Berkah besar yg gw terima, selama banyak hal kurang enak yg gw alami sejak beberapa bulan lalu, adalah banyak teman yg gak berhenti memberikan waktu dan meminjamkan telinganya untuk mendengarkan keluh kesah gw. Yg akhirnya tau jawaban dari pertanyaan mereka “koq loe sekarang kurus banget sih?”. Not something that i’m proud of, but they stick with me after all.

Thank you, guys. You know who you are. Semoga Allah memberikan kebahagian dan keberkahan buat kalian semua 🙂

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Selamat ulang tahun bapak. Doa tulus yang gak pernah putus dari anak bontot yg gak akan pernah mampu untuk melunasi hutang2nya ke bapak :’)

Sehat terus ya Pak 🙂

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“Bronchitis is an inflammation of the lining of your bronchial tubes, which carry air to and from your lungs. People who have bronchitis often cough up thickened mucus, which can be discolored. Bronchitis may be either acute or chronic”.

This little baby suffered from bronchitis, from the age of 6 month to 2 years old. She had a “cloud” of water in her lungs. She was hospitalized several times during that period of time.

She then grew up stronger.

That little baby was me.

This is for Rae. A strong little baby girl that’s going to grow up stronger and ready to conquer the world 🙂 – with ClaudiaLengkey and Simhala

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This is so damn true.

With you (yeah, you’re here): it’s a love that looks right

With him (my 12year-long relationship): it’s the love that we wished was right. Damn i did wish that, bi 😥 we loved until we cried.

With now (not so long ago): it’s the love that feels just right

👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

We Only Fall in Love with 3 People in Our Lifetime—Each One for a Specific Reason.
Via Kate Rose
on Nov 22, 2016

“Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning.” ~ Unknown

It’s been said that we really only fall in love with three people in our lifetime.

Yet, it’s also believed that we need each of these loves for a different reason.

Often our first is when we are young, in high school even. It’s the idealistic love—the one that seems like the fairytales we read as children.

This is the love that appeals to what we should be doing for society’s sake—and probably our families. We enter into it with the belief that this will be our only love and it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t feel quite right, or if we find ourselves having to swallow down our personal truths to make it work because deep down we believe that this is what love is supposed to be.

Because in this type of love, how others view us is more important than how we actually feel.

It’s a love that looks right.

The second is supposed to be our hard love—the one that teaches us lessons about who we are and how we often want or need to be loved. This is the kind of love that hurts, whether through lies, pain or manipulation.

We think we are making different choices than our first, but in reality we are still making choices out of the need to learn lessons—but we hang on. Our second love can become a cycle, oftentimes one we keep repeating because we think that somehow the ending will be different than before. Yet, each time we try, it somehow ends worse than before.

Sometimes it’s unhealthy, unbalanced or narcissistic even. There may be emotional, mental or even physical abuse or manipulation—most likely there will be high levels of drama. This is exactly what keeps us addicted to this storyline, because it’s the emotional rollercoaster of extreme highs and lows and like a junkie trying to get a fix, we stick through the lows with the expectation of the high.

With this kind of love, trying to make it work becomes more important than whether it actually should.

It’s the love that we wished was right.

And the third is the love we never see coming. The one that usually looks all wrong for us and that destroys any lingering ideals we clung to about what love is supposed to be. This is the love that comes so easy it doesn’t seem possible. It’s the kind where the connection can’t be explained and knocks us off our feet because we never planned for it.

This is the love where we come together with someone and it just fits—there aren’t any ideal expectations about how each person should be acting, nor is there pressure to become someone other than we are.

We are just simply accepted for who we are already—and it shakes to our core.

It isn’t what we envisioned our love would look like, nor does it abide by the rules that we had hoped to play it safe by. But still it shatters our preconceived notions and shows us that love doesn’t have to be how we thought in order to be true.

This is the love that keeps knocking on our door regardless of how long it takes us to answer.

It’s the love that just feels right.

Maybe we don’t all experience these loves in this lifetime, but perhaps that’s just because we aren’t ready to. Maybe the reality is we need to truly learn what love isn’t before we can grasp what it is.

Possibly we need a whole lifetime to learn each lesson, or maybe, if we’re lucky, it only takes a few years.

Perhaps it’s not about if we are ever ready for love, but if love is ready for us.

And then there may be those people who fall in love once and find it passionately lasts until their last breath. Those faded and worn pictures of our grandparents who seemed just as in love as they walked hand-in-hand at age 80 as they did in their wedding picture—the kind that leaves us wondering if we really know how to love at all.

Someone once told me they are the lucky ones, and perhaps they are.

But I kinda think that those who make it to their third love are really the lucky ones.

They are the ones who are tired of having to try and whose broken hearts lay beating in front of them wondering if there is just something inherently wrong with how they love.

But there’s not; it’s just a matter of if their partner loves in the same way they do or not.

Just because it has never worked out before doesn’t mean that it won’t work out now.

What it really comes down to is if we are limited by how we love, or instead love without limits. We can all choose to stay with our first love, the one that looks good and will make everyone else happy. We can choose to stay with our second under the belief that if we don’t have to fight for it, then it’s not worth having—or we can make the choice to believe in the third love.

The one that feels like home without any rationale; the love that isn’t like a storm—but rather the quiet peace of the night after.

And maybe there’s something special about our first love, and something heartbreakingly unique about our second…but there’s also just something pretty amazing about our third.

The one we never see coming.
The one that actually lasts.
The one that shows us why it never worked out before.

And it’s that possibility that makes trying again always worthwhile, because the truth is you never know when you’ll stumble into love.

“You found parts of me I didn’t know existed and in you I found a love I no longer believed was real.” ~ Unknown

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Ngobrol sama #BapakHariIni soal rumah. Nasihatnya selalu sama, pas 6 tahun lalu mau beli rumah dan sekarang pas mau bangun rumah. Kalo punya rumah itu yg luas tanahnya, paling ga punya halaman dan garasi. Dan kalo bisa garasinya bisa untuk 2 mobil. Biar ga repot parkir di jalan luar rumah. Dan sebenernya buat bapak itu kalo bisa beli rumah, harus bisa beli mobil :)))

Itu cara bapak bilang kalau anaknya harus sukses. 

Okelah pak. 86!

☺️☺️☺️😄😄😄

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Sekarang bapak sering telpon gw just because. Iya, gw masih sering lupa telpon bapak karena kerjaan 😢😢😢 how the world turns. And somehow i know this is my turn.

Tapi tadi pagi bapak telpon mau cerita kalo dia mau mulai nulis dan nerbitin buku lagi! Katanya udah ngobrol sama gramedia dan banyak mahasiswanya yang mau bantu ngetikin. Bapak bilang itu bikin seneng. Senengnya lebih karena buku itu sifatnya jangka panjang. Lebih dari sekedar keuntungan materi 🙂

Bapak ngasih tau ke gw lebih karena bapak ga pernah sekalipun ngelupain kontribusi kecil gw buat buku yang sebelumnya. Kayak gini ini yang bikin gw malu jadi anak. Karena bapak gak pernah lupa sama apa yang gw lakuin. Sementara gw masih sering lupa inget apa yang udah dilakukan orang tua gw buat gw.

Sehat terus, pak! 🙂

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#BapakHariIni seneng banget punya sepatu baru. Dipake terus dalam rumah.

Udah makin semangat belajar jalan dan belajar untuk gak bungkuk kalo lagi jalan.

This gave me the utmost of happiness and threw away all my sadness and troubles today.

Love you, bapak 🙂

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