Selingkuh

Seorang pria menduga istrinya berbuat serong. Suatu hari dia menelepon ke rumahnya dan mendengar orang asing yang mengangkat teleponnya :
Pria : Siapa ini ?
Pembantu : Pembantu pak...
Pria : Kami tak punya pembantu...
Pembantu : Sekarang anda punya, baru tadi pagi saya di terima ibu yang punya rumah.
Pria : Oke, ini adalah suaminya. Apa ibu ada di sana?
Pembantu : Dia sedang di kamar bersama seorang pria, saya pikir itu suaminya. Dan ibu bilang tidak boleh di ganggu...
Pria : Sialan...! Dengar. Maukah kamu uang sebesar $ 50.000.- dalam satu menit ?
Pembantu : Apa yang harus saya kerjakan?
Pria : Ambilah pistol di meja saya dan tembaklah wanita itu dengan lelakinya!
Kemudian lelaki itu mendengar pembantunya meletakan gagang telepon dan tak lama kemudian terdengar dua tembakan... kemudian pembantu mengangkat lagi gagang telepon...
Pembantu : Apa yang harus saya lakukan sekarang ?
Pria : Buang mayat keduanya ke kolam renang...!
Pembantu : Kolam renang ? Tidak ada kolam renang di siniPria : Lho...! (Diam sejenak) apakah ini nomor telepon 8224821235 ?

Kenapa begitu susah?

Kenapa begitu susah mengatakan "maaf", "kangen", "sayang", "tidak suka", "mau"... atau "tidak mau!" pada seseorang...

Pada seseorang yang (pernah) menjadi cermin dan tempat refleksi bagaimana hebatnya diri kita menjadi orang yang mau berkorban untuk sebuah rasa, pada seseorang yang membuat kita belajar menghargai waktu... bahwa sehari bersama adalah bahagia, semenit bisa membangun surga... dan sedetik bak neraka bila rindu sedang bertamu. Pada seseorang yang membentuk indera perasa ini lebih peka... hingga tak jarang hanya dengan tatapan, kita berfikir bahwa telepati itu benar adanya... pada seseorang yang mampu mengenalkan kita dengan diri kita sendiri... bahwa kita terlalu bersahabat dengan ego... dan berteman dekat dengan ketakutan.

Hmmm... Tidak pernah menyesal mengenal orang yang menjadikan kita pribadi yang jauh lebih super daripada seorang mario teguh, hehe.... Mereka selalu menjadi epidose, jembatan, anak tangga...atau apalah namanya...untuk kita bisa melihat, bahwa hidup ini terlalu sia-sia tuk dijadikan tempat memanjakan elegi.

So,...
Nite sky, The Scientist, and you...
Always grateful with our red, yellow and blue...



*Thanks ya orion aku pinjem ini tulisannya

Somewhere over the rainbow

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?

Tattoo

Scars and markings,
held as taboo.
Burns and cuts,
a worthless tattoo.

Symbols of cults,
of dreams and stories.
All shall halt,
no scars are drawings.

Religious and worshipped,
by the ones who are masked.
Each symbol, a prayer,
through skin that will rust.

Through wounds, red bleeds,
from veins of blue.
To deform a story,
create a tattoo.

Dalam Pelukanku

Lenganku terbuka, menyambutmu dalam pelukan merasakan detak jantungmu. Berbaringlah di pelukanku. Biarkan aku membebaskanmu sejenak dari dunia ini hingga kamu merasa aman dan dicintai.

Ceritakan tentang hari-harimu, aku ingin mendengar semua frustrasi dari rutinitas yang kamu sebut sebagai kehidupan, berbagi setiap detail, jelaskan bagaimana kamu melewati setiap jam saat kita berpisah, ceritakan tentang kisah-kisah karena kau tahu aku selalu ingin tahu.

Biarkan aku menjadi temanmu. Aku akan membantumu tumbuh dan aku akan menerimamu apa adanya. Biarkan aku menjadi bayanganmu, mengikutimu dalam setiap langkah, aku ingin kau tahu bahwa kamu dapat bergantung padaku.

Biarkan aku mendukungmu saat langitmu abu-abu dan saat semuanya tidak berjalan dengan baik. Aku akan menghiburmu, mencium pergi rasa sakitmu, memberikan saran dan menjadi petunjuk arah ketika kamu tersesat. Aku ingin kau tahu bahwa aku akan selalu berada di sana untukmu. Lihat mataku, biarkan aku membaca pikiranmu, menghapus semua kekhawatiran, karena aku tidak akan pernah membiarkanmu pergi.

Biarkan aku memberitahumu, bahwa kesempurnaanmu berada di luar imajinasimu, jangan membandingkan dirimu dengan masyarakat yang berpikiran dangkal, karena di mataku, kamu adalah gambar yang dilukis oleh tangan para malaikat di langit, setiap detail dari tubuhmu, kepribadian dan pikiran.

Katakan padaku apa yang kau benci tentang dirimu sendiri, agar aku bisa menunjukkan kepadamu, karna matamu terlalu buta untuk melihat. Biarkan aku memberitahumu, bahwa tubuhmu adalah tanah ajaib, dan setiap detailnya adalah surgaku, kebosanan tidak akan pernah datang, akan diperlukan waktu seumur hidup untuk menghafal semua keindahannya.Jadilah dirimu sendiri, jangan berpura-pura, dalam pelukanku kau akan aman, tidak akan ada yang akan menilaimu. Kamu tidak perlu bersembunyi ataupun merasa takut.

Membuat kesalahan, melakukan langkah-langkah yang buruk, mengambil jalan yang salah. Tak apa... karena hidup adalah tentang belajar, aku akan berada di sini untuk membuatmu merasa lebih baik. Jangan pernah menyembunyikan kesalahan-kesalahanmu dariku, penilaianku tentangmu tidak akan pernah berubah.

Ceritakan tentang fantasi dan mimpi-mimpimu, agar aku bisa membuat mereka semua terkabul. Biarkan aku melakukan yang terbaik untuk mewujudkannya dan jika aku tidak bisa, aku tidak akan berhenti. Jangan takut mengatakan padaku apa yang kamu rasakan, itu tidak akan membuatmu merasa kecil.

Tersenyumlah untukku, aku akan memberikan lebih dari apa yang bisa kamu dapatkan, Masuklah ke dalam pelukanku, biarkan aku memelukmu erat, dari hati ke hati, pelukanku penuh dengan perasaan dan pikiran tak terucapkan. Dalam pelukanku kamu bisa mendapatkan semuanya.

Sunday Morning...

Me : Don't Disturb Me!
You : But your toplessness is disturbing me¿¡

Me : Fine Honey, I'll bath in 5 minutes time, just let me have my sleep first ok...!

Tambahkan keterangan gambar

alright Honey, I'll bath in 5 minutes time, just let me have my sleep first ok...

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

I came across this grief poem and thought that I would share it with you all, it is written by David Romano. I know that it is sad but I think it also gives hope and also helps us realise that we have never truly lost our loved one

When tomorrow starts without me,
and I’m not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes,
all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry,
the way you did today,
while thinking of the many things,
we didn’t get to say.

I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me,
I know you’ll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand,
that an Angel came and called my name,
and took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready,
in heaven far above,
and that I’d have to leave behind,
all those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away,
a tear fell from my eye,
for all life, I’d always thought,
I didn’t want to die.
I had so much to live for,
so much yet to do,
it seemed almost impossible,
that I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays,
the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
and all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesterday,
just even for awhile,
I’d say goodbye and kiss you
and maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,
that this could never be,
for emptiness and memories,
would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
my heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven’s gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
from His great golden throne,

He said, “This is eternity,
and all I’ve promised you”.
Today for life on earth is past,
but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
but today will always last,
and since each day’s the same day,
there’s no longing for the past.

But you have been so faithful,
so trusting and so true.
Though there were times you did some things,
you knew you shouldn’t do.
But you have been forgiven
and now at last you’re free.
So won’t you take my hand
and share my life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without me,
don’t think we’re far apart,
for every time you think of me,
I’m right here, in your heart.

The Chicken

Once upon a time, there was a large mountainside, where an eagle's nest rested. The eagle's nest contained four large eagle eggs. One day an earthquake rocked the mountain, causing one of the eggs to roll down the mountain to a chicken farm located in the valley below. The chickens knew that they must protect and care for the eagle's egg, so an old hen volunteered to nurture and raise the large egg.

One day, the egg hatched and a beautiful eagle was born. Sadly, however, the eagle was raised to be a chicken. Soon, the eagle believed he was nothing more than a chicken. The eagle loved his home and family, but his spirit cried out for more. While playing a game on the farm one day, the eagle looked to the skies above and noticed a group of mighty eagles soaring in the skies. "Oh," the eagle cried, "I wish I could soar like those birds."

The chickens roared with laughter, "You cannot soar with those birds. You are a chicken and chickens do not soar."

The eagle continued staring at his real family up above, dreaming that he could be with them. Each time the eagle would let his dreams be known, he was told it couldn't be done. That is what the eagle learned to believe. The eagle, after time, stopped dreaming and continued to live his life like a chicken. Finally, after a long life as a chicken, the eagle passed away.

The moral of the story: You become what you believe you are. So, if you ever dream of becoming an eagle, follow your dreams... not the words of a chicken.

A Box Full of Kisses

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."

The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy."

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses... from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.

How do I know if I’m a lesbian or not?

How do I know if I’m a lesbian or not?
Lesbians are women who are attracted to other women. This can be a physical attraction, emotional attraction or sexual attraction. If you’re a woman attracted to women, you might be a lesbian. Or you might be bisexual or you might simply be a straight women who is attracted to a friend. It may take you some time to determine which one you are.

Some women claim to have known from a very early age that they were lesbian, or at least knew that there was something “different” about themselves. Others don’t come out until their forties, fifties and even later, after having spent years in a heterosexual marriage. Whatever your situation, what is most important is that you’re taking the time now to try and figure it out and get to know yourself better.Is lesbianism normal?
Lesbianism is normal for lesbians. You cannot determine who you are attracted to any more than you can determine the color of your eyes.