Hello~~~ Long time no see~
Siapa yang suka cheesecake sama kue coklat???
Pasti banyak yang suka kan~??
Gue udah beberapa kali coba bikin cheesecake sama kue coklat, dan akhirnya berhasil bikin yang enak.
Cheesecake yang asin diimbangi dengan kue coklat yang manis.
Bagi yang suka wajib coba banget~
Recipe :
Selamat mencoba~ ENJOY! 😀
Mencintai dan dicintai bukanlah hal yang mudah dalam hidup.
Terkadang mencintai seseorang justru menjadi hal yang menyakitkan.
Ya, sakit.
Ketika cinta itu tak terbalas, tapi kamu tidak bisa melupakan cinta itu.
Sakit.. sakit yang tidak ada obatnya.
Betapa bodohnya mempertahankan cinta itu, padahal jelas tidak ada yang bisa diharapkan dari cinta itu.
“I wonder if i ever cross your mind, for me it happens all the time”
Hope someone will come and make me forget about him… Please….
When you realize you like someone, suddenly someone came and loved him .. and then that feeling was gone like the wind though left a pain on your heart ..
When you’ve been hurt, and closed the door of the heart ..
someone come knock it ..
want to accept that feeling …
but you’re too afraid to accept the reality that will come if you received that feeling …
that feeling called love ..
you don’t know love ..
THIS IS LOVE, for you
Gw baru aja patah hati. tapi benih cinta udah muncul lagi.
sebenernya dari dulu benih cinta itu sudah ada, tapi baru di taruh belum bertumbuh.
sekarang benih itu mulai bertumbuh.
ketika gw ada di sblhnya gw grogi dan dag dig dug.
mata gw rasanya selalu ingin memperhatikan dia.
tapi, sayangnya gw merasa bahwa benih ini akan tumbuh dgn percuma seperti benih yang lain. yang akhirnya hancur atau layu.
kenapa gw harus lebih tua dari dia,
kenapa gw harus memiliki fisik seperti ini,
dan kenapa dia tidak memiliki cinta yang sama.
seandainya dia memiliki benih cinta yang sama……
Kenapa orang harus bersatu dengan alasan cinta? Jika akhirnya mereka berpisah dengan alasan rasa cinta itu sudah tidak ada?
Kenapa harus berpisah ketika sudah menghasilkan buah cinta, dan akhirnya merugikan pihak lain. Membuat trauma sana sini. Dan membuat sengsara.
Kenapa tidak sejak dari awal saja orang hidup sendiri-sendiri. Tidak usah mengikat janji macam-macam di depan Tuhan. Tidak mengeluarkan uang untuk biaya acara. Tidak usah keluar uang banyak untuk beli rumah besar. Dan akhirnya tidak merugikan dan menyakiti pihak bernama ‘ANAK’.
Sadarkah kalian orang tua? Betapa pertengkaran kalian itu menyakiti hati dan menghancurkan hari-hari anak kalian?
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
Setelah membaca cerita tersebut gue merasa WAW! jujur saja, di rumah ortu sering berantem, dan membuat gue pusing juga sedih. gue takut suatu saat mereka pisah. gue harus gimana kalo itu  terjadi. Setelah gue baca cerita tersebut, gue jadi berpikir, mungkin ada masalah yang mereka tidak bisa selesaikan dalam pernikahan mereka, seperti masalah gue dengan teman gue di post sebelumnya. tapi beda konteks dan akibat yang ada dari keputusan yang diambil lebih besar.
ya, cinta emang complicated banget. pesan gue, buat para orang tua yang lagi bertengkar jangan buru-buru ingin bercerai inget anak-anak kalian juga perasaan orang yang ingin diceraikan. dan buat lu pada yang orang tuanya sering bertengkar kayak gue, coba bilang ke mereka kalo lu sayang mereka dan ga pengen mereka berantem apa lagi bercerai.
keluarga masing-masing kita punya satu, dan keluarga ga bisa hilang bahkan sampai kita mati. selama kita masih ada bersama keluarga kita, sayangilah mereka.
Teman, ga semuanya sahabat. Dan sahabat itu sulit dicari. Syukurilah jika kamu punya sahabat saat ini.
Saat nulis ini, gue cuma anak berumur 17thn, kelas 2 SMA di Santa Ursula BSD, dan gue masuk jurusan bahasa. Dan gue bangga gue masuk bahasa. Gue bangga karena gue ada di kelas bahasa, anak-anaknya yang sedikit, pelajarannya, dan karena apapun yang ada di kelas bahasa membuat gue bangga. Â You can find things that you can’t guess in language class. every little thing happen here.
Salah satu yang paling gue banggakan adalah jumlah anak kelas bahasa yang cuma 11 anak. Karena menurut gue dengan hanya 11 anak, kami semua bisa jadi lebih deket dan kami akan bersama 2 tahun. Apalagi wali kelas yang selalu mendukung kelas bahasa. Ya, kita emang jadi deket banget, semua masalah langsung ketauan dan harus segera diselesaikan. Itu niat kita semua, masalah harus segera diselesaikan. Tapi nyatanya, ga semua masalah mudah dihadapi dan bisa langsung diselesaikan. Well.., tergantung dari sikap masing-masing orang saat menghadapi masalah tersebut. Ada masalah yang setelah diselesaikan bisa membuat pertemanan kita semakin dekat. Tapi ada satu masalah yang justru membuat kita semakin jauh dan terpisah. Padahal kita cuma ber11, kalo kepisah-pisah gimana?? Berasa makin dikit aja isi kelasnya. Jujur gue sedih. Sedih banget dengan keadaan kelas gue sekarang. Ada anak yang menurut gue menjadi ‘ketua geng’ para cowo (sebut A). Dan masalah dimulai dari dia menulis sesuatu di blog kelas, dan bertindak seolah ga ada yang terjadi. Gue tau banget tulisannya tujuannya sih baik buat jadi cerminan tapi ga gitu caranya. Lebih baik ngomong langsung. Dan yang berbuat salah (sebut E) udah usaha minta maaf juga udah memperbaiki sikap, seharusnya yang nulis itu bisa mencoba memaafkan. Tapi nyatanya, kalo gue liat, A malah jadi benci sama E. Selalu ga seneng dengan hal yang dilakukan E. Dan makin lama dia makin seenaknya sendiri. Ngomong apa tapi ngelakuin apa. Ya, A ‘menjilat ludahnya sendiri’, tapi dia ga sadar itu. Dan dia ga pernah dengerin tiap ada orang ngomong, selalu pada pendiriannya sendiri. ato memaksakan setiap hal yang dia mau. Tadinya gue ga mau benci sama dia, gue udah coba itu, tapi dia yang membuat gue jadi benci dia. Jujur sejujurnya, gue kangen banget pertemanan kelas gue yang lama. Yang selalu apa adanya, ga ada tipu-tipuan di dalemnya, dan ga ada jaim-jaimnya
Friendship is more than a diamond, berharga dan nilainya melebihi berlian apapun di bumi ini. Jangan pernah sia-siain pertemanan, karena mungkin kalian ga bisa bertemu teman yang seperti kalian punya saat ini.Â
Memang, kelas kecil yang cuma ber11 lebih bisa mengutamakan kebersamaan. Karena isinya lebih sedikit dan lebih mudah untuk dikoordinir. Tapi ga disetiap acara kelas, setiap anak pasti bisa ikut. Ga selalu bisa ber11. Dan si  A selalu memaksakan kita untuk pergi ber11 kalau udah disebut kebersamaan. Dan dia ngotot. Tapi di acara jalan-jalan yang terakhir dia ga ikut padahal dia ngotot. Tadinya ini cuma acara makan doang mumpung libur, kita yang cewe-cewe nanya mereka bisa ikut ga, kalo ga bisa ya udah. Dan si A bikin acara jadi ribet banget. Ujung-ujungnya yang pergi cuma ber4 and it was fun! ga usah ribet kebersamaan di awal, tapi kebersamaan dibangun ketika lu berkumpul dengan orang-orang. Kumpul, ngobrol bareng, jalan-jalan bareng, makan bareng, ketawa-ketawa bareng, menurut gue disitulah namanya kebersamaan sebenarnya. Ada saatnya semua bisa ngumpul, tapi ada saatnya hanya beberapa yang datang. Bukan memaksakan harus semua hadir, tapi menikmati waktu yang ada bersama orang lain.
Gue pun belajar banyak dari 2 kejadian di kelas dan berkat 1 orang di kelas.
Bahwa pertemanan itu sangat berharga, dan kebersamaan adalah saat di mana gue menikmati waktu yang ada bersama orang lain.
really miss miss our old friendship
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