Promise(s)

Promise is just a promise, that even I cannot guarantee promise(s) I’ve made..

But let me tell myself, at the very least, that I’ve ever thought about my own self.

That I made promise(s).

I promise myself, I was and am and will always be happy for being me,

and that I have to be grateful,

and learn to be better.

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Per-plexed

Why can’t time stop for a while so I could clear my mind…

Why can’t the future be shown so I wouldn’t be so confused thinking about it…

Why can’t the past be changed so I would have regretted for nothing…

 

Because it is life.

Ups.

Real life, I mean.

 

Mohon doanya ya, supaya saya diberi petunjuk yang lurus oleh Yang Maha Kuasa :’

Dan selalu bisa bersyukur!

Dan segala doa baik lainnya!

Doa yang sama untukmu juga!

Terima kasih!

Source of Happiness

Like a friend’s tweet, “The existence of you increasing my serotonin,” – and my endorphin.

Even though actually one should define their own happiness, I agree with the saying to see someone you’re into can make you happy.

If to be loved is a gift, so is to love, i suppose?

Even though you cannot choose whom your heart will fall into…

At the same time happiness comes, a-kind-of fear comes along.

Why is that……………….

For this unknown feeling you’re scared of, remember that anything you’re scared of isn’t actually (that) scary.

As people said, why don’t enjoy it while it lasts…?

 

Merely a Venusian, with her complex emotion.

#Ishouldstopbabbling

BADR Shortcourse X Internship: Week 5 (Final)

By this, my post titled BADR Shortcourse X Internship will end (gatau deng).

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Semakin ke sini, semakin gabener catetan internship-nya ya (re: banyak selipan, sedikit pelajaran)… Yaudah gapapa, nanti ilmunya di-share di momen yang berbeda…

Di minggu ke lima, sebenarnya sudah waktunya masuk kuliah. Thanks to masa add-drop, masih bisa cabut (?) Di minggu ke lima, ada tiga kelas yang diberikan: Design Thinking (cont’d), Go to Market, Intro to Marketing, dan Financial. Continue reading

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could

– Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum