hilman_saputera What is your fondest memory about the rain?
I remember when i was a little kid, i used to look at the sky when it's rain and wondering if God is crying, and it makes me sad.
When i was a teenager, i remember running after a bus in the rain after school, my clothes, my bags and books are all soaking wet, although i couldn't catch the bus but i'm laughing, i'm glad to be able to stand in the rain feeling carefree. I was happy.
And i remember it was raining in the day i'm married, & it's raining in our honeymoon, so we just cuddle all day long under a blanket. I feel love.
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hilman_saputera A Nasi Liwet seller is preparing her dish in Sidodadi market, Solo, Central Java, Indonesia. 'Nasi Liwet' is a traditional Javanese way of slow cooking rice in coconut milk, chicken broth, salam leaves, lemongrass, and spices. Thus giving the rice a wonderfully rich, aromatic and succulent taste. Nasi liwet is served alongside with shredded 'opor ayam' chicken (a delicate chicken slow cooked in a mild white coconut milk based sauce scented with galangal and lime leaves), eggs, labu siam (chayote) as the vegetable, and -if it haven't enough already- a spoonful of a thick aromatic coconut cream called 'kumut'. This is what makes living in Indonesia, Land of Spices, a great joy. #WHPlocalstory 2w

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hilman_saputera Segar-segar means fresh in this pimp-out stall. Traditional fresh market like this are sometimes get overlooked, but this is the source of fresh local produce and by shopping here we contribute to the local community empowerment. #WHPlocalstory 2w

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hilman_saputera "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you."
|John Green - The Fault in Our Stars| @johngreenwritesbooks
2w

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hilman_saputera Love is like a pancakes, i love pancakes. This is my strawberry yoghurt #pancakes for #pancakesunday 4w

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hilman_saputera "I really like you, Midori. A lot.”
“How much is a lot?”
“Like a spring bear,” I said.
“A spring bear?” Midori looked up again. “What’s that all about? A spring bear.”
“You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, “Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?”
“Yeah. Really nice.”
“That’s how much I like you." "Norwegian Wood"-Haruki Murakami
1mon

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hilman_saputera I scream, you scream, we scream for #icecream @northpolecafe #northpolecafe 2mon

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hilman_saputera All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible. -T. E. Lawrence- 2mon

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hilman_saputera We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?" John Keating - Dead Poets Society 2mon

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hilman_saputera TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and i -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken

#whpresolutions2015
2mon

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hilman_saputera In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.
The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!
You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon's
wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.
Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunder
stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.
You are taken in the net of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are wide as the sky.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.
Pablo Neruda - 'In my sky at twilight'
3mon

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hilman_saputera Celebrating @instagram's 5 new filters, i'm using #slumber . This is my #breakfast : vegetables omelette, bulgogi sauce noodles with cashew, & yoghurt tarik tea. 3mon

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hilman_saputera 'Kopi Bandung' or Bandung's locally planted coffee are -unfortunately- not widely known as other amazingly Indonesian locally grown coffee such as Gayo's, Mandailing's, Lintong's, Java's, Bali's, Sumbawa's, Flores's, or even Toraja's, Kalosi's, Mamasa's, Gowa's and Papua's coffee. But this remarkable coffee is absolutely worthy to try and to be called equal among the best of Indonesian's coffee. It's rustic, smooth yet supple taste with low acidity & earthy body is unusually unique, great to be taken black or even better with milk or cream. 3mon

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hilman_saputera Home made dinner 3mon

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hilman_saputera Us two. Together? Together. Happy Anniversary my love @dani_damayanti 3mon

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hilman_saputera I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

Pablo Neruda, “One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII”
3mon

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hilman_saputera It's not that unusual
When everything is beautiful
It's just another
Ordinary miracle today

The sky knows when it's time to snow
Don't need to teach a seed to grow
It's just another
Ordinary miracle today

Life is like a gift, they say
Wrapped up for you everyday
Open up, and find a way
To give some of your own

Isn't it remarkable?
Like everytime a raindrop falls
It's just another
Ordinary miracle today

The birds in winter have their fling
And always make it home by spring
It's just another
Ordinary miracle today

When you wake up everyday
Please don't throw your dreams away
Hold them close to your heart
'Cause we are all a part

Of the ordinary miracle "Ordinary Miracle" - Sarah Mclachlan
4mon

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hilman_saputera 手を取り合って このまま行こう
愛する人よ
静かな宵に
光を灯し
愛しき 教えを抱き
"Let us cling together as the years go by,
Oh my love, my love,
In the quiet of the night
Let our candles always burn,
Let us never lose the lessons we have learned." Te o toriatte (Let Us Cling Together)-Queen
4mon

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