The Untitled

~ scribes, thoughts, viewfinder, life
This Pandora Internet radio is awesome!

This Pandora Internet radio is awesome!

Instagram: Photo Tips: iPhone Lenses

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Ever wonder how people get those incredible close-up shots of tiny bugs or that fisheye shot of the entire sky using only their phones? We don’t want to give away any secrets, but they’re most likely using either the Olloclip, an all-in-one snap on lens that includes fisheye, macro and wide…

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if an amateur kitchen like mine can make it, so can yours!

if an amateur kitchen like mine can make it, so can yours!

My very best friend, who always listens to me, loves me who I am what I am. I’ve never met a man like him so special and so patience with me before. I thank You so much that I’ve been given this man to spend my life with, otherwise I’ll be a miserable and lost lass the whole time. I promise to love him entirely with all my heart and soul for You, ya Allah. Thank You for being so kind to me. 
(in the midst of gratitude towards life)

My very best friend, who always listens to me, loves me who I am what I am. I’ve never met a man like him so special and so patience with me before. I thank You so much that I’ve been given this man to spend my life with, otherwise I’ll be a miserable and lost lass the whole time. I promise to love him entirely with all my heart and soul for You, ya Allah. Thank You for being so kind to me. 

(in the midst of gratitude towards life)

we are the saint of hope

tell you an immaculate truth

cut in between the redness of your speech

about life in the madness of shaking world

you said we are the saint of hope

but then you escape from giving hope

when hope is lost somewhere in the dessert

absorbed in the rain

decomposed in a shape of maggot

so, where is it?

who are we?

we are the saint of hope NOT!

(ab2011)

impian

kutelan impian-impian itu

hingga waktu menggeragasi usia

dan ketika kumati

kuminta kau meraihkannya untukku.

I miss Dad. I think he knew.
I don’t talk much to my own father, but I could chat for hours with Dad. 
I wish he’s here and listening to what I am going to say. 
I miss Dad.

I miss Dad. I think he knew.

I don’t talk much to my own father, but I could chat for hours with Dad. 

I wish he’s here and listening to what I am going to say. 

I miss Dad.

fire

…there is a fire in my chest

slowly burning me inside…

and so you said.

ketika masa

ketika masa berhenti

maka kitapun

mati.

to my children

one day,

just one day, my children

I will grow my wings and fly up to the Sky.

when the time comes,

I want you to say a prayer for me and smile.

if you look up and see the brightest star twinkles at you,

that will be me.

(shattered scattered thought-ab2011)