Maya Angelou’s Words of Wisdom

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A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE…
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to…

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE…
something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants
to see her in an hour…

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE…
a youth she’s content to leave behind….

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE…
a past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to
retelling it in her old age….

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE…
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra…

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE…
one friend who always makes her laugh… and one who lets her cry…

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE…
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family…

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE…
eight matching plates,
wine glasses with stems,
and a recipe for a meal,
that will make her guests feel honored…

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE…
a feeling of control over her destiny.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
how to fall in love without losing herself.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
how to quit a job,
break up with a lover,
and confront a friend without ruining the friendship…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
when to try harder… and when to walk away…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
that she can’t change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
that her childhood may not have been perfect…but its over…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
what she would and wouldn’t do for love or more…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
how to live alone… even if she doesn’t like it…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
whom she can trust,
whom she can’t,
and why she shouldn’t take it personally…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
where to go…
be it to her best friend’s kitchen table…
or a charming inn in the woods…
when her soul needs soothing…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
what she can and can’t accomplish in a day…
a month… and a year…

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source: http://somemandy.posterous.com/maya-angelous-words-of-wisdom

well, actually I once wrote about this great Maya Angelou like, two years ago? check this out.

jogja. kamu

From Drop Box

Masih tentang Jogja, kota yang tak pernah bosan kukenang dan kuceritakan.

Dan kamu. Lelaki yang terlambat datang, meremas jemariku diam-diam, memelukku berlama-lama, menciumi setiap inci tubuhku mengatasnamakan cinta dan segala pembenaran, tertawa-tawa berpura-pura bahwa kita bukan siapa-siapa saat pagi menjelang. Begitulah kita seharusnya: bukan siapa-siapa.

Enam belas taun lewat, dan aku bermimpi tentangmu tadi malam. Maafkan, tapi bahkan membayangkan bertemu kembali denganmu sudah membuatku gemetar.

*maukah kau nyanyikan lagu kita sekali lagi jika nanti kau datang?