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a reply letter to mbak dina. in the name of assignment (and a bit of curcol)

the path has been taken, the road has been passing, the journey not yet ending.    Halo. good morning Miss Java-on-a-far-away-land. i don't know when will you read this mail, but i start writing it on 10.27pm. i said good morning, because morning, for me, is a good time. morning means one day passed, and another one to spend as well as possible.  so here i am reading your letter; shaking and nodding my head. for honest, i don't know what to say. your childhood seems terrible; you grew up as a clever-bad girl; you craved for love; running away and tried to seek another place to be your sanctuary. but you ain't got it, because that place had been your sister's second empire.  .... you ran away and led by satanic voices; jumped down to the world of word; you started to write and saw light from your dark side.  ... Dear Miss Dina, i did not have a perfect childhood.  i was raised by my grandparents.  i learnt things and values, but mostly, i am s

would you hang around on my life's shop for awhile?

(sit in participant of creative writing class) How Was Life? Hell-o. It’s me,  a 151cm’s-20-years-old-girl. People call me Winny, or Winyu, or Winyaan – just  like my twitter’s profile account. I am now majoring Japanese Literature in this university, but no no, I am not that freaking  otaku,  my Japanese is even poor. I’d like to tell you a bit of my life story. A bit, because if i tell you all of them, it’s gonna take  your whole life for being beside me. Okay. Let me. 20 years ago, when my mom was about my age, she gave birth of me  on some-little-island-near-by Sumatera, Bangka Island. As the first daughter, first grand daughter from both side of my parents. My childhood was nice thought it wasn't perfect. My parents got divorced after my birth, my mom lived in Bandung for work, my father was out of nowhere. I lived with my grandparents from my mom for 5 years. I called them Mom and Dad, i did not recognize my Mom when she showed up. It took times for me t

Sarkem, Jogja's Sex Stop

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Talking about Yogyakarta is talking about places it has. To name one, we can mention Malioboro, its most well-known street. While walking along this street, we can find various things; foods, souvenirs,  batik , and even art performances. Another must stop shopping spot is Beringharjo market.  As  the largest traditional market in Yogyakarta , it provides  batik  and souvenirs as well . In order to get  a  good   pr ice , we  should be a good bargainer too. We can go  along Beringharjo   and do the window shopping  by walking , because it is located inside one building. Yogyakarta is identical  to  Malioboro.  For everyone  who took time to Yogyakarta   will list Malioboro in their must-visit list . Until now, this place still survives as the trade center and becomes  one icon of  Yogyakarta. About the name, t here are  two versions of it. The first, it  is  taken from the name of an English gentleman, namely  Marlborough , a resident of the United Kingdom in the city of Yogyaka