maaf untuk masalalu saya yang sangat indah 

maaf untuk 'kamu' yang saya abaikan 

maaf untuk semuanya 

ini hanya antisipasi saya agar tidak mabuk memori

terimakasih ya stranger

-nabya bahaqita-

oke alhamdulillah sekarang gue MOVE .
sekarang dia masa lalu gue . sejarah lah ibaratnya
dia selalu ada di hati gue sampe kapanpun
dia tetep jadi seseorang yang ada lah di hati gue
dia itu sebenernya salah satu pertanyaan yang belum terjawab .
tapi forget it ah !! secara dia MASA LALU gue
sekarang harus liat yang pasti pasti aja



ps : masa lalu itu sejarah , hidup gue sekarang bukan kemaren .
makasih buat semua masa laluku . aku sangat menghargai kedatangan kalian DULU di hidup aku .



-NABYA BAHAQITA-

sayaang sama orang itu ga perlu pake alasan . sayang sama orang itu bukan pilihan . kalo kita sayang sama seseorang dan kita bisa mendeskripsikan perasaan itu , berarti  bukan sayang namanya . karna sayaang itu gapernah punya alsan dan gapernah bisa di deskripsikan . thats love :)

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Dear 2011,

You're a new year. Another 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, 8760 hours, 525.600 minutes, 3.153.600 seconds of struggle, growth, and progress. I know that you'll give me new memories, new adventures, new sadness, new happiness, new shits, new heartaches, new experiences, new tears, new laughs. New mistakes, new promises, and also new regrets.

I hope I create a story that I love. I hope I make something beautiful and take risks. I hope I dare myself to do brave things. I hope I will see a conviction and see it through. I hope I fall in love --with a person or God. I hope I discover the miracle of faith. I hope life breaks me from disaster, I hope I come out brand new and beautiful. I hope I have the courage to take the weak things and amplify them until my life overflows with only the good stuff. I hope I see the world and meet interesting people. I hope I have an absolutely passionate love affair with life.

Someday my prince will come. Someday we’ll meet again. And away to his castle we’ll go. To be happy forever I know.

Someday when spring is here. We’ll find our love anew. And the birds will sing. And wedding bells will ring. Some day when my dreams...

Great love

is when you shed tears and still care about him

is when he does not care about you and you are still waiting for the faithful

was when he began to love others and you still can smile and say ‘I’m happy for you’

But, when love is dead you.

Mother

MOTHER’S ARE THE SWEETEST.

Our mother is the sweetest and

Most delicate of all.

She knows more of paradise

Than angels can recall.

She’s not only beautiful

But passionately young,

Playful as a kid, yet wise

As one who has lived long.

Her love...