Apa kalian termasuk penonton serial drama Mandarin, baik Mainland maupun Taiwan? Apa kalian mengenal bintang-bintangnya? Atau kalian mau kenal dengan mereka?
Yuk, kenali mereka lewat sebuah cerita Fanfiction yang menceritakan seorang gadis bernama Chen Ting Xuan yang antara yakin dan tidak yakin untuk mengejar mimpinya menjadi seorang bintang besar seperti sang tante.
Keyakinan mengejar mimpi itu mulai bangkit setelah perkenalannya dengan seorang penyanyi sekaligus aktor, Xiong Ziqi, yang juga memiliki hasrat menjadi seorang produser. Xiong Ziqi percaya diri untuk mengorbitkan Chen Ting Xuan menjadi calon bintangnya, dengan syarat kepercayaan besar Ting Xuan padanya, apalagi untuk menjawab tantangan Wang Yi Lun.
Nah cari yuk perjalanan Chen Ting Xuan dan Xiong Ziqi mencapai mimpi-mimpi mereka: Fanfiction SpeXial & Popu Lady "The Star Is About To Glow"
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Joulukortit on askartelematta ✔️ Unohdin ostaa lanttuja (niitä saa vain Suomikoulun myyjäisistä) ✔️ Taatelikakku on tekemättä, koska, no: unohdan aina ostaa taateleita ✔️ Mutta joulumusiikki soi,
lohi on tilattu,
piparit on tehnyt ikea.
“Light the candles,
put on wool socks,
enjoy Christmas spirit.
Christmas cards are not even started✔️
I forgot to buy the turnips (only Finns will understand )✔️
The cake is not done because, no: I always forget to buy the dates ✔️ But Christmas music is playing,
salmon has been ordered,
the gingerbread bought at ikea.
Everything is fine.
4 years of a toxic relationship will create bad habits. Communication became one of mine. What should have been conversations of maturity usually resulted in argumentative battles. Today in a parking lot inside my 09 Chevy Malibu, I expressed a concern to my boyfriend. Although I would like to get in detail he awaits aside me so I must make this quick! Within seconds of completing my rant to him, I don’t think the noticed but he took a deep breath and spoke with such a calm & demanding tone. I LISTENED and ladies we must learn to allow two way streets in communicating. Allowing him to take that deep breath, allowing him to adjust his tone. In the end we conversed for maybe an hour and the conversation lead to a successful ending. Look at the growth in my communication that made our night positive and made the bed much comfortable to sleep in because we addressed any issues. #communication#Commuinicationiskey#deardiary#dearblackgirl#dearblackwomen#melanin#relationshipgoals#relationships#relationshipquotes#relatable#realshit#newpost#newpostalert#newpage
In my grandpa's 84th winter, he is forgetting the year of his wedding. He is forgetting the dates in which he served his country. That he is a great grandfather.
He has four children, and all of them played in the woods where this photograph was taken. When I was a child, I did too.
He remembers that the geese stay all winter and swim in open patches of water, keeping the ice away. He remembers that Red Winged Black-Birds are the first sign of spring, and the exact location of where the sun dips behind the horizon just before the winter solstice. I hope, when I move to Seattle, he remembers my visits in the year leading up to my departure.
My family's memories run deep here in these woods and on this lake, and leaving them feels uncertain, and a little bit sickening; like wiggling a loose tooth with your tongue.
Spending time on this land where the marsh grass grows and the sound of freezing ice splinters through the night, I find a lot of comfort in knowing who I am, and where I come from. When I told my grandpa that I would be leaving, he tilted his head back, patted the arm of his chair and said, "it will be so beautiful for you and your husband to do this. When God opens a door, you have to walk through it." I will be the first person in my family to live this far away from these waters. In so many ways, it is a terrifying thought. I will be taking my roots up (some of them more willing than others) and hope that they can thrive in soil that has never hosted a Sottek, or a Bufe. But in the pit of me, I know that leaving this door open without walking through it would be wrong. Leaving this place, and leaving my grandpa, is the most terrible consequence of such an exciting time in my life, but I know he wouldn't ask me to stay.
I hope next time I see him, he remembers me. I hope that in Seattle, I can remember his words.
Thank you @devinhendrickphoto for capturing this moment and spending time with me in such a magical place.