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Daging dendeng dengan nachos, kemudian dibilas pula dengan hazelnut latte. Alhamdulillah  Beef dendeng with nachos, then coolesd down with hazelnut latte. Alhamdulillah. food is one of simple life pleasure  The Worth of Food  Food is simple, yet so grand,  More than gold within our hand.  For hunger cares not for shining light,  But for a meal to end the night.   Wasting food is wasting grace,  A danger we must not embrace.  Not just in life, but far beyond,  A lesson deep, strong and profound

Title : Weed Flower The Humble Shrub’s Gift In a lush garden, a tall palm lily swayed gracefully, its long leaves reaching toward the sky. Beside it grew a small shrub , with tangled branches and dull, uneven leaves. “You are so plain and messy,” the palm lily said. “No one will ever admire you.” The shrub remained silent, simply growing as the days passed. When spring arrived, the palm lily stood tall, but its beauty remained the same. Meanwhile, the little shrub burst into life, blooming with the sweetest yellow flowers, filling the air with a soft fragrance. Garden visitors stopped to admire the tiny blossoms, their eyes drawn not to the towering palm but to the delicate beauty of the shrub. The palm lily sighed as the wind rustled through its leaves. “Perhaps beauty is not measured by height but by the joy one brings.”

10 minute to maghrib Radiance in the Sky Upon the canvas of twilight’s glow, Where whispers of dusk begin to flow, Clouds drift softly, a fleeting dance, Bathed in gold’s ephemeral glance. The heavens stretch, a boundless sea, Cradling secrets wild and free. Silver linings trace their art, A fleeting masterpiece from the heart. Rays of hope break through the veil, With golden hues that tell a tale. Soft yet bold, they light the way, A promise etched in the fading day. As twilight deepens, colors blend, A symphony that knows no end. In moments brief, yet infinite bright, Lies nature’s grace, bathed in light. So let us gaze, and stand in awe, At evening’s hush, its quiet draw. For in the clouds, both dark and bright, Dances the poetry of day into night.

Title: Waiting for that moment Camera: ASUS zenphone 3 Max.  The Patient Caterpillar Deep within the garden, where the breeze whispered through the leaves, there lived a humble caterpillar named Thierry. He was not the fastest, nor the most colorful, but he had something rare— patience and resilience . From the moment he hatched, Thierry knew his journey would not be easy. He watched as the birds soared above him, the butterflies danced in the wind, and even the ants marched with purpose. But Thierry did not envy them. He simply crawled forward , eating, growing, and preparing for the great change he knew would come. As he grew larger, some of the other garden creatures mocked him. "You are so slow! You will never be as grand as the butterflies!" they jeered. But Thierry paid no mind and continued his journey. One day, as dark clouds gathered and the wind howled, Thierry found a strong branch and clung to it. He felt a deep instinct— the time had come. Wrapping himself in a...

running man. Muar, xperia 12mp, unedited The Running Man On a quiet afternoon, Amir lay on the grass, gazing at the sky. The clouds drifted lazily, but one caught his attention—a shape that looked like a man in mid-stride, racing across the sky. He smiled, imagining it as The Running Man , a traveler of the heavens, always moving, never stopping. Legend had it that when the winds were restless, the Running Man appeared, carrying messages from one corner of the world to another, unseen by most. As Amir watched, the cloud seemed to shift, its “legs” stretching forward, its “arms” swinging with purpose. He whispered, "Where are you going?" A sudden gust of wind brushed his face, as if the Running Man had answered— "Chasing dreams, always chasing dreams." For a moment, Amir swore he saw the figure glance back before the wind carried it away, fading into the endless blue. With a deep breath, Amir sat up, feeling as if he, too, had been given a silent message: Nev...

one square is boring, multiple square is interesting, 2.00 pm kuala lumpur, xperia 12mp. unedited,  The Architect’s Joy Not for riches, nor for fame, Not for medals, not for name. Brick by brick, scribble and spline, Crafting spaces, pure, divine. A sketch at dusk, a thought takes flight, Walls that breathe, windows bright. Light and shadow, form and space, Every detail finds its place. No cheering crowds, no jeweled crown, Just the joy of work well-known. To shape a world, to build with grace, A quiet love, time won’t erase. © 2025 ThumbShutter Blog . This work may be shared and adapted with credit, but not for commercial use. Licensed under CC BY-NC 4.0 .