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Two o’clock in the afternoon, sunny but gloomy. My lecture of creative writing class asked the students to go out and grab some lunch or brunch. “Yes!!”, I said aloud. “I wanna eat “cilok”, a ball of starch which is chewy with added spices like peanut sauce, ketchup and spicy sauces”, I talked to my friend spontaneously. “Cilok” roundly shaped like a meatball, but has different base ingredients. There are eggs or minced meat in it; because it is made from the starch as the base material “cilok” has chewy taste. My friend and I decided to go to PUJALE (Pusat Jajanan Lembah) Universitas Gadjah Mada, a place with many food and beverage sellers. We went downstairs from the third floor, pass the Psychology Faculty, and take a shortcut to PUJALE through Philosophy Faculty of Universitas Gadjah Mada. In addition to the faculty of philosophy is a shortcut, another reason why we chose the path was the atmosphere. Through the faculty of philosophy, the gentle breeze hit our faces whi

listening to the lecture and making origami, what we're doing in International Relation class

Kutulis surat ini kala hujan gerimis bagai bunyi tambur yang gaib, Dan angin mendesah mengeluh dan mendesah, Wahai, dik Narti, aku cinta kepadamu ! Kutulis surat ini kala langit menangis dan dua ekor belibis bercintaan dalam kolam bagai dua anak nakal jenaka dan manis mengibaskan ekor serta menggetarkan bulu-bulunya, Wahai, dik Narti, kupinang kau menjadi istriku ! Kaki-kaki hujan yang runcing menyentuhkan ujungnya di bumi, Kaki-kaki cinta yang tegas bagai logam berat gemerlapan menempuh ke muka dan tak kan kunjung diundurkan. Selusin malaikat telah turun di kala hujan gerimis Di muka kaca jendela mereka berkaca dan mencuci rambutnya untuk ke pesta. Wahai, dik Narti dengan pakaian pengantin yang anggun bunga-bunga serta keris keramat aku ingin membimbingmu ke altar untuk dikawinkan Aku melamarmu, Kau tahu dari dulu : tiada lebih buruk dan tiada lebih baik dari yang lain …… penyair dari kehidupan sehari-hari, orang yang bermula dari kata kata yang bermula

by She & Him   My eyes are so bleary I guess I'm young But I feel so weary I've tried to express it But I think it's all a bore It's at the heart of me A very part of me   Reff: Speak slowly, I can't hear you My mind keeps spinning closer and closer To the rain on the roof And the rain in my head And the things that you said Keep on taking further ahead And it just gets so foggy It's nowhere in here And it's everywhere else That I don't want to be But I'm stuck here Getting misty over you I'm alone on a bicycle for two