What's on My Mind and Around Us
Everything comes back again. I’m in my business and my daily activities. I try not to care with my hurted feeling. It’s so poignant to remember you again.
I can’t say anything. I just feel this. My heart.
The laugh that I show, the smile that I give, I think those are fake.
I have known, there is something wrong in my heart. Whose fault? Yup, my self. My mistake. I can’t blame anyone for this thing. I make it complicated.
Don’t you know how I am now? I’m tough…
One by one, my friends have finished their study (S1) and I must be like them. Firstly, I must say CONGRATULATION to them donk… Cie cieee, yang udah sarjana. Mangatse!!! Alhamdulillah. 🙂 Sukses ya, teman2 tersayang… Insya Allah I will be on October 2013 later. Aamiin.
After having the proposal examination on May 16, 2013.
In processing to get the title of degree, WOW. There are many things must be involved. Thought, Feeling, Body, Soul. Everything.
I am nothing without you all…
I wait this…
Spirit spirit!!!
Mangatse!!!
After graduation, I wish I could go far away to continue the study, in order to make a new life, so I can’t see ‘you’. 🙂 Aamiin ya Allah.
One by one, my friends have finished their study (S1) and I must be like them. Firstly, I must say CONGRATULATION to them donk… Cie cieee, yang udah sarjana. Mangatse!!! Alhamdulillah. 🙂 Sukses ya, teman2 tersayang… Insya Allah I will be on October 2013 later. Aamiin.
After having the proposal examination on May 16, 2013.
In processing to get the title of degree, WOW. There are many things must be involved. Thought, Feeling, Body, Soul. Everything.
I am nothing without you all…
I wait this…
Spirit spirit!!!
Mangatse!!!
After graduation, I wish I could go far away to continue the study, in order to make a new life, so I can’t see ‘you’. 🙂 Aamiin ya Allah.
The Title of Book   : Sepotong Hati yang Baru (A New Piece of Heart)
The Writer              : Tere Liye
Pages                        : vi + 206 pages
Size                           : 13.5 x 20.5 cm
Publisher                 : Mahaka Publishing
Year                           : 2013 (Fourth Publishing)
What a great book!
My impression for this book is WOW, I’m speechless. It doesn’t overdo because this is a fact. Tere Liye becomes my favorite writer after Raditya Dika because his writing that brings me into his world beautifully. He arranges all sentences into paragraphs so wonderful. I can’t deny it. He is a good writer. Sure.
In this chance, I just want to say something about this book, especially for galauers (including me). 😀 This book tells us about love. How we should face the love, whether in happiness or sadness. Some points that I can take from this book:
There are 8 stories in this book. All stories are interesting to be read and they have moral messages to us for being better one.
Hopefully, after reading this book, we become better one to do what we should do in love. Whatever its situation in this feeling, heart and love.
Keep spirit!!!
Thanks, Tere Liye for the book. You’re great!
If I can be called as a labile person, I am a really labile person for this time. I know what makes me like this. Hmmm. I’m aware that I’m really really really stupid girl. Hehehe. More and more my post is only about my heart.
Yup, all this time, when my feeling has a problem, I just write, write, and write on my blog. Sometimes it’s a poetry, a story, or anything else which can make me calm in writing what I have to say. I don’t care with people talk about me. This is me.
I know that we have to post useful something for other. I think, it is done in certain time. Of course, with a good mood. 🙂 But, how with my heart which I can’t save this problem in my heart lonely.
I have fallen so deep in valley. I just can smile when I have to look up at the sky. Asking a help. Some people want to give their hands, but I can’t give my hand to help my self. And it’s useless. No change I get, No better life, No Learning I have. 🙂
Maybe for this time, I am only able to be silent, silent, and silent. How about smile? I don’t know. 🙂 I must go on, move on. I can’t give up. But, this hurt is killing me.
How can I rise anymore? I’m in a deep valley now. And now, I can’t expect too much with what I want. About my love in the future especially. Yup. This is about feeling. Feeling that brings self until we’re being old. Forever. I have fallen, fallen and fallen. If necessary, I can be in a death of this feeling. How pain I get. Hehehe. This is my risk. The older men have said to me to be careful with this situation, but I didn’t hear them. And now, I get it. *Good job!!! Do it more. :p
Allah, is there still someone for me, with this stupid girl? I feel NOT. 🙂 I’m hopeless for this. Yaaah, how poor me. This is my risk because I amn’t good yet.
Allah, You know what I need now, but You will grant for me if I worship to You.
I’m hopeless for this situation actually. Coz my own mistakes. Sudahlah. I’ll responsible with this.
If I can be called as a labile person, I am a really labile person for this time. I know what makes me like this. Hmmm. I’m aware that I’m really really really stupid girl. Hehehe. More and more my post is only about my heart.
Yup, all this time, when my feeling has a problem, I just write, write, and write on my blog. Sometimes it’s a poetry, a story, or anything else which can make me calm in writing what I have to say. I don’t care with people talk about me. This is me.
I know that we have to post useful something for other. I think, it is done in certain time. Of course, with a good mood. 🙂 But, how with my heart which I can’t save this problem in my heart lonely.
I have fallen so deep in valley. I just can smile when I have to look up at the sky. Asking a help. Some people want to give their hands, but I can’t give my hand to help my self. And it’s useless. No change I get, No better life, No Learning I have. 🙂
Maybe for this time, I am only able to be silent, silent, and silent. How about smile? I don’t know. 🙂 I must go on, move on. I can’t give up. But, this hurt is killing me.
How can I rise anymore? I’m in a deep valley now. And now, I can’t expect too much with what I want. About my love in the future especially. Yup. This is about feeling. Feeling that brings self until we’re being old. Forever. I have fallen, fallen and fallen. If necessary, I can be in a death of this feeling. How pain I get. Hehehe. This is my risk. The older men have said to me to be careful with this situation, but I didn’t hear them. And now, I get it. *Good job!!! Do it more. :p
Allah, is there still someone for me, with this stupid girl? I feel NOT. 🙂 I’m hopeless for this. Yaaah, how poor me. This is my risk because I amn’t good yet.
Allah, You know what I need now, but You will grant for me if I worship to You.
I’m hopeless for this situation actually. Coz my own mistakes. Sudahlah. I’ll responsible with this.
Ok, this post will tell about the giveaway and I’s the winner of that.
Hehehe. I’s the winner because only me that joined in that GA. Wonderful, because it was my first time to join in a GA and the participant is only me. No others.
A giveaway that be held by Mas Ahmad Fauzan, here. Actually, I didn’t know, but he told me that there was a GA in his blog by blogwalking on my blog. So, I visited there and it’s right. By the accident, it’s about reading a poetry and I was very interested with that. I wanna I wanna.
For some days, I found the right time to read the poetry because I needed a quiet place and no one can hear me when I had to read the poetry.
The title of poetry is ‘Berapa Apa Lagi?’ That’s nice and sad poetry. Oke, maybe you should read the poetry.
When I read this poetry, I feel ‘WOW’. Sad and touching. I can feel that how pain when someone must make decision to choose LEAVE from us. 😀 And I can’t think that this poetry will be a reality in my condition right now. Great!!! This poetry is in me. But, I mustn’t be down. Proposal and thesis are in front of you, Ning!!! *Hmmm. Curcol lageee… Sorry, reader… Hehehe… 🙂
On February 1st, 2013, A. Fauzan posted about the list of participant the GA. I read, I was still the first participant. And you can hear my voice here. Hehehe. But, the voice of the owner is better, I think. Check this out here.
And on February 13th, 2013. He told me that I was a winner. Hahaha… It happened because of the participant, I was the only one. 😀
For the gift, it was a T-Shirt from RockTheory. I was given a chance to choose a T-Shirt that I want. Awesome!!! 🙂 It meant that I would get the free T-Shirt. Hehehe… Thanks, brother. 🙂
Finally, the gift came. On March 4th, 2013. Ye ye ye ye… RockTheory from Kk Ahmad Fauzan.
Taraaaa…
Actually, this RockTheory, I will give it for someone. I have promised to him. But, because of a reason, I won’t and I can’t. Hehehe. 😀 I broke the promise. No problem. It is not important also for him. He can forget it easily. Sorry, bro. I have a prerogative for this. 😀
Once more again, thanks Kk Ahmad Fauzan for RockTheory-nya and the nice poetry. 🙂
A Fiction Story.
At this lane at the nice afternoon. From your lecturer’s house.
We walk together. You and I walk to the end of lane for waiting my friend to pick me up. We walk simultaneously. Before it, you ask me to let you bring my heavy bag.
You say, “You may not have a heavy bag like this. It is not good for you.” And I just nod. I’m speechless.
Suddenly, you hold my hand. I feel there is something fun that make me happy with you. Is it sincere from you to do it to me? I nearly shed the tear because of you. I feel it is true. :’)
A love is a story. I think.
And we walk together, our feet step simultaneously and you and I laugh and smile when looking each other.
This is nice, darl. 🙂 Do you know? This is my first time to be like this. With you.
Thank you for being my prince.
You bring me to a wonderful place that never I get before.
While I wait my friend at the end of lane, we chat; tell about the vision, division of your faculty, and about my feeling to you today. “I’m happy. Thank you, darl!” I say before we keep a part. 🙂
A few minutes later, my friend come.
And I must say ‘Goodbye’ to you.
But, you just smile and walk in reverse direction, not to look at me when I want to go.
You just leave.
After holding my hand. After accompanying me. After walking together. After steping the feet simultaneously. After you make me smile. After you make me laugh. After you make me happy.
And now, you prefer to choose leaving me.
I think, this is the end of our love. Just only at this lane. Not in other lanes anymore.
Sometimes, we have to fly, feeling freedom, love, and happiness. But, we don’t forget that we are able to fall in misery. Pain. And we have to rebuild the lost spirit. Alone. With the passage of time.
And this pain tear sheds. We are separated finally.
::The End::
A Fiction Story.
At this lane at the nice afternoon. From your lecturer’s house.
We walk together. You and I walk to the end of lane for waiting my friend to pick me up. We walk simultaneously. Before it, you ask me to let you bring my heavy bag.
You say, “You may not have a heavy bag like this. It is not good for you.” And I just nod. I’m speechless.
Suddenly, you hold my hand. I feel there is something fun that make me happy with you. Is it sincere from you to do it to me? I nearly shed the tear because of you. I feel it is true. :’)
A love is a story. I think.
And we walk together, our feet step simultaneously and you and I laugh and smile when looking each other.
This is nice, darl. 🙂 Do you know? This is my first time to be like this. With you.
Thank you for being my prince.
You bring me to a wonderful place that never I get before.
While I wait my friend at the end of lane, we chat; tell about the vision, division of your faculty, and about my feeling to you today. “I’m happy. Thank you, darl!” I say before we keep a part. 🙂
A few minutes later, my friend come.
And I must say ‘Goodbye’ to you.
But, you just smile and walk in reverse direction, not to look at me when I want to go.
You just leave.
After holding my hand. After accompanying me. After walking together. After steping the feet simultaneously. After you make me smile. After you make me laugh. After you make me happy.
And now, you prefer to choose leaving me.
I think, this is the end of our love. Just only at this lane. Not in other lanes anymore.
Sometimes, we have to fly, feeling freedom, love, and happiness. But, we don’t forget that we are able to fall in misery. Pain. And we have to rebuild the lost spirit. Alone. With the passage of time.
And this pain tear sheds. We are separated finally.
::The End::
When I was in Junior High School at first class, I knew nothing about English. I’s blind of it. I felt like a stupid student. I was very jealous to my classmates. They had known it. I still remember when there was English subject, we were asked to write a sentence by using Simple Present Tense form by our teacher. Every my classmate could do well, and me, nothing. I was always wrong and wrong. It made me bad. I didn’t like my condition like that. So, I asked to my parents to give me chance for joining in an English Course.
My first English course was in KECC (Kendari English Conversation Course). It’s located before Laelangi Market. I joint there for 6 months. Then, I felt rather good for learning English. Then, when I was in the top class at junior high school, I tried again to join in an English course because some of my friends joined there. So, I followed them. I joint in BEC (Buton English Course) at February 2nd, 2006 and the course principal was H. Ld. Abd. Azis Hasim, S.Pd., M.Sc. till I was in Senior High School at 2009. For 3 years. But maybe, I am not good enough yet in learning English.
I like my last English Course, BEC. The condition was very different with English course before. When I joint in BEC, I felt I had nothing yet. My friends were very fluent to say English sentences and I couldn’t do anything. Just could look them, I was very surprised. Although I had joint in an English course before, I felt I didn’t have anything. My English was very weak. But my vocabularies were good enough.
My first teacher was Mr. Acho. He was clever. He was Mr. Azis’ assistant to teach student in BEC because he could teach well. I liked him. I liked his teaching. I didn’t know how Mr. Azis as the owner that course was. I never looked him. Until one time, he changed Mr. Acho to teach us. First, I didn’t like if Mr. Azis taught us because that was my first time to meet him face to face. I felt afraid when I must be taught by him. I didn’t know I did like that. But, when he started to teach us, I felt happiness, I could laugh together with him and my friends. I felt very happy. He taught us with love. He taught us with a joke but serious. Mr. Azis is very kind. He gave me inspiration to be a good human by his story life. Everything is very precious for me. His laughing is very beautiful. I can never forget it. I am very happy and lucky to be his student.
Mr. Azis has given me a motivation to be a good man in learning English.
And I will try to improve my English because I want to be like him. I missed everything when he taught us. He always begins a lesson with smile and happiness. I miss him so much. I miss his smile. I miss his laughing and I miss his teaching. No one can change him. He is one of the best English teachers that I have. I just hope, one time he can be proud to me because he had had a student like me. Mr. Azis, I am thankful for you. Because of you, I can be like this now. I will never forget your smile, your spirit, your laughing, and everything. I miss you so much. I want to be able to have the experience again like in the past time.
Baubau, 1st May 2010