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Day 172 in 2017

An Ode to the Birthday President 

You were once an impossible dream for the nation,

An uncustomary diamond,

And exceptional phenomenon. 

Working your fingers to the bone, 

You are giving yourself as a person, 

More than just a president.

It still feels like a dream turned on;

Thank you, and happy birthday, Mr. President! 

President Joko Widodo 


Day 138 in 2017

Oh how I miss December,

When the warmth of love radiates my universe,

As the little lights shine through the entire house. 

The heart jumps up the moment I greet each morning, 

As if surprises await around the corner, 

Waiting for me to chant my wish verse. 

The joy causes my life to arouse, 

In the festive days like Spring. 

Day 95 in 2017

Dear birthday, 

Thank you for reminding us of 

How strong we can be.

All the used-to-be impossible 

Has become an illusion. 

The more years we walk through 

The stronger we become; 

For strength is not in the muscle nor numbers, 

But in the grateful heart. 

Day 18 in 2017

My mother in law turns seventy-four. 

She loves to give her affection more 

To those who are in pain and sore

Without any requests before.

The more number of days you’ve been through, 

The less you think about you. 

The longer the path you’ve walked through, 

The bolder the courage grows within you! 

A birthday poem for my baby sister

You are the littlest

But never the least

The baby sister

But not babyish at all.


The course of life has taught you well

To stand still in the midst of the storm,

And to peacefully dwell

In the midst of your beloved swarm,


Here in the house of your beloved,

There is abundance of love,

And you never run out of it,

For that’s all that we can give.










To my darling sister on her valentine birthday

Once you said,

Happiness is homemade,

It is well-said,

For our beloved clade


May your life spread more fragrance,

To all human in every distance,

As it becomes an outstanding stance,

Wherever they find your cheerful presence.


May your abs be as tight as Mrs. Rossdale,

As you always beat the weight scale,

Turns the head of male and female,

And never let yourself turn frail.

Happy 45th birthday!





It’s the end of December, it’s the end of the year…


It’s the end of December,

and I haven’t posted anything.

I was busy, I got sick,

hospitalized for three days

t’was really something.

Got three packs of blood,

to increase the haemo level,

got to eat lots of food,

yes, to increase the haemo level!

It’s the end of December,

favorite month of the year.

It’s my birthday, it’s Christmas,

all can be found in one month.

I love presents, all around,

birthday is for receiving,

Christmas is for the giving,

both are the symbols of affection,

to and from me.

It’s the end of December,

Got a MacBook for my birthday,

Yippie yey, yippie yo, yippie yay!

Promise myself to blog everyday

and shoot more pics

even when I’m sick!

It’s the end of the year,

have been thinking and contemplating,

on how 2011 has treated me,

and vice versa…

now I’m wondering,

how 2012 will treat me,

and vice versa…

Learned a lot in 2011,

and will surely learn more in 2012.


it’s the end of December,

it’s the end of the year.

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