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Orange and her

I forgot when was the last time we talked to each other. I wonder what kind of conversation we had for the very last time. The only scene that still hang around my mind was the time when I slept on braided-plastic carpet in her living room. Her living room was not that big, but they took out the table and chairs so it felt bigger that I slept alone there, oh maybe not alone, with her. People were busy inside and outside the house, walked back and forth, while I was laying down, some of them sometimes passed around me. The neighbors, I believed were still awake, even when the clock showed it was past eleven p.m. This evening, after I heard the sound of azan Isya, people even got busier.   My dad looked sad, but he kept moving, he checked the sound system that played Quran recital, people in the kitchen, people who sit in plastic chairs in front of the house. As for my mom, she took me home before coming back here again this evening. It is still here until now, inside my head, the si

"The Alchemist" and My Thoughts

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Hello everyone, it's already February but I believe it is not too late to say Happy New Year, I wish you happiness, abundance and everything you want to go smoothly this year. With this blog I want to talk about the first book I read and finished by February 2024, The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. Now I continue this blog in August, five months after finishing it haha. This blog will not be a review or summary on how the story in the book goes, instead I would like to take some of my favorite parts/lines of the book and write down my thoughts about it. It is not me if I am not telling TMI about what happened until I finally chose to read this book. It was early January that I was still on my days off. I wanted to read something and I first chose the book "Sastra Feminis", I kinda like it but it made me kinda sad as a woman to read the oppression women have to go through so I decided to give it a break and chose other book. I have bought the alchemist quite long time ago, but

Birthday Journal

(⚠️Trigger warning: too much self-love in this writing may cause you vomit or probably you may be wondering what the heck is wrong with this person) Dearest, darling, my universe. Let’s set the song as the background music of this writing since it keeps playing in my head while I start my plan to write. Happy birthday, my dearest self. No one else can love me as much as I love myself (if you’re wondering is there any person on this entire earth who has the easiest self love, now you can stop and find it clear and loud in me). It is because in my entire life, my parents, my family and my friends always make it seem easy to do it. I would be forever grateful for the people around me, the people who watch me grow and be what I am today. Life’s been countless blessings and everyday, I’m thriving to be the better version of me. I call it my birthday journal, a piece of my thought that I wrote on my birthday, all the things that going around my head in minutes I explore the new number of my

Love Through

How I see love through: life and relationships I always put the wrong order of something, I haven’t figured out what I mean by writing “How I see love through life” so instead, I will tell you first how I see love through relationships. As an opening, I would like to give my reason why I write this blog. After reading around 40 pages of the book “Conversations on love” I started to have some ideas to write down all of my thoughts about love, the love I’ve learnt from all the people I’ve encountered. What is love, what do I mean by love. Love in Relationships Looking back from what I have taught my students about relationships, a relationship is when you build a connection with other people.  It starts from our home. Relationship with your parents, siblings, grandparents and with your other family. Then as we grow up we start building relationships with friends and later some will become best friends, with your teachers, lecturers, and colleagues. Between all of that sometimes you build