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He drinks beer, I drink water He is a movie director, I'm a highschool student He smokes, I hate ciggarate He lives in Myanmar, I live in Indonesia He loves party at night, I love sleep at night He has a black eyes, I have a brown eyes He is 29 years old, I'm 18 years old He loves sweet music, I love rock music He has a warm hands, I have a cold hands "thankyou so much for this whole week", "No, I'm the one who should say thankyou" :) thank you

Revision is one of the most important and significant part of writing. We may spend hours to make the essay, or story. But spend many days to revise your essay or story. Revision, in technical terms is adding, cutting, and moving material from drafts. Then take a minutes, and look back to your story. Ask yourself: Does the story reveal spesific information/details? Does the story achieve verisimilitude? Is dialogue natural and real? Is there any sentimentality? Is the title unique? Is the writer clear and exact? Then don't forget to check the grammar, and spelling. There are also many exersices that will help you to revise your story. I got it from my Fiction Writing class: Write a dream or a nightmare that the main character had the day before or the day after the story takes place. It also helps you to know your character deeper.  Take one sentence from your story, choose the one that is a statement. Change it to paragraph.\ Take one paragraph from your story, an

Okay, tadi pagi sejujurnya gua bangun super kesiangan sekitar jam 8, dan emang niatnya gakmau kemana-mana. Niatnya mau nyari model kebaya buat perpisahan, print-out note sebuah lagu dan ngepelajarinnya, lanjutin fiction writing, dan baca buku, yaa semua kegiatan untuk diri sendiri intinya (karena kebetulan emg lagi gakada duit, berhubung liburan uang jajan juga libur). Pas lagi sarapan tiba-tiba keinget Vidia (temen parkour) dan Diana Nora (temen fiction writing) ngasih tau kalo seminggu ini lagi ada acara DocNet Southeast Asia (yang sejujurnya aku juga gaktau acara apa) dari kedutaan Jerman setiap jam 9-12 pagi, alhasil gua langsung rapih-rapih, dan dengan uang super pas-pasan nyampelah di Binus (fx). Ternyata pas nyampe itu acara ChopShots 2014 dimana merupakan festival film dokumentasi Info lengkapnya ya cek aja sendiri di http://www.goethe.de/ins/id/lp/prj/dns/csf/enindex.htm Pas nyampe disana (jam 10, telat banget!!), ketemu orang yang lagi nunggu di depan ruang workshopnya juga

Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho My rating: 4 of 5 stars I love the opening naration "Once upon a time, there was a prostitute called Maria" Its combining the opening for the children's story, then mixed it with the adult word. Then the first chapter continued telling about her background, which was actually made me cry, how her first crash was, then her first boyfriend, and blah blah blah. But after reading a half of the book, somehow it got boring, but then the plot got up when it closed to the ending. Well, the story is about Maria, a poor, daydreamer women from Brazil who loved to try new things and gets new experiences. Unfortunately, when she decided to go to Swiss, she ended up of being prostitute. She was describing as a beautiful and smart, who had a plan for her future (this part is a little boring). Then she met a young man, Ralf, rich and handsome, he was a painter, and he saw then light in her (I like this part). Not far after met Ralf, she was int

　It's a fun writing exercise! I know it from Ninda Daianti, my fiction writing's teacher. Try to pick one word, then expends it to 100 words, no more and no less. It's not taking a long time, and you can do it anywhere and anytime to kill your time, in this post, I pick 'guitar'. Guitar 　It is the only thing that hugs you through its melody in the dark of the night, cracks your tears through its harmony, listens to your heart through its pitch. Guitar is your only best friend in your loneliness. The scars, color of its wood, strings, strange smells, all of that which grow together with our growing and our memory will stay in the save line between our hello and goodbye. Every time when the sun rises, we find people sing and dance to its melody, melody of joy or ballad. Guitar always accompanies us in our joy or sorrow.