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A few days back I booked Alda into Japan's No.1 Beef Bowl, Yoshinoya Japanese Restaurant. I'm SO Glad, grab a seat and let me tell you all about them!

I count myself Lucky to have Yakiniku Beef in my best foods list and I adore every bite taste of that food. This food pretty much OMG I just can't describe this feeling! It's super delicious! The place is perfect good vibes, very warm conversation can be start here! Alda message me, she's free, she came back to our city for few days, so I pick Alda!


Waktu berjalan sangat cepat, tidak terasa kita sudah hampir 2 tahun ada di dunia kerja, keras? Iya. Kuliah tidak menjamin apapun nasib kamu setelah kamu lulus kuliah, jadi mungkin menemui sahabat dalam kondisi baik rasanya seneng. Berubah? pasti ada yang berubah, tetapi pada intinya sifat dasar kita tetap. Waktu itu H-1 lebaran, tetapi uchi masih bekerja, sehingga Alda menemani bekerja hingga pukul 14, karena sebenarnya waktu libur jadi kondisi rumah sakit lumayan sepi terkendali, sehingga kita berdu'a curhat dan menghabiskan beberapa serial sitkom OB, lucu, dan lamaaa rasanya menunggu jam pulang. Banyak masalah yang kita bagi, walaupun pada dasarnya kita masing-masing mengetahui jawaban dari masalah kita :)

Ada beberapa cerita yang bikin semangat, yang bikin sedih, yang bikin iri, yang bikin seneng, tergantung pada kekuatan ceritanya yang pada akhirnya ya tidak menyimpulkan apa-apa, yang pada akhirnya tergantung pada keputusan kita, hingga akhirnya jam pulang tiba. Alda tidak lengkap jika tanpa Donna, tanpa Ani, Pupud dan Eka, sehingga kita berusaha mengajak mereka jalan-jalan juga sepulang kerja, tetapi sudah menjadi rahasia umum kita itu paling "panjaaaaang diskusi" kalau diskusi di grub, beda banget sama kalo sudah ketemu asli, dan memang jadwal pulang mereka dari dan ke Jakarta tidak sama, sehingga Alda yang tidak lengkap menjadi lengkap-lengkap saja. Mungkin ini bukan pertama kali nya meet-up tidak berenam tapi hanya berdua, pertama-tama kita pergi ke Gramedia kurang lebih selama 2 jam, kemudian duduk-duduk di bioskop setengah jam, dan baru bisa masuk ke Yoshinoya. Kalo sama Alda tidak pernah kehabisan tempat duduk walopun bulan puasa :D

ada perempuan, perempuan tidak beruntung yang selalu merasa beruntung, dia selalu bahagia, bahagia menyayangi dirinya, hingga suatu ketika, perempuan itu bertemu seorang laki-laki, laki-laki  tak asing, perempuan tidak mengenalnya, yang dia tahu sejak saat itu, laki-laki itu mempunyai senyum paling damai, indah, menenangkan, di foto laki-laki itu tidak suka tersenyum, padahal pada definisi dunia nyata dia selalu ramah tersenyum, senyumnya saja cukup, cukup menenangkan dan membahagiakan perempuan bahagia, perempuan bahagia semakin bahagia, menyayangi dirinya dan laki-laki tak asing, hingga suatu ketika perempuan bahagia menyadari dia jatuh cinta

Books are the mirrors of the soul. For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think, well not even think. To be silent, to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated, and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shoped core of darkness, something invisible to others, and this self having shed its attachments was free for strangest adventures.

To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget. The secret of the great stories is that they have no secrets. The great stories are the ones you have heard and want to heart again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don't deceive you with thrills and trick ending. They don't surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover's skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don't. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won't. In the great stories you know who lives, who dies, and finds love, who doesn't. And yet you want to know again. Change is one thing. acceptance is another. When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. that's what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.

It's probably not just by chance that I'm alone. It would be very hard for a man to live with me, unless he's terribly strong. And if he's stronger than I, I'm the one who can't live with him. I'm neither smart nor stupid, but I don't think I'm a run-of-the-mill person. I've been in business without being businesswoman, I've loved without being a woman made only for love. The two man I've loved, I think, will remember me, on earth or in heaven, because men always remember a woman who caused them concern and uneasiness. I've done my best, in regard to people and to life, without precepts, but with a taste for justice.