Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.

-Dale Turner-

Jumat, 28 Juni 2013

The voice-winning children's dreams


We just like the other kids, go to school every day. Because we want smart.
We also have the same ideals with the other children, we want to be successful.
Could become the future generation of the plume.
We wanted to be useful to the nation. Because our next baton holder.
Just different, when the other children went to school with a relaxed and some
even escorted ride. 



While traveling to our school to a little different, such as outbound,
we have to pass this bridge every day.
This is actually very risk, at times we may fall because there was no safety equipment at all.
We just try to be careful not to slip.
If we were going to fall uniformly wet, or perhaps a small body we will drift ,drifting river.
But this situation never understate our passion to keep going to
school, in order to realize our lofty ideals. We must keep to the school.
Even so, deep down in our hearts, we hope the adults in power there want to
ease our way to school, we did not ask for our streets to be paved or improved
and the school was given a luxury car to drive us to school.
Enough fix this bridge, we have been very pleased.
Because this bridge is our liaison with the ideals of our future.
The voice-winning children's dreams

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http://mediaranahjaya.blogspot.com/2013/03/sekolah-bertaruh-nyawa-10-jembatan.html
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My nostalgia

In the morning, the rooster crows.
I woke rushed to shower and change uniforms. Out of the house accompanied by the warm rays of the sun. I smell the cool air in the morning. Hmm,,, morning smell, very comfortable.
I walked, then stopped to wait four other friends gathered. While waiting for a friend who is yet to come, we usually mild joke. After a few minutes we've gathered five of our means to immediately go to the school abuzz. Along the way to meet other friends greet each other. Some there are who go ride a bike, but I and my friends choose to walk. Although the schools to home is rather far ,we have become accustomed. For we , went to school on the foot  it's fun because while exercising can also. Along the way we chatted and occasionally joked back, without feeling we've arrived at the school. The bell rang we all get into the classroom. From the window of my classroom, I could immediately see Slamet mountain. Unusual scene when I saw first elementary school in Jakarta. God's creation is truly extraordinary nature.

I felt this incredible, is not as busy in all the different cities. Here feels more peaceful..
It was already noon, now the home bell rang. Five of us go home, change from warm sunshine to be scorching. But we never complained even though the heat was very oppressive, usually to relieve the heat we stopped to buy coconut ice. Well there we were joking until he came back towards the house. The next day the same thing happen sometimes coupled with new stories.

Actually this is my memory of when I was school first, the memory of it still attached. Everyday  smiling, laughing off without load. Our first is not as advanced today's children are facilitated by a wide range of gadgets. But we were happy, there was never a sense that the kids today say "galau". I just know it feels happy to have friends who always make me smile. Period of nostalgia that can not be forgotten. Such as the lyrics in the song Sheila on 7,,,,,
Bersenang-senanglah,,
karena hari ini yang kan kita rindukan,di hari nanti
sebuah kisah klasik untuk masa depan

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Kamis, 27 Juni 2013

Simple thing make the hardest thing





Come without cause
Past the boundaries of space and time
Bringing a taste of nowhere
That is not easily guessed, the usual way
It took a lot of time, to decipher
A bit of a puzzle
Looks simple, but can not be underestimated
it’s about heart
Not that easy to answer the mathematical formula that is set
Abstract feelings that can not be quickly understood
Especially when you've met the maturation process
It would be very difficult to understand how
Although only one conclusion
I need some time
Let the mystery of this puzzle
Runs in time
To then stop by itself
Then show the explanation on the fact
Can you re-take the time
For longer enjoy
This complicated situation
Once again it’s about heart


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The night will always keep changing morning

Where misses
Maybe
it’s already gone
Cloud covered twilight
Drowning in the orange sky
Let it go, Saw tomorrow
Maybe the sun will appear among
Or longing still hiding in the dusk
If it turns out  did not show up with sunshine
then why
,,
What is the problem
Maybe
it is longing for someone elsewhere
only just to say hello to you
.
You were expecting
,,
It
not intentionally gives hope
Do not try to complicate this

It's actually easier
,,
As long as you want to understand
However twilight is the door the night
And the night will always be changing morning
And in fact there are different
the sun still shines with warmth
only different
,,
you become more mature now

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