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Vintage necklace I bought from Tante Hellen



yummy Chocolates

Photo Session

Dalam rangka menjelang farewell bos (hiks)
kita2 mengadakan photo session
untuk kenang2an beliau.

Here are some of our pics
taken by Mba Dina :

Makan-makan mulu...

Hehehe...
Setelah potlak 1 sukses besar
kami memutuskan untuk membuat sequelnya.
Demikianlah potlak 2 digelar lagi
dan tak kalah suksesnya kayak yang pertama.

Bedanya kali ini
suasananya agak gimanaaaaaa gitu

Salah satu persamaannya
kita mulai jam 12 teng, selesainya jam 1/2 1 teng.
Jiaahhhh... kalap lagi, kalap lagi...

here are some photos
(blame it on me yang lupa beli baterai. peace, kawan2..)


Menu kali ini : Pepes ikan mas, terong balado, tahu tumis, tahu tempe bacem, kering kentang, sambal goreng pete, lalapan, krupuk



Mba Mira sedang meracik fruit punch favorit kita2



Kami yang kalap tapi tetep narsis

Lunch..Lunch..Lunch..

Temankyu si Lusiawaty Ramli eh...
(nama keluarganya Joni apa yah, Lus.. lupa gw)
pengen banget makan di the Nanny's itu
akhirnya Jumat kemaren kita makan di sana
secara ibu hamil.. pantang ditolak maunya
(padahal emang gw n Uli juga pengen makan situ juga heheh..)

ini dia hasil fotonya :







lho kok bukan foto makanannya?
Ya, kami memang geng narsis bersertifikat.

It's Our 5th Anniversary

You're still the one I run to
the one that I belong to
You're stil the one I want for life
You're still the one that I love
the only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss goodnight

My Morning Thought

i have lots of things in my mind lately.
as i quoted this person said to me,
'..after all, all of us will have our own path
and there's no other way unless to accept it..'

i know this will come soon or later
that things will never be the same again

in fact,
things in life are never the same

Below story represent my thought at this moment.


Memory and salt

I arrive in Madrid
at eight o'clock in the morning.
I will only be here a few hours,
so it's not worth phoning friends
and arranging to see them.
I decide to go for a walk alone
in my favourite places,
and I end up sitting smoking a cigarette
on a bench in the Retiro Park.

'You look miles away,' says an old man,
joining me on the bench.
'Oh, I'm here,' I say,
'but I'm sitting on this same bench
with a painter friend of mine, Anastasio Ranchal,
twelve years ago in 1986.
We are both watching my wife, Christina,
who has had a bit too much to drink
and is trying to dance the flamenco.'

'Enjoy your memories,' says the old man.
'But don't forget that memory is like salt:
the right amount brings out the flavour in food,
too much ruins it.
If you live in the past all the time,
you'll find yourself with no present to remember.'

taken from :
Stories for Parents, Children and Grandchildren Volume 1
by Paulo Coelho

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emm.. gw ngga tau ini kembang apaan.. ;D




Lily


hmmph.. need more practise nih..

I'm open to all input
So, monggo lho..