is it love? http://www.facebook.com/notes/wiloni-vania-matana/bukan-tentang-cinta/10150747212813969
NEVER will talking love over reach the same intersection ... :-p
because the senses and feelings of every person have different ends.
Sometimes I miss love but somehow... in this time I'm extremely bored with it.
"A day in the evening, while I was walking toward the palace which belongs to my family,,,
I saw three little kids who were dirty, naughty (i think), they were sitting and pulling the legs each other.
HEAD which for some people is an honor ... - for crown will never be put on the chest, waist, especially on the foot - it does not apply to them. pulling the head to the right again to the left again side to side is a show for me in my hot afternoon.
I shrank my forehead and lifted my eyebrow... for a moment I was trapped in a daydream; I reminded a man's "hand'', the man who ever gently stroked my head ... but suddenly my daydream was shattered... by the same hand, he ever slapped me harshly...#huekzzz (ok maybe, a honor of head is not counted in intimacy - slapping or pulling head easily when getting a high temper or just for fun or kidding becomes acceptable, yahhhhh...)- As the ladies certainly ever held the king's head when they were on bed .. (oopzz)) Suddenly I was shocked, i stopped my daydreaming immediately! wow, I turn out myself that I was outing at the zoo which was special for dogs, pigs, and monkeys... and they were defecating... yea ... the words came out easily of their mouth, the little kids who didn't wear sandals and put powder on their cheeks.
"Do not judge the book by its cover" but it seemed like meaningless to apply it to the three brothers; the is a flower between two beetles. Their shabby clothes reflected their uneducated words from the heart that has been pure before but it is no longer pure... :(
I froze for a while and I was thunderstruck as though my face curled up under the mattress and began to shrivel... I walk faster to arrive home sooner.. I glanced at them again; three pieces of musical instruments from bottle caps called "ketcrekan" appeared from their t-shirts and I realized that I saw little girl's handicapped legs which made me sigh, sigh,... "
# and cry. (WVM)
