Having good habits is practicing goodwill itself,no ? By the way,Why do you like watching video crimes a lot ? " Asked Erlangga when Danzel brought him some grapes to munch and having a leisure time together at his house.''Tidy tidy ..Neat neat Words messyHeart empty What is good in lifeAre you that one.. ?.mmm if so, you are pleasant person .. remember,people need people ""Yes,true ! Hard things can be conquered by these 2 ..effort and keeping the faith ""Certainly..life is too short to live in hatred and dismay. "" You asked me what made me like seeing crime matter video ? Well ,I want to get knowing about life and death limit .There are people committed suicide as they fed up with life while others were killed by criminals when they still want to live .""You yourself often want to die soon , don't you? ""Right .that's what make me wonder. Life is unwanted by those unhappy people.Then some other are taken forcefully by the criminals...it's an irony ""How can people g

Zepp stopped.His stainless pen nib made points at the the end of the sentence.The phone at the den was ringing repetitively before he realized that.He glancing at the return flight ticket to a not so famous state in Europe had been held ,depend on when and how long he would go . What to do and not to do at all . Could he have such options? He just daydream,if only he got options that much . He shuffled in a narrow room as a savior of hopelessness in the pouring rain of the wet and cold month of December when the leaves are freshened , the season folds hands, hides the little wind, innocently asks "what's going on there..? There ,it's a new year !Wanting to draw the ocean waves.. Painting the light and gripping the wind and water ripples through anything l 'm unable I thank you for the piece of passion of my dry soul and tiredness...breathe ! The sinking ship of your life, the ocean is rock that rolls over you when you want to get up and embrace the loneliness

Zenana preferred if Hex acted less formal.She had known lots of men who were polite enough but a bit flirty.Some of them might see it as bravery or manliness.And for some women flirt ,even a bit is lack of teaching or impoliteness.She would adapt to the real fact ,what kind of person to whom she talks to .Being humble,or just using the banality or having a certain aim .She would not tell Hex that Fallady wasn't there at the time and frankly saying it's not a big deal for her and anyway talking with him was quite a pleasure. Zenana drew the little drawer and took out a pack of cigarettes which had been used half of it ,thenoffered him .Hex took one cigarette and had her to give him light .He stared at the yellow and blue fire at the matches which was a bit blown by the wind of early Fire was attractive view but when she had a glimpse at Hex ' s hairy manly hands she sighed and thought that it was far more attractive than fire .She quickly turned her attention to anothe

Hardy stretched out the white blanket to Rera while whispering " l am cold" ,but his wife did not hear it.He still need to pick up some more stalks of flower to give to her but when he just about to devote it altogether with his most seductive words all at once Rera ' s face turned to be his mother who was blushing and smiled shyly like a teenage girl ... He woken up ,bumped and wet perspiring...dream ! Why he dreamed like that,? He sat and took a cloth to wipe his wet chest.He was in fear when he took a glass of water.His wife wasn't in .She stayed at her mom's house for a couple of days.None home ...what happened then ? Was his mom there He was shuddering.It's creepy.His mother had died years ago.Was it a dream with a message about the hell night ,and also a clue that he himself was going to die soon ? No ! He was not ready for death.He must do the repetitive first and he wished he had long years still to live on earth.Ah ,it's just a dream ...He was a golden child and mos

The train whistle screamed and started to move. Alsava leaned her shoulders against the second-class model seat and tried to sleep when the train almost reached the 15 th station.Its such a long trip.There were 9 more stations to go before arriving at her destination.But she could not close her eyes.She felt the same yesterday weight on her back ,like a wounded bird drooping its head on the ground when she looked outside through the window train where those trees seemed as if they were running along the and so did the poles of the telephone wires all moving .Ach , the dusk was nearly came, the train was about to stop discharging those passengers and brought some more from station to the next ones before arriving at the last one .Her body was a bit shaking forward when the train really stopped.Oh , finally arrived. She heard herself talking inside " we get on here .Why silent? Do you have heart to see me carrying two briefcases ,walking alone,noneto talk with? Then why l still