cur selasa

cur selasa

just another boring day in ponorogo. actually i bring my book. but i find it difficult to read it. i just can not discipline myself. i need someone else to control me. maybe i will be doom if i still in this position

cur senen'

cur senen'

boring day. nothing to do. there is no motor free. sis got one, pap got one.so i just online the whole morning. then the news came. my grandma's brother is passed away. everybodygo there except me. i just pray from here, hope the lord take care of him, hope he lord accept his soul. god bles u.

ilang

ilang
a lot of things slip through my hands.and it gives a heavy burdens in my brain.i ust need to write it down. so i can let it go and never think about it again. the things is that everything is belong tgo the lord so if the lord giveth then the lord taketh away i suppose i must let it go. but it is hard to do. so maybe i will try my way. usually it works. if i write it down, it will slipaway from my brain

mr adi take my tv
mr budi take my money
mr b take my dvdplayer
mr h take my money
mr tedi take my money
mr fendi take my money

actually they said they want to borrow those things, but they never return it. i try to ask them back, but i can not force them. so may be it is the way the lord wants to say to me that all i love in this worldis just fatamorgana. nothing real except the lord itself?????

sometimes life is so hard to handle.

sometimes life is so hard to handle. i just wanna die.once my friend told me about a pray for this. i dont remember the arabic but i remember the meaning "tuhan jika hidupku berguna maka hidupkanlah aku, jika matiku berguna maka matikanlah aku". everyday i whisper this sentence to the lord since junior high. i do not think my life is useful for anyone or anything. but the lord has different option. i just wonder what is my role in this life anyway

cur minggu

cur minggu

it always happens. when i am home i can not control my meal. i am overloaded. i am overdosis. i eat a lot. my stomach hurt like hell

just like that

i miss u lord
how many tears
do i have to drop
to bring you near
is a heartache isn't it
you're far away there
and i just sit right here
counting the dropping
the deep breathing
the exhaling
hope to let it out
but still
it remains
the second i breathe
the brick struck
right to the point
where i left my last
try to gather
all belongings
i try a little laugh
but the tears drop
just like that

cur ssabtu

potong rambut lagi
kalo potong pasti di ponorogo'
dan selalu dengan model yang sama
feel good with this new hair