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Words of Moi (N@DZ Presentation and Perspective): My Little World with Bunny
Words of Moi (N@DZ Presentation and Perspective): My Little World with Bunny: It’s late… but the little girl can’t sleep like the hundred nights before, when she slept like a baby even though her mummy didn’t by her...
My Little World with Bunny
It’s late… but the little girl can’t sleep like the hundred nights before, when she slept like a baby even though her mummy didn’t by her side to read a book of astonishing tales.
Somehow she may have her own tale, a huge unforgettable journey from today to the next day that she will never know exactly how… unless in her own imagination. Hence…, it begins with some papers and a marker to note. She’s wondering what kind of story that she is about to write down.
Could it be an honest lovely princess finding her charming prince…? Ups not exactly, for she is too early to think about true love and live happily ever after! Probably it is about a fearless girl who being talented to have magical and supernatural gift to release hundreds fairies that were tortured to be the slaves inside the dark wizard’s castle? Is that terrific? It just not in her mood to create the heroic major personality now. Moreover, she doesn’t learn much on the capacity or talents that make someone becomes a hero, a savior, or another leading star yet. There will be a time to learn and a more hours to spend …..
So what would be the right point for to write….?
Her hands dancing on the blank paper, Let’s see what she’s going to write….
My Little World with Bunny
What’s so unique about the tale, why those words strike her to create a simple name for her tale? Would you find out more….?
Inpiration at PinkSiz's
Pinksiz's home looked so homy. I loved being there. A little sweet sanctuary for getaway. She had a cute two years old son that always made me LOL. So funny, active, nice and smart toddler. Pinksiz is a good mom, she's great to teach her son (Kyan) with ease and cool. I wish I can be like her one day.
Her sharings affected me. She told me how she build and maintain a beautiful and right relationship with her soulmate, which is her hubby, of course. She used to say that her hubby is a kind of a limited edition man. No matter how suck her cooking, he always never mind about it. He's the one that treated her special, even if. Not just like the unlimited men out there, who used to love their ladies because a hundred flawless.
Whenever they got problems, even the serious complicated one, they usually solve all of them right at the moment as good and as possible. Even they both having long distance relationship, since her hubby got to work at Jakarta and went home once a month, they always never doubt to show their affection and caring to each other. Always maintaining a fun chitchatz every day. Always asking what's new of the day, even it is for a simple one. Always sharing a smile even if sometimes they had bad times.
What a lovely little family. Watching those couple made me realize that the true soulmate or love is truly exist in this unpredictable world. Even sometimes, I got cynical about the belief. Even many times, what I've seen to the men always their suck and arrogant sides. I wish that one day, there will be a knight in shining armor or honey dew for me. A man whose down to earth but having braveheart to treat me fairly as his dearest. A man that always brings joy and affection, especially when I need a shoulder to cry on. Just like a honey dew in the dawn.
Sapaan Si Mungil Bersayap
Si mungil bersayap itu menyambutku ketika letih langkahku menjejak ke dalam kamar. Kepakan sayapnya meluncur ringan di depanku, lantas menghinggapi ke belakang layar datar. Seakan dia tengah bersembunyi, mencari sudut yang tepat untuk mengintaiku.
Aku tersenyum memandang si mungil bersayap itu. Menyapanya ceria. Menganggapnya telah menjadi salah seorang yang dekat di hatiku. Kuperhatikan sepasang sayap yang kali ini tidak berpelangi. Cokelat lurik berbatik, menghadirkannya bak sesosok kupu-kupu yang eksentrik. Tak bisa kumenahan telunjukku untuk menyentuhnya. Tapi mungkin terlalu dini buatnya untuk mempercayaiku di saat perjumpaan pertama kami ini. Lekas dia melesat dariku menuju ke sekitar langit-langit kamar.
Cahaya Matahari senja masih bertahan menelusup ke dalam jendela kamarku yang menganga. Namun si mungil bersayap tak biasa itu nampak betah melayang-layang. Bukannya aku berniat mengusirnya, hanya saja aku mencoba menghargai apa yang diinginkan oleh makhluk-makhluk sepertinya. Kurasa bukan hanya mereka, tapi juga semua makhluk di semesta fana ini. “Kebebasan”, apalagi kalau bukan itu?
Kutinggalkan dia sesaat.
Bahkan si mungil itu masih menari-nari memamerkan keistimewaannya yang selalu membuatku iri, begitu aku kembali masuk. Entah apa yang membuatnya begitu. Apakah Sang Penulis Kisahku tengah menitipkan pesan melalui kepakan-kepakan yang menimbulkan kepenasaranku…? Apakah Beliau tengah bermaksud melenyapkan gelisah dan ciutnya perasaanku sedari awal hari ini…?
Harapanlah yang sanggup kudesahkan. Semoga semuanya akan mengarah ke yang lebih mendamaikan dan melapangkan. Semoga aku tak sekedar menjalaninya, merasakannya lalu melupakannya begitu saja. Semoga aku mampu meresapi setiap makna indah di dalamnya. Menjadikannya bekal yang bermanfaat setiap saat. Semoga kisahku akan secerah matahari pagi kala esok hari. Dan semakin cerah sekalipun mendung kelabu melanda atau bahkan gemuruh badai menerpa {^_^}
Words of Moi (NadzPresentation)
Words of Moi is devoted to those unbelievable and inspiring persons, especially close to my recollections. Mostly are the dignified and genial, but some just the real fakers and crooks who fed me up as exceedingly as taught me indistinctively and ultimately of performing the deceitful depravity. Please pardon my bold words for I just want to write what’s in my brain and my sensitivity…^=^
I’m delighted to thank to all those figures (stimulating or irritating), somehow. They were in my life with conflict, misery, merry and positively remarkable reason. Above all, I’m grateful to The Owner of all lives, the most glorious and most merciful for every enthusiastic events to carve Words of Moi.
The Call by Regina Spektor,
It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye
Just because every thing's changing
Doesn't mean it's never been this way before
All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are as you head off to the war
Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light
You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say goodbye
I will not say goodbye, I believe we’ll reunite much brighter ^=^
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