Last night, Mel had a dream again about love. A love that she doesn’t really get in her real life. A love that she really can’t feel in the reality. She gets hurt, she gets pain as she tries to fall in. therefore, the dream last night was the second time for her to feel the happiness of love. Someone told her that he really loved her. He held her hands, stared at her eyes, and said that he wanted to be with her. Nothing to feel except being grateful of what she felt. She felt love. A happy love. A happiness that she couldn’t find in the essence of love in her real life.
That was the second dream. The first dream was really blowing Mel’s mind. It was just as happy as the second. Mel was proposed. “What on earth was my dream last night” said Mel. Mel was surprised by a man in a suit bringing a ring on his right hand. Very gentle. Mel was never ever felt this thing. Mel never dated someone. Mel was the first time to dream about a settlement. Mel was the first time to feel a happy love.
That was just a dream, Mel. That was just a sleep successions of images, ideas, emotions and sensations that occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep. That was nothing.
She realizes that she has been in love but what she has been getting is pain. She has been crying so much. She has been killing. She doesn’t want to give a name for love with bad thing. She appreciates love. She serves a good love. Then, she never chases for the pain. She wants to be chased for those who needs a good good love. She is not giving up. She just tries to protect the essence of love itself. Gentle and sweet.
If she never gets what she wants to get. If she never gets like the other get, she says:
“if love is only exist on my dream, don’t wake me up.”
Walk on a path…
Meet new people along the way
You say hello, and hardly to say goodbye
Head down-head up, look down-look straight
Burned by the sun, wet by the rain
Small steps to walk, fast hits to run
Stop by, walk on again
‘Till you find a place you can stay
‘Till you find a place you can call home
A reason to come back
A reason to a love
You have bombs that once i want to defuse
Long road, long journey that i choose
You make me confused with clues that you use and i mind to refuse
Don’t want to blame the one i don’t want to lose
This way is devious, let’s we take a booze.
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Semester 6 expects us to be more creative in writing. We get a “Creative Writing” class for one semester toward. Nicole is the teacher. Unfortunately, she could not continue teaching because she had to go back home to America to look after her mother who has been very ill. Well, i thought that there would not be a class because i had no idea who was gonna substitute her. But, I’d like to thank Miss Nicole to bring Mas Dalih as a speaker guest in the beginning of ‘Creative Writing’ class so there he is. He is now substituting Nicole and well he gave us a final assignment to make a feature article. dang! i even didn’t know how to differentiate which one was features and which one was article. how stupid i was. LOL but that was making me tough. you know why? i became so often to read and google about it. learned and started to make a strategy to have an article that would be fit to be published in Jakarta Globe. and see? my group included Aulia Fransisca and Sulistiyaningrum did it. our first article was published in Jakarta Globe. haha somewhat norak but i think you understand me why. once again, thanks to Nicole. and Mas Dalih for the brilliant idea giving this kind of assignment 😀
That is my room. Partial picture of my room. I will re-decorate it next month with putting cute frames on the wall and wall-stickers will be the awesome figurants.
Banyak orang keren
Keren untuk mereka tapi tak berbagi pada sesama
Bangga mereka rupanya
Terangkat oleh senyum orang yang terpana
Lama-lama orang akan biasa saja, maka kecelakaanlah bagi mereka yang sok maha
Bilamana hidup tenang
Satupun tak berkelit
Menjalaninya yang sulit.
Dunia tanpa masalah itu fana.
Dunia banyak perkara itu bencana.
Seperti fatamorgana, sekali waktu ada namun kadang tak terasa