#mixfeeling

[taokaka02]

Toma has mix feelings towards his bestfriend 🙈🙊

[ifeelalone]

I had mix feeling.

aku lelah tapi tak ingin menyerah

aku ingin istirahat tapi seolah tak pantas karena waktu terus berjalan

aku semakin lanjut tapi aku tak ada kemajuan

suara yang tak ada namun terasa bising di kepala

aku bingung bagaimana hidup akan berjalan terus

apa tidak melakukan apapun itu juga bagus

atau aku harus tetap berusaha

bahkan untuk berdoa pun aku tak kuasa

apa kata dalam doaku tak tulus menembus asa

ya aku memang tak pandai berdoa

tak terbiasa berdialog dengan yang nyata ada

apa lagi dengan yang Kuasa, yang tak terlihat

sulit tapi bukan tak bisa

[my-stylosophy]

Have you ever feel like you can't really figure out how to feel about someone or some situation?

What is it called?

Please let me know if you know

#Help

[coolbchenthings-blog]

False Alarm- Volume II

I met up my partner, Pete, at the restaurant bar on the agreed time at half-past eight, just when people start to drink and the guests are having their last few courses —— we want the target to have their dessert before they die. Being said that, I’m not a fan of pulling the trigger; my job usually is to control and evaluate the situation and Pete can fire the bullet from his rifle. I’m having mixed feelings as I looked around the restaurant for my date for what Pete said to me earlier. It is against our code as agents on missions to consider personal preferences when picking a lady as a date, but it is my last mission… Petit French women chatting her girlfriend at the bar interrupted my thought. She has a clean bob cut while wearing long silver feather earrings and is wearing a rosy day dress with silver fringes. Let the rules go to hell; I thought to myself, she’s definitely French and got a low profile. It doesn’t harm her to be just my type. Before she knows it, we already got a dinner table with candlelight and Champaign, which I will replace it with sparkly water in a minute. As I took the coat of Silvia, my date, I looked towards Pete and his date, which already started drinking.  Meanwhile, I counted all 16 women in the restaurant and 3 of them are older than 48. One of the women caught my eye for wearing too much fake tan and speaking bad French to an older gentleman at her table. The moment Silvia started to talk, I couldn’t stop paying all my attention to her. The stories of her skiing down the Alps every year with her family during Christmas fascinated me from the very beginning. When I asked her what she likes for breakfast, she quickly showed me a photo of her homemade French toast on her small balcony that has a nice view of the Eiffel Tower. It made me lost attention to the women I was suspicious about, but I trusted Pete for his execution style and I am only here for the latter part of the play——just have to wait for the fire alarm. My earpiece started to buzz unpredictably so I gave Pete a secret hand sign and took it out to better understand the fascinating stories of my future finance. Gosh, I love her French accent, I thought to myself, maybe I can buy her that little apartment she’s renting——or better, a huge condo in the 7th. Pete is completely correct; I just met the perfect women in the perfect city. As I leaned in to hold her hand to complement her long skinny fingers and beautiful tiny head, the fire alarm went off. My first reaction was to protect Silvia so I leaned in. Threw myself over the dining table to pick her up and started rushing to the back exit. I set my eyes on Pete holding his rifle in his suit. I wasn’t sure which one was the target so I made my way to Pete while holding Silvia. The moment Silvia saw Pete; she immediately turned and raced to the door. “It’s alright Silvia, he is my fr——” “——Bang!” The blood splattered on the milky white leather seats and soaked into the red velvet edges instantly. The silver feather dangling on her earlobes fell on the floor and so is my heart. “She…” “Yeah, she’s from Texas.”

[coolbchenthings-blog]

False Alarm- Volume I

I had a two-weeks’ notice for my last mission as an undercover agent in the city of romance: Paris. Without much detail on the description of the target and usually no reason of kill given to us, I packed my cases for the last time and got on my flight from Kennedy Airport. All the letter says is that the hit takes place in a five star Michelin restaurant called Les Trublions and there will be no seats reserved for my character for he is a loner and usually picks up a date at the restaurant bar. Easy entrance, no trace what so ever. The 9 years of being a successful undercover agent taught me many things, including not letting emotions get in the way of the mission. Yet being my last mission, there is the element of excitement, especially it means that finally, I can find a woman who loves skiing and French toast as much as I do and settle down. The weather of a Paris night in September is still quite mellow, just on the verge of getting chilly. I had my earpiece in place when the voice of my partner came through with a sharp noise. “Agent Vincent” “Hey Pete, tell me about tonight.” “Our target is a white woman from Texas at Les Trublions, no specification on the age or appearance yet, but apparently she is an old undercover agent that needs to be taken out. Very good at disguise, so she could even be an old lady for all we know.” “Damn… remember the last time you had to take out the old lady in Prague? That was terrible…” “Indeed it was…we have to pick up two low-profiled, preferably French, girls as our date tonight, there will be enough choices at the bar. As always, I will trigger the fire alarm and pull the trigger and you take care of the body disposal and the crowd, we will be done by 22:00. Meet you at the parking lot with a white catering van for the body.” “Got it. Since the directions are only given to you, inform me before the shot if possible.” “Will do. Vince, good luck tonight on your last mission and let’s celebrate later. Who knows, maybe you will meet a girl you actually like and date her like a normal couple. I envy you, brother. ” Ha! I might actually! I thought to myself as I made my way into the restaurant. “I’ll see you inside. Over and out.”

[saffurgurlz90]

Ya ALLAHHH...Nervousnyaaa...!! #rianawork #mixfeeling #1sttime #semogasemuanyadipermudahkan #pleaseprayforme #gonnamissthem (at Kuala Lumpur International Airport)

[melaniehildebrndt-blog]

He make my day even more better! I'm so happy just to read that sweet Convo ❤😍 he is such a good Boy👍❤ #imasuchaluckygirl #stepmommy #tohave #greatstepson #happiness #overload #lifestyle #lifestyleblogger #mixfeeling #instagram #instagood #happyme😊 (at Fintas, Al 'Āşimah, Kuwait)

[mixnme]

Arrival selfie by one n only @santanu_buddha #dubai #arrival #holiday #instagood #instaboy #instadaily #instalike #summer #winter #mixfeeling #beaches #palmsprings #palm #palmbeach #bar #cocktails #shots (at Dubai International Airport Terminal 3 (Exclusive for Emirates))