Cashmere coat

I have always loved the feeling whenever I was covered with coat. Esp. Cashmere coat.
It's not the fabric that matters the most, it's the feeling. Whenever I usedit, I felt warm. Warm blood rushing through my body, filling every inch of my body with its spark that lightens me up.

The same feeling whenever I was hugged.

The thing is, my cashmere coat can't smile back at me, can't hug me back, can't pat on my back saying "My boss, everything is going to be okay". No, it couldn't.
It simply there, whenever you need it, they're right there inside your drawer. Standing still (or hanging still?) watching every moves that you made, every smiles drawn on your face, every secret tears that you shed whenever you went to bed, every silly moves you made everytime you hear "Chicken Song" and it laughs and smiles and frowns secretly everytime ---- the cashmere coat, I mean.

They're filled with unlimited magic powers as same as credit card's, all you need to 'activate' them is by taking care of your cashmere coat. So, the magic won't go away.

I have my own cashmere coat, it's pale brown.
I wish you were alive.

Up up and away!

Life's too short to be spent on emotional rollercoaster

Coffee, Milk & Sugar [01]

COFFEE, TEA, AND MILK TALE

Part I

Introducing :

Coffee

He is the most decent brew that anyone could ever taste

Its seductive aroma, addictive taste, and mysterious acidity blow everyone's mind away

He makes people happy by pumping up their adrenaline

Making them feel like they can do anything

No wonder, everyone loves him.

Milk

She has the nicest, warmest, and most calming personality

Her sweetness and warmness blend perfectly in a cup

She has the power to alleviate people's sorrow

She makes them feel hugged

They say, "You will never have too much milk"

No wonder, everyone needs her.

Last, but not least:

Sugar

She is a total hottie

She is able to make people gone ecstatic, energetic and joyous at the same time

Her sweetness and boldness -- to show only one thing at a time, make her addictive

She can make extreme rush of sugar in everyone's body

People will never get enough of her

They want more more more and more

No wonder, everyone craves her.

And here is their story...

Coffee, milk and tea are best of friends 

They complete each other

A cup of coffee with milk = Perfect.

A cup of coffee with sugar = Splendid.

A cup of milk with sugar = Excellent.

None can ever beat up their relationship level

They're too much bonded

One can't live without another, vice versa.

If anyone asks me what I think should be the symbol of friendship, it's not gonna be

Soekarno - Hatta, or Selena-Demi, or Miley-Mandy... leave alone Paris-Nicole.

It will definitely be them :

Coffee, milk and sugar.

They live happily ever after,... so far.

Everything went well, in balance

"I need you need us"

That's what they always say to each other.

Until, that finally changes to :

"I. Need. You....only"

Love

Yes, that's the answer.

Love sparks between them, it will be splendid and terrific if it happens between A and B.

Not! A and B to C.

Milk --> <-- Coffee --> <-- Sugar

Coffee loves Milk.

Coffee loves Sugar.

He can't live without the BOTH of them.

While, on the other hand, 

Milk wants Coffee for herself, only herself

so does sugar.

Love makes them selfish, it's a natural disaster, I must say.

A choice has to be made, but.. he can't.

He is too much in love with them, they have fused within himself.

They are parts of him

Imagine this!

You couldn't live happily with a part of your body detached, right?

Imagine living with only 1 hand

You may be happy, but feeling complete? It's not even an option.

The coffee feels nothing but confused, he runs in a circle.

On and on and on and on and on again.

Sugar knows this will happen.

If he can't make the decision to clear this up for them, then?

 She will.

[...........................................................Tobecontinued...........................................................]

* Inspired from 3 hours of  non-stop *Bucks time

That's when coffee, tea, and milk were born inside my imaginary bubble 

Pirouttes

If something was flipped horizontally,would it still be the same thing?

Left will be right

Right will be left

Is 'spin' as same as 'nips'?

Is 'feel' as same as 'leef'?

Is 'you' as same as 'uoy'?

Is 'love' as same as 'evol'?

Flying bubblegums

"How I wish my school's classrooms were set like Starbucks. Serving coffeé, tea, latte, so on and so forth, and you could drink it during the lesson! With its relaxing and calming atmosphere, we would be able to get our minds on track. Oh oh, and the teachers were also working part-time as baristas, while they were teaching. And, there was a 'Barista' Workshop as an extracullicular. School would be REAL FUN! 

I don't care if I have to clean up the room/cafe room everyday or bring chocolates for the headmistress every single day. I will do everything if there is a chance to make it happen.

You with me?"






This is what happened if you spend too much time in Starbucks alone.
You are warned.

stay hidden

"I miss us"

There is a hidden message in this post, look for it!

Logimosi

Ya, kamu itu.

sunny side up!

help us spread the smiles!
please do comment on this post if you do smile when you watched our video.



ps : your comments do make us smile, so... :B

How to : MAKE ME

they are my secret ingredients

they are my sugar, spice and everything nice

without them

i'm just another failed recipe

...

Wicked

They are my wicked suga' mama

got me sugar high

high

high

high

high

high


<3

sky sailing

"..."
ya nenavizhu tibia

wide awake

cubics

six sides

eight points

remember that

i have my reasons

please see from a lot of sides

this is a riddle for you to solve

rainbow horse

Ignorance is bliss (idiom)              :  what you don't know won't hurt you

Most people say, it's better to know nothing, than to know something which ends up hurting you to the utmost in the end. Or, shall we say, safe mode.

My dad say, it's better to know everything you can, because that everything is what will make you grow. Make you stronger. Strenghten you. So you'll really know what's really out there, what life is all about.

How about me?
What do I say about it?

I once said to a friend of mine : "Bersyukurlah dengan ketidaktahuan anda"  or "Be grateful for what you don't know", yes that's what I believe.
Sometimes, not knowing, is better than knowing. Because once you knew about something, you would start thinking about it, and then, your head would start to feel like something was punching you from the inside, hurting you without even you realizing it.
And then you would to begin to change, more gloominess, so on and so forth.

All of that, all of that gloominess, sadness, punching from the inside thingy won't happen if you simply... ignore. But is that the exit?
Is ignoring really the solution? Or is it just another Emergency Exit, resulting from your weakness to give up so easily on something?

As for me, I think

listen to your heart, be true to yourself

what does your heart tell you?

as for me, mine tells me to face it, and be ready.

Flying birds

I prefer Mary Kate & Ashley Olsen

rather than 

this twin

I loathe them

Cotton fingers

left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?left/right?

In life, you've got to make choices. The right ones and the wrong ones. 

The right ones for you, don't always mean it's right for others, and vice versa. What's wrong for you, doesn't mean it's all wrong for others. People go different ways, that's just the way it is.

Some choose left, some choose right.

There's no rule. It's all up to you. 

The one-and-only rule is :

dont

ever

stand

in

the

middle

Being in the middle means you are weak, incompetent, and simply...afraid. Afraid to make mistakes, afraid to make choices. Afraid what you do will effect others -- or maybe yourself. In a bad way. Afraid to take the consequences.

Afraid.

That's why you choose to build your own tent in the middle, while the others make choices -- and move on.

I've been standing in the middle myself (through everything) for only God knows how long. Standing, alone. Building my own tent, being comfortable with myself, feeling happy. In the middle.

Why? Because while others are busy taking care of the consequences, hell, I don't have to! 

Until I realize, all those happiness, all those being-comfortable and stuffs, are fake. I'm trapped, that's the only thing that's real. I will never move on. ne-ver.

I'm starting to question myself, doubt myself, and finally... I don't know who I am anymore.

Too much contaminated by the lefts and rights, without having any firm foundation to stand on.

So, I did some 


thinkingthinking
thinkingthinkingthinkingthinking
thinkingthinkingthinkingthinkingthinkingthinking
thinkingthinkingthinkingthinkingthinking
thinkingthinkingthinkingthinking
thinkingthinkingthinkingthinking
thinkingthinkingthinkin

And I choose:

left/right

I did this only because I love you

just

so

you

know

Finally, now I know what happy really is.

Happy means facing your fear, standing up straight, and you'll live.

Pink short pants

People-watching.

I sat in Starbucks for a couple of hours today. I ordered Chicken Mushroom Spinach Panini (or whatever that is, I don't really remember. I simply ordered and enjoyed it, what matter is that it's food, yea?) without any drinks. Shame on me, I've been running low on money these days. Thinking on saving some money too, so yea. I'm currently limiting my expenses.

Beside me, there was a man. He was doing some architecture project, I guess. He got this really big-not-so-handy laptop on his table along with his Grande Caramel Frappucinno. He held his Blackberry like ALL the time, while I was there. It was approximately 2 hours and a half, yes.

Across of my table, I saw a native man. Probably Australian. He was wearing this white Polo shirt and short pants. Was reading his Jakarta Post, accompanied with his Starbucks' mug. I couldn't guess what he was drinking though. But if you ask me what my guess is, it'll probably be Green Tea Latte.

Why? Because of that look on his face when he had a sip. Exactly how I looked whenever I drank one too.

Green Tea Latte is -- and will always be, my best bud.

Okay, the thing is. I realized that most people who went to Starbucks, were alone -- including me.

Here goes the magic. I don't feel alone -- at all. Even though, I WAS alone.

I guess, that's what coffee shop is all about. 

Being alone without feeling alone. 

Giving you some time to think about everything, without giving other people pressure to ask you "Are you okay?"

Just you, and your best sipping buddy.

Greetings from the sheep

Hey, everyone!
First of all, I would like to say sorry for not posting in a REAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLY long time.
It's not a figure of speech, it really is long.

There has been a really big change in my life lately, and I've not been handling it well. So yea, I think I am changing. As I saw my old posts just now, seeing how cheerful I was, how happy I was.
It makes me real sad, well... I don't know. Seeing how you can change in such a short time.
Well, I just can't believe it.

To be honest, I am not really sure whether I can write those kind of posts again.
The ecstatic-carefree-garrulous Clarisza Benedicta Runtung.
But, I'm going to straighten things up. It has been a tough time, and I don't want continue being like this.

Well, wish me luck?
:)