Happy New Year 2017
Bubbling and caper
Like a baby who rebel
Escape from mom’s belt
You’ve done, glittery
Tempted me to lick hurry
Savour your beauty
You make me scare though haven’t met you
I saw some people cry yesterday
They said you made their hair grey
But I saw some people enthusiastic
They said their lives were just started
So, what would I be if I meet you?
Or may I refuse you, For O? Continue reading
“Again…!” she’s surprised.
“What?” he asked.
“I was nominated for blogger award again. This time is the Versatile Blogger Award, by Alekha. Does it mean my blog has something quality?”
“Maybe yes, maybe not. But it’s just for fun. Just try to get one of those awards and see what will happen to you or your blog.” Continue reading
“Does Santa Claus really exist?” Story asked as she looked out through the window in a cramped living room.
“Aw, c’mon, Santa Claus is just fantasy,” he said, squatting near the living room.
“Fantasy? What is it fantasy?” Story asked, still looking out the window. Her head suddenly moved backward reflexes. Continue reading
“Fantasy, if it’s really convincing, can’t become dated, for the simple reason that it represents a flight into a dimension that lies beyond the reach of time.”
“Where have you been? Long time no see,” Nelli said.
“I’m still in Jakarta,” Story answered.
“Why you never hung out with us?”
“I mean our high school friends. Nia, Riza, Opie, Mega, Emil asked about you. How could I know?”
“Do you often meet them, Nel?”
“Yes. We meet online. What’s yout BB pin? I’ll join you to our BBM group.”
“BBM? I don’t have BB.”
“YM? WhatsApp? Twitter?”
She got a gift from her father. A bicycle. Something that she really wanted to have although she couldn’t ride a bicycle yet. A mini bicycle with two training wheels as a great choice for a 5-year-old kid who want to learn how to ride a bike.
“It’s my bike. No body may ride it. It’s just for me,” she said to Kaka, her brother.
“You can’t ride! Let me ride and you sit on the back,” her brother, Kaka, said.
“No. I’ll learn to ride it.”
“No. You can’t ride. I want to ride it,” Kaka said and tried to grab her bike.