It’s the worst feeling in the world to love and hate someone all at the same time.

And it’s hard to watch things change when all you want is for them to stay the same.

It’s funny but stupid how you want everything and nothing at the same time.

It’s crazy how you want to let go but keep holding on,

and when you want to move on but you’re stuck right where you started.

When feelings come and go and you can’t decide what you want.

When you have so many things to say but you don’t know where to start.

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but the simplest point,

I like you

Definitely

I never thought that I'd miss everything there.
Actually, I never thought I could miss something or someone this much.

I absolutely miss the people there, my beloved ones. And sometimes, I just can't hold the tears any longer. I miss my super very best friends ever; our trip, jokes, quality times, gossips.

I miss my classmates and schoolmates, of course the teachers too.

I miss the massive buildings, the huge fields, the smells of the wind, the girls, the boys, the stories, the gossips, the mysteries, the activities, the floors, the canteens, the porches, and I miss the way it felt when I got off from my car in the morning, stepped into the school gate, and the wind swayed my hair and started to linger my body, and it smelt like tree and beach.

I miss my super very best friends; who always there beside me whenever I was in happiness or sadness, who willing and sincere to go forward to protect me, who always be the very first persons I told my story, and who always yelled and mad at me for my best. I know now they can't always be there beside me whenever I'm sad or happy, and now they can't always be the very first persons I told my story. But they're still my very best people I've ever known and best friends will always keep in touch and meet again. I just love them really much.

I also miss my old neighbourhood. The calm streets, the people, my friends, the parks, the neighbours, the flowers, the trees, the chirping birds, the smells of cut grass... Everything looks beautiful, calm, peaceful, comfort, and safe. That's where I first learned how to ride a bicycle, where I first learned how to ride a motorcycle... where I used to spend my afternoon time taking walk with friends. The atmospheres are what I miss really much.

I miss being home, literally, completely missing everything there.

And hey,

I'm still here too, http://colorsprinkle.tumblr.com or http://twitter.com/annisawp

Hello Again

It's been a while since my last post. Ok, the fact is, it seems like I'm not going to post anything here anymore. I've abandoned this blog for months, I wont delete this blog but I am just NOT going to post something here until.... don't know, because I'm barely logged in blogspot.

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Have a nice day.

xx, Annisa Widya Putri

Unexplained

Some people pass through your life and you never think about them again. Some you think about and wonder what ever happened to them. Some you wonder if they ever wonder what happened to you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.
-The Wonder Years

Someday I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops.
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow. Why then, oh why can't I?
-Somewhere Over The Rainbow

Which one is stronger?

Hm somehow I lost my inspiration.

I read so many reading materials from those comics to magazines. I'll be back to my old hobby, reading. And that's good if I'll get inspiration easily. Well, just like I said, I'm so clueless lately. I'm a bit stressed out and it was just a rubbish around me.

I'm thinking of...
A pine forest, mountain, green grass, purplish leaves, waterfall, blue skies, fresh water.
A place you might call it whatever. Yeah, a mountain with a pine forest and all I've mentioned above is all that I need.
I need a refreshing, some kind of escape to all this random things. Hm, I've never been to any other place like that except Puncak and Situ Lembang (Bintama woohoo!). Hm.. blue skies. My mind keep spinning around. Flashed back like time machine. I'd like to close both of my eyes and feel it. Splendid. Hm, maybe I just can't resist the very-very cold air there. But I just love the scenery.
And when I see the rain, I can feel the wind sways my hair and I know it'll be a storm. I'm looking out through the glass window. There are an oak tree and reeds. Which one's stronger? I answered, of course oak tree is the stronger! But I've just made a mistake. The storm's booming and the wind's no longer sway your hair. The wind sweeps most of things and trying to break the oak tree. And about ten minutes, the oak tree's falling and destroyed. But then I see the reeds. They're so small but they're so strong! When the wind's sweeping, the reeds' just dancing softly through the power of storm and unbroken. You said oak tree is stronger than reeds, but then we see, reeds are stronger than a big-big oak tree, through the storm hits!

Don't you get it? Maybe it's just same as don't judge a book by it's cover.