Sunday, May 24, 2009
Letter to Her
First of all I won't call you 'Mommy', 'Mom', or 'Mother', cause that's not the way I called you.
Mamah. My most beautiful Mamah. My bestest, caring, loveable Mamah.
I miss you.
I keep saying that, everywhere, in my mind, my mouth and my heart.
I miss everything. Your touch, your hugs while we cuddled together, your hands, the one that I addicted to.
Even your crazyness about preparation and stuffs.
I miss the way you called me "Ading". You're the only person in the world who call me that.
I miss your voice. Your angelic voice. Your cheeks. The softness of your cheeks when I kissed you.
I hate past tense! Why I should said 'kissed', not kissing? And 'cuddled' not cuddling?
I know cause those are things I will never gonna do again. Yeah maybe I will, but not with you.
I really sorry for everything I've done and what I haven't done. I know it's not enough, to pay everything you did to me. Your sacrifice, your love. Your truly sacred love.
I don't know how can I go on without you, Mah. Those people keep saying "You have us" "If you need anything talk to us". But the fact is, they're not THERE.
But somehow I realize.. You're there. You, yes you, are THERE. Smiling at me while watching tv, peeking from the kitchen's door while you cook and preparing our meal. Even welcoming me at the front door with your big hug everytime I'm coming back home.
Yes. The -ing is coming again.
I forgot, in our love, past tense will never ever gonna exist.
Cause our love, love of a mother and daughter,
will remain forever.
"Heaven makes you even prettier, Mah.."
Love,
Diyang Renantia
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Sunday, April 12, 2009
My Drugs for Boredom
Felt like having no passion today, I tried to find some activities by opened style.com and looked for an interesting collection. I ended up choose Balmain, and I clicked its complete Fall 2009 collection. When I saw those beautiful dresses and fabric.. Damn! It was like love at first sight. I had seen some of this collection before but I've never had a chance to find out about its complete collection. Pictures above are some of my lovely picks of the collection. Isn"t it beautiful? I would looooooove.. to have all of them, haha.
Btw, it's April and I can't believe it's already have been a year! Yes, me and my boyfriend will celebrate our first anniversary this 2t8th! Geez, have no power to wait until the day!
(I actually planning something for him -but- it'll be our little secret okay? Ssstt :p)
Love love everyone!
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Sunday, April 5, 2009
Thankful Weak - end
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Good Time, Girls ;-)
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Zonky Mid- Term
Sumpah, gw nyanyi itu bukan karena itu yang gw rasain. Dan sumpah, gw pengen bangettt bisa ngerasain itu sekarang! Ini tuh ibarat nya kalo di teori komunikasi, kayak expectancy violence theory atau teori pelanggaran harapan yang artinya...
DIYANG. STOP.
Jadi gw sekarang seakan- akan dibudaki oleh hal yang beberapa hari ini gw jalani yaitu something that you called mid-term test. Atau bahasa prokem nya adalah UTS. Jadi hari ini gw mengalami UTS yang paling menyiksa jiwa, wait, ga paling diyang, karena besok masih adaaaa huaaaa! Siksaan hari ini adalah MPK Bahasa Inggris dan Teori Komunikasi. MPK Bahasa Inggris yang, well, semasa SMA sebenernya cukup gw kuasai (yah ga bego bego amat lah ga sampe ngartiin 'joystick' sebagai 'batang kesenangan' -woohoo), and the test didn't turn out so well. Listening nya paraaah, bahkan percakapan pertama terdengar seperti bahasa Cina. Dan Tekom, yaaaah mengarang bebas. Bebaaas sekali, saking bebas nya bikin hamil.
Besok adalah UTS terakhir, Sistem Sosial Indonesia dan Dasar Dasar Penulisan, dan I'm still sigh-ing about it, dan belom ada niat buat membuka lembaran- lembaran neraka berupa handout.
Tapi agak sedikit excited akan besok, soalnya mau senang- senang sama tante- tante GGks :)
Semoga besok ada mukjizat. Mukjizat dimana otak orang yang sudah belajar ditransfer ke otak gw yang kopong ini.
One day left, Diyang..