here comes another story of mission impossible,,

i watched this movie with 5 my friends,, 

if u asked me hows the movie,, ill said its good but not really good,,

the mission is too easy, and theres some part thats not make sense,, (and in the middle of the movie, my friend asleep

the story is interesting,,different from usual,, 

diary about call girl,, heyy,,its not porn movie,, this is about life, and how a call girl do a living,,

there are 4 seasons,, its end at season 4,, 

nice place

nice food

for u, who wanna hangout with afternoon coffee

where is it?

u can go to Puri Cendrawasih Kav. 9 Magelang

for further information please contact (0293) 3148589

facebook: rumahlu_artcafe@yahoo.com

“Tring” alert sound when someone sending something to my facebook page,,

oo,, theres a message waiting,,

“klik”

*open

*read

*….

*….

*errrrrrr…..

*speechless

the message say: “hy har gpain?”

1. who is har? my name is tanti,, or hartanti,,but its not har

*it was remind me when my first time working here, my big boss called me HARYATI,, which is succesfully make all people there laugh at me, and make it my second name until NOW *errrrrrr

2. “gpain?” whats that mean? why people like to make new phrase on their own *errrrrrr

in mysterious way u started to felt sooo sad,,

i felt it right now,,

when u played a song over and over again,, in mysterious way u started to felt sooo sad,, i felt it right now,, i played a song from yovie and nuno, the title is sampai akhir waktu,, is it because of his voice or the lyric? but more often i played that song,, i felt hurt inside my heart,, i think i can cry,, i miss something,, i dont know what is it,, maybe, i miss being deeply loved,, i dont know exactly,, but i really2 sad,, *but i cant stop playing that song hehe

annnddd

this isssss my firssssstttt….. barbieeee <3

herrreeeeee she comeeeeeesss,,
ahahaha okay this is not barbie picture,, just her wedding dress,,

but my statement is not completely wrong,, my first barbie wear wedding dress,, she was soooo beautiful,, with blonde long hair and blue eyes, jusstt like me

i found this dress on my little red snoopy bag,, my favorite bag when im a kid,, i still have that red snoopy bag, i put it on my drawer, i keep it for now, someday ill give it to other kid, i still love it now *although i cant wear it mihihihi*

the story began with a guy who murdered by his wife, an innocent girl,, she cut her husband’s bodies and put it on her trunk ,,

many years later, theres a family,, with a father who work at church,, a mother who desperately want affection from her husband and turn into having mistresses,, a daughter who always changing partner and act like a bad girl,, and a son who always been bullying by others student,,

suddenly come a house keeper to that house,, her name is Grace,, after that, this family’s life turn to be extraordinary,,

this picture is taken on her 91th birthday (9 December,2011)

get well soon, grandma,, my grandma stay at hospital since sunday night,, its been 2 days,, she felt so sick, she can move her body,, her heart doesnt seem right, so do her lungs looks like full of  white fog,,my father always there, because he is so afraid  my grandma’s condition getting worse,,

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and doing some cleaning,, no no no i didnt sweep the floor!! im sweeping my email,, delete one by one,, suddenly appear some emails which remind me of memories

you, you, you, all of you,, i always smile because of you all

theres things that i regret so much,, but theres things i love the most,,

we cant go back there, right? even if i want it badly,,

people change,, time passed,, cant i go back? (*still asking *)