EnsuitE

Just finished reading others’ blogs and I really learned something. I found that they are a real hero for themselves, for their life, for the life. Not because they do incredible things, but because they live their life, enjoy it, and that is really "something". Bersyukur.

To do and to feel really bersyukur wholeheartedly is not always as simple as it seems. It needs nothing but a hardwork. That is my experience, I do need a hardwork to really bersyukur. And I am still learning. One of the things I do is reading others’ blogs.

By doing that, I know how they find happiness easily, because it is in their own heart…masyAllah ya…. 

And I also found the thing so nice : Allah can change everything…the worst sadness into the greatest happiness…when we always try to bersyukur….

Thanks to Wati who directed me to read this blog and this blog by publishing her post "Selamat Jalan Bunda Inong" long time ago (postingan itu mo aku link gak ketemu). And also thanks to inspire me to update my another blog So, when will I update it? Kapan-kapan deh kayaknya…:P

Today I got back to school after the two-week holiday. My new teacher’s name is Ms.Claudine Ponet. She’s nice. In the class, we are all about fifteen. I love it, we will learn much better when the class is not too big. Normally there are about twenty students  or more in one class. So, hamdulillah I am lucky enough this time.

The other nicest thing is just because I am in the same class with my previous kindest classmates. They are Annie, Jennifer, and Sara.

I restarted to study the French just today. I have to keep studying hard! My duty is just to keep trying and doing my best. I wish I will be able to do something meaningful…something I want to do, something I need to do, something I really love to do…bismillah…. Hopefully this will be the key to open the door to find the way finding a good job here. Insyallah…

 I found that this one is very nice to keep me always "fit as a fiddle"

One Moment In Time

Each day I live
I want to be a day to give the best of me
I’m only one, but not alone
My finest day is yet unknown
I broke my heart for evry gain
To taste the sweet, I face the pain
I rise and fall, yet through it all this much remains
I want

One moment in time
When I’m more than I thought I could be
When all of my dreams are a heart beat away
And the answers are all up to me
Give me one moment in time
When I’m racing with destiny
and in that one moment of time
I will feel, I will feel eternity

I lived to be the very best
I want it all, no time for less
I’ve laid the plans
Now lay the chance here in my hands
Give me

chorus

Youre a winner for a lifetime
If you seize that one moment in time
Make it shine
Give me

chorus

i will be, i will be free

Last night me and hubby, we got a dinner chez Citra and Miloud. That was so nice because Ika & Iwan and also Kak Devi had already been there welcoming us

Citra cooked un bon plat…capcay rebus and sambal goreng. Hmmm…. C’était très bon, Cit! Merci

We enjoyed the dinner then…the night turned to be the "girls’ night". Bapak-bapak minggir and the girls started talking about gossip from A to Z…from Yahya Zaini to Adam Air…from Alda to Raja…so…so seru! And now…we are all "ratu gossip" boo… we are all updated!

January 3,2007…I received a very nice card from Wati. Thanks! What a nice card. She said something on the card :

"Meilleurs voeux! Wishing you Happy New Year 2007"

Insyallah, Wat. I wish that this year and all the upcoming years will be better and better for you and for me and the entire human race…jadi inget Michael Jackson .

This song is nice…so nice. When my hubby says to me : "Tais toi!" I always remember this song. Thanks Ronan! Hmmm…the words "tais toi" will never stop me singing this song….

You say it’s best when you say nothing at all…means "tais toi" however…

A very nice touch that’s comforting me this silent morning…. What a wonderful voice of Cat Stevens.

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlight from heaven.
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetnes of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God’s recreation of the new day.

Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.

Once I find a nice song…I can not stop myself finding the others. Exited! I found one and now I’m still very busy looking for the others…Finding another one… 

Yeahhhh….sometimes the nice love songs are the best "pain killers" for the "broken hearts" … and sometimes they can be the best "time killers" for the one who’s bored…. I am neither feeling broken heart nor feeling bored…I just cannot sleep…ehmm…alhamdulilllah nemu lagu-lagu kesayangan nih There’s a kind of hush…all over the world tonight….

Nothing to do made me feel that I had to do something. Suddenly something in the head asked me to kill the feeling "missing Jogja very much" and get back to the past memory and…oohhh…. It was soooo long time ago.

My mom, she likes The Carpenters very much until now. Her favourite is this one. Enjoy it.

When I was at about fifteen…ah…so long time ago, hmmm…this song just inspired me to fall in love…hehe. What happened then? I have already forgotten it!

But now, as I just found this song again…I am again inspired to be in love. Hmmm… I’m on the top of the world…why not? The feeling "being loved" makes me happier and happier. Makasih ya buk…kangen nih! Kangen banget…ditelpon susah banget…gangguan mulu line-nya! Ya udah, akhirnya dengerin lagu kesayangan ibuk sambil berkaca-kaca, sambil senyam-senyum juga inget cinta monyet jadul….

Here, it’s different from in Indonesia, when we want to do qurban, then we have to really do it ourselves. We have to butcher it ourselves. Then, that day, my hubby really played "butcher". We needed more than one whole day to make it "all finished". But then finally finished…phffff!

A friend helped him to cut the sheep into pieces. We brought it home. Then when we wanted to visit his parents, he took a little part of it which has already packed in a plastic bag. I asked him : "what’s that? why just a little part?" He answered : "they have already had their own sheep, this is just the thing that I am sure you do not want to do something with". I kept thinking, but not really so curiously.

Just as we arrived, he gave the "gift" to his mom. She opened it. She smiled a.k.a. senyum kecut.  I then was so curious. I opened and took a look and smiled a.k.a. cekikikan. What was that? Oalaaaaaahhh….ternyata : torpedo… Ihihihihi. His mom must have thought : "Nih anak kurang ajar yakkkk!"  Ihihiihihi…..