Day #8 You are The Apple to My Eye
Duh, beneran kan, masa hiatus itu bisa mengobrak-abrik rutinitas. Makanya sampai sekarang writing challenge ini masih terbengkalai. Maafkan. Terpaksa mengeluarkan intermezzo lagi.
--Ini mah bukan intermezzo lagi
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Day 8 might be harder for me. But anyway, Have you checked my header pic? The new one. That apples things. You are the apple to my eye. There's nothing to do with the movie titled so. It just because, I pick wrong color. I supposed to not use red color to color the dress, it simply made the girl blend with the apple tree. But I realize, the meaning of that red girl appearance might be the same as an apple to her sister's eyes. So then, the tittle means,
I made it tribute to my beloved sister, Fatma Zakiyya whom now had already four! She would attend preschool in this semester. She might be so excited to this thing. I mean, she always pursue me to do her homework (Look, she even already had a homework!) together. This Ramadhan I would say, better than the last one.
Not the best yet, but still, better. May be it is because of Fatma and her daily activities color my gloomy days. That's why that picture of mine dedicated for my precious dearest sister, Fatma. The apple in my eyes.
As addition, that picture was submitted as a ramadhan artwork challenge nominator. Nothing, just simply wanna join. Or may be because I do really need money and stuffs soon? Both are okay. Those might be not true, but doesn't mean false. But yeah, that's one of my work as an ikhtiar. And for me, there's nothing wrong with it.
Ah yeah, and that's also might be the reason why I didn't accept almost all of the buber invitation. I don't have a lot of time to spend only for have a chit chat and laugh at a same time neither money to pay the high cost of foods. Hey, we'd rather have a simple dinner at home don't we? Free of charge and eat as much as you want. Beside, there so many things awaiting to be done. Like khatmil Qur'an before Ramadhan over, or helping your mother serves meal, and also thousands project to be drawn true.
But somehow, I still accept a few. Just because it is really need or in an urgent situation. What do you mean? Urgent? Not that kind of urgent situation, just in case I'm doubt without my attendant it would make a little miss-understanding right after time. Nah, that's.
I didn't mean to write this much tonight. And it was quite surprise that I could make paragraphs. I'm really sorry, it should be an intermezzo, but in the end I found it like a word vomit. Or kind of diary? I'm apologize.
--Ini mah bukan intermezzo lagi
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Day 8 might be harder for me. But anyway, Have you checked my header pic? The new one. That apples things. You are the apple to my eye. There's nothing to do with the movie titled so. It just because, I pick wrong color. I supposed to not use red color to color the dress, it simply made the girl blend with the apple tree. But I realize, the meaning of that red girl appearance might be the same as an apple to her sister's eyes. So then, the tittle means,
Blue girl: Hey, you looks like the apple to my eye. My precious sweet.
I made it tribute to my beloved sister, Fatma Zakiyya whom now had already four! She would attend preschool in this semester. She might be so excited to this thing. I mean, she always pursue me to do her homework (Look, she even already had a homework!) together. This Ramadhan I would say, better than the last one.
Not the best yet, but still, better. May be it is because of Fatma and her daily activities color my gloomy days. That's why that picture of mine dedicated for my precious dearest sister, Fatma. The apple in my eyes.
As addition, that picture was submitted as a ramadhan artwork challenge nominator. Nothing, just simply wanna join. Or may be because I do really need money and stuffs soon? Both are okay. Those might be not true, but doesn't mean false. But yeah, that's one of my work as an ikhtiar. And for me, there's nothing wrong with it.
Ah yeah, and that's also might be the reason why I didn't accept almost all of the buber invitation. I don't have a lot of time to spend only for have a chit chat and laugh at a same time neither money to pay the high cost of foods. Hey, we'd rather have a simple dinner at home don't we? Free of charge and eat as much as you want. Beside, there so many things awaiting to be done. Like khatmil Qur'an before Ramadhan over, or helping your mother serves meal, and also thousands project to be drawn true.
But somehow, I still accept a few. Just because it is really need or in an urgent situation. What do you mean? Urgent? Not that kind of urgent situation, just in case I'm doubt without my attendant it would make a little miss-understanding right after time. Nah, that's.
I didn't mean to write this much tonight. And it was quite surprise that I could make paragraphs. I'm really sorry, it should be an intermezzo, but in the end I found it like a word vomit. Or kind of diary? I'm apologize.
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