Date a boy who travels

One article that make me smile, and perhaps you! 
Thanks to Lainnes. 
Date a boy who travels, by lainnnes. 


Date a boy who treasures experience over toys, a hand-woven bracelet over a Rolex. Date the boy who scoffs when he hears the words, “vacation”, “all-inclusive”, or “resort”. Date a boy who travels because he’s not blinded by a single goal but enlivened by many.
You might find him in an airport or at a book store browsing the travel guides – although he “only uses them for reference.”

You’ll know it’s him because when you peek at his computer screen, his background will be a scenic splendor of rolling hills, mountains, or prayer flags. His Facebook friend count will be over-the-roof, and his wall will be plastered with the broken English ‘miss-you’ of friends he met along the way. When he travels, he makes lifelong friends in an hour. And although contact with these friends is sporadic and may be far-between, his bonds are unmessable and if he wanted, he could couch surf the world… again.

Buy him a beer. Once a traveller gets home, people rarely listen to their stories. So listen to him. Allow him to paint a picture that brings you into his world. He might talk fast and miss small details because he’s so excited to be heard. Bask in his enthusiasm. Want it for yourself.

He’ll squeak like an excited toddler when his latest issue of National Geographic arrives in the mail. Then he’ll grow quiet, engrossed, until he finishes his analysis of every photo, every adventure. In his mind, he’ll insert himself in these pictures. He’ll pass the issue on to you and grill you about your dreams and competitively ask about the craziest thing you’ve ever done. Tell him. And know that he’ll probably win. And if by chance you win, know that his next lot in life will be to out do you. But then he’ll say, “Maybe we can do it together.”

Date the boy who talks of distant places and whose hands have explored the stone relics of ancient civilizations and whose mind has imagined those hands carving, chiseling, painting the wonders of the world. And when he talks, it’s as if he’s reliving it with you. You can almost hear his heart racing. You can almost feel the adrenaline ramped up by the moment. You feel it passing through his synapsis, a feast to his eyes entering through those tiny oracles of experience that we call pupils, digesting rapidly through his veins, manifesting into his nervous system, transforming and altering his worldview like a reverse trauma and finally passing, but forever changing the colors of his sight. (Unless he’s Karl Pilkington.) You will want this too.
Date a boy who’s lived out of a backpack because he lives happily with less. A boy who’s travelled has seen poverty and dined with those who live in small shanty’s with no running water, and yet welcome strangers with greater hospitality than the rich. And because he’s seen this, he’s seen how a life without luxury can mean a life fueled by relationships and family, rather than a life that fuels fancy cars and ego. He’s experienced different ways of being, respects alternative religions and he looks at the world with the eyes of a five-year-old, curious and hungry. Your dad will be happy too because he’s good with money and knows how to budget.

This boy relishes home; the comfort of a duvet, the safety stirred in a mom-cooked meal, the easy conversation of childhood friends, and the immaculate glory of the flush-toilet. Although fiercely independent, he has had time to reflect on himself and his relationships. Despite his wanderlust, he knows and appreciates his ties to home. He has had a chance to miss and be missed. Because of this, he also knows a thing or two about goodbyes. He knows the overwhelming uncertainty of leaving the comforts of home, the indefinite see-you-laters at the departure gates, and yet he fearlessly goes into the unknown because he knows the feeling of return. And that the I’ve-missed-you-hug is the best type of hug in the whole world. He also knows that goodbyes are just prolonged see-you-laters and that ‘hello’ is only as far away as the nearest internet cafe.

Don’t hold onto this boy. Let this boy go and go with him. If you haven’t travelled, he will open your eyes to a world beyond the news and popular perception. He will open your dreams to possibility and reality. He will calm your nerves when you’re about to miss a flight or when your rental blows a flat, because he knows the journey is the adventure. He will make light of the unsavory noises you make when you – and you will – get food poisoning. He will make you laugh through the discomfort all while dabbing your forehead with a cold cloth and nursing you with bottled water. He will make you feel like you’re home.
When you see something beautiful, he will hold your hand in silence, in awh the history of where his feet stand, and the fact that you’re with him.

He will live in every moment with you, because this is how he lives his life. He understands that happiness is no more than a string of moments that displace neutrality, and he is determined to tie as many of these strings together as he can. He also understands your need to live for yourself and that you have a bucketlist of your own. Understand his. Understand that your goals may at some points differ, but that independence is the cornerstone of a healthy relationship when it’s mutually respected. You may lose him for a bit, but he will always come home bearing a new story and a souvenir he picked up because it reminded him of you, like it was made for you, and because he missed you. You might be compelled to do the same. Make sure that independence is on your bucketlist, and make sure it’s checked. Independence will keep your relationship fresh and exciting, and when you’re together again it will forge a bond of unbreakable trust.

He’ll propose when you’ve breached your comfort-zone, whether it be a fear like skydiving or swimming with sharks, or sitting next to the smelly person on an overcrowded bus. It won’t be with a diamond ring, but with a token from a native culture or inspired by nature, like the penguin and the pebble.

You will get married somewhere unassumed, surrounded by a select few, in a moment constructed to celebrate venturing into the unknown together again. Marry the boy who’s travelled and together you will make the whole world your home. Your honeymoon will not be forgotten to a buffet dinner and all-you-can-drink beach bars, but will be remembered in the triumphant photographs at the top of Kilimanjaro and memorialized in the rewarding ache of muscles at the end of a long days hike.

When you’re ready, you will have children that have the names of the characters you met on your journeys, the foreign names of people who dug a special place in your heart if only for a few days. Perhaps you will live in another country, and your children will learn of language and customs that open their minds from the very start, leaving no room for prejudice. He will introduce them to the life of Hemingway, the journey of Santiago, and empower them to live even bigger than both of you.

Marry a boy who travels and he’ll teach your children the beauty of a single stone, the history of the Incas and he will instill in them the bravery of possibility. He will explain to them that masking opportunity, there is fear. He will teach them to concur it.

And when you’re old, you’ll sit with your grandchildren pouring over your photo albums and chest of worldly treasures, while they too insert themselves into your photographs, sparked by the beauty of the world and inspired by your life in it.

Find a boy who travels because you deserve a life of adventure and possibility. You deserve to live light and embrace simplicity. You deserve to look at life through the eyes of youth and with your arms wide open. Because this is where you will find joy. And better, you will find joy together. And if you can’t find him, travel. Go. Embrace it. Explore the world for yourself because dreams are the stuff reality is made from.

January 5th

Yesterday
I waited for your friends to walk away
So I could say just what I mean

I know we're moving fast
We're running from the past
I'm holding on before it fades away

Could it be that maybe it's our first mistake
And Baby that's alright
It's crazy how we lost ourselves tonight
There's a reason why they say that we should give it time
But time is not enough
And that's the reason why
When you're young you fall in love *)

Everybody made mistake and so did we. I couldn't belive how much I go far away from you and how much girls I met I'll go back to the first time I stand and open my arm for the same girl I use to love. 

You just have to understand that every tears you drop is not worth it. For the same guy you think belong to you. Hell no! second chance just made once and now I won't let it you give him more. 

But I'm sorry for the kiss I gave. A kiss that's not only stop your tear but also make you run and tried to deny something we have. Give us time. I know for sure. 

*The click five - The reason why 

Copy-Paste then Try to Understand

Dear Future boyfriend,

I want you to be my best friend, point blank plain and simple. I wanna be goofy and dorky with you. I wanna be able to tease you and have fun with you. Crack jokes and call you names and do stupid stuff with you. As long as I’m with you and we’re both smiling. We can do whatever but I want that best friend type relationship with you, that’s all. We can tell each other everything and anything and no matter what happens, any fight or argument, we work it out and we continue loving each other. I don’t wanna yell at you and call you names when I’m angry. I’d rather sit down with you and talk about what there is that we need to fix if we wanna be with each other cause that’s what couples do right ? They make sacrifices for each others happiness and for the sake of their love. I will do everything for the time God keeps our relationship going, to keep you happy. Don’t ever want to lose you over some bullshit. 

Every girl has their wishes for their each relationship. 

                              Some want to be perfect and some just want it flows like the way it is. 

      It doesn't mean impossible to have like what someone wrote above. 

                It's up to you want to bring yours where. 

                                                                                                              Just make it! 

       But still you can't force everything like what you want. 

Can we?

We can do this together right? Because I'm dreaming that one day you are gonna holding my hand in every corner of street, from Sevilla to Africa, from the dessert to the mountain.
But firstly, just back from the future to the present, to the time we'll meet under the rain or even on the snows, to the time we can share all the romance in the middle of pizza, old songs, and movies.

The Main Casts of KKN

Aneh dan serba terburu-buru awalnya, seminggu selepas PPL harus kembali disibukan oleh kegiatan percobaan kampus yang disebut KKN. Tetek bengek PPL aja belum kelar masih harus mengurus kegiatan KKN, jadilah segala preparing perihal KKN terbengkalai membuat saya jadi orang yang terlihat tidak perduli sedikitpun tentang KKN-well, setengahnya memang benar.

Tidak akan membahas tentang kampus bukan juga kegiatan tentang KKN tapi ini tentang orang-orang yang telah menjadi bagian dari hidup saya selama satu bulan itu. Dalam satu atap berbagi rasa senang, sedih, emosi, romansa cinta, tawa, dan lain-lain.

Saya akan mencoba memperkenalkan mereka satu persatu dan mencoba untuk mendeskripsikan mereka dari sudut pandang saya. Punten-punten nih kalau kesindir. hahahahaha

Dimulai dari Ibu negara alias ketua kelompok 33,
1. Ice 
"She's kinda though person, emotional, and moody."

2. Yessi (Masjid)
"My roommate! she's my best friend ever!"

3. Wini
"Kecil tapi makannya banyak! jealous sometimes, hahaha. Sangat bersahabat terutama sama anak-anak."

4. Eliyah (kaos kaki edan)
"Cantik dan jago masak. Sempet salah perkiraan di awal tapi ternyata kita bisa jadi dekat."

5. Aena (Neng)
"Paling baik, a bit childish. Cutest."

6. Mely
"She's funny and nice. I like the way she talks. Boyband em! hehehe"

7. Siska
"A bit mysterious, so far she's nice enough."

8. Suci
"Kreatif...!"

9. Ditha (wong sugih)
"Kalau bicara pasti semangat :) I like the way she talks too, apalagi kalo lagi ngobrol sama teh Mely. RAME :)"

10. Mus (Muzdalifah)
"Ini orang ko bisa ya lucu banget..cara bicaranya apa adanya dan tanpa jeda."

11. Irma (Mba Ir)
"Pendiem, polos, nice."

12. Rusi (biting)
Rame nih anak ternyata, apalagi kalo ngobrol sebelum tidur."

13. Epih
"Ibu muda......"

14. ME
"Ah, masa ngomongin diri sendiri. hehehe. Komen aja deh seperti apa saya dimata kalian."

Nah...waktunya cowok-cowok bumbum nih. hahaha

15. Bang Eko
"Tempat curhat anak-anak kayaknya sekaligus orang pertama yang kena semprot perihal hal yang di curhatkan. Suka Galau masalah cewek matre."

16. Kak Oban
"Pmeikirannya nyeleneh (sakarep dewek) tapi bisa jadi penengah yang baik. Suka Galau juga di Facebook.

17. Wawan (Acang)
"Baik sih tapi.....................baik kok."

18. Firly
"Ojegnya anak-anak tah? hahahaha."

19. Dede
Boyband em! Metroseksual banget. Aduh bawel banget kalo lagi ngeluh....cakepnya ilang deh -_-. hahaha"

20. Dodi
"Misterius banget. Terakhir terungkap kalau dia galau jugaaa, hahahaha mamang Galau."

Sudah cukup. Pandangan saya tentang mereka hanya sebatas apa yang saya ungkapkan di atas. Berdasarkan apa yang saya lihat dan saya rasakan selama satu bulan itu.

Terima kasih semuanya. Terima kasih telah menjadi bagian dari memori saya.
Peace yo!

Story about Her

She was 21 yesterday, an ordinary cute chubby girl who never known how it feels like being loved by a guy. She's not looking bad in any way. She's cute but also smart, in another way be one of them is a great thing but smart and cute just make her look terrible in her crush's eyes, this guy who thinks that smart is better than combined with something called open minded than cute, one makes it complete but two just make it death. The silly thought that because he just doesn't know who is her. Mostly just because she ignores all the guys who want her because she's too wrapped up in the one -her crush- who does not. And after 6 years she plays hide and seek with her love to him. She arrived in the level -totally stupid to thinking- that she wants him for so long but he never give her any feedback. Beside she's tired too that all over her friends have boyfriend and they are keeping ask about when she will end her loneliness. 

She decided then to forget her crush, and she used all the rest of her saving to visit her aunt who live in overseas. She needed some fresh air, she needed new experience, and she needed any possibility that would come to her life in new place. Left her 6 years crush behind and took off to the land that she could find any possibility. 

So, she's 22 today, sitting on the audience bench between hundreds coloring people that have some purpose, watch their team win in the local tournament. It's her second times she watch the tournament with her aunt after 10 years. But she's feeling not sure to watch the game, she's feeling so sleepy because she stayed up along night accompany her aunt watch romantic movie, Serendipity that made her think if it's already exist or not? She's just doubt.

It's summer. All audiences seem sinking in their euphoria whatever it's for the game or for summer which means sunburn, passion, and free soul. They are just so excited. She's looking around and too tired looking for the game or even hundreds people there, it's just make her head in totally complicated feeling. Trying to move on and leave the past is not seems like easy enough. Sometimes she really wants to look to her facebook, and finding his name, and trying to make some punch lines like she uses to do to him. Stupid think that she realized for next moment so, after tell her aunt she takes her walk to the cafeteria inside the stadium, gonna find something that can chillin her mind.

She can hear that everyone is screaming out there and guessing that someone made a mistake to make some strikes and lost his last inning. She's enjoying her iced tea and decided to stay inside for awhile even she's a bit curios of the game outside. She's sitting on the small bench which is properly serve for the costumer. The benches just six and all of them are facing each other like a common bench in the park.  She's not the only one, there's an old couple 2 benches in front of her with their grandson who plays with his baseball hat with his favorite team on it.

Then she see him, sweating in his baseball suit, walking tired but not making him look less. He sits there, right on the bench in front of her. All she can do is just starring at him, captivated. She looks his face burned like tomato under the heath then she realized that he has dimple on his right cheek when he's smiling to that kid.She thinks that he's perfectly perfect, well he's brunette, has those hazel eyes, tall, tann, and all those things just make her out of her mind kinda that all her types already in that guy. Anyway she got this brave, she's smiling to him when their eyes coincidentally meet. She kinda want to try to take a chance on him, not in a bad way it's just something that she has to more acting than just planning, and take the possibility. And guess what he's smiling back to her. Now that she's feeling her face turns hot.

She's totally out of thinking. Let her wild imagination running circle then run free to the next decade she can't even reach. What if is the most trouble in her. Every things that can't be happen just make her afraid. "What if he's not......" next "What if he doesn't...." other next "What if that our differences can't be one?"...bal bla bla. She thinks too much, full of worry. She even doesn't arrive to next step, OMIGOD! he's just smiling back.

She stands up then decided to go back to the audience bench. She just afraid of something that maybe won't be happen. She takes her two steps until one voice call her back and make her stop.

That guy, she sees. Running to her with his big smile on his face.
"Hey! wait! I know it's kinda silly but it's for you." He gives her a piece of paper then put his hat on his head back.
"You can read after I go, uhm....and I really wish I can meet you after the game in the same place." half of whisper he's gone. Leaving this chubby girl with her shocking face. After she realized she hands that paper then she opens it.

 

What I have to do is dismiss you

And all those words I tried to write

And all those brave I tried to come out

And all those fears I tried to keep in

And all those things have to be nothing

Six years passed by since I met you there

You walked by in front of me and I can smell your move came down slowly

I was captivated in every corner of your voices

You were standing there and I acted stupid to catch your attention

Irritated me with your girl in every way I walked around

Here, there.

Was it romance? Or it was a girl who just too much dreaming

You are my present, and hope for a gift

You lost your girl and I ready to come in

We talk sometimes behind our sit till the night come late

Was it love? Or a girl who just to much dreaming

And I hope too much, expected more that it should be

And every word, every brave, every fear just my present

And you are not my gift.

Dismiss you is the hardest thing I’ve ever do

For this six years I’m waiting for you

For this earth that miss the rain

For all those things I’ve tried to do