Grammys - Ageless Rockers
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
163. the IMPERFECTIONISTS
It is 2007 and in Rome, Italy, a small English newspaper company is in trouble and struggling to remain afloat. As such, although written with wit and humor, there is an overlying sense of melancholy as one reads through each chapter dedicated to the story of each employee (American expats), it's current publisher and one extraordinary reader. The writing is remarkable and the format so perfect for the plot. What is brilliant about the format, is the way the author smartly inserts the different characters within the different stand-alone short stories, the technique so subtle and yet so startling. And as a flashback, at the end of each chapter, the history of the company, from its inception in 1953, slowly unfolds. Three absorbing stories are my favorites: Arthur Gopal, the Obituary writer, Ornella de Monterecchi, the Reader and Abbey Pinnola, the Chief Financial Officer.
'Lloyd shoves off the bedcovers and hurries to the front door in white underwear and black socks. He steadies himself on the knob and shuts his eyes. Chill air rushes under the door; he curls his toes. But the hallway is silent.'(opening lines)
'Travel means effort and a night away from home. Bleak. And nothing is worse than obit interviews. He must never disclose to his subjects that he's researching because they tend to become distressed. So, he claims to be working on a "profile." He draws out the moribund interview, confirms the facts he needs, then sits there, pretending to jot notes, stewing in guilt, remarking, "Extraordinary!" and "Did you really?" All the while, he knows how little will make it into print -- decades of a person's life condensed into a few paragraphs, with a final resting place at the bottom of page nine, between Puzzle-Wuzzle and World Weather.'(31)
"What I really fear is time. That's the devil: whipping us on when we'd rather loll, so the present sprints by, impossible to grasp, and all is suddenly past. My past -- it doesn't feel real in the slightest. The person who inhabited it is not me. It's as if the present me is constantly dissolving. There's the line of Heraclitus: 'No man steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and he is not the same man.' That's quite right. We enjoy this illusion of continuity, and we call it memory. Which explains, perhaps, why our worst fear isn't the end of life but the end of memories."(37)
'Here is a fact: nothing in all civilization has been as productive as ludicrous ambition. Whatever its ills, nothing has created more. Cathedrals, sonatas, encyclopedias: love of God was not behind them, nor love of life. But the love of man to be worshipped by man.'(38)
"My feeling is that, at heart, every story is a business story."(63)
'Journalism is a bunch of dorks pretending to be alpha males.'(153)
'But we've got to acknowledge that we're entertainers of a sort. That doesn't mean phony. Doesn't mean vulgar. It means readable in the best way -- so people wake up wanting us before their coffee. If we're so reverent about public service that nobody reads us, we're not doing the public any service at all.'(179)
'How will she explain her contentment of living like a housewife?'(186)
'At newspapers, what was of the utmost importance yesterday is immaterial today.'(193)
'I suspect revenge is one of those things that's better in principle than in practice. I mean, there's no real satisfaction in making someone suffer because you have.... I mean, is the point to get justice -- to balance out something unfair? Nothing does that. ... The way to get over stuff, I think, is by forgetting.'(195)
'Typewriters disappeared next, replaced by video display terminals. Overnight, the newsroom's distinctive clack-clack-bing went silent. The rumbling basement presses hushed, too, with the work outsourced to modernized printing sites around the globe. No longer did vast rolls of newsprint slam into the backside of the building in the late afternoon, jolting any dozing reporter awake. No longer did delivery trucks clog Corso Vittorio at dawn as workmen loaded the papers, copies still warm.'(201)
'She has read every copy of the paper since 1976, when her husband, Cosimo de Monterecchi, was posted to Jeddah... She had never learned the technique of newspaper reading, so took it in order like a book, down the columns, left to right, page after page. She read every article and refused to move on until she was done, which meant that each edition took several days to complete.... One year into her newspaper reading, she was six months behind. When they returned to Rome in the 1990's, she remained stranded in the late 1970s. When it was the 1990s outside, she was just getting to know President Reagan. When planes struck the Twin Towers, she was watching the Soviet Union collapse. Today, it is February 18, 2007, outside this apartment. Within, the date remains April 23, 1994.'(207)
'Once at the boarding gate, Abbey falls into her customary travel coma, a torpor that infuses her brain like pickling fluid during long trips. In this state, she nibbles any snack in reach, grows mesmerised by strangers' footwear, turns philosophical, ends up weepy. She gazes at the backs of seats around the departure lounge: young couples nestling, old husbands reading books about old wars, lovers sharing headphones, whispered words about duty-free and delays.'(225)
2011 Dial Press Trade Paperback Edition
272 pages
Book owned
Book qualifies for: 100+ Reading Challenge
Monday, May 23, 2011
The Bachelorette : Ashley Hebert Suitors, Scandals and Final Four Revealed ...
Young Love! Justin Bieber & Selena Gomez Kiss On Live TV
From winners and losers to surprise cameos and awesome performances, there were plenty of things to talk about after last night's Billboard Music Awards, and yet the moment that seems to have caused the biggest stir is the kiss between Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez. Justin kissed GF Selena right after his win for Best New Artist, and while the kiss lasted approximately three seconds (we're being generous here), it was enough to set the entire internet abuzz.
In addition to their televised smooch, Gomez, 18, was photographed with her hand sweetly draped on Bieber's knee at one point.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Bryan Stow's Attacker In Custody, Says LAPD Chief
Iceland Volcano Eruption 2011: Images From Grimsvotn
The ash from Grimsvotn – about 120 miles (200 kilometers) east of the capital, Reykjavik – turned the sky black Sunday and rained down on nearby buildings, cars and fields. Civil protection workers helped farmers get their animals into shelters and urged residents to wear masks and stay indoors. No ash fell on the capital.
this is the image of iceland volcano eruption 2011
source : huffingtonpost.com
162. a RED HERRING without MUSTARD
Eleven-year-old Flavia is off to solve another murder mystery once again. After she accidentally burns down the tent of the Gypsy fortune-teller Fenella, a series of events follow, that includes finding a dead body hanging from the trench of a sculpture of Poseidon. With nothing but her bicycle Gladys in tow, Flavia sleuths around her interesting neighborhood of Bishop's Lacey, asks endless questions, and once again cracks the investigation with absolute charm. In this third book of the Flavia de Luce Mystery series, the author gives a poignant glimpse of Flavia's mother Hariet, who died soon after she was born.
'"You frighten me," the Gypsy said. "Never have I seen my crystal ball so filled with darkness.'(opening lines)
'I had already learned that sisterhood, like Loch Ness, has things that lurk unseen beneath the surface, but I think it was only now that I realized that of all the the invisible strings that tied the three of us together, the dark ones were the strongest.'(41)
'Once, when we were lying on the south lawn looking up into the blue vault of a perfect summer sky, I had suggested to Feely that Father's quest for imperfections was not limited to stamps, but was sometimes expanded to include his daughters.'(45)
'I'd learned quite early in life that the mind loves nothing better than to spook itself with outlandish stories, as if the various coils of the brain were no more than a troop of roly-poly Girl Guides huddled over a campfire in the darkness of the skull.'(69)
'Alone at last! Whenever I'm with other people, part of me shrinks a little. Only when I am alone can I fully enjoy my own company.'(102)
'I have no fear of the dead. Indeed, in my own limited experience I have found them to produce in me a feeling that is quite the opposite of fear. A dead body is much more fascinating than a live one, and I have learned that more corpses tell better stories.'(114)
'Love's not some bug river that flows on and on forever, and if you believe it is, you're a bloody fool. It can be clammed up until nothing's left but a trickle..."(155)
'I had long ago discovered that when a word or formula refused to come to mind, the best thing for it was to think of something else: tigers, for instance, or oatmeal. Then, when the fugitive word was least expecting it, I would suddenly turn the full blaze of my attention back onto it, catching the culprit in the beam of my mental torch before it could sneak off again into the darkness.... "Thought-stalking," I called the technique, and I was proud of myself for having invented it.'(180)
'Spring water, I knew, was a remarkable chemical soup: calcium, magnesium, potassium, iron, and assorted salts and sulphates. I grabbed the battered old iron tin cup that hung from a chain, scooped it full of the burbling water, and drank until I thought I could feel my bones strengthening.'(250)
'Our September breakfast menu had been in force for almost two weeks now, and the base of my tongue shrank back a little as Mrs. Mullet brought to the table what I thought of as our daily ration of T.O.A.D.
Toast
Oatmeal
Apple Juice
Dates
The dates stewed and served with cold clotted cream, were another of Mrs. Mullet's culinary atrocities. They looked and tasted like something that had been stolen from a coffin in a midnight churchyard.'(263)
'I think there must be a kind of courage that comes from not being able to make up your mind.'(273)
a Delacorte Press Hardcover Edition
399 pages
Book borrowed from the library
Book qualifies for:100+ Reading Challenge
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Harold Camping: The Man Behind 'Judgement Day,' May 21, 2011
U.S. Warns Of Zombie Apocalypse
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Hang on – World Ending May 21st – so say the Religious
Jennifer Lawrence As Katniss Everdeen at The Hunger Games
May 21st Doomsday?
Twitter Comprehends May 21st Doomsday
Today a new prediction was announced by leader of the independent Christian Ministry Family Radio Worldwide, Harold Camping, who predicts the world will in fact end this year on May 21st. again there is no evidence to suggest this but just look for yourself the amount of buzz it has caused on Twitter by clicking the link.
What do you think of these predictions? When do you think the world will end?
source : http://www.product-reviews.net
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
161. SO MUCH for THAT
In this very timely novel that boldly questions the current state of our American Health Care (business) Industry, Shep, the main character forgoes his dream of retiring to a remote Island of Pemba in Africa after his wife Glynis reveals that she has Mesothelioma, a fatal cancer. As they go through the motions of experimental treatments, their life-savings and personal relationships start to dwindle away. Will the illness break or save their marriage? Supported by equally unforgettable strong characters such as Shep's best friend Jackson with his incessant rants, and Jackson's daughter Flicka with her brave candor, the story is riveting and will probably unleash your own personal angst on the issues of health care (among other things), as it did mine. Is it any wonder that I read this book in one sitting?
'Shepherd Armstrong Knacker
Meryll Lynch Account Number 934-23F917
December 01, 2004 - December 31, 2004
Net Portfolio Value: $731,778.56
What do you pack for the rest of your life?'(opening lines)
'Water had a devious willfulness of its own, a sneaky, seeping insistence, an instinct for finding the single seam or joint you've left unsealed. Sooner or later, water will get in it if he wants to, or -- more vitally, in Shep's case -- it will get out.'(6)
'Shep believed fervently that money -- the web of your fiscal relationships to individuals and to the world at large -- was character; that the surest test of any man's mettle was how he wielded his wallet.'(8)
'It was disconcerting to be systematically punished for what might have engendered a modicum of gratitude. He did not require the gratitude, but he could have skipped the resentment, an emotion distinctive for being disagreeable on both its generating and receiving ends. Glynis resented her dependency: she found it humiliating. She resented not being a celebrated metalsmith, and she resented the fact that her status as professional nonentity appeared to everyone, including Glynis, to be all her fault. She resented her two children for diverting her energies when whey they were young; once they were no longer young, she resented them for failing to divert her energies. She resented that her husband and now her thoughtlessly undemanding children had thieved her most cherished keepsakes: her excuses. A resentment produces the psychic equivalent of acid reflux, she resented the resentment itself. Never having had much of substance to complain about was yet one more reason to feel aggrieve.'(15)
'But even when doctors acted kind, the extent of their capacity to be kind was often out of their hands. However gently put, many a message that physicians were forced to deliver was cruel, and if it did not feel cruel it was a lie and then was even cruder. Personally Shep didn't understand why anyone would want to be one.'(47)
"Here's how it works," Jackson explained benevolently, "We're going on a trip, and it's your car, so I've agreed to pay for gas. We stop at a station, you fill up the tank, tell me the gas was fifty bucks, hold out your hand. With an expression on my face like I'm doing you a big favor, I hand you a twenty. You say, what's this? I say, but that's what a tank of gas should cost -- since that's what it cost when I was twelve. Basically, the insurers live in a fantasy world, and we Mugs are stuck in the real one.'(64)
'You never know what kind of a life someone might still value even if you don't think you'd put up with it yourself. In fact, you might be wrong. You might put up with it. You never know what you'll put up with if the alternative is nothing.'(107)
'Shep kept a hand on her cheek, holding her gaze, careful to keep his own eyes from darting even briefly to the anesthetist as she filled the syringe. And then he told his wife that he loved her. The effect of the injection was almost immediate, and these would be the last words she heard.
He had infused the ritual with as much feeling as three words could bear. Yet he wished that by convention their invocation was rare. Between spouses, the declaration was too often tossed off in hasty, distracted partings, or parlayed lightly to round up banter on the phone. He might have preferred a custom that restricted such a radical avowal to perhaps thrice in a lifetime. Rationing would protect the claim from cheapening and keep it holy. For were he to have been doled out three I-love-yous like wishes, he would have spent one of them this morning.'(126)
"We pay good money so these kids learn something. Instead they're so coddled that Heather doesn't even get proper grades. What do we get on her report card? 'Does consistently,' 'does usually,' or 'does with assistance.' There's no 'doesn't do,' 'won't do,' or 'does, but it's crap.' And you saw that newsletter: they won't let her teachers use red pen anymore. Red's too 'confrontational' and 'threatening,' so now her tests are marked in a 'soothing' green. They've chucked the bell between classes to make the environment more 'welcoming.' They keep this up, Heather'll grow up and get a job, and the first time her boss says, 'You're late,' or has a tiny bit of a problem paying her to do work she didn't do because she didn't feel like it? She'll jump off the bridge."(171)
"What would I like to get away from? Complexity. Anxiety. A feeling I've had my whole life that at any given time there's something I'm forgetting, some detail or chore, something that I'm supposed to be doing or should have already done. That nagging sensation -- I get up with it, I go through the day with it, I go to sleep with it."(205)
"You can't take pleasure in your leisure, because it's been forced on you," he said. "And because you feel like shit. So it's the time we have while feeling well that's precious. I'm just not squandering my 'life' on botched Sheetrock jobs in Queens. I'm squandering my healthy life. You of all people should appreciate how raw the deal is. We slave away during the few years that we're capable of enjoyment. Then what's left are the years we're old and sick. We get sick on our own time. We only get leisure when it weighs on us. When it's useless to us. When it's no longer an opportunity but a burden."(205-206)
'Remembering was a more active experience than she had ... remembered. You could reconstruct the past only with the building blocks of the present. To remember joy, you required joy at hand.'(308)
'"You know them movies... He was groping. "Remember how sometimes, in the middle, a movie seems to drag? I get restless, and take a leak, or go for popcorn. But sometimes, the last part, it heats up, and then right before the credits one of us starts to cry -- well, then you forget about the crummy middle, don't you? You don't care about the fact that it started slow, or had some plot twist while along the way that didn't scan. Because it moved you, because it finally pulled together, you think, when you walk out, that it was a good movie, and you're glad you went. See Gnu?" he promised. "We can still end well."'(404)
First Harper Perennial Edition published 2011
433 pages
Book owned and won from Man of la Book Blog's giveaway. His awesome review is HERE.
Book qualifies for: 100 + Reading Challenge
Sunday, May 15, 2011
160. SILAS MARNER
After Silas Marner is betrayed by a friend and later loses his fiance, he moves to Raveloe and leads the life of a lonely weaver, seemingly content to enjoy the gold he has accumulated from his craft. But when this treasure gets stolen from its hiding place by his hearth, and days later, he finds a golden-haired child in its place, his life begins to change. With the help of Dolly, a friendly neighbor, he raises the child as his own, while continuing to wonder about the identity of the child's parents and the person who stole his gold. Set in 19th century England, this is another classic that gives as a timeless story of the redemptive powers of love.
'In the days when the spinning-wheels hummed busily in the farmhouses -- and even great ladies, clothes in silk and threadlace, had their toy spinning-wheels of polished oak -- there might be seen, in districts far away among the lanes, or deep in the bosom on the hills, certain pallid undersized men, who, by the side of the brawny country-folk, looked like the remnants of a disinherited race.'(opening lines)
'He seemed to weave, like the spider, from pure impulse, without reflection. Every man's work, pursued steadily, tends in this way to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the loveless chasms of his life. Silas's hand satisfied itself with throwing the shuttle, and his eye with seeing the little squares in the cloth complete themselves under his effort.'(14)
'The sense of security more frequently springs from habit than from conviction, and for this reason it often subsists after such a change in the conditions as might have been expected to suggest alarm. The lapse of time during which a given event has not happened, is, in this logic of habit, constantly alleged as a reason why the event should never happen, even when the lapse of time is precisely the added condition which makes the event imminent.'(38)
'I suppose one reason why we are seldom able to comfort our neighbors with our words is, that our goodwill gets adulterated, in spite of ourselves, before it can pass our lips. We can send black puddings and pettitoes without giving them a flavour of our own egoism; but language is a stream that is almost sure to smack of a mingled soil. There was a fair proportion of kindness in Raveloe, but it was often of a beery and bungling sort, and took the shape least allied to the complimentary and hypocritical.'(77)
"Would you never forgive me, then, Nancy -- never think well of me, let what would happen -- would you never think that the present made amends for the past? Not if I turned a good fellow, and gave up everything you didn't like?"(106)
'It is seldom that the miserable can help regarding their misery as a wrong inflicted by those who are less miserable.'(108)
'He turned immediately towards the hearth where Silas Marner sat lulling the child. She was perfectly quiet now, but that wide-gazing calm which makes us older human beings, with our inward turmoil, feel a certain awe in the presence of a little child, such as we feel before some quiet majesty of beauty in the earth or sky -- before a steady glowing planet, or a full-flowered eglantine, or the bending trees over a silent pathway.'(119)
'The prevarication and white lies which a mind that keeps itself ambitiously pure is as uneasy under as a great artist under the false touches that no one eye detects but his own, are worn as lightly as mere trimmings when once the actions have become a lie.'(120)
"Ah," said Dolly, with soothing gravity, "it's like the night and the morning, and the sleeping and the waking, and the rain and the harvest -- one goes and the other comes, and we know nothing how or where. We may strive and scrat and fend, but it's little we can do arter all -- the big things come and go wi' no striving o' our'n -- they do, that they do;..."(123)
Book quotes from the edition on the left (and not title post)
with u
With you
**PERTAMA KENAL**
Kita kenal lewat chatting di jejaring sosial (facebook) kita dekat di chatting, banyak cerita kita di chatting, trus kita tukeran nomer hape. berhubungan sama kamu aku sama sekali enggak ada rasa apa-apa hanya rasa nyaman aja berteman sama dia, Dia mungkin orang yang aku cari selama ini *PREETT*
perhatiannya,kata-katanya yg sopan membuat aku semakin nyaman dekat dengannya.
kita smsan cuma bentar, abis itu gak ada contact lagi, mungkin dia lagi sibuk kali yah, trus lupa deh sama aku, :D
**MELANJUTKAN PENDEKATAN**
dia datang lagi dengan sms *send all*, sempet lupa siapa yang sms soalnya nomor dia udah gak ke save lagi dihp aku,yah dia jelasin siapa dia, sempet kecewa juga sih dia karna aku gak ngenalin nomor dia, akhirnya lanjut smsan,bicara banyak disitu,trus eng.ing.eng dia ngajakin ketemuan, aku cuma bisa jawa "yah kapan-kapan deh" haha*
kita deket lagi saat itu,tiap hari dia ungkapin sayang trus ke aku, haha* (singkat cerita)
ternyata dia udah punya pacar,dan pacarnya itu juga lagi sakit,akunya yang enggak mau jadi penghancur coba ngundurin diri aja deh, aku suruh aja dia pertahanin hubungan dia aja,daripada nanti ujung-ujungnya aku yang sakit hati, aku suruh dia jaga pacarnya itu, aku tahu kok gak mungkin dia ninggalin pacarnya itu demi aku,tapi makin sering aku billang git kedia dia makin janji bakal mutusin pacarnya itu demi aku, aku juga gak bisa bilang apa-apa, akunya suka sama dia, aku anggap aja kabar baik, walau aku harus bahagia diatas penderitaan orang lain,
enggak sampai satu minggu dia putus sama pacaranya itu demi aku,trus dianya langsung aja deh deketin aku, tapi akunya juga gak mau buru-buru, masih perlu bukti dari kesungguhannya
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**NGERASA ENGGAK MAU KEHILANGAN**
awalnya sih biasa aja sama dia, tapi makin lama makin beda banget akunya ke dia, yang buat aku ngerasain hal yang beda sama dia tuh waktu terjadi konflik diantara kami berdua disitu dia bilang gini "yaudahlah yah ndha selama ini kayanya cuma enn yang butuh, ndhanya tuh enggak, jadi percuma kalau diterusin"
aku berfikir "kok jadi gini, bodoh akhhh situ" niat mau lempar hape kebantal yang ada didepan aku malah meleset ke lantai haaaduhh jadi rusak hapenya, jadi bingung deh aku, kacau balau banget perasaanku waktu itu, pengen balas sms dia tapi hp aku error gitu gimana jadinya yah, huhu
akhirnya aku keliling isi rumah unyuk nyari hape yg nganggur, ketemu deh hape si abang, walau agak butut tapi disaat genting kaya gini nih hape berguna juga, haha
aku disitu minta maaf,aku nyesel banget sumpah!! disitulah kayanya udah ngerasa butuh banget dan gak pengen ditinggal sama dia.
**PERTEMUAN PERTAMA**
moment yang sangat ku tunggu-tunggu akhirnya tiba juga, moment dimana aku bisa ketemu dengan orang yang aku sayangin lewat dunia maya.
namun semuanya enggak seperti apa yang aku rencanain, dia enggak ONE TIME dia telat dia nyasar ntah kemana, padahal aku palin benci banget ama yg namanya nunggu, hampir 1/2 jam aku nungguin dia didepan pintu masuk mall, akhirnya seorang mengenakan seragam sekolah turun dari angkot dan menghampiriku,
selama ketemun nih anak diem aja, nih anak oon beneran apa sok oon. haha
sempet sebel juga sih tapi mau gimana lagi, dianya begitu.
sehabis makan kita berdua nonton , saat itu kita berdua nonton film "love story" yang dibintangi acha-irwansyah nih film so sweet banget deh, selama kita nonton dia genggam tangan aku terus,perasaan jadi campur aduk,anatra deg.degkan,seneng,takut,bahagia, gak tau dah gimana :D
disitu dia mencium bibirku, ciuman pertma aku rasain sama dia, hari itu hari terbahagia yang pernah aku rasain, gak terasa semua berlalu gitu aja, tapi akan selalu aku kenang. hehe
selesai nonton aku dan dia lanjut OTW ke warnet, melanjutkan ciuman darinya, trus nganterin dia beli pisang goreng buat kakaknya, beli kartu perdana dengan akhir nomor yang sama, abis itu aku antar dia pulang, sebenarnya dia minta gak usah sampai rumah, tapi aku antar dia sampai rumah gak tega liat dia naik angkot, haha
aku udah tahu nih pasti aku pulang bakal kemaleman, tahu deh kota medan tuh macetnya kaya gimana, pulang pulang aku dimarahi sama mama, tapi enggak apa-apa deh demi hari ini.
**PERTEMUAN KEDUA**
Ketemu untuk kedua kalinya tak merubah wajahnya, dia tetap jelek seperti pertama berjumpa, haha
ketemu kali ini kita ketemu pagi-pagi banget jadi aku harus bolos deh dari sekolah,
kira-kira jam 8 gitu aku ditraktir bakso sama dia. hassseeekkk :D tapi yang sedihnya enggak ada acara suap-suapan hari itu,huhu :-(
selesai sarapan kita berdua bingung mau kemana mash pagi banget, dia memutuskan untuk kewarnet aja,
hmmm* biasa deh punya pacar genit baru nyampe langsung nyosor aja meluk dan nyium aku, haha tapi aku suka lohh :-P
hari itu kita berdua niat nonton jadi setelah jam 12 kita bergegas menuju ke bioskop, hari itu emnag udah ada rencana mau nonton film "arwah goyang karawang" haha, pas nonton film itu aku lihat dia ketawa , dia senyum, duhhh makin cenat cenut deh , haha
ohh iya ada kenangan lucu nih pas kita sebelum nonton, sebelum film main kita berdua mau jalan-jalan keluar dulu nyari gelang, udah tahu panas kita berdua malah jalan kaki, jauh banget kita jalan nih, akunya kecapekan dia juga kayanya, aku lihat dia sampai keringetan begitu, gak tega liat dia keringetan mau aku usapin tuh keringet tapi malu depan orang banyak, akhirnya aku tawarin minum es aja, tpi dia juga gak mau, trus yiba-tiba dia ngomong gini "kaya orang bodoh-bodoh kita deh pi" ihhh dasar!! udah dia yang ngajakin. huhu(PART GAK PENTING)
selesai nonton aku antar dia kesekolahnya karna ada pensi gitu kata dia dan karna teman-teman dia yang udah nelponin aja dari sebelum kami nonton,
aku udah nyiapin dari rumah kado kecil buat dia, tapi aku malu gimana cara ngasihnya kedia,enggak usah diceritain kali yah gimana caranya aku ngasih tuh kado kedia, yang pasti nyampe dah tuh kado(sayang,masih ada gak kadonya???)
cittt.citttt sampe deh disekolahnya dia pas dia buka helm aku masih pengen banget lihat wajahnya, aku lihatin lama gitu, trus dia ngomong "kenapa?? mau cium?? enggak mungkin kan?"
ikhhhh dasar deh emang wktu itu muka aku keliatan nafsunya yah, huhu kan enggak :-(
ampe deh dirumah, kali ini aku enggak dimarahin sama mama, have fun banget :-)
**PERTEMUAN KETIGA**
pertemuan kali ini tanpa ada rencana kemana-kemana kita cuma singgah kewarnet dan bercumbu mesra disana. haha karna dia juga mau sekolah jam 1 nanti, sangking kangennya aku gak mau lepas deh kedia nafsu pun meluap-luap dipertemuan ini, pertemuan ini jadi favorit dia, katanya palin berkesan buat dia, padahal cuma bentar ketemunya, kalau aku sih pas pertama ketemu yang aku jadiin favorit, soalnya aku bisa ngerasain ciuman pertama dari orang yang aku sayang :-D
**PERTEMUAN KEEMPAT**
pertemuan kali ini pertemuan paling ngebetein dalam hidup aku sama dia, huhu :-(
ketemu deh, langsung kewarnet cium dan main-main bentar dianya langsung tidur, huhu asli bete banget aku disitu, bagus akunya seklah aja , niat mau buat moment special dihari itu bayanginnya gini (aku pakein dia jam yang aku kasih sambil meluk dan nyium dia )tapi apa ?? *ngoookkklah
harapan semua sirna gitu aja, aku pulang tanpa membangunkan dia yang lagi pulas tidur, aku cuma sms bahwa aku pulang, akhirnya terjadi konflik lagi deh antara kami, tapi gak sampe putus.
**PERTEMUAN KELIMA**
pertemua kali ini singkat banget tapi terasa lama banget gitu sepanjang aku ketemu dia aku meluk dia seakan enggak mau lepas dari dia (aku sayang banget sama kamu)
jam 11 aku pulang kehujanan mana macet lagi, jadi gak bisa neduh deh, terpaksa penyakit yang baru sembuh udah ambuh lagi, untung aja hari itu jadwal aku check up ke dokter, jadi gak sampe parah gitu.
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selama 3 bulan ini kita pacaran, semua gak berjalan mulus-mulus aja kita sempet putus nyambung juga selama ^ kali, dan selama putus itu aku cuma satu kali ngajak balikan, selebihnya dia.
sebenernnya mau buat perinciannya tapi aku ada yang lupa kenapa putus, maaf sayang :'(
lagian putus sama dia enggak pernah sampe seminggu gitu paling lama 4 hari,
putus yang palin menyakitkan buat aku saat baru 1hari putus dia udah dapet pengganti aku yaitu temen aku sendiri yng aku kenal di community gitu, sakit minta ampun deh rasanyakaya udah gak ada harapan lagi buat balik sama dia dan waktu itu dia wall ke facebook aku kalo jam yang aku kasih itu rusak, isssh asli banget kecewa aku, satu harian enggak makan gara-gara dia aku rasa udah sepatutnya kau membenci dia tapi aku cuma bisa nangis aja, murung diri, gak bisa apa-apa.
tapi akhirnya dia mutusi pacarnya itu buat balik lagi ke aku, dia bilang cuma aku yang bisa ngertiin dia, (yaiyahlah yank,aku tuh tulus sama kamu tau)
waktu itu dia ada masalah dengan pamannya aku kasih supprt gitu ke dia, mungkin itu yang buat dia balik lagi ke aku, atau mungkin emank dia masih cinta sama aku, haha
(kasian benget liat dia waktu itu, dia hampir diusir dari rumah pamannya itu, dia mewek.mewek ke aku)
yah dari semua moment putus cuma ini yang buat aku sakit hati banget,
sampai sekarang aku dan dia masih pacaran,
mudah-mudahan enggak ada kata pisah :-*
yah walau pun putus kaya gini aja cuma sehari dua hari doank,enggak munafik yah banyak banget akunya salah kedia dan dia juga banyak salah ke aku , dari dia yang keganjenan sayang-sayangan ama mantannya, terus minta-mintain nomor cowok-cowok di message fb dan banyak lah gak kehitung, huhu
tapi semua nya bisa aku maafin, walau agak nyesek juga sih,:-(
yang penting kita berdua saling ngertiin dan mencoba menjadi apa yang diinginkan masing-masing, aku sih pengennya dia tuh romantis itu aja, tapi kalo enggak bisa juga gak apa-apa kok , aku enggak maksa aku juga enggak mau pacarku jadi orang lain.
Semoga kita tetep bersama selamanya, enggak ada kata pisah kalaupun pisah nanti, aku mu perpisahan terindah yang bakal aku rasain sama kamu, walau tetep ada tetes air mata, tapi aku enggak mau ita pisah tuh gara-gara putus atau kamu selngkuh, aku yakin ada saatnya kita berpisah tapi hati tetap selalu sama.
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