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“Worship Soul,” the 11-song anthology gives listeners a worshipful experience that extends beyond Sunday morning.  From the first note it grabs you and the heartfelt vocals of a passionate worship leader are both powerful and moving. 

Anita will hit the road on a promotional tour to promote the project.  Anita celebrates her street date in her Chicago hometown today.  Check out her radio interview on the WGRB morning show, as well as a live performance at the WRGB Coke Lounge. 

The New York Times recently reviewed “Worship Soul” citing Anita’s voice as “bright, clear, amiable, and professional.” The writer also goes on to say “Her long tones are even; even when her voice deepens and roughens slightly, her phrases remain tight and effective.”  To read the whole review: NY Times April 2, 2012

What people are saying

“Anita’s song Speechless brings me to tears…in a word, AMAZING!”  – Marvin Sapp

“Anita is a great, great singer who possesses priceless tone to her voice. Her debut album introduces a new genre. A soulful voice wrapped in songs of Worship…Worship Soul. Don’t sleep on this album!”

- Donald Lawrence

“I Absolutely LOVE the single “Speechless!!”  It’s refreshing to hear and a great love song to the Lord.”  –Eileen Collier, Program Director WHAL FM/Memphis

Anita’s music and ministry is a true blessing to the body of Christ.  Her voice is soothing as is glides across notes with ease. Her single “Speechless” always makes me speechless.”  — Sheilah Belle, The Belle, The Belle Report

Yesterday, I completed my first Fit Test and I have no idea how I did, until my next one in 2 weeks, so I guess I’m just going to pat my back on this one because I actually made it through.

Today was the Plyometric Cardio Circuit workout and I am almost speechless to how I feel.  I CAN tell you that I did better than I expected too; however, I did end up in a ball of tears at the end.  Even though I didn’t make it through every step of every move…I definitely held my own and it felt good to see people in the video that were taking breaks and struggling too.  I think if everyone was to be as amazing as Shaun T and nailed every move I probably wouldn’t be looking towards tomorrow’s workout.  (notice I didn’t say looking FORWARD to it).  LOL

In any case – I believe it did what it was supposed to do..

1. It provided circuit training
2. It provided 30-40 min of cardio
3. It kicked my ass!

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s workout – Cardio Power & Resistance!

So, it’s been awhile. and part of the reason I’m writing this right now is because it’s going to be a longer while until you hear from me again because I AM GOING TO BE TRAVELING EUROPE SOON. oooh, I’m so cultured, I know.

SO YEAH I WENT TO GERMANY!

Where in Germany did you go, Alex? Oh, gee, just to Hamburg, no big deal. It was a whirlwind of a weekend consisting of an early bus ride Saturday morning and a return late Sunday evening. It’s pretty wild how much information and how many activities DIS is capable of packing into one weekend, but I’m so grateful for it. Hamburg is a key location in terms of World War II and The Holocaust, hence why my Holocaust and Genocide class planned a trip there. I wasn’t really sure what to expect, and I think that’s a good thing. It was a really unique experience, and one that I don’t think I could replicate. So here’s a bit about it!

After that bus ride AND getting to ride the ferry (oh my gosh, so cool, it was like being on a 45 minute cruise!) AND another bus ride, this time through the GORGEOUS and GREEN German countryside, we headed straight to the Bullenhuser Damm Memorial and rose garden at an old school (which is actually home to a psychotherapy center AND a kindergarten now) that also served as the killing place for the 20 children who were used in various Nazi tuberculosis experiments as well as their adult carers. The children and their carers were brought there to be killed when it became apparent that Germany was going to lose the war and all evidence of the atrocities that the Nazis had committed needed to be done away with. The memorial is an exhibit including information about the Holocaust, WWII, and information that was attained about each individual child and the five adults that had cared for them, and like I said, it’s located in the exact place where all of those people died. It was really eerie and hit home for a lot of us because it so easily individualized a crime that was so massive and killed so many.

The Bullenhauser Damm School, shot from behind some trees because it was just too eerie to take pictures in that basement.

 After the memorial and a walk through the rose garden, a community effort to pay tribute to the lives that were lost there we headed to our hostel.. which was actually a pretty nice place to be. I wound up rooming with some super awesome girls and since it was beautiful outside and we had some free time before dinner, we decided to wander around the city a bit!

Our first stop? A Currywurst stand. Two of the girls had been to Germany before and had absolutely fallen in love with this interesting sidewalk treat. What exactly is currywurst? Well, from what they told me, it’s sausage… with curry. And when I tried it, that’s what it tasted like. But then again, that was the first time I’d ever eaten sausage, so who knows. Oh yeah, by the way, this was the first of many new foods that I have tried in the past week. It’s happening. And you didn’t think I could do it. Hmph. BET YOU HAVEN’T HAD CURRYWURST BEFORE. :p (but seriously, who IS this girl, and what did she do with Alex?!)

Currywurst.

Then, various wanderings ensued.

city hall

city hall square.. hey! like Copenhagen's Rådhuspladsen! (I actually took these two pictures the next morning.. but shh)

and since it was beautiful outside, we got some ice cream and sat by the wonderful harbor and talked. So european, I know (I also just realized that you probably can’t tell when I’m being sarcastic because I’m typing…. but that was sarcastic. Good. Glad we cleared that up).

After devouring our ice cream and having some wonderful conversation, we headed back to the hostel to meet up with the group to head to dinner. After a quick bus ride and a really great perspective-getting conversation with someone who attends an all-girl’s school, we wound up at this amazing restaurant… That proceeded to serve us steak. And then some more steak. AND THEN EVEN MORE STEAK. Seriously. There was so much food on that table. But before the steak came the tomato soup…

I’m not a tomato person (wait, you didn’t know that?). I am a terrible italian because I don’t eat red sauce. It skeeves me out and gives me the gibblies. That whole deal has caused me to generalize and basically not eat any tomato byproducts except for ketchup.. But very sparingly. Not like the Danes who put ketchup on their pasta… What. WHAT? Yeah… Yeah. I know. That was a really weird dinner experience. BUT ANYWAYS. So I don’t like tomatoes. I don’t like tomato soup. And I had actually tried it for the first time last week because my host mom made it for dinner. She is an EXCELLENT cook, by the way, but like I said, I’m just not a tomato person. But I caved to the peer pressure at my table (only because it was the healthy kind) and tried the soup that they put in front of me. And then it was gone. Because I ate it. All of it. And I liked it. 

You spit out your drink again, didn’t you? You’ve really got to learn to stop consuming beverages while reading these blog posts. Haven’t you realized that I’m all about the shock factor? Jeepers creepers.

And for those of you who didn’t spit anything out of your mouth because you were too busy smugly looking at your computer screen thinking, “ha, told you so.” Well… Well.. WELL YOU CAN JUST STOP THAT AND KEEP READING, THANKS.

Anyhow. After we ate so much dinner and dessert that we felt like we were going to explode (as is typical of study tours through DIS) a few of us headed to a cafe where the waiter refused to speak to us in english claiming to know only portuguese/spanish and german. Good thing we had some spanish speakers with us and were about to meet up with a german friend…  Oh, this is also the place where the vodka was wodka.

WHO WANTS WODKA?!
(IT'S AN ALLITERATION)

Then, we were fortunate enough to get to meet up with one of the girl’s friends who lives in Germany. She showed us around and we eventually wound up on the Reeperbahn. AKA the red light district. Okay. I’m all for new experiences. And I’m glad I had that one. But it’s definitely not one I need to have again. THANKS! We did find a nice (albeit smoky.. darn you europe and your lack of non-smoking venues!) bar that had good music and proceeded to spend a few hours there. Pretty low key. Trying not to think about the fact that we were going to a work camp in the morning.

But soon enough, after a super fun public transportation ride, a shower, and a creepy experience with our TV which of course I was the only one awake to notice, morning came.

Our first stop was the Nicholai Kirche Memorial. This place used to be a gigantic church, but after Hamburg was completely flattened by bombings during WWII, all that was left was the main steeple part. Some of the walls of where the church used to extend to still stand. We got to go 75 meters up into the steeple and also in the basement to a memorial (which was all in german and polish – VERY ENLIGHTENING)

Nicholai Kirche

Angel on Earth - statue by the church

Hamburg, from 75 meters in the air (all of the buildings in hamburg are relatively new because the bombings during WWII completely flattened the city)

After this adventure, we ate the most incredible brunch buffet that I have ever encountered (SERIOUSLY WHERE DOES ALL OF THIS AMAZING FOOD COME FROM?!). And then, in our food comas, we were off to the Nuengamme Work Camp.

I don’t really have words for my experience there. They all seem inadequate whenever I try to write them. It was really powerful, and it had a bigger effect on me than I thought it would. Just some facts: most of it is rubble. It was a work camp, but the mortality rate there was around 50%, whereas at most work camps it was around 30% because the primary reason for the location of the camp was that it was in a prime location for getting clay to create bricks; most of the prisoners were Russian POWs and Danish Resistance Fighters were brought there as well. That’s just SOME information. The camp, itself, is huge. And it was so odd, because it was a beautiful day. Blue skies. The greenest grass I’ve seen since Scotland.. And it just made me wonder what it was like to wake up to a day as beautiful as this.. And do what those people did. It was mind blowing walking in their footsteps, standing in roll call square, going to the canal that they dug to ship the clay, standing in a building that had belonged to the SS… It was surreal. I don’t know what else to say.. So I’ll share these pictures instead.

The camp; all of the center buildings were knocked down and so they laid out all of the rubble true to the layout before they were demolished. this was taken from the steps of one of the buildings that was still standing and which now acts as one of four permanent museum exhibitions within the camp.

Just your average lovely tree-lined path... In a Nazi work camp.

Train car that prisoners would be brought in

What remains of the actual prison that was built and run here long after the war.

 DIS does it again. Another study tour checked off.

Socotra island

I am fascinated with the most alien-looking places on earth. Socotra probably takes the crown with many of it’s plants and creatures are endemic, which means they are found nowhere else on the planet. Dragon’s blood trees? Blue faced monkeys? It got it all covered. Too bad it is part of the Republic of Yemen, in other words, it’s very difficult to get there due to laws and conflicts.

A lot more after the break.

Richat structure

Richat structure is known as the eye of the Sahara. It is 100% natural, 40km in diameter.

Kliluk

In the hot sun of summer, the water of Spotted Lake, located in British Columbia and Washington, evaporates and crystallizes the minerals, forming many white-rimmed circles: shallow pools that reflect the mineral content of the water in shades of blues and greens.

Giant Spider web

The giant spider webs in Lake Tawakoni State Park, Texas look like a scene from a horror movie. But unlike Hollywood where one huge spider creates this web, this structure was created by millions of small spiders encasing several oak trees. I wonder if the spiders share the prey or if every web belongs to a certain individual. Imagine walking through something like this at night. Oh, yeah…

Blood Pond hot spring

Everytime you hear hot spring, you can be ready to see something incredible. The 9 Blood ponds also called “hells” of Beppu, Japan don’t disappoint. The characteristic red color, is caused by iron.

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His name was “YouWantMyDNA.” *single blink*  I…I…don’t know where to run.

Shit. Just. Got. Real.

My gast is flabbered.

kitteh haz bin strikken wif shock an paw.

Ryan was in Wisconsin for work training all last week. Unbeknownst to him, before he left I made a list of things that needed to be done in our home. I listed all the closets that needed cleaning, dressers that needed organizing, rooms that needed cleaning, and chores that needed to be done.

When Ryan left town, we got to work.

The kids and I sorted, cleaned, organized, and scrubbed for five straight days. In all, we filled 5 contractor bags with clothes for Goodwill and 6 contractor bags with garbage. We purged. We moved furniture, we cleaned up thousands of Legos, and we vacuumed dust bunnies under beds. We still managed to fit in all our daily activities and extracurriculars (along with enjoying the unusually warm and sunny weather!), but we made this house look brand new. Messes that had grown to be “thorns in our sides” no longer existed. It was a real weight lifted. Freedom was found in simplicity.

We were so excited for Ryan to get home and see everything we accomplished. Maverick especially was beside himself. He could barely keep the secret when Ryan would phone each night to talk to the kids. He almost slipped, but honestly even if he had told, there would have been no way he could have adequately described the enormity of what we did. Ryan’s love language is Acts of Service, so I knew he would LOVE this!

I wish I had taken “before” and “after” photos. It was that drastic. Seriously. Our bedroom was probably the most changed, and I was most excited for him to see that.

So when I heard Ryan open the garage door on Friday night, I was giddy. I couldn’t wait for him to walk into our bedroom and see the difference.

Sure enough, when he caught his first glimpse of our bedroom he did a double-take. He was absolutely speechless.

That doesn’t happen very often.

Having all this work done means we get to spend more time with Ryan now that he is home. He won’t have to spend his time doing any of it. He’s been busy learning his new job, and I’m glad he won’t be distracted with house stuff. We’ve been wanting to start painting our master bedroom and bathroom, and now we are prepared to move onto that project when he’s ready.

We spent many hours working last week. We were busy. We were exhausted by bedtime. We worked long into the night for a few days in a row. We were sweaty and dirty and tired.

But we were determined and focused on the goal. And now it’s done. Those five days were going to pass whether we did that work or not. I’m so glad we used those five days to accomplish something great. What a gratifying moment when the kids gathered around on Friday afternoon and we pronounced, “It is finished!”.

It was totally worth it to see the look on Ryan’s face. I really love that man.

Have a great day!
Carrie

Not having the freedom of speech. Or having the freedom of speech but there are rules, and is it really complete freedom?

I’m a girl who is well versed with her opinion. But, I always have projects to see things from a different point of view. For once not being able to say what I’d like to say.

Like a baby, so frustrated but not having the ability to put it into words, so you just cry and cry and plead for attention and placation.

Like a young child being abused or bullied. Blamed for fighting back. Knowing that no matter how many times you say, “Stop”, “No”, “Help”, they don’t always stop. You don’t always get your help. Knowing that words were superfluous to your situation. So for once you fight back. Actions spoken louder than words.

Like you didn’t have a say to what the situation was, so there was no reason to speak.

Being speechless.

Being ignored.

Project lose my voice in action.

After a few minutes, 2 patients in stretchers came. We were talking that time when Ate R told me to get the endorsement. I kind of got what she meant. You were there.
I was gathering enough courage to face you but I still couldn’t do it well so I wore my mask and helped in transferring the stretcher. The patient you brought was vomitting so much. I couldn’t help myself from blurting out sarcasms just to make the atmosphere lighter. I was waiting for your endorsement. Waiting for you to hand me the ER record but instead, you placed it in the stretcher and said nothing. Not a single word. It wasn’t the same as before. My hands were not shaky but I was still palpitating and out of breath. That time, I was thinking why you acted that way. Maybe it’s because of your issue in our area. So I’ll just let it go. I took the record and read it aloud to make you realize that you’re not talking at all and in case I said something wrong, you might correct it. My mind was not as cloudy as before. I could already understand what I was reading.. Ate M held my hand and was shaking it on purpose trying to remind me of what happened before. I just smiled at her and continued transferring the patient inside. Before we even returned the stretcher, you already left together with your companion and took another stretcher from our recovery area.

Then, I went to get the lab results. I passed by the OB ward to check if some results were there. I also told my friend there that you still brought a patient in our area. I was literally jumping for joy. They told me that they saw you earlier. Then I went back to our area and realized there was a missing u/a result. I looked for it in the same path I passed by earlier but it wasn’t there so I begged the laboratory to give me another copy of the result. I was so scared. I repeatedly apologized for my mistake. It took me a lot of convincing before they gave me another copy. I had to scan the lab request forms since the result written in the logbook was not legible enough. Finally, they gave me another copy. Thank God. The time I went back to my area, S said that you brought another patient again.

Later that night, I finally had the time to take a seat. I just sat down when you suddenly appeared near the door. I looked around hoping that someone else noticed that you were there so that I will be spared from taking the endorsement but unfortunetly, or maybe fortunately, I was the only one who noticed you so I approached you and you handed me the ER record. My hands turned cold.. Frozen? You didn’t say a thing and walked away. I followed you. I was watching your back intently. You are so tall. I was thinking, were you looking at my back the same way I did that time when I walked with you all the way to the ER to refer a patient? …but….why would you even care to look at me anyway? Sigh… We reached the admitting area, you looked at the patient so I confirmed her identity. Then you started to walk away. Then I said in a loud voice, enough for you to hear, “thank you” and continued interviewing the patient. You had no response at all. I told Ate R and Ate M about it. I requested them to take the next admission to see if you would talk to them. Later I found out that you are actually talking to them since they are the ones initiating the conversation. Ugh! Okay… I have to ask you about the patient’s case then so that you would endorse to me properly. But then, you might misunderstnd. I don’t want you to think that I’m quite cruel and demanding…
The next time you brought a patient, I helped in moving the stretcher. Ate Jh was there and still, you were helping us move the stretcher. Since you will be crossing the red line, Ate Jh said we can handle it from here. The moment you were out of our sight, I smiled at her. I was so happy not only because I saw you, nor because I was receiving patients from you but because the awkwardness and strange manifestations I’ve been experiencing are disappearing gradually. Systematic desensitization is working. Then after that, it was benign again. I was able to nap for about 30 minutes then another patient on a stretcher came. I asked Ate Jh if it was you who brought the patient but she said it was the IW. Somehow, I felt sad. I went out of the DR feeling cold. As I was going to the area where the charts are kept, I said its so cold. Suddenly, you were in front of me, holding a paper. I was right in front of you, slightly stunned (since I was feeling cold and suddenly saw a cold person xD) and was waiting for your endorsement. You saw Ate R and for some reason, I noticed that you kind of insisted her to take the endorsement. I continued walking towards the NST room. We checked if Ate Ja was still there sleeping but she’s gone. I heard you talking and it’s as if your endorsement was quite long. It was less toxicity on my part that you didn’t endorse to me. It wasn’t a loss after all xD.

Then we brought a patient to the OR. I saw my former crush, and presently, Ate G’s crush, C_______. LOL! My day was already complete. I just woke up and I saw two of the most handsome men at work. LOL! It’s the best way to start the day xD

Just one pounding heartbeat, slight, palpitations, dyspnea and cold clammy hands. No more coarse hand tremors. Yay!

Systematic desensitization phase one: I can think more clearly now. I can finally approach you without spacing out or experiencing a mental block. I didn’t have the coarse hand tremors anymore. This is just the start. I’m happy to know that this is going somewhere.

It’s the first book in the skinjacker trilogy (Everlost, Everwild, Everfound). And let me just get this out there. THIS BOOK IS AMAZING. I wouldn’t say that it’s as good as Unwind, just because Unwind was one of those mind-blowing books where you get so sad that it’s ending that you don’t want to keep reading, but you have to. And then it ends and you’re left with that empty feeling inside of you, that only a sequel will fill. But that’s for a different review.

Ok. Everlost. This is basically how I sum it up to people who ask: ”It’s a book about dead children.” But that’s not a very happy way of putting it, so let’s retry.

Summary

Nick and Allie are both in the same car accident, and they don’t make it. But instead of going into the light, they end up in Everlost, a kind of strange afterlife for children. Except it’s not really, because they’re caught in between life and death, kind of like purgatory. And this is the setting of our awesome book. Because, yes, it’s totally awesome. There are twists and turns, and it’s just all so awesome.

Cons

Lief
This is probably the tiniest con I have with the book. I keep imagining Lief as Lev from Unwind. It just seemed a bit similar to me, both small boys who seem extremely strange. But they’re development was entirely different towards the end of the book. I won’t explain it to not ruin it, but if you’ve read both, you’ll know what I’m talking about. It’s just that every time I tried to picture Lief I kept thinking of Lev. Maybe it’s because their names are so similar.

Romance
This is also really a non-existent con. Just something that surprised me slightly. The love between Nick and Mary. They both kept saying how they were head-over-heels in love with each other, even though there wasn’t much in the book to show this, apart from Nick thought Mary was pretty and Mary said that Nick made her feel different. I thought it was more of a crush, but apparently it really was love. It wasn’t bad at all, I just didn’t expect it. The only reason I have a problem with it is probably because I love Nick but I really hate Mary.

Now, both those cons were basically nothing. I was just being picky because there was nothing else bad to say about it. Now let’s get onto the Pros.

Pros

Everything else
I love the aspects of Everlost and how interesting it was. I love all the plot twists which were never obvious but weren’t like “Well, that was random and out of nowhere”. From the first sentence you are sucked into the book:

“On a hairpin turn, above the dead forest, on no day in particular, a white Toyota crashed into a black Mercedes, for a moment blending into a blur of gray.”

The characters were awesome. Allie, Nick and Lief were all great characters. I even liked the McGill. Though I did hate Mary. I hated Mary so much, even though she wasn’t necessarily an evil character. She was just so snotty, stubborn and believed everything she said was right. And I did not like Speedo either (yes, there’s a kid named Speedo in it). He was really annoying, but in a good way. Because I’m pretty sure Neal Shusterman wanted us to hate the characters, and I did. I understood that they had good qualities, that they weren’t 2 dimensional, but I also knew I hated them. Which I think is great. The author really did do his job well.

I loved that there were loads of different weird powers in Everlost. Like skinjacking. That could be abused in so many ways, it scares me. Oh, and the Haunter. Creepy dude.

Also. THAT ENDING!

Geez, that ending was amazing. And horrible at the same time. It was a cliffhanger, but such a good one at the same time. But it didn’t feel like the book didn’t resolve itself as well. I thought it was a great way to end a book, because it left it so open that when the reader’s done with it, they can’t help but keep thinking about all the different ways the story could go. It was a brilliant ending, but also a very frustrating one.

Quotes

• “Maybe we’re standing like coins on the edge?”
  Allie considered this. “Meaning?”
  “Meaning, we might be able to shake things up a little, and find a way to come up heads.”
  “Or tails,” suggested Allie.
  “What are you talking about?” said Lief.
  “Life and death.”
• “think of it this way,” he said “It took nine months to get you born, so doesn’t it figure it would take nine months to get you dead?”

Overall

The whole book was just amazing. Amazing amazing amazing.

I wouldn’t expect any less from Neal Shusterman.

So, 5 shuriken stars, definitely.

“that guy is gay, that guy is gay!” 

I’m all, “Lizzie you’re weird’n me out but I do remember what a great job you did on Law & Order.“ Next thing I knew I was lost in the world of Youtube once again, finding as many clips as I could to relive the memory of her very convincing baby killer performance. I was into Gordo (granola cutie) & Miranda (mexican spitfire). I was even into her guest starring roles: Community, Ghost Whisperer, Lizzie McGuire Movie etc. The ”SEXY” Hilary Duff movement -I’m glad I was staring off into space to miss this one..

My parents say it’s their house
But when it’s time to clean
It magically becomes my house too

Dear teacher, I talk no matter where
I am. Moving my seat will not help.

That crazy moment when your mother
borrows your phone and you’re like
OMG. WHAT IF SHE OPENS MY
GALLERY? MY INBOX AND MY
EVERYTHING?!

Sitting on the computer for hours,
Then suddenly thinking;
”Why the Hell is no music playing??!”

Depressed?
Earphones in,
Volume up,
Ignore the world.

/\
l
l
Use on own risc.
Haha, More next time : D

Warriors. Seriously?

That is all.

Minion-Sr: “Itu gimana report yang tadi?”
Minion-Jr: “Udah kok, ini lagi kerjain yg laen lagi.”
Leader: “Coba di push itu codenya terus tar biar bisa direview sama Minion-Sr”
Minion-Jr: “Ok”
Minion-Sr: *punya firasat buruk nih… mendatangi Minion-Jr
Minion-Sr: “Tar pastiin branch nya bener ya, jadi tar km push aja pake workbench nya itu”
Minion-Jr: *Mikir workbench apa ya… :|
Minion-Sr: “Itu loh buka program nya yg buat push dan pull nya mercurial”
Minion-Jr: “Ohh aplikasinya”
Minion-Sr: “Nah itu buka aja repositorynya” *sambil bantuin klik2…
Jeng…Jeng….Muncul error “Invalid repository”
Minion-Sr: “Oh em ji… Error apaan nih???”

Minion-Jr: *geleng2…
Minion-Sr: *mengusut semua kemungkinan…
Ditemukanlah errornya… jeng jenggg…. Ternyata itu repository diget pake SVN sodara sodari, emak, bapak, kakek, nenek, tante, om….
Minion-Sr: *krikk…krikk…krik…

Minion-Sr: “Pantes aja error, lha kamu kok get latestnya pake svn? Kan kemaren dibilang mercurial.”
Minion-Jr: “Emang beda ya SVN sama Mercurial?”
Minion-Sr: *Dzingggg….. Mikir “Ini anak dulu waktu penjelasan mercurial dan svn ngangguk2 mulu, kirain ngerti ndak taunya….” speechless keabisan kata2 (facepalm)

There they hang, between the creases of your lips and the outside world. Resting gently on the curve of a breath, sliding down until they are caught up in the slip stream of speech, carried like debris into an ear canal, their ear canal, waiting to be heard.

When you run out of words to say, silence reverberates and speaks to the brain.