People, Things, and Life. Random thoughts, experiences, and wonderings mostly put into poetry. And tear stained eyes? Or is it this world. So that we can take pride. In our victory and prizes,. By the hands of hate,. But are always taken away by fate. Belonging to the world,. Instead of owning our life.

The Artful Weaver Blog and Gallery. Bombs Bursting in Air! For at least 3 weeks before the July 4th holiday, we heard from unrestrainable mavericks who could not bear to wait for the holiday to exhibit their blasting prowess.

Journal of an Indonesian College Student. Fiction, Poetry, and Rants. That you get when in love. Rain turns to sun shine,. And crows turn to doves. Your smiles become wider,. And your heartbeats get quicker. You leave for a minute,. And you instantly miss her. I fell for a girl,. That they say looks like me.