hilman_saputera If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty, except for the memory of how
They were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with.

Time In A Bottle - Jim Croce
3w

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hilman_saputera Have a good morning everyone.. 4w

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hilman_saputera A woman kneeling, praying, while giving offerings to the gods.
Whether we're religious or not, it's hard not to fall in to the beauty and the sanctity of #bali the Island of the Gods.
4w

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hilman_saputera Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

By Pablo Neruda.
1mon

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hilman_saputera An old lady waited her store in a traditional market. #Hipstamatic #Madalena #Robusta 2mon

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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.
2mon

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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 2mon

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Mayfair Hilman Saputera
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 2mon

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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
3mon

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Valencia Hilman Saputera
hilman_saputera Love is like a pancakes, i love pancakes. This is my strawberry yoghurt #pancakes for #pancakesunday 3mon

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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
3mon

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hilman_saputera I scream, you scream, we scream for #icecream @northpolecafe #northpolecafe 4mon

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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- 4mon

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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 4mon

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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
4mon

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Slumber Hilman Saputera

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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'
5mon

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Slumber Hilman Saputera
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. 5mon

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Valencia Hilman Saputera
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. 5mon

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