wish me luck...;)))

I haven't tweet-FB-blogging for a long time to finishing mw unfinish baby skripsi...

well, it's going to be hard to use internet only for searching something serious...haha...
but, i'm trying...

so wish me luck...;))))

missyumuaaaachhhh

kangen Dara,,
oh my God, for a very very long timeee I didn't meet her,,,
kangeeeeeeeen ceritacerita rumpirumpi fotofoto makanmakan sama dia...
I'll going to spend a much time with her before she becomes a wife...

Ouuughhh I really miss my bstfriend, more than ever God.

just DONT QUIT!!!!

I need more motivation, then I found it on my highschool Diary (again),,,
So thank u for my beautiful highschool days...=)

Here some...

Don't Quit
(one the most classic motivational poems)

When things go wrong as they sometimes will
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill
When the funds are low, and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you can never tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
It's when things go wrong that you mustn't quit.

* Sorry I didn't write its author, he's absolutely genius!!!


The Will To Win
(Berton Braley)

If you want a thing bad enough
To go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and
your sleep for it

If only desire of it
Makes you quite mad enough
Never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry
and cheap for it

If life seems all empty and useless without it
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,

If gladly you'll sweat for it,
Fret for it, Plan for it,
Lose all your terror of God or man for it,

If you'll simply go after that thing that you want.
With all your capacity,
Strength and sagacity,
Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity,

If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt,
Nor sickness nor pain
Of body or brain
Can turn you away from the thing that you want,

If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it,
You'll get it!!!



Promise Yourself
(noname)

Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can
disturb your peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to
every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel like there is
something in them.

To look at the sunny side of everything and make your
optimism come true.

To think only of the best, to work only for the best,
and expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past and press on the
greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give
every living person you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself
that you have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, and too
strong for fear, and to happy to permit the
presence of trouble.


*** tengkiu for the author, u r kinda good motivator=)

d'Art of a goodMARRIAGE

Well, i'm unmarried...
But talking about d'marriage with my Mom, Dad, Aunty, Uncle, Pakde-Bude, Cousins and nices is interest enough for me...

Well, to be honest, I also read

I was read one of d'best marriage book and I wanna quote some of the words for my Best friend, Dara Pitaloka,
I'm so exciting to face her marriage in the next year...
and one thing,

I just wanna see her smile all days after her wedding,,,last forever...=)

The Art Of A Good Marriage
(Wilferd Arlan Peterson)

Happiness in marriage is not something that just happens.
A good marriage must be created.
In marriage the little things are the big things.
It is never being too old to hold hands.
It is remembering to say "I love you" at least once a day.
It is never going to sleep angry.
It is at no time taking the other for granted; the courtship should not end with the honeymoon, it should continue through all the years.
It is having a mutual sense of values and common objectives.
It is standing together facing the world.
It is forming a circle of love that gathers in the whole family.
It is doing things for each other, not in the attitude of duty or sacrifice, but in the spirit of joy.
It is speaking words of appreciation and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways.
It is not looking for perfection in each other.
It is cultivating flexibility, patience, understanding and a sense of humour.
It is having the capacity to forgive and forget.
It is giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow.
It is a common search for the good and the beautiful.
It is establishing a relationship in which the independence is equal, dependence is mutual and the obligation is reciprocal.
It is not only marrying the right partner, it is being the right partner.

Oooohhh,,,i think i'm gonna miss you so Darling...

*Suatu waktu jangan salahkan aku

kalau aku menculikmu dari suamimu buat rumpirumpi heee

Love, enough?

Yeeeeahhhh,,,

Just questioning,,

well, think 'bout

My world in flames

in life
the path of love
can be so confusing
linked together
bonded in love
matched by Our Lady
by Goddess above
yes
all being said
we love one another
yet we have eyes for others
we drift in emotions
drowning in oceans
of nerves and fears
yet together
through years of tears
we know
we need to work out our differences
we are meant for eachother
and that love
is give and take
not an easy choice to make
or one to take lightly
but once made
if love rings true
with work and time
everything will be fine
we can see our dreams through

d'poems on my highschool diary

I was Reread my 'copy-paste' poem from d'others, then God...I feels so blessed from d'life I've walk on...
I quiet love you, Allah...

And, here my favorite one...

Ignorance

By Sheree Hardin

The world has vasted its veil
throughout the breath of time,
beautiful with dreams imagined
but vaguely distraught with crime.

We dream of peace yet breach havoc
following our ears rather than eyes,
dreaming the day things go our way
no matter another's demise.

Proponed we yet not allow to yeild,
rather instead we propel the way,
the world is our big, staged field
to push different dreams at bay.

So speak, dear leader, and feed pride
which we all seem to share,
because we are the greatest nation
to use fear on another's dare.

Song of d'day -REFLECTION by Christina Aguilera-

Look at me,
You may think you see
Who I really am,
But you'll never know me.

Everyday,
it's as if I play
A part.

Now I see,
If I wear a mask,
I can fool the world,
but I cannot fool my heart.

Who is that girl I see?
Staring straight,
Back at me.
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

I am now,
In a world
Where I have to hide in my heart,
and what I believe in.

But somehow,
I will show the world what's inside my heart,
And be loved for who I am.

Who is that girl I see,
staring straight
back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don't know?

Must I pretend that I'm
someone else
for all time.
When will my reflection show,
who I am inside?

There's a heart that must be free
to fly
That burns with a need to know
the reason why

Why must we all conceal
What we think
How we feel?

Must there be
a secret me
I'm forced to hide
I won't pretend that I'm
someone else
for all time.

When will my reflection show
who I am inside?

When will my reflection show
who I am inside?

I Like it...

"But, Mum, I do not want to eat. I am a big boy and I can fast," Thabit told his mother.

"But you are fasting, Thabit. 7-year-old children eat in the morning and a little in the afternoon and then they don't eat anything else till evening."

"But you do not fast like that, Mum," the little boy insisted.

"I am older, Thabit. Grownups fast that way."

The young gentleman sat deep in thought and then asked, "Mum, why do we fast?"

"That's a good question, Thabit." She got up and went to the kitchen cupboard. She removed something from it.

"Do you know what this is, Thabit?"

"It's a blender."

"Do you know what it is supposed to do?"

"It blends passion fruit for juice." His mother laughed. "Yes, it does blend. Our body does the same thing. It grinds the food we eat; it takes what it needs and removes the rest. It does this everyday, day in day out."

"Doesn't the body get tired, Mum?"

"It does. Just like the blender. When we have blended juice for too long, it refuses to work. Then it needs fixing. So we have to give our body a rest so it can work better for us. That's why we fast in Ramadan and some other days in the year."

"Does everybody fast, Mummy?"

"Not everybody. If you are ill or expecting a baby or if you are old and weak like Daddy's grandpa or if you are 7 years old then you don't fast.

The little boy thought some more. He ate the food his mother had set before him without much fuss. "What if you don't want to fast?"

"What is your sister Nur's favorite color?" "Pink".

"And what is the color of her uniform for Madrassa (School)?" "Blue".

But she says she'd like to wear her pink hijab when she goes."

"And why doesn't she?"

"She is afraid Ustaadh (Teacher) will punish her."

"You see, she was afraid Ustaadh would punish her. Ustaadh will punish her because she has broken the rule of the madrassa by wearing pink.

You see, Thabit, Allah knows what is good for us and so we have to do as He commands, because He sees and knows everything. We love Him and fear Him and we don't want Him to be displeased with us."

"But don't you get hungry, Mum?"

"Of course we do. But we keep ourselves busy on other important things to take our mind away from the food. We read the Qur'an, or we visit the sick people or we go to the mosque and listen to dars. You see there's plenty to do and before you know it, it's time to eat!"

"Is there another reason why Muslims fast?"

"Yes. You are lucky, Thabit, because you have food everyday. Not everyone has food to eat."

"Like the poor people at Baroda Road?"

"Yes, like them. If we go hungry like them, we will be able to understand that they need help."

The little boy seemed satisfied with the answers, his mother had given him. "Mum, can I go with you and Daddy to help the poor?" "By the Grace of Allah, you can."

*just cant find the writer of this story, My teacher told it for me in a few last years...^^

Catatan di Hampir Pagi

Every time I lay me down to sleep, my head just feels things that leap.

From things I've done to things I did,,