The Meaning of Being Grateful

Maybe, on this last several times i was oblivious for being grateful to Allah for all his blessing to me. I felt less. I wanted more  and higher. I always looked above, not looked below. I know there’s a sky above the sky. If we always look above, we’ve never been grateful. Maybe there’re lots of luckier people than us. But if we look below, we must be grateful to our life. It happened to me too. I know i’m just an ordinary human being. I didn’t feel enough with my life. I wanted more more and more. I thought that the other people are luckier than me. Till that night, mom called me, and told that i was oblivious, i forgot how to thank to Allah with all He has given to me. And i realize that i was oblivious. I realize that i was wrong. In the fact, i’ve had all in my life. I have what i want, i have what i need. I can easily graduated from college. I have a job that everbody wants. I have lots of nice friends and bestfriends. I have my beloved family who will always love me. I have great mom and dad. I have my very nice husband to be. And the most important is i have my only God, Allah SWT, who always lead my way, who always reminds me if i am a little oblivious. Because He loves me much. He doesn’t want me to get lost.

Forgive me Allah. Maybe that time i was oblivious. I was forgetting how to thank to You. Thank you mom, for always be with me. For always reminds me if i forget. I am very very very happy with my life. Thank you Alllah for the great life that you give to me. Alhamdulillahirabbilalamin.

The Lantern of My Soul

By reading its title, i feel like such comfortable. I read the article about the lantern of soul on the afternoon, The article was great. And i a very little regret about something. Only me and god knows.  Oh,, if only time can be repeated again, i must follow my soul’s lantern. I think sometimes we have to be “selfish”, but the selfish i mean is the selfish for our goodness. Sometimes we have to ignore what people tell us, even if they’re our parents, and we have to follow our heart. I know all parents in the world want their children to be happy, and to be success. But we own our intuition, our feeling. We must know what a thing we like to do or what we want to be, and what a thing we hate to do. I mean this’s for only Our interest. Because for the love’s life, i myself can’t against my parents. What they say is always true. And Alhamdulillah there’s no problem with my love’s life. They bless us. Since the first time, they met him, they liked him. They said, “Insya Allah, he’s a nice guy. “

But I am such a nice daughter for my parents Insya Allah, i never against my parents for a whole things. I always follow what they say to me, what they want me to do. I never against them at all. Because i want to make them happy, i want to be devoted to them because i love them so much. I’m so sure that their mercy is Allah’s mercy. But we are as human being, must have our interest, our intuition, and our feeling. Because besides Allah, only us who know what the things we do love to do, and what the things we don’t love to do. We have only one life. We want to be happy with our life. Me, my self don’t wanna get lost in the ocean of my life. I wanna be happy with mine.

So, let me follow my heart. Let the pure conscience be my way’s guidance. Let me do what i love. As long as it’s on the right place. Regreting is useless. Because my love to them beats everything, beats my conscience. I know, following our parents is never useless. As i said above,”Their mercy is Allah’s mercy.”. Maybe they know what is the best for me. I don’t have to regret. Just be grateful for all things i’ve got.  I can’t against my parents. I just wanna make them happy by following all the things they say. I’m sure Allah knows what i really mean. Always lead my way, Allah. Make everything easier for me, and always give me the best for everything. Aamiin

Your Forehead Won’t Be Wrinkled By Reading This Blog!

My blog, this is all written in English. Why? Because writing in English for me, is more simple than writing in Bahasa. And the other reason, i can fluently write in English, And it enriches my English-Knowledge. In this blog, you won’t find the hard things. This blog i write just for the simple things, about my daily life, and some tips for you. I won’t write about the hardthings such as about IT. It because i always  deal with IT at work everyday, and it makes me dizzy. Moreover i write about IT in this blog, it can make me much more dizzy. So i just write about the simple things, what i think everyday, what i love to do, and what music that makes me fall in love with it. Just simple, right.

Writing for me is my hobby. I love writing. Sometimes the inspiration suddenly comes whenever, and directly my fingers dance on the keyboard, and make as many words as possible. Sometimes i spend my times after work, in front of my laptop, and write. I am so glad if people read my writing. So keep on reading my blog ya. Thank you for reading. Trust me, your forehead will not be wrinkled by reading my blog. I hope you enjoy it.

That’s What Friends Are For

Keep smiling, Keep shining

Knowing that you always count on me, for sure

That’s what friends are for

For good times, and bad times

I’ll be on your side forever more

That’s what friends are for

Last night, inadvertently i opened up my photo’s gallery on my beloved laptop named reno, and i saw lots of pictures of me and my bestfriends. For me, i can easily make a friend. But i get a little difficult to make a friendship. For me, friendship is much higher than friend. Why? Because my bestfriends are my families. I have many friends and bestfriends. From my Junior high school until my college’s mates. Bestfriend for me is someone to share everything. Sadness and happiness.

If i have some problem that i can’t solve it by myself, i’d tell my bestfriend, and ask for their solution. And so they do. Bestfriends can make me laugh and giggle eventhought i have a problems or i am on sadness. That’s what friends are for. Some of my bestfriends; riris, eki, kak aji, one day before my birthday on 2008 while we were on Medan, brought me to the place where we had fun all day long. This place named Hillpark. And the pics i saw last night were these. I was so happy. Laughing, giggling, and grinning together all day long.

Hillpark 1

Me with my bestfriend named riris

And these are my pics with my house mates:

My Elfiana House's friends

And these are, me with my college’s mates:

The girls of IF-29-03

The Boys of IF-29-03

And these are the pics of me and my friends at Junior High school:

My 3i'S Friends

My 3i's Friends

The moment i always remember with my bestfriends, eki, riris, kakaji: They stole me one day before my birthday, and brought me home just about an hour before my birthday. Riris, is my bestfriend at college, and we were on the same high school. We always talk, laugh together. She’s my On job training’s friend at Bank Mandiri. We did “curhat”. We talk about everything. Eki is my bestfriend at college. If i had to go to somewhere, he used to deliver me to there. I remembered when i saw The concert of Mocca on campus, and the concert ended at 10-11 pm if i’m not mistaken, then he brought me home because i asked him to brought me home, because it’s too late to go for walk alone on the night. He’s my partner at GELADI on PT. Telkom Divre 1. Kak aji is my Operating System’s Assistant for practical work. He made a Big Lab Assignment  for us.

The moment i remembered with my house mates especially mb uti, mb pinyo, widya, dll, bought food for lunch or dinner, watched tv or film together, talked each other, Had fun together, shopped together, Shared food, shared knowledge. Because we were on the same house, we know each other what are the good habits or the bad habits of us. hahaha

The moment i remembered with my college’s mates, we studied everyday together, did our assignment, walking-walking together, and they took me to wherever i wanted to go. They taught me if i had difficulties for understanding the subject. And so do i. I taught them if they had difficulties for understanding the subject. And if our lecturer gave us the assignment to make a project/program, then i chose my team work carefully. I chose my friends who love and smart for coding (making program). Why? because I HATE CODING AT ALL. And my role was as a system designer & analyst, and made a documentation. hahahahahaha…

Oh,, i miss my friends. If some of you read this post, please always keep in touch with me ya… 

The Story of Coming Back home

I came home on last long-weekend. It was 3 days of holiday. I had night flight to Medan on thursday 1st April 2010. I was so happy. I was homesick. And i had to recharge my very low energy’s battery. I missed mom,dad, ade,karin,bude. I missed home. So damn missed my home. After office hour, i went to Gambir to take Damri to Airport. It took only 1 hour more from Gambir to Airport. The airport was so crowded, and it was fulled with people.

My flight was delayed, from 07.30 PM to 08.30 PM, but it’s ok because mas Wildan was with me, he accompanied me while i was waiting for the flight. We had dinner on the Airport, and killed time together. Thank you, mas. And when i was on the plane, suddenly i slept. I didn’t realize when the plane took off. Because i slept until the plane had landed on Polonia the Airport of Medan. My dad and my mom picked me up, and brought me to home.

Then i spent all my times (3 days 3nights) fully at home. I was lazy for leaving my home. I wanted to spend my whole long weekend only at home. I talked with my mom,dad,bude, Mom hugged me tight. Mom talked to me from heart to heart. I played with my lil sister named Karin. She bothered me just to show how much she missed me. Dad bought all my favorite foods. Bude cooked my favorite food. Mom gave me gifts from their trip. So wonderful. All things made me so happy, and my energy’s battery has recharged.

Ah,, i wanna stay there longer. 3 days are not enough actually. Uh, mom dad karin ade bude, i miss you all already. I love you all with all my heart.