
Minggu, 13 September 2015
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder

Rabu, 09 September 2015
Imperfect Angel
When we fall, and really fell, God always sends angels to help us stand up. Wipe away tears. Make us feel better. I remember, some time ago, you said I was an angel who make you feel better when you're bad.
And at that moment I also think you are the guardian angels. Every time, God always sends angels in our lives. Whether in any form. But we really do not know how to realize who the angel was.
2005-2007.
The worst year ever I get. But it seems God always gives bidders when I'm sick. A man, with all the foolishness, so take care of me like I was his daughter. Surprising how God divides sorrow and happiness. When I got home late at night, he picked me up at the end of the road. No matter at any time. All he knew was that I was so scared the roads are narrow and dark. During a fight with my boyfriend, he was willing to hear my story until I fell asleep. He is another person who thinks I'm his little daughter.
He also supported me when I'm falling. I had been a waiteress a small cafe in my town. Own cafe is not a friendly person. Until I can not stand it, I just cried. He , a man who assumed I was her daughter, asked me back to his house.
However, when I really had a good life, why did he go? He left before I could share happy to him. He returns to God who has sent him.
Some time ago, someone assumed I was his angel. He said that he could smile, even when the worst. He always felt better because of me. And I also like to feel something similar.
We have a way of its own and very unique. So we forget that we have a limit of time. And when conscious, we're running out of time.
Same with the story in the movies, whether amateur film director, or a famous director. Their story has a hero who becomes a savior.
However, behind the goodness of our heroes, there will be episodes that must be replaced with another hero. That is, as the cycle of leaves. Dry leaves would fall to be replaced a new leaf.
No one is able to perfect. But we have to be better.
Kamis, 16 Juli 2015
My Eid Fitr
There have been many articles about Idhul Fitr. Now, I still can not complate for understand the true meaning. All I know, Idhul Fitr is a time when all Muslims shake hands and forgive any errors which have occurred.
If likened to a computer, we reinstall, discard all existing viruses. Then empty the memory of all the files.
Takbir, floated from all corners. And we celebrate on the same day (again).
Different with time a few years ago. group A celebrating today, then group B celebrate day after.
And the silly, I choose the earlier group celebrating it. I dont care which one of group. Yes, I do think simple. I love my religion, but I want a comfortable and did not want to feel pressured.
When I was child, Eid is a very special day. Idhul fitri come, will come also new clothes, new shoes, new bag, and everything is new. Because we would meet with uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, cousins, nieces, grandparents and everyone. And other silly of me, is, I can get a lot of money when Idhul fitri. I compete with cousin brother and sister, who's got the most money. Because according to our culture, if we r not married and still in school, we are get to money from older family.
But now, I'm try to understand, that Idhul fitri not just like that. I try to understand that, Idhul fitri is proof that Allah is very forgiving. Allah forgive all the sins and fault from human.
We human beings should also be able to forgive each other. Because we are human beings. no matter of Indonesian, Indian, American, Chinesse, Japanesse, Korean, German, African, Italian, or wherever. We are same. We are human beings. Different is good and bad.
Shake hands, throw pride, envy, resentment and anger. Back to the pure heart, like a baby. Expect things to be better in the future.
To the most I love, forgive your daughter, who can not fully make you happy. To the most I remember when I woke up and there was always my dream, thank you, you're always helping me become better, i hope u happy always at there. To my friends, thank you for coloring myday mytime n mylife.
Hopefully we become a better person. Hopefully we get a happier life. Hopefuly we not make the same mistake.
♡♡♡I love you ♡♡♡
Rabu, 17 Juni 2015
Before Last May
Sabtu, 13 Juni 2015
All Abaut 1st
Suddenly I remembered him, a figure that ever made me fall in love and make me cry, do not eat for a week. Do not think he's handsome, cool, rich, or thing that leads to perfect plus there on him. As I recall, he was black, tall, unfriendly, and seemed not care. His eye is sharp, his words very neat . His movement, so maintain decorum. Rarely said sweet for me. But that makes me wonder, his attitude really makes me impressed (perhaps more precisely is fascinated).
At that time, he spent time in Semarang. I'm in Kudus.
The first date he invited to watch "30 HARI MENCARI CINTA atau ADA APA DENGAN CINTA". I forgot, it was long, it was 2001. A bit of chatting in Lambada cafe (now closed).
Then, everytime i go to Kudus, I always took the time to see the cafe. although in each corner decorated with cobwebs, but the memories are still very clear in my mind.
Walking with holding my hands , at that time, my hand was very small.
Silently exchanged glances when meeting a teenager. Smile sign shy to admit that we are in love. Hey he was a university student, I still use a blue skirt (junior high school).
Ridiculous .... memories for the sake of memories flashed. And the most memorable was when I was the final project of the school, to graduation, the night he set out from Semarang to Kudus to help me do the work.
Actually he is my first love.
He never said that I was not his first love, (I know, it is a lie when he said m his first love). But I was most dominate his lover. In fact, he called me "Little Fairy Angel" .. how not bloom this heart.
Hehe smile again ...
In 2006, I went to see him. At that moment I heard he had engaged. Hahaha hell out of me feels ... want cry, want laugh...
Until he was worried I could depression, then passing a sane size limit. He said he was forced to marry her. Hahaha old reasons.
Alright
Until the miracle appeared, 2009 in FB we met again, and more miraculous, he wanted me back to him... Too late really ya ....
has numbness and pain.
He was first of all.
First love, my1st kiz, the person who first made me heartbroken, the person who first made me can not eat and sleep, and the person who first made me weak.
He's not entirely evil and not fully he makes me sick.
One I also, when he needs a wife, I'm not ready for marriage.
One I, too, have not been able to fulfill what a man needs.
I was not aware, he is a grown man, not a boy teenager who just wants courtship
Ridiculous, every time I remember, I wanted to laugh, then I wonder, what make her better than me ..
He replied, his future wife can fill material, if physically superior to me. But for mental readiness, certainly when his future wife was more prepared than I was then only 17 years old.
Overnight in Nganjuk, frothy and bubbly he said sweet things to entertain my disappointment. Kudus to Blitar, which should 12hours, being 2 days, 2 nights. It's always reassuring words to me.
And he has never lied to me before .....
Amazement, when he invited me to compose a love again.
Why invite me back when in falling positions ??
Make me laugh, when his wife asked, he would reply that I was his past.
But if seduce, he said "Inok very meaningful for mas. Our future my dream"
Hahaha .. ... Ahmad S * Kresno is his name ,,,, until whenever will be myMAMAT,
His name leaves a bad impression on my heart, but the trail of sweet memories in the sense of dreams.
(All Abt my1st)
Sabtu, 06 Juni 2015
BUT ALWAYS
Hey, you have not really aware, this is me. I just smiled at you. Then I left the place I stand. I go back to the hotel room is rather good. Think about what you're thinking.
I stand in the same place. Waiting for you passing a very crowded a crossroads. With your beloved motorcycle. You use a striped blue shirt that I do not like it. Then you glanced at me again. And you do not believe your eyes. You still think that it is just imagination.
I'm still smiling, looking at you. I do not expect more than a smile on your lips.
But this time you are not alone. There's someone behind you. But that someone just looked straight ahead. I'm not surprised, that my smile do not fade.
This time you do not stop. You run until I can not see you anymore.
I am waiting for you here. Standing in a crowded crossroads. Two hours I'm here, and you have not passed. Waiting while drinking Masala Chai. I heard it was a special drink here. Sweet enough, even if only very little sugar. You and I same, not really like sweet.
I just imagine you recognize me. Then smile and say that you really miss me.
Why so long for you to realize that I'm here?
And as always, you always said "yeah,"
But as always, I smile silly.
And as always, again, we are back kidding. Until moonlight comes.
Ya, as always, you're like a rainbow.
BUT ALWAYS , its just in my dream
Senin, 25 Mei 2015
Our world are different
Love is blind and can also be blinding
hurt and it was hard to forget
I love you just the expression
means any expression that is rarely spoken
It's also a love story of the poet , but not arjuna and sita
not cinta and rangga
Or poetic proposal, with a beautiful
You're always in my heart, cant approach
there is always an evil eye watching
But do not worry it is not possible miss
by dizziness see your face in every corner
A smile on your page story
Our struggle is the same sorrow I feel for you
I gave it to the One
For me know
Our world are differnt
You're always in my heart, cant approach, Our world are different
Like at night dreaming
Love in times of day across
True love never changes no later
although separated swimmable ocean turbulence
And sometimes drift like figs
shame often met but rarely speak out
Why love if ultimately surrender
Because when covers unspeakable beauty
Saved passionate nobody understands
Hopes to end awaited
Keep hold of the promise of the queen of hearts
With God's permission, right along at the exact
Patience tested wait
Prayed in prostration prayer mats mourned
I gave it to the One
Two world because I know we are different
You're always in my heart, cant approach ,Our world are differnt
Endless struggle of our art
Do not stay stone named not-trafficked
Stabbing challenge, you never brood
Keep smiling despite the sadness masked
Your appearance is not so size
Or voice is so speech
I do not want a relationship but honesty
Your gift of a word of thanks
But if the eye does not spread the word
but also about what
Sweet beautiful your face again
As surely as the sun smiles every morning east
Reality formidable
But the end must start with beautiful fantasy
I think want, between two worlds
Let my imagination fly

