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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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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How Are You for "Myself"

Everyone must have a dream in life. Dream just a dream or a fantasy, or a dream that really wants to be realized. I was one of those who like to assemble a dream of millions. I want to realize my dream, even though I realize it is very difficult. I always convince myself if I really could I would.
But there are times when I feel tired and desperate. There are times when I think I'm just a weak stand-alone without anything that could sustain me, I felt I would never be able to arrive at the peak of my dreams. Not only the body, soul, mind and mind as if dying when I really felt weak and collapsed. I think I want to stop and freefall forget all my dreams. Leaving all the wonderful things that are still re-living the dream and the reality that already exists without having to bother to build a dream that I was expecting.
But if I have the heart to leave my dreams just like that, did I feel sick because of frequent falls and cries. And it fell over and cried continuously. Until I feel I have the strength to get up and try again. It really made me sick, but no more painful than normal continuous monotonous life. Just go with the flow of life, life is too quiet and boring.
Now I'm going to keep trying to walk in order to arrive at the peak of my dreams, I know there will be many new things that had never occurred to me looking at the front there, either pleasant or otherwise, all of it must remain I passed because it had been my path . Route path should I pass if I really want to realize my dream. Everything is going to face my best, and I'm sure the odds, the problems it is a very valuable lesson for me.
Although later I would still feel pain and cry, I'm just going to pinch my cheek and asked myself "hello how are you? do you remember on who first dreamed up in here? Did you forget who used to dream? "So I would think and smile. ^ ^ ...

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scary experience

Actually to be honest it's difficult to write, especially if you do not find a theme. But since this paper will add to the value of the college one I will keep trying, maybe I'll just write about my experience. But there a lot of experience, I met with the named confused again. What will I write, what is the theme.

Aha I got an idea!!    as I thought, I'll write my experience when I was junior high school. Check this out.

This is not the only experience that I had when I was junior high school., but this one is not forgotten. The story is exciting and also stressful for me. The story as I experienced it the eighth grade when I was camping in a scout event. Held during the day outbound activities. When outbound activities this is the story appeared. There is one activity that is done in the river. This activity is the climbing of the mine above the river. The fourth time I and my friend failed in pursuing mine to get to the other side. Ultimately we decided to go and play in the river's course. Not unexpectedly turned out very swift river currents, and the river was very deep, really deep. Consequently swept all five of us, and we actually did not get to swim. I tried to reach the edge but always failed, so the current is really strong. Increasingly, we are getting dragged down but unfortunately I did not get to measure how far we drifted. The five of us tried to ask for help, but the people who saw thought it was just a joke.

I panicked, I resigned but I'm scared to death. Because I think I still have a lot of the ideals that have not been realized. We lost power for almost five screaming for help. But thankfully a friend of mine suddenly very loud scream for help. We saved (yeah thankfully) a woman who was washing and a middle-aged man who stood at the edge of the view and then save us. We survived, do not forget we say thank you very much to the woman who saved our lives. Unfortunately, the middle-aged man of the savior was straight away without our chance to say thank you. (Mr. whoever you are, you are my hero and savior of my life and my friends life) after a stressful event that we went back to the tent. and since then I was so scared to play in the river again. Maybe that's all I can tell. It is simply an intermezzo.

Well the point before it goes into the river before the river make it in or not, the current is heavy or not. Learn to swim (and until now I still can not swim) And most importantly prepare personnel if at any time sinking to shout for help.

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Trying to tell about Love

This time I wanted to write about love, but not love in general. I  just wanted to share my thoughts. Because I'm a woman, so I'll describe it in a woman's point of view.
 

Okay,, Let's see...

When someone falls in love the world seems as if the world was so beautiful just belong to both. In the hearts and minds only the lover heart. Every day think about it, every day missed, every day of worship. Feel sad if he was hurt and afraid of losing him. The point he's just the only one. When relationships break up with a lover, feel broken heart. Everyday always called the name and the face always rotates in mind. Feel hurt and sad because it was still really love him. 

Such was the romance of love.

But all love is actually just a false love, during the yet to be unveiled in marriage. Sometimes that the pseudo love is dominant, so that we forget the real love. 

Did anyone really sincere giving of his love, who was hurt more than anyone when we feel sick. Yes they are our parents were always thinking of us, always calling us names in every prayer, always cry if they see us fall, never feel tired of giving up our morale back up, be a man who was most happy to see us smile. They really give you true love, although sometimes they were ignored.
Love their endless love since the first time we present in the world, but it is often defeated by the new pseudo love to come and just for a moment. 

Think of them as well, they make their Live the smiling proud to see us grow into adults who are humble. Do not waste them when they begin to get old. 

Because they will always love you all time. . . .

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