Do you know why I have not posted for a long time?
yes, I was playing guitar
and at school, I have a test to be done
Well, it's very boring, the test, I'm lazy to study
But,
with study, I shape my personality
it is the only reason I study...
And with playing guitar, I feel free...
check this fabulous web
Sabtu, 11 Desember 2010
Jumat, 05 November 2010
Sabtu, 30 Oktober 2010
The Wedding of Central JAVA
it's my cousin's wedding series, enjoy !
she did Sungkeman to show respect to her parents by bowing the head and knees to the ground
Siraman, ceremony of bathing the bride
her parents sold Dawet, drink made from a mixture of sugar, coconut, milk, and jelly-like pieces of dough. In this topic, dawet is used to enliven that celebration. Peoples use a piece of roof tile to buy a glass of dawet. Hmmm, yummy !
Akad Nikah (Marriage Oath)
Bride and groom were reconcilable in Panggih ceremony, ritual meeting at the wedding of a couple being married. And the bridegroom break a raw egg with his foot, then being cleaned by the bride.
Then they (will) life happily ever after !
she did Sungkeman to show respect to her parents by bowing the head and knees to the ground
Siraman, ceremony of bathing the bride
her parents sold Dawet, drink made from a mixture of sugar, coconut, milk, and jelly-like pieces of dough. In this topic, dawet is used to enliven that celebration. Peoples use a piece of roof tile to buy a glass of dawet. Hmmm, yummy !
Akad Nikah (Marriage Oath)
Bride and groom were reconcilable in Panggih ceremony, ritual meeting at the wedding of a couple being married. And the bridegroom break a raw egg with his foot, then being cleaned by the bride.
Then they (will) life happily ever after !
Sabtu, 29 Mei 2010
Broken . Broken . Broken .
Once it's broken so many times
you start to lose pieces . . .
So its just best, if I keep it to my self for now
on before I lose too much
I am already in too deep . . .
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My soul is dark - Oh! quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear,
That sound shall charm it forth again:
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.
But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
And ached in sleepless silence, long;
And now 'tis doomed to know the worst,
And break at once - or yield to song.
- Lord Byron
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"I really love you, 'till I have to let you go, dear ."
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