Sutriz!!
2 hari belakangan ini gw insomnia, mual² ga jelas, pake acara muntah² lg!! I wonder wot de fcuk is happening to meh?? Selama 23taun gw hidup baru kali ini gw stress berat, mulai dari mikirin jodo (yeps mate, umur masih belia gini uda pusink mikirin jodo! Abis gmn lg since I feel that girl is 'the one', and I think I did the very wrong move I ever made. and here I am beginning to loose her presence), mikirin kerjaan (kerjaan kuli -mengutip istilah dosen gw- yg dilihat dr segi materi kagak ade ape²nya sama proyek² gw belakangan ini, gw hanya ga rela aja dikerjaan yg udah kasih gw persahabatan, pengalaman hidup ttg berbagai macam, termasuk kiat² membangun rumah tangga, etc.. gw mo lepas hanya karena ego gw -yep, my damn fcukin ego- critanya gw lg ada masalah sama one of their stakeholder, asli gw lg bete berat sama manusia super duper egois itu!! He think he's perfect! Mr. Perfect!
-- to be continued mo maen!
Monday, December 03, 2007
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Friday, September 22, 2006
"Do or do not?"
An old adage::
"A ship in a harbor is safe --
but that is not what ships were built for." Go for it, you have nothing to lose.
In times of indecision remember Yoda and his timeless wisdom --
"Do or do not, there is no try."
By the very first time I read this quote, it might be my quote of this month. The ship is represent to ourself. I think we were born to be wild! (Yehaa!). Tell you what, your life might be taste sour cuz you don't have enough guts to take a leap. Remember this, No Guts No Glory!
If we affraid to catch a pain, we'll never be able to gain. If we affraid to pull our sail off we'll never know what land we might found. Who knows? It might be a treasure island. However, it could be a pirates island.
Say you what, We live just once so you can't turn back the time. Don't regreting what you've done or what you didn't do! Cuz everystep lead us to the way we want to be. You want be happier or loser? Hey, you have nothing to lose! So What the fuck you've been affraid of? Pain? Sadness? Madness? Failure?
I say it's a treasure. Without a failure you'll never learn something.. and by the time you learn that something you knew what should you do nexttime you found same issues. I believe it will guide you one step ahead to your happiness.
If you'd stay in your locked room you'll be the last to know. By the time you knew, it might be too late.
Just think of it and my question remains same, "Do or do not?" Baby?
An old adage::
"A ship in a harbor is safe --
but that is not what ships were built for." Go for it, you have nothing to lose.
In times of indecision remember Yoda and his timeless wisdom --
"Do or do not, there is no try."
By the very first time I read this quote, it might be my quote of this month. The ship is represent to ourself. I think we were born to be wild! (Yehaa!). Tell you what, your life might be taste sour cuz you don't have enough guts to take a leap. Remember this, No Guts No Glory!
If we affraid to catch a pain, we'll never be able to gain. If we affraid to pull our sail off we'll never know what land we might found. Who knows? It might be a treasure island. However, it could be a pirates island.
Say you what, We live just once so you can't turn back the time. Don't regreting what you've done or what you didn't do! Cuz everystep lead us to the way we want to be. You want be happier or loser? Hey, you have nothing to lose! So What the fuck you've been affraid of? Pain? Sadness? Madness? Failure?
I say it's a treasure. Without a failure you'll never learn something.. and by the time you learn that something you knew what should you do nexttime you found same issues. I believe it will guide you one step ahead to your happiness.
If you'd stay in your locked room you'll be the last to know. By the time you knew, it might be too late.
Just think of it and my question remains same, "Do or do not?" Baby?
Monday, April 10, 2006
Be Still With God
by: Nancy B. Gibbs, Source Unknown
All day long I had been very busy; picking up trash, cleaning bathrooms and scrubbing floors. My grown children were coming home for the weekend. I went grocery shopping and prepared for a barbecue supper, complete with ribs and chicken. I wanted everything to be perfect.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that I was dog-tired. I simply couldn't work as long as I could when I was younger. "I've got to rest for a minute," I told my husband, Roy, as I collapsed into my favorite rocking chair. Music was playing, my dog and cat were chasing each other and the telephone rang.
A scripture from Psalm 46 popped into my mind. "Be still, and know that I am God." I realized that I hadn't spent much time in prayer that day. Was I too busy to even utter a simple word of thanks to God?Suddenly, the thought of my beautiful patio came to mind. I can be quiet out there, I thought. I longed for a few minutes alone with God.
Roy and I had invested a great deal of time and work in the patio that spring. The flowers and hanging baskets were breathtaking. It was definitely a heavenly place of rest and tranquility. If I can't be still with God in that environment, I can't be still with Him anywhere, I thought. While Roy was talking on the telephone, I slipped out the backdoor and sat down on my favorite patio chair. I closed my eyes and began to pray, counting my many blessings.
A bird flew by me, chirping and singing. It interrupted my thoughts. It landed on the bird feeder and began eating dinner as I watched. After a few minutes it flew away, singing another song.
I closed my eyes again. A gust of wind blew, which caused my wind chimes to dance. They made a joyful sound, but again I lost my concentration on God. I squirmed and wiggled in my chair. I looked up toward the blue sky and saw the clouds moving slowly toward the horizon. The wind died down. My wind chimes finally became quiet.
Again, I bowed in prayer. "Honk, honk," I heard. I almost jumped out of my skin. A neighbor was driving down the street. He waved at me and smiled. I waved back, happy that he cared. I quickly tried once again to settle down, repeating the familiar verse in my mind. Be still and know that I am God.
"I'm trying God. I really am," I whispered. "But you've got to help me here."
The backdoor opened. My husband walked outside. "I love you," he said. "I was wondering where you were." I chuckled, as he came over and kissed me, then turned around and went back inside.
"Where's the quiet time?" I asked God. My heart fluttered. There was no pain, only a beat that interrupted me yet again. This is impossible, I thought. There's no time to be still and to know that God is with me. There's too much going on in the world and entirely too much activity all around me.
Then it suddenly dawned on me. God was speaking to me the entire time I was attempting to be still. I remembered the music playing as I'd begun my quiet time. He sent a sparrow to lighten my life with song. He sent a gentle breeze. He sent a neighbor to let me know that I had a friend. He sent my sweetheart to offer sincere sentiments of love. He caused my heart to flutter to remind me of life. While I was trying to count my blessings, God was busy multiplying them.
I laughed to realize that the "interruptions" of my quiet time with God were special blessings He'd sent to show me He was with me the entire time.
by: Nancy B. Gibbs, Source Unknown
All day long I had been very busy; picking up trash, cleaning bathrooms and scrubbing floors. My grown children were coming home for the weekend. I went grocery shopping and prepared for a barbecue supper, complete with ribs and chicken. I wanted everything to be perfect.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that I was dog-tired. I simply couldn't work as long as I could when I was younger. "I've got to rest for a minute," I told my husband, Roy, as I collapsed into my favorite rocking chair. Music was playing, my dog and cat were chasing each other and the telephone rang.
A scripture from Psalm 46 popped into my mind. "Be still, and know that I am God." I realized that I hadn't spent much time in prayer that day. Was I too busy to even utter a simple word of thanks to God?Suddenly, the thought of my beautiful patio came to mind. I can be quiet out there, I thought. I longed for a few minutes alone with God.
Roy and I had invested a great deal of time and work in the patio that spring. The flowers and hanging baskets were breathtaking. It was definitely a heavenly place of rest and tranquility. If I can't be still with God in that environment, I can't be still with Him anywhere, I thought. While Roy was talking on the telephone, I slipped out the backdoor and sat down on my favorite patio chair. I closed my eyes and began to pray, counting my many blessings.
A bird flew by me, chirping and singing. It interrupted my thoughts. It landed on the bird feeder and began eating dinner as I watched. After a few minutes it flew away, singing another song.
I closed my eyes again. A gust of wind blew, which caused my wind chimes to dance. They made a joyful sound, but again I lost my concentration on God. I squirmed and wiggled in my chair. I looked up toward the blue sky and saw the clouds moving slowly toward the horizon. The wind died down. My wind chimes finally became quiet.
Again, I bowed in prayer. "Honk, honk," I heard. I almost jumped out of my skin. A neighbor was driving down the street. He waved at me and smiled. I waved back, happy that he cared. I quickly tried once again to settle down, repeating the familiar verse in my mind. Be still and know that I am God.
"I'm trying God. I really am," I whispered. "But you've got to help me here."
The backdoor opened. My husband walked outside. "I love you," he said. "I was wondering where you were." I chuckled, as he came over and kissed me, then turned around and went back inside.
"Where's the quiet time?" I asked God. My heart fluttered. There was no pain, only a beat that interrupted me yet again. This is impossible, I thought. There's no time to be still and to know that God is with me. There's too much going on in the world and entirely too much activity all around me.
Then it suddenly dawned on me. God was speaking to me the entire time I was attempting to be still. I remembered the music playing as I'd begun my quiet time. He sent a sparrow to lighten my life with song. He sent a gentle breeze. He sent a neighbor to let me know that I had a friend. He sent my sweetheart to offer sincere sentiments of love. He caused my heart to flutter to remind me of life. While I was trying to count my blessings, God was busy multiplying them.
I laughed to realize that the "interruptions" of my quiet time with God were special blessings He'd sent to show me He was with me the entire time.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Loving for the Moment
Sometimes, you look into another person’s eyes and then you realize at that precise moment that you have found love, the kind of love that never goes away. The kind of love that stays. You think you couldn’t love another. You can’t wait for the rest of your life to begin. I hate to break the mood set by first three sentences but most of the time, the love you feel is not the same kind of love the other person feels. However, I do not think this should keep you from loving just the same. I say, love for the moment.
What is love? Watching Discovery Channel will tell you that love are electrical signals sent by the hypothalamus, the seat of all emotions. They would tell you that this is triggered by pheromones, hormones emitted to attract a potential mate. Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I want an elaborate, tear-jerking definition of love. Love is, more than a noun, more than an emotion, a verb. Word in action. Something that you do everything and is as essential as breathing. Love is a four letter word that has sparked enthusiam and inspiration among poets, minstrels, painters and sculptors. It has even provoked some of the greatest wars the world has ever known. I would like to define love as an explicable stream of emotions that makes the wise foolish and the fools wise.
No really? What is love?The best definition I can find is in 1st Corinthians 13:4 – “Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast. It is not proid. It is not rude. It is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrong. Love does not delight in evil but always rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes and always perseveres.”
If it’s that kind of love, then why just love for the moment? Well, because life is full of so much uncertainty. You may be feeling that forever kind of love but she may not be. You both may be feeling that forever kind of love at the moment but then tomorrow might be a different story. Because sometimes, the love never goes away, but the person has to. The only thing you can do is to cherish the moment. Relish in the moment. Love with all your heart, love like you’ll never get hurt. In the end I believe it doesn’t matter if you end up with that forever kind of love to spend the rest of your life with. To me what matters, is that for once in your life, you came to know what love really is… it is somewhat enough that the feeling lived in you, regardless of how few the moments were. To me, what matters is that you live your life fully, keeping the good memories of such love. And when that moment is over, learn from it to be better. And even when love dies, you don’t have to die with it. Bounce back and be ready to love and trust again, loving and cherishing every moment once again.
The love she’d never understand. She asked me why I love her. I fell silent thinking of something witty to say. I said I love her because she’s always late. I love her because she’s fatally flawed and imperfect. I love her because she can be really stupid sometimes. I love her for just being her, the crazy, irrational and paranoid her. She says she doesn’t get it. I simply smiled and left it to her to decipher what I just said. If I could expound on that answer, I’d probably say I love you because you’re always late; you teach me that love is patient. I love you because you are fatally flawed,imperfect, crazy, irrational and paranoid; you teach me that love has a lot to do about acceptance. I love you because being with you makes me pray more, perhaps for guidance, perhaps for my own heart’s salvation from the devastation when these moments are over. I love you because you can be stupid at times; you make me laugh and remind me that I too am fatally flawed and imperfect for choosing you. I love you because sometimes you could just say “I told you so” and yet you always find a way to compliment me. I love you because this love makes me strive to be a better person. I love you for these moments and so much more. And maybe you’d never understand it for as long as you live. I’d probably not spend the rest of my life with you, but it’s the kind of love that never goes away. Someday, I’ll probably spend the rest of my life with someone else and she’ll be thanking you for all these moments. If not for the things I learned from loving you for the moment, I would not be able to love enough to take that leap of faith.
Perhaps, first love never really dies, it just passes into some other form of loveliness.
Sometimes, you look into another person’s eyes and then you realize at that precise moment that you have found love, the kind of love that never goes away. The kind of love that stays. You think you couldn’t love another. You can’t wait for the rest of your life to begin. I hate to break the mood set by first three sentences but most of the time, the love you feel is not the same kind of love the other person feels. However, I do not think this should keep you from loving just the same. I say, love for the moment.
What is love? Watching Discovery Channel will tell you that love are electrical signals sent by the hypothalamus, the seat of all emotions. They would tell you that this is triggered by pheromones, hormones emitted to attract a potential mate. Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I want an elaborate, tear-jerking definition of love. Love is, more than a noun, more than an emotion, a verb. Word in action. Something that you do everything and is as essential as breathing. Love is a four letter word that has sparked enthusiam and inspiration among poets, minstrels, painters and sculptors. It has even provoked some of the greatest wars the world has ever known. I would like to define love as an explicable stream of emotions that makes the wise foolish and the fools wise.
No really? What is love?The best definition I can find is in 1st Corinthians 13:4 – “Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast. It is not proid. It is not rude. It is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrong. Love does not delight in evil but always rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes and always perseveres.”
If it’s that kind of love, then why just love for the moment? Well, because life is full of so much uncertainty. You may be feeling that forever kind of love but she may not be. You both may be feeling that forever kind of love at the moment but then tomorrow might be a different story. Because sometimes, the love never goes away, but the person has to. The only thing you can do is to cherish the moment. Relish in the moment. Love with all your heart, love like you’ll never get hurt. In the end I believe it doesn’t matter if you end up with that forever kind of love to spend the rest of your life with. To me what matters, is that for once in your life, you came to know what love really is… it is somewhat enough that the feeling lived in you, regardless of how few the moments were. To me, what matters is that you live your life fully, keeping the good memories of such love. And when that moment is over, learn from it to be better. And even when love dies, you don’t have to die with it. Bounce back and be ready to love and trust again, loving and cherishing every moment once again.
The love she’d never understand. She asked me why I love her. I fell silent thinking of something witty to say. I said I love her because she’s always late. I love her because she’s fatally flawed and imperfect. I love her because she can be really stupid sometimes. I love her for just being her, the crazy, irrational and paranoid her. She says she doesn’t get it. I simply smiled and left it to her to decipher what I just said. If I could expound on that answer, I’d probably say I love you because you’re always late; you teach me that love is patient. I love you because you are fatally flawed,imperfect, crazy, irrational and paranoid; you teach me that love has a lot to do about acceptance. I love you because being with you makes me pray more, perhaps for guidance, perhaps for my own heart’s salvation from the devastation when these moments are over. I love you because you can be stupid at times; you make me laugh and remind me that I too am fatally flawed and imperfect for choosing you. I love you because sometimes you could just say “I told you so” and yet you always find a way to compliment me. I love you because this love makes me strive to be a better person. I love you for these moments and so much more. And maybe you’d never understand it for as long as you live. I’d probably not spend the rest of my life with you, but it’s the kind of love that never goes away. Someday, I’ll probably spend the rest of my life with someone else and she’ll be thanking you for all these moments. If not for the things I learned from loving you for the moment, I would not be able to love enough to take that leap of faith.
Perhaps, first love never really dies, it just passes into some other form of loveliness.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Greeting from Jogjakarta,
First, please allow me to introduce myself, my name's Wisnu Wardhana. I'm 21th years old and i live at Jogjakarta City, ID. my mother language's Indonesian but i've great interest on learning English. My major study's Management at Duta Wacana Christian University of Jogjakarta (www.ukdw.ac.id). It's a cool university so i'm proud to be one of it's student.
Apologize for my bad english. This blog is one of my method to train my writing skill. I still learning english by myself from books, movies, music, and internet so please give me feedback so i can develop my knowledge about it. Thanks in advanced.
My hobbies are reading US comic (DC, Marvel, etc), some novels (Harry Potter series), and few of Manga-Japanese Comic (Dragon Ball Z, Bleach, One Piece, Shaman King, Naruto, etc). I like to watching Anime Series (Naruto), TV Series (Smallville, the OC, Friends, Deperate Housewife) and some BoxOffice Collection.
Thank you for coming! ^_^
First, please allow me to introduce myself, my name's Wisnu Wardhana. I'm 21th years old and i live at Jogjakarta City, ID. my mother language's Indonesian but i've great interest on learning English. My major study's Management at Duta Wacana Christian University of Jogjakarta (www.ukdw.ac.id). It's a cool university so i'm proud to be one of it's student.
Apologize for my bad english. This blog is one of my method to train my writing skill. I still learning english by myself from books, movies, music, and internet so please give me feedback so i can develop my knowledge about it. Thanks in advanced.
My hobbies are reading US comic (DC, Marvel, etc), some novels (Harry Potter series), and few of Manga-Japanese Comic (Dragon Ball Z, Bleach, One Piece, Shaman King, Naruto, etc). I like to watching Anime Series (Naruto), TV Series (Smallville, the OC, Friends, Deperate Housewife) and some BoxOffice Collection.
Thank you for coming! ^_^
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