Neng Toyib Travelling

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2019 from Neng Toyib dugem tahun baruan

2019-01-13T17:04:00.002-08:00

i feel sad today

2014-09-21T01:03:00.002-07:00

someone just knock me down emotionally..

when you have to bring other people down to make yourself look good, somethings wrong with you

Holiday ke Sorrento Beach Australia

2014-08-20T01:17:00.001-07:00

binatang laut yang berbahaya

gak tau nich ikan apa yach namanya?

puff fish

Ikan cantik banget dech di sorrento beach western australia

mengatasi sakit pilek saat musim dingin dan saat musim salju dengan madu dan kayu manis

2014-06-13T04:26:00.000-07:00

its winter time.. sick time ha ha
its on winter.. its a WAR!!! ha ha ha....
its ME Vs Winter

winter tahun kemarin aku bikin post cara mengatasi flu Klik disini

Seperti biasanya kalo musim dingin / winter di negara2 dengan 4 musim termasuk musim salju dinginnya... brrrr.... menusuk tulang..!!!

Tiap kali musim dingin pasti meler.. pilek gak tau dech sebabnya apa... maybe because im weak hu hu hu so sad.. tapi bener dech tiap kali musim dingin pasti hidung meler...
banyak yang saranin ini itu.. ada yang nyaranin buat minum sup ayam tiap hari , ha ha ha secara diriku di negeri orang, gak ada pembantu... siapa yang bakalan bikinin sup everyday.. ha ha ha, terus ada yang nyaranin minum jamu.. ha ha ha secara di perth gitu gak ada mbok jamu yang keliling dari rumah ke rumah ha ha ha... that'll be nice if ada mbok jamu keliling... enak yach.. minum jamu tiap winter time... secara gak ada mbok jamu... jadinya mulai searching resep jamu di google... ha ha ha ha... I know what you all thinking.. di indo boro2 ngelirik mbok jamu, minum jamu apalagi ngomongin jamu... tiba2 saat menetap di luar negri jadi kangen mbok jamu ha ha ha .. alah lebay!! bukan mbok jamunya kali tapi jamunya itu... sampe2 lihat pinterest, google sana sini buat resep bikin jamu.... walah..
udah cukup rasanya tiap kali musim dingin sakit mulu.. sampe 2 aku berani minum jus kunyit, jus jahe dan jus2 aneh lainnya...

Setelah google sana sini.. akhirnya aku nemu resep buat cara mengatasi cold , pilek, common cold..
resepnya ternyata simpe banget. resepnya yaitu Honey sama Cinnamon/kayu manis
Cold Remedy-A spoon of honey mixed with 1/4 spoon cinnamon taken three times a day for 3 days... knocks out a cold! Trust me it work !!!
Ramuan Madu dan Kayu manis:
1 sdm Madu + 1/2 sdm Kayu manis bubuk, aduk merata dan bisa langsung dikonsumsi atau di simpan.
saat musim dingin tahun ini, aku gak sakit sama sekali... gara2 Madu sama Kayu manis.. agak penasaran sebenarnya apa sich kehebatan madu dan kayu manis untuk kesehatan san stamina tubuh.

Cara mengatasi Pilek/Flu/Cold/Common Cold dan sebagainya

Bikin Ramuan 1 sdm Madu + 1/4 sdm Kayu manis dan konsumsi tiga kali sehari, pagi siang sore, trust me... pas sakit kemarin sehari setelah minum ramuan madu dan kayu manis flunya langsung hilang...padahal hidung meler gak karuan, hidung netes gak berhenti2 tapi setelah minum ramuan madu dan kayu manis semuanya hilang.. wow!! aku sampe terheran2...
Bikin snack yang berhubungan dengan kayu Manis dan madu contohnya: roti tawar di olesi dengan ramuan madu dan kayu manis, irisan2 buah2an di celupkan ke ramuan madu dan kayu manis bubuk, cinnamon rolls, dan snack lainnya yang ada madu dan kayu manisnya.
Bikin teh panas, lalu kasih madu, lemon, dan kayu manis bubuk.

Untuk lihat cara pengobatan alami tradisional lihat / Klik disini

jalan Jalan ke Cheesecake Factory

2014-06-11T05:32:00.002-07:00

Happy birthday to me..

happy birthday to me..

happy birthday dear meeeeee

happy birthday to me..

hip hip hurray.. hip hip hurray...

yaaayy..!!! its my birthday,

so i bought cake, beli cake setengah setengah...

Pas datang ke Cheesecake shop di cannington, wualahhh.. buanyak banget pilihan cake-nya..

pas dirumah sebelum berangkat, cek pilihan cake-nya online.. yang paling menarik itu ada beberapa pilihan blackforest... tapi pas datang ke tokonya yang di cannington.. yang deket petrol station itu loh.. yang seberangnya Westfield Caraousel.. waduh.. bingung milih cake nya banyak banget... dan semuanya enak enak..jadinya bingung milihnya..

Setelah hampir seribu menit kebingungan milih cake ha ha ha lebay...

Jadinya aku milih chocolate mouse torte dan Tiramitsu Torte, aku belinya setengah setengah gitu...

Pilihan cake2nya

Pilihan kue, Cake, cheesecake dan torte

Toko the cheesecake shop di cannington

Toko cheesecakenya dari depan

Chocolate mouse torte dan Tiramitsu Torte

Enjoy a slice.. and happy birthday to me yaaay..!!!

buat temen2 yang mau baca novel fifty shades of grey part 26

2014-06-10T05:21:00.000-07:00

I wake with a jolt. I think I’ve just fallen down some stairs in a dream, and I bolt upright, momentarily disorientated. It is dark, and I’m in Christian’s bed alone. Something has woken me, some nagging thought. I glance over at the alarm clock on his bedside. It is 5:00 in the morning, but I feel rested. Why is that? Oh – it’s the time difference – it would be 8:00 a.m. in Georgia. Holy crap… I need to take my pill. I clamber out of bed, grateful for whatever it is that has woken me. I can hear faint notes from the piano. Christian is playing. This I must see. I love watching him play. Naked, I grab my bathrobe from the chair and wander quietly down the corridor, slipping on my robeand listening to the magical sound of the melodic lament that’s coming from the great room.
Shrouded in darkness, Christian sits in a bubble of light as he plays, and his hair glints with burnished copper highlights. He looks naked, though I know he’s wearing his PJ bottoms. He’s concentrating, playing beautifully, lost in the melancholy of the music. I hesitate, watching from the shadows, not wanting to interrupt him. I want to hold him. He looks lost, sad even, and achingly lonely – or maybe it’s just the music that’s so full of poignant sorrow. He finishes the piece, pauses for a split second, then starts to play it again. I move cautiously toward him, drawn as the moth to the flame… the idea makes me smile. He glances up at me and frowns before his gaze returns to his hands
Oh crap, is he pissed off that I am disturbing him?
“You should be asleep,” he scolds mildly.
I can tell he’s pre-occupied with something.
“So should you,” I retort not quite as mildly.
He glances up again, his lips twitching with a trace of a smile.
“Are you scolding me, Miss Steele?”
“Yes, Mr. Grey, I am.”
“Well, I can’t sleep.” He frowns once more as a trace of irritation or anger flashes across his face. With me? Surely not.
I ignore his facial expression and very bravely sit down beside him on the piano stool, placing my head on his bare shoulder to watch his deft, agile fingers caress the keys. He pauses fractionally, and then continues to the end of the piece.
“What was that?” I ask softly.
“Chopin. Opus 28, number 4. In E minor, if you’re interested,” he murmurs.
“I’m always interested in what you do.”
He turns and softly presses his lips against my hair.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t. Play the other one.”
“Other one?”
“The Bach piece that you played the first night I stayed.”
“Oh, the Marcello.”

He starts to play slowly and deliberately. I feel the movement of his hands in his shoulder as I lean against him and close my eyes. The sad, soulful notes swirl slowly and mournfully around us, echoing off the walls. It is a hauntingly beautiful piece, sadder even than the Chopin, and I lose myself to the beauty of the lament. To a certain extent, it reflects how I feel. The deep poignant longing I have to know this extraordinary man better, to try and understand his sadness. All too soon, the piece is at an end.
“Why do you only play such sad music?”
I sit upright and gaze up at him as he shrugs in answer to my question, his expression wary.
“So you were just six when you started to play?” I prompt.
He nods, his wary look intensifying. After a moment he volunteers.
“I threw myself into learning the piano to please my new mother.”
“To fit into the perfect family?”
“Yes, so to speak,” he says evasively. “Why are you awake? Don’t you need to recover from yesterday’s exertions?”
“It’s 8:00 in the morning for me. And I need to take my pill.”
He raises his eyebrows in surprise.
“Well remembered,” he murmurs, and I can tell he’s impressed. His lips quirk up in a half smile.
“Only you would start a course of time-specific birth control pills in a different time zone. Perhaps you should wait half an hour and then another half hour tomorrow morning. So s eventually you can take them at a reasonable time.”
“Good plan,” I breathe. “So what shall we do for half an hour?” I blink innocently at him.
“I can think of a few things,” he grins, gray eyes bright. I gaze back impassively as my insides clench and melt under his knowing look.
“On the other hand, we could talk,” I suggest quietly.
His brow creases.
“I prefer what I have in mind.” He scoops me onto his lap.
“You’d always rather have sex than talk,” I laugh, steadying myself by holding on to his upper arms.
“True. Especially with you.” He nuzzles my hair and starts a steady trail of kisses from below my ear to my throat. “Maybe on my piano,” he whispers.
Oh my. My whole body tightens at the thought. Piano. Wow.
“I want to get something straight,” I whisper as my pulse starts to accelerate, and my inner goddess closes her eyes, reveling in the feel of his lips on me.
He pauses momentarily before continuing his sensual assault.
“Always so eager for information, Miss Steele. What needs straightening out?” he breathes against my skin at the base of my neck, continuing his soft gentle kisses.
“Us,” I whisper as I close my eyes.
“Hmm. What about us?” He pauses his trail of kisses along my shoulder.
“The contract.”
He lifts his head to gaze down at me, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and sighs. He strokes his fingertips down my cheek.
“Well, I think the contract is moot, don’t you?” His voice is low and husky, his eyes soft.
“Moot?”
“Moot.” He smiles. I gape at him quizzically.
“But you were so keen.”
“Well, that was before. Anyway, the Rules aren’t moot, they still stand.” His expression hardens slightly.
“Before? Before what?”
“Before,”… He pauses, and the wary expression is back, “more.” He shrugs.
“Oh.”
“Besides, we’ve been in the playroom twice now, and you haven’t run screaming for the hills.”
“Do you expect me to?”
“Nothing you do is expected, Anastasia,” he says dryly.
“So, let me be clear. You just want me to follow the Rules element of the contract all the time but not the rest of the contract?”
“Except in the playroom. I want you to follow the spirit of the contract in the playroom, and yes, I want you to follow the rules – all the time. Then I know you’ll be safe, and I’ll be able to have you anytime I wish.”
“And if I break one of the rules?”
“Then I’ll punish you.”
“But won’t you need my permission?”
“Yes, I will.”
“And if I say no?”
He gazes at me for a moment, with a confused expression.
“If you say no, you’ll say no. I’ll have to find a way to persuade you.”
I pull away from him and stand. I need some distance. He frowns as I stare down at him. He looks puzzled and wary again.
“So the punishment aspect remains.”
“Yes, but only if you break the rules.”
“I’ll need to re-read them,” I say, trying to recall the detail.
“I’ll fetch them for you.” His tone is suddenly businesslike.
Whoa. This has gotten serious so quickly. He rises from the piano and walks lithely to his study. My scalp prickles. Jeez, I need some tea. The future of our so-called relationship is being discussed at 5:45 in the morning when he’s pre-occupied with something else – is this wise? I head into the kitchen which is still shrouded in darkness. Where are the light switches? I find them, flick them on, and pour water into the kettle. My pill! I rummage in my purse that I left on the breakfast bar and find them quickly. One swallow, and I’m done. By the time I finish, Christian is back, sitting on one of the bar stools, watching me intently.
“Here you go.” He pushes a typed piece of paper toward me, and I notice that he’s crossed some things out.
RULES
Obedience:
The Submissive will obey any instructions given by The Dominant immediately without hesitation or reservation and in an expeditious manner. The Submissive will agree to any sexual activity deemed fit and pleasurable by the Dominant excepting those activities which are outlined in hard limits (Appendix A). She will do so eagerly and without hesitation.
Sleep:
The Submissive will ensure she achieves a minimum of eight seven hours sleep a night when she is not with The Dominant.
Food:
The Submissive will eat regularly to maintain her health and wellbeing from a prescribed list of foods (Appendix 4). The Submissive will not snack between meals, with the exception of fruit.
Clothes:
While with The Dominant, The Submissive will wear clothing only approved by The Dominant. The Dominant will provide a clothing budget for The Submissive, which The Submissive shall utilize. The Dominant shall accompany The Submissive to purchase clothing on an ad hoc basis.
Exercise:
The Dominant shall provide The Submissive with a personal trainer four three times a week in hour-long sessions at times to be mutually agreed between the personal trainer and The Submissive. The personal trainer will report to The Dominant on The Submissive’s progress.
Personal Hygiene/Beauty:
The Submissive will keep herself clean and shaved and/or waxed at all times. The Submissive will visit a beauty salon of The Dominant’s choosing at times to be decided by The Dominant, and undergo whatever treatments The Dominant sees fit.
Personal Safety:
The Submissive will not drink to excess, smoke, take recreational drugs or put herself in any unnecessary danger.
Personal Qualities:
The Submissive will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other than The Dominant. The Submissive will conduct herself in a respectful and modest manner at all times. She must recognize that her behavior is a direct reflection on The Dominant. She shall be held accountable for any misdeeds, wrongdoings and misbehavior committed when not in the presence of the Dominant.
Failure to comply with any of the above will result in immediate punishment, the nature of which shall be determined by The Dominant.
“So the obedience thing still stands?”
“Oh, yes.” He grins.
I shake my head amused, and before I realize it, I roll my eyes at him.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me, Anastasia?” He breathes.
Oh fuck.
“Possibly, depends what your reaction is.”
“Same as always,” he says, shaking his head slightly, his eyes alight with excitement.
I swallow instinctively and a frisson of exhilaration runs through me.
“So... ” Holy shit. What am I going to do?
“Yes?” He licks his lower lip.
“You want to spank me now.”
“Yes. And I will.”
“Oh, really, Mr. Grey?” I challenge, grinning back at him. Two can play this game.
“Are you going to stop me?”
“You’re going to have to catch me first.”
His eyes widen a fraction, and he grins, slowly getting to his feet.
“Oh, really, Miss Steele?”
The breakfast bar is between us. I have never been so grateful for its existence than in this moment.
“And you’re biting your lip,” he breathes, moving slowly to his left as I move to mine.
“You wouldn’t,” I tease. “After all, you roll your eyes.” I try reasoning with him. He continues to move toward his left, as do I.
“Yes, but you’ve just raised the bar on the excitement stakes with this game.” His eyes blaze, and wild anticipation emanates from him.
“I’m quite fast you know.” I try for nonchalance.
“So am I.”
He’s stalking me, in his own kitchen.
“Are you going to come quietly?” he asks.
“Do I ever?”
“Miss Steele, what do you mean?” he smirks. “It’ll be worse for you if I have to come and get you.”
“That’s only if you catch me, Christian. And right now, I have no intention of letting you catch me.”
“Anastasia, you may fall and hurt yourself. Which will put you in direct contravention of rule number seven.”
“I have been in danger since I met you, Mr. Grey, rules or no rules.”
“Yes you have.” He pauses, and his brow furrows slightly.
Suddenly, he lunges for me, making me squeal and run for the dining room table. I manage to escape, putting the table between us. My heart is pounding and adrenaline has spiked through my body… boy... this is so thrilling. I’m a child again, though that’s not right. I watch him carefully as he paces deliberately toward me. I inch away.
“You certainly know how to distract a man, Anastasia.”
“We aim to please, Mr. Grey. Distract you from what?”
“Life. The universe.” He waves one of his hands vaguely.
“You did seem very pre-occupied as you were playing.”
He stops and folds his arms, his expression amused.
“We can do this all day, baby, but I will get you, and it will just be worse for you when I do.”
“No, you won’t.” I must not be over-confident. I repeat this as a mantra. My subconscious has found her Nikes, and she’s on the starting blocks.
“Anyone would think you didn’t want me to catch you.”
“I don’t. That’s the point. I feel about punishment the way you feel about me touching you.”
His entire demeanor changes in a nanosecond. Gone is playful Christian, and he stands staring at me as if I’d slapped him. He’s ashen.
“That’s how you feel?” he whispers.
Those four words, and the way he utters them, speaks volumes. Oh no. They tell me so much more about him and how he feels. They tell me about his fear and loathing. I frown. No, I don’t feel that bad. No way. Do I?
“No. It doesn’t affect me quite as much as that, but it gives you an idea,” I murmur, staring anxiously at him.
“Oh,” he says.
Crap. He looks completely and utterly lost, like I’ve pulled the rug from under his feet.
Taking a deep breath, I move round the table until I am standing in front of him, gazing into his apprehensive eyes.
“You hate it that much?” he breathes, his eyes filled with horror.
“Well… no,” I reassure him. Jeez – that’s how he feels about people touching him? “No. I feel ambivalent about it. I don’t like it, but I don’t hate it.”
“But last night, in the playroom, you… ” he trails off.
“I do it for you, Christian, because you need it. I don’t. You didn’t hurt me last night. That was in a different context, and I can rationalize that internally, and I trust you. But when you want to punish me, I worry that you’ll hurt me.”
His gray eyes blaze like a turbulent storm. Time moves, and expands and slips away before he answers softly.
“I want to hurt you. But not beyond anything that you couldn’t take.”
Fuck!
“Why?”
He runs his hand through his hair, and he shrugs.
“I just need it.” He pauses, gazing at me with anguish, and he closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I can’t tell you,” he whispers.
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Won’t.”
“So you know why.”
“Yes.”
“But you won’t tell me.”
“If I do, you will run screaming from this room, and you’ll never want to return.” He stares at me warily. “I can’t risk that, Anastasia.”
“You want me to stay.”
“More than you know. I couldn’t bear to lose you.”
Oh my.
He gazes down at me, and suddenly, he pulls me into his arms and he’s kissing me, kissing me passionately. It takes me completely by surprise, and I sense his panic and desperate need in his kiss.
“Don’t leave me. You said you wouldn’t leave me, and you begged me not to leave you, in your sleep,” he murmurs against my lips.
Oh… my nocturnal confessions.
“I don’t want to go.” And my heart clenches, turning itself inside out.
This is a man in need. His fear is naked and obvious, but he’s lost… somewhere in his darkness. His eyes wide and bleak and tortured. I can soothe him. Join him briefly in the darkness and bring him into the light.
“Show me,” I whisper.
“Show you?”
“Show me how much it can hurt.”
“What?”
“Punish me. I want to know how bad it can get.”
Christian steps back away from me, completely confused.
“You would try?”
“Yes. I said I would.” But I have an ulterior motive. If I do this for him, maybe he will let me touch him.
He blinks at me.
“Ana, you’re so confusing.”
“I’m confused too. I’m trying to work this out. And you and I will know, once and for all, if I can do this. If I can handle this, then maybe you –” My words fail me, and his eyes widen again. He knows I am referring to the touch thing. For a moment, he looks torn, but then a steely resolve settles on his features, and he narrows his eyes, gazing at me speculatively as if weighing up alternatives.
Abruptly, he clasps my arm in a firm grip and turns, leading me out of the great room, up the stairs, and to the playroom. Pleasure and pain, reward and punishment – his words from so long ago echo through my mind.
“I’ll show you how bad it can be, and you can make your own mind up.” He pauses by the door. “Are you ready for this?”
I nod, my mind made up, and I’m vaguely lightheaded, faint as all the blood leaves my face.
He opens the door, and still grasping my arm, grabs what looks like a belt from the rack beside the door, then leads me over to the red leather bench in the far corner of the room.
“Bend over the bench,” he murmurs softly.
Okay. I can do this. I bend over the smooth soft leather. He’s left my bathrobe on. In a quiet part of my brain, I’m vaguely surprised that he hasn’t made me take it off. Holy fuck this is going to hurt… I know. My subconscious has passed out, and my inner goddess is endeavoring to look brave.
“We’re here because you said yes, Anastasia. And you ran from me. I am going to hit you six times, and you will count with me.”
Why the hell doesn’t he just get on with it? He always makes such a meal of punishing me. I roll my eyes, knowing full well he can’t see me.
He lifts the hem of my bathrobe, and for some reason, this feels more intimate than being naked. He gently caresses my behind, running his warm hand all over both cheeks and down to the tops of my thighs.
“I am doing this so that you remember not to run from me, and as exciting as it is, I never want you to run from me,” he whispers.
And the irony is not lost on me. I was running to avoid this. If he’d opened his arms, I’d run to him, not away from him.
“And you rolled your eyes at me. You know how I feel about that.” Suddenly, it’s gone – that nervous edgy fear in his voice. He’s back from wherever he’s been. I hear it in his tone, in the way he places his fingers on my back, holding me – and the atmosphere in the room changes.
I close my eyes, bracing myself for the blow. It comes hard, snapping across my backside, and the bite of the belt is everything I feared. I cry out involuntarily, and take a huge gulp of air.
“Count, Anastasia!” he commands.
“One!” I shout at him, and it sounds like an expletive.
He hits me again, and the pain pulses and echoes along the line of the belt. Holy shit… that smarts.
“Two!” I scream. It feels so good to scream.
His breathing is ragged and harsh. Whereas mine is almost non-existent as I desperately scrabble around my psyche looking for some internal strength. The belt cuts into my flesh again.
“Three!” Tears spring unwelcome into my eyes. Jeez – this is harder than I thought – so much harder than the spanking. He’s not holding anything back.
“Four!” I yell as the belt bites me again, and now the tears are streaming down my face. I don’t want to cry. It angers me that I am crying. He hits me again.
“Five.” My voice is more a choked, strangled sob, and in this moment, I think I hate him. One more, I can do one more. My backside feels as if it’s on fire.
“Six,” I whisper as the blistering pain cuts across me again, and I hear him drop the belt behind me, and he’s pulling me into his arms, all breathless and compassionate… and I want none of him.
“Let go… no... ” And I find myself struggling out his grasp, pushing him away. Fighting him.
“Don’t touch me!” I hiss. I straighten and stare at him, and he’s watching me as if I might bolt, gray eyes wide, bemused. I dash the tears angrily out of my eyes with the backs of my hands, glaring at him.
“This is what you really like? Me, like this?” I use the sleeve of the bathrobe to wipe my nose.
He gazes at me warily.
“Well, you are one fucked-up son of a bitch.”
“Ana,” he pleads, shocked.
“Don’t you dare, Ana me! You need to sort your shit out, Grey!” And with that, I turn stiffly, and I walk out of the playroom, closing the door quietly behind me.
I clasp the door handle behind me and briefly lean back against the door. Where to go? Do I run? Do I stay? I am so mad, angry scalding tears spill down my cheeks, and I brush them furiously aside. I just want to curl up. Curl up and recuperate in some way. Heal my shattered faith. How could I have been so stupid? Of course it hurts.
Tentatively, I rub my backside. Aah! It’s sore. Where to go? Not his room. My room, or the room that will be mine, no, is mine… was mine. This is why he wanted me to keep it. He knew I would need distance from him.
I launch myself stiffly in that direction, conscious that Christian may follow me. It is still dark in the bedroom, dawn only a whisper in the skyline. I climb awkwardly into bed, careful not to sit on my aching and tender backside. I keep the bathrobe on, wrapping it around me, and curl up and really let go – sobbing hard into my pillow.
What was I thinking? Why did I let him do that to me? I wanted the dark, to explore how bad it could be – but it’s too dark for me. I cannot do this. Yet, this is what he does, this is how he gets his kicks.
What a monumental wake-up call. And to be fair to him, he warned me and warned me, time and again. He’s not normal. He has needs that I cannot fulfill. I realize that now. I don’t want him to hit me like that again, ever. I think of the couple of times he has hit me, and how easy he was on me by comparison. Is that enough for him? I sob harder into the pillow. I am going to lose him. He won’t want to be with me if I can’t give him this. Why, why, why have I fallen in love with Fifty Shades? Why? Why can’t I love José, or Paul Clayton, or someone like me?
Oh, his distraught look as I left. I was so cruel, so shocked by the savagery… will he forgive me… will I forgive him? My thoughts are all haywire and jumbled, echoing and bouncing off the inside of my skull. My subconscious is shaking her head sadly, and my inner goddess is nowhere to be seen. Oh, this is a dark morning of the soul for me. I’m so alone. I want my Mom. I remember her parting words at the airport,
Follow your heart, darling, and please, please – try not to over-think things. Relax and enjoy. You are so young, sweetheart, you have so much to experience, just let it happen. You deserve the best of everything.
I did follow my heart, and I have a sore ass and an anguished, broken spirit to show for it. I have to go. That’s it… I have to leave. He’s no good for me, and I am no good for him. How can we possibly make this work? And the thought of not seeing him again practically chokes me… my Fifty Shades.
I hear the door click open. Oh no – he’s here. He puts something down on the bedside table, and the bed shifts under his weight as he climbs in behind me.
“Hush,” he breathes, and I want to pull away from him, move to the other side of the bed, but I’m paralyzed. I cannot move and lie stiffly, not yielding at all. “Don’t fight me, Ana, please,” he whispers. Gently, he pulls me into his arms, burying his nose in my hair, kissing my neck.
“Don’t hate me,” he breathes softly against my skin, his voice achingly sad. My heart clenches anew and releases a fresh wave of silent sobbing. He continues to kiss me softly, tenderly, but I remain aloof and wary.
We lie together like this, neither saying anything for ages. He just holds me, and very gradually, I relax and stop crying. Dawn comes and goes, and the soft light gets brighter as morning moves on, and still we lie quietly.
“I bought you some Advil and some arnica cream,” he says after a long while.
I turn very slowly in his arms so I can face him. I am resting my head on his arm. His eyes are flinty gray and guarded.
I gaze at his beautiful face. He’s giving nothing away, but he keeps his eyes on mine, hardly blinking. Oh, he is so breathtakingly good-looking. In such a short time, he’s become so, so dear to me. Reaching up, I caress his cheek and run the tips of my fingers through his stubble. He closes his eyes and exhales slightly.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
He opens his eyes and looks at me puzzled.
“What for?”
“What I said.”
“You didn’t tell me anything I didn’t know.” And his eyes soften with relief. “I am sorry I hurt you.”
I shrug.
“I asked for it.” And now I know. I swallow. Here goes. I need to say my piece. “I don’t think I can be everything you want me to be,” I whisper. His eyes widen slightly, and he blinks, his fearful expression returning.
“You are everything I want you to be.”
What?
“I don’t understand. I’m not obedient, and you can be as sure as hell I’m not going to let you do that to me again. And that’s what you need, you said so.”
He closes his eyes again, and I can see a myriad of emotions cross his face. When he reopens them, his expression is bleak. Oh no.
“You’re right. I should let you go. I am no good for you.”
My scalp prickles as every single hair follicle on my body stands to attention, and the world falls away from me, leaving a wide, yawning abyss for me to fall into. Oh no.
“I don’t want to go,” I whisper. Fuck – this is it. Pay or play. Tears swim in my eyes once more.
“I don’t want you to go either,” he whispers, his voice raw. He reaches up and gently strokes my cheek and wipes away a falling tear with his thumb. “I’ve come alive since I met you.” His thumb traces the contours of my lower lip.
“Me too,” I whisper, “I’ve fallen in love with you, Christian.”
His eyes widen again, but this time, with pure, undiluted fear.
“No,” he breathes as if I’ve knocked the wind out of him.
Oh no.
“You can’t love me, Ana. No… that’s wrong.” He’s horrified.
“Wrong? Why’s it wrong?”
“Well, look at you. I can’t make you happy.” His voice is anguished.
“But you do make me happy.” I frown.
“Not at the moment, not doing what I want to do.”
Holy fuck. This really is it. This is what it boils down to – incompatibility - and all those poor subs come to mind.
“We’ll never get past that, will we?” I whisper, my scalp prickling in fear.
He shakes his head bleakly. I close my eyes. I cannot bear to look at him.
“Well… I’d better go, then,” I murmur, wincing as I sit up.
“No, don’t go.” He sounds panicked.
“There’s no point in me staying.” Suddenly, I feel tired, really dog-tired, and I want to go now. I climb out of bed, and Christian follows.
“I’m going to get dressed. I’d like some privacy,” I say, my voice flat and empty as I leave him standing in the bedroom.
Heading downstairs, I glance at the great room, thinking how only hours before I had rested my head on his shoulder as he played the piano. So much has happened since then. I have had my eyes opened and glimpsed the extent of his depravity, and I now know he’s not capable of love – of giving or receiving love. My worst fears have been realized. And strangely, it’s very liberating.
The pain is such that I refuse to acknowledge it. I feel numb. I have somehow escaped from my body and am now a casual observer to this unfolding tragedy. I shower quickly and methodically, thinking only of each second in front of me. Now squeeze body wash bottle. Put body wash bottle back in rack. Rub cloth on face, on shoulders… on and on, all simple, mechanical actions, requiring simple mechanical thoughts.
I finish my shower – and as I haven’t washed my hair, I can dry myself quickly. I dress in the bathroom, taking my jeans and t-shirt out of my small suitcase. My jeans chafe against my backside, but quite frankly, it’s a pain I welcome as it distracts my mind from what’s happening to my splintering, shattered heart.
I stoop to shut my suitcase, and the bag holding Christian’s gift catches my eye, a modeling kit for a Blahnik L23 glider, something for him to build. Tears threaten. Oh no… happier times, when there was hope of more. I take it out of the case, knowing that I need
to give it to him. Quickly, I rip a small piece of paper from my notebook, hastily scribble a note for him, and leave it on top of the box.

This remind me of a happy time.
Thank you.
Ana

I gaze at myself in the mirror. A pale and haunted ghost stares back at me. I scoop my hair into a ponytail and ignore how swollen my eyelids are from the crying. My subconscious nods with approval. Even she knows not to be snarky right now. I cannot believe that my world is crumbling around me into a sterile pile of ashes, all my hopes and dreams cruelly dashed. No, no don’t think about it. Not now, not yet. Taking a deep breath, I pick up my case, and after placing the glider kit and my note on his pillow, I head for the great room.
Christian is on the phone. He’s dressed in black jeans and t-shirt. His feet are bare.
“He said what!” he shouts, making me jump. “Well, he could have told us the fucking truth. What’s his number, I need to call him… Welch, this is a real fuck-up.” He glances up and doesn’t take his dark and brooding eyes off me. “Find her,” he snaps and presses the off switch.
I walk over to the couch and collect my backpack, doing my best to ignore him. I take the Mac out of it and walk back toward the kitchen, placing it carefully on the breakfast bar, along with the BlackBerry and the car key. When I turn to face him, he’s staring at me, stupefied with horror.
“I need the money that Taylor got for my Beetle.” My voice is clear and calm, devoid of emotion… extraordinary.
“Ana, I don’t want those things, they’re yours,” he says in disbelief. “Please, take them.”
“No Christian – I only accepted them under sufferance – and I don’t want them anymore.”
“Ana, be reasonable,” he scolds me, even now.
“I don’t want anything that will remind me of you. I just need the money that Taylor got for my car.” My voice is quite monotone.
He gasps.
“Are you really trying to wound me?”
“No.” I frown staring at him. Of course not… I love you. “I’m not. I’m trying to protect myself,” I whisper. Because you don’t want me the way I want you.
“Please, Ana, take that stuff.”
“Christian, I don’t want to fight – I just need the money.”
He narrows his eyes, but I’m no longer intimidated by him. Well, only a little. I gaze impassively back, not blinking or backing down.
“Will you take a check?” he says acidly.
“Yes. I think you’re good for it.”
He doesn’t smile, he just turns on his heel and stalks into his study. I take a last lingering look around his apartment – at the art on the walls – all abstracts, serene, cool… cold, even. Fitting, I think absently. My eyes stray to the piano. Jeez – if I’d kept my mouth shut, we’d have made love on the piano. No, fucked, we would have fucked on the piano. Well, I would have made love. The thought lies heavy and sad in my mind. He has never made love to me, has he? It’s always been fucking to him.
Christian returns and hands me an envelope.
“Taylor got a good price. It’s a classic car. You can ask him. He’ll take you home.” He nods in the direction over my shoulder. I turn, and Taylor is standing in the doorway, wearing his suit, as impeccable as ever.
“That’s fine, I can get myself home, thank you.”
I turn to stare at Christian, and I see the barely-contained fury in his eyes.
“Are you going to defy me at every turn?”
“Why change a habit of a lifetime?” I give him a small, apologetic shrug.
He closes his eyes in frustration and runs his hand through his hair.
“Please, Ana, let Taylor take you home.”
“I’ll get the car, Miss Steele,” Taylor announces authoritatively. Christian nods at him, and when I glance around, Taylor has gone.
I turn back to face Christian. We are four feet apart. He steps forward, and instinctively I step back. He stops, and the anguish in his expression is palpable, his gray eyes burning.
“I don’t want you to go,” he murmurs, his voice full of longing.
“I can’t stay. I know what I want and you can’t give it to me, and I can’t give you what you need.”
He takes another step forward, and I hold up my hands.
“Don’t, please.” I recoil from him. There’s no way I can tolerate his touch now, it will slay me. “I can’t do this.”
Grabbing my suitcase and my backpack, I head for the foyer. He follows me, keeping a careful distance. He presses the elevator button, and the doors open. I climb in.
“Goodbye, Christian,” I murmur.
“Ana, goodbye,” he says softly, and he looks utterly, utterly broken, a man in agonizing pain, reflecting how I feel inside. I tear my gaze away from him before I change my mind and try to comfort him.
The elevator doors close, and it whisks me down to the bowels of the basement and to my own personal hell.
Taylor holds the door open for me, and I climb into the back of the car. I avoid eye contact. Embarrassment and shame washes over me. I’m a complete failure. I had hoped to drag
my Fifty Shades into the light, but it’s proved a task beyond my meager abilities. Desperately, I try to keep my emotions banked and at bay. As we head out onto 4th Avenue, I stare blankly out of the window, and the enormity of what I’ve done slowly washes over me. Shit – I’ve left him. The only man I’ve ever loved. The only man I’ve ever slept with. I gasp, and the levees burst. Tears course unbidden and unwelcome down my cheeks, and I wipe them away hurriedly with my fingers, scrambling in my bag for my sunglasses. As we pause at some traffic lights, Taylor holds out a linen handkerchief for me. He says nothing and doesn’t look in my direction, and I take it with gratitude.
“Thank you,” I mutter, and this small discreet act of kindness is my undoing. I sit back in the luxurious leather seats and weep.
The apartment is achingly empty and unfamiliar. I have not lived here long enough for it to feel like home. I head straight to my room, and there, hanging limply at the end of my bed, is a very sad, deflated helicopter balloon. Charlie Tango, looking and feeling exactly like me. I grab it angrily off my bedrail, snapping the tie, and hug it to me. Oh – what have I done?
I fall onto my bed, shoes and all, and howl. The pain is indescribable… physical, mental… metaphysical… it is everywhere, seeping into the marrow of my bones. Grief. This is grief – and I’ve brought it on myself. Deep down, a nasty, unbidden thought comes from my inner goddess, her lip curled in a snarl… the physical pain from the bite of a belt is nothing, nothing compared to this devastation. I curl up, desperately clutching the flat foil balloon and Taylor’s handkerchief, and surrender myself to my grief.

I really do sick and tired of getting sick and tired every time a cold winter coming.. Heelllppp meee pleaseee!!!

2014-06-09T05:14:00.001-07:00

YES.., i'm serious, every winter im down.. literally.. cannot stand up, too much headache, cough, runny nose, blocked nose, and temperature..
some say singing boost my immunity... really.. Im hardly breathing between cough, let alone singing.. and some say, laugh will boost the immunity system... hmmm i donk know about this one.. my life is too depressing..
what do i do people...? hellllppp

kerusuhan di hari inspeksi

2014-05-28T04:41:00.002-07:00

Hari inspeksi dari agen real estate
biasa kalo orang mesih rental sewa rumah.. tiap beberapa bulan sekali agen rental property datang ke rumah lihat ini itu, bersih apa gak... serasa tinggal kaya kemping, inspeksi rumah...
kebetulan aku nyewa rumah di perh pake nicheliving... waduh.. agennya kakak.. jutekk judes... ampuuunnnn... daH!!!
terus yang punya rumahnya juga rewel bawelnya minta ampun... komplen soal rumput di depan rumah yang harus di mown lawn rapih... secara kita sibuk banget makanya pangkas rumput kalo weekend....
inspeksion day minggu ini.. banyak banget yang harus diberesin..

fuuiiihh... kotor banget

yang paling aku sebelin sich kompornya... ampun lengket banget.. disekitar kompornya. jadinya kotorannya pada lengket semua.... nyoba ini itu banyak produk yang dicobain... bukan promosi yach...buat bantu buat temen2 yang lagi mau inspeksi...boleh cobain jiff.. ampuh banget..

Email penipuan yang masuk ke Email aku hari ini

2014-05-21T05:47:00.001-07:00

Email penipunya sich dari anoxsoft dot com, tapi si penipunya ngaku kalo dirinya pegawai bank montreal di London.. waduh waduh ada ada aja sich ni penipu... emang kita bloon banget yach percaya aja sama yang begituan.. ha ha ha

Nich... email penipunya kaya gini..

Simmon & Simmon U.K (bane@anoxsoft.com)

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The inheritance was deposited by( Name Witheld) before his death, he was a Medical consultant to UNICEF. He passed away in Dubai on the 23rd may 2012 according to the information issued by the British Home Office
Be informed that you have been confirmed as the authentic beneficiary by the board of the holding bank of your inheritance(Bank Of Montreal London) we will reveal further information to you when we have received your information and cross checked and confirm with what has been certified by the holding bank.
Find below the requested information for revalidation
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© 2014

jalan jalan, hang out ke sorrento beach

2014-05-16T03:57:00.002-07:00

Kolam ikan hiu yang masih bayi

Jalan- jalan ke sorrento Beach

2014-05-13T03:37:00.001-07:00

vidoe lagi jalan jalan ke sorrento

My visit to sorrento beach part I

2014-05-12T03:49:00.001-07:00

belut laut,ular laut, Sea snakes @ AQWA, sorrento beach, Western Australia

2014-05-11T05:19:00.001-07:00

Berenang bersama ikan hiu di kolam besar ikan hiu

Ular Laut

Belut laut

Hewan laut yang aneh
bentuknya lonjing, gak banyak bergerak,

My visit to sorrento beach

2014-05-10T05:46:00.001-07:00

OMG.. batuk batuk ga ilang2

2014-05-06T05:32:00.001-07:00

aku hampir 2 minggu batuk batuk ga ilang2 hampir frustasi.
minum obat batuk ga ilang2 juga, pake home remedy,bikin ramuan herbal tradisional lemon dan honey plus air hangat bikin tenggorokan enak sebentar tapi batuk ga ilang dan kembali lagi, dan kalo lagi melakukan aktivitas batuknya makin parah.
resep untuk smoothing sementara:
1 sdm honey/madu
1sdm lemon
1 cangkir air panas

batuknya seperti dry cough, ga ada mucus, cuma batuk2 aja ga berhenti2...sudah hampir dua minggu.
namun ada beberapa cara untuk mengurangi batuk biar ga lebay batuk2 ga berhenti2...

Berikut adalah beberapa cara untuk mencegah batuk :: ----
Siapkan secangkir teh hangat dengan menyemprotkan lemon dan satu sendok makan madu . Madu dalam teh akan membantu untuk melapisi tenggorokan teriritasi Anda dan memungkinkan Anda untuk berhenti batuk .

Uap dari mandi hangat membantu untuk melembabkan bagian tenggorokan teriritasi Anda menghentikan batuk . Berdiri di kamar mandi selama sedikitnya sepuluh menit dan menghirup uap hangat . Ini bisa sangat terapeutik

Siapkan segelas mengepul susu yang Anda telah menambahkan satu sendok makan madu . Minum ini perlahan-lahan sebelum tidur untuk mencegah batuk malam hari . Susu hangat juga dapat membantu Anda untuk tidur jika Anda menderita insomnia .

Jauhkan paket permen peppermint di saku Anda dan mengunyah pada satu pada tanda pertama dari batuk .

Batuk kering cenderung diperburuk oleh udara kering . Berinvestasi dalam humidifier yang baik untuk meningkatkan kelembaban di tempat tinggal anda . Tidak hanya dapat ini menghentikan batuk Anda, juga dapat mengurangi resiko terkena infeksi saluran pernapasan atas .

Tambahkan beberapa sendok teh cuka sari apel ke segelas air . Minum ini perlahan-lahan ketika Anda merasakan dorongan untuk batuk menyerang kamu. Cuka membantu untuk mengurangi peradangan di tenggorokan dan saluran pernapasan bagian atas yang dapat membantu untuk mencegah batuk .

Jahe dapat menjadi obat batuk yang sangat efektif . Kupas sepotong kecil jahe segar dan mengunyah perlahan-lahan . Dorongan Anda batuk perlahan-lahan harus menghilang .

Minum air lemon Hangat !! Drink Hot Lemon Water!!!

2014-05-05T05:13:00.001-07:00

beberapa minggu ini aku mulai minum air lemon hangat di pagi hari sama breakfast dan minum air es lemon di siang hari sama lunch...kadang2 aku campur sama teh dan honey biar agak bervariasi. manfaat air lemon ini banyak banget loh, selain mencerahkan kulit biar segar, dan makin awet muda, juga cepat menurunkan berat badan buat yang lagi diet ini bagus banget.. manfaat detox lemon sudah diketahui khalayak umum...

vitamin booster kalo sakit

2014-05-04T06:24:00.001-07:00

Ada beberapa juice yang bisa diminum saat sakit

Winter 2014 is coming in perth.. prepare yourself... brrrrr dinginnnn

2014-05-02T02:39:00.003-07:00

seprti biasanya musim dingin is coming in perth.... biasanya kalo musin dingin ujung kaki ujung tangan dingin banget jadi pengen pipis terus sampe 10 kali bolak balik wc.... ha ha ha

gara gara dingin jadinya udara dingin... hidung pun menghirup udara dingin terus menerus, jadinya kadang hidung mampet... air di wc, air keran, air sungai, air laut, air dimana2 jadinya dingin banget...terus angin lebat biasanya dingin banget... jadinya banyak yang sakit.

Kadang2 cuacanya sering mendung sama gerimis.. jadinya lengkap dech.. udara dingin, air dingin, cuaca mendung, hujan gerimis.. pantes aja tiap winter aku pasti sakit he he he

sakit flu pilek di musim dingin itu sudah menjadi biasa dan umum dialami banyak orang... orang sakit dimana2. batuk pilek menjadi suara umum. di bis hampir 8 orang batuk2 sepanjang jalan dan hampir 75 persen orang2 di mall atau di bus semua ngisek2 hidung meler..

holiday at AQWA sorrento beach

2014-04-28T07:53:00.002-07:00

Manfaat Cuka/Vinegar (Putih atau Apple Cider)

2014-04-27T06:17:00.001-07:00

Menghilangkan bau cat: Tempatkan satu atau dua mangkuk cuka di ruang baru dicat untuk menghilangkan bau.

• Bersihkan krom: Untuk menghapus sabun atau penumpukan keras-air di perlengkapan chrome, menempatkan jaringan di daerah bernoda, kemudian tuangkan cuka kekuatan penuh atas mereka. Diamkan selama sekitar lima menit sebelum melepaskan dan pembilasan.

• Untuk kerak crispier: Untuk meningkatkan kerak roti buatan sendiri, sikat bagian atas roti dengan cuka sebelum dipanggang.

• Cuci bau: Jika tangan Anda bau dari penanganan ikan atau bawang, bersihkan dengan cuka sari apel. Bau akan hilang!

• Hentikan gatal: Untuk bantuan dari gigitan serangga, rendam kain dalam cuka dan tempatkan/oleskan di atas daerah yang terkena.

• Untuk rambut berkilau: Bilas rambut baru dicuci dengan larutan cuka 1 sendok makan 1 gelas air untuk menyingkirkan sabun penumpukan dan memberikan bersinar.

Menata rapih kacamata...dengan gantungan baju

2014-04-26T19:37:00.001-07:00

Punya banyak kaca mata... bingung mau cara mrapihkannya berserakan dimana2.
mau cobain menata pake gantungan baju

Menata rapih kacamata...dengan gantungan baju

Lilin Telinga bisa berdampak berbahaya terhadap telinga anda

2014-04-25T07:54:00.001-07:00

Ear Candle wax (Lilin Telinga)

kalo telinga penuh kotoran, biasanya kita korek2 pake tangan atau paku korek kuping. namun ada solusi terbaru yang lagi ngetrend di kalangan berduit, candle wax alias lilin telinga, katanya nih katanya prosedurnya lilin telinga 10 - inch - panjang yang dibakar di telinga untuk seharusnya menghilangkan lilin , kotoran dan racun sementara meningkatkan pendengaran. Namun, apakah itu benar2 safe dan tidak berbahaya?

Tetapi para ahli memperingatkan prosedur berbahaya - FDA bahkan telah mengeluarkan peringatan keamanan memperingatkan bahwa prosedur dapat menyebabkan masalah kesehatan yang serius , termasuk luka bakar , perforasi pada gendang telinga dan penyumbatan dalam saluran telinga .

" Telinga adalah organ yang sensitif , " kata Gordon Siegel , MD , profesor klinis kepala THT dan bedah leher di Northwestern University Feinberg School of Medicine . "

Siegel telah melihat pasien dengan perforasi serius dari ear wax candling, yang dibandingkan dengan menempel vacuum cleaner di telinga Anda - dan sementara banyak lubang akan menyembuhkan mereka sendiri, prosedur ini diduga bahkan dapat menyebabkan gangguan pendengaran jangka panjang .

Sebaliknya , ia menganjurkan agar pasien mencoba salah satu dari banyak produk removal lilin over-the -counter, yang sebagian besar melunakkan lilin dan kemudian menggunakan jarum suntik untuk mengairi telinga . Jika Anda memiliki gejala di telinga Anda, meskipun, dan tidak memiliki riwayat lilin - atau jika Anda tidak dapat menghapus pada Anda sendiri - yang terbaik untuk melihat dokter .

Untuk mencegah build -up di tempat pertama , Anda dapat menggunakan beberapa tetes seminggu setengah peroksida / setengah campuran air di telinga , atau berkala membiarkan air berjalan masuk dan keluar dari telinga Anda di kamar mandi.

Membersihkan telinga dengan Q Tip / korek kuping setelah dilakukan prosedur wax telinga, nantinya akan mendorong lilin lebih lanjut ke telinga menyebabkan penyumbatan tambahan - belum lagi bahwa hal itu bisa menyebabkan perforasi serius.
jadinya.. hati2 yach buat temen2 yang mau melakukan prosedur lilin telinga.

Cara mudah untuk membersihkan sisa makanan yang melekat di sekitar dan dasar oven

2014-04-24T04:26:00.000-07:00

saat kita masak makanan, oven akan kotor dari makanan yang berjatuh menyebabkan noda dan bau.

Cara mudah untuk membersihkan sisa makanan yang melekat di sekitar dan dasar oven/dalam oven.

Setelah oven mendingin, sebarkan baking soda atas sisa makanan yang melekat tersisa di dalam oven dan semprot dengan air. Biarkan semalaman dan lalu gosok dengan kain/serbet.
Cara lainnya: setelah selesai memasak pake oven, saat oven masih panas, semprot dengan air panas, kotoran sisa makanan yang melengket akan terlepas seketika karena permukaan oven masih panas, hati hati keika mengelap oven.

Buat yang punya oven pastinya tips ini akan berguna sepanjang tahun.

elements of a secure marriage

2014-04-23T17:47:00.000-07:00

1. Happiness in the marriage
2. Feeling like there is a team partnership involved
3. Caring about your partner and feeling cared about
4. Communicatiing well
5. Being affectionate and feeling satisfacorily sexually involved with your spouse
6. Sharing common values nd goals
7. Being proud of your spouse and feeling that your spouse is proud of you.
8. Being able to disagree with each other withot being personally offended
9. Having no unmet / untreated psychoses in the relationship

resep-resep tradisional buat obat sakit

2014-04-23T04:57:00.000-07:00

Resep-resep tradisional /herbal medicine

kalo lagi sakit biasanya kita pengen nyari cara tercepat untuk sembuh....minum obat ini itu, antibiotik a, b, c, minum banyak obat sampe2 seharian hampir minum 6 pil tiga kali sehari, pagi, siang, sore.

beberapa kali nenek aku bikin ramuan kaya jamu gitu.. buat diminum.. beberapa ramuan ada yang pahit, beberapa ramuan ada yang manis dan hangat..

beberapa advise dan ramuan yang boleh diminum tiap hari:

berkumur air garam tiap pagi
setiap hari minum air hangat yang dicampur perasan lemon/lime dan madu
Untuk flu, biasanya bikin teh manis hangat + jahe bakar + jeruk nipis
Kalau sudah terlanjur batuk minum air kencur+madu atau jus sirsak
Untuk batuk membandel, cobain parut Biang Kunyit, peras & saring, campurkan air panas sedikit+madu, minum 3x sehari.
kencur dicuci bersih trs keprak taruh di gelas n siram dgn air panas diminum hangat2
makan aja buah yg kandungan vitC nya tinggi, minum air pth sebnyk2nya, istrhat dh yg cukup
JAHE + KAYU MANIS direbus sampai merah kayu manis keluar.Bisa ditambah kunyit. Minum selagi hangat. Tidak hanya untuk flu dan sakit tenggorokan bisa juga untuk masuk angin
untuk batuk2 cobain dech Kecap d campur air jeruk nipis
cobain Kencur diparut trs diseduh air panas
Cobain air hangat 1/2 gelas, madu 3 sdm, & perasan lemon
Cobain Jeruk nipis d bakar, tros d peras, perasannya d kasi kecap manis secukupnya,,abis itu pasti keluar lendir2 penyebab terganggunya tenggorokan
Cobain minum air putih aja yg banyak, sebabnya untuk menjaga suhu tubuh stabil, sehingga metabolisme dpt normal maka akan meningkatkan daya tahan tubuh
Cobain Lemon grass 1 batang , Teh bubuk 1 tsp , Jahe 2 cm , Cengkeh 2 kuntum, Kapulaga 1 butir, Air ± 600 ml, Biarkan mendidih 3 mnt , Minum dengan 1 tsp air perasan lemon dan 1 tbs madu asli
Cobain Syrup kawak (bahan nya gula merah dan asam jawa di rebus
tiap hari rebus jahe dan dan daun kemangi
jahe dparut kira'' 1 ruas kmudian siram air hangat stengah gelas kmdian dperas trus dkasi gula merah .siap dminum 3x shri
Jeruk nipis+madu+garam dikit
jgn lupa berjemur matahari pagi...batuk berat ringan kalo kena sinar sang surya pasti kabur.....
Sedikit madu di campor ma sdikit cuka apple,di siram ma sedikit air anget,bsa ngilangin demam ma gejala flu
Saat tenggorokan mulai terasa sakit, coba seduh kencur bersih ditumbuk kasi garam dikit tambahin air hangat lalu minum...yg suka manis bs dtambahkn madu secukupx. InsyAllah flu batuk ga jadi datang...lendir dtenggorokan pun mdh kluar
Rebusan air dg kayu manis,jahe,sedikit gula merah sangat manjur utk radang tenggorokan.
minum vitamin c, untuk harian sy minum yg 500mg/hr n Klo Lg flu berat sy minum 1000mg/hr