_LoN9 diStAnce_

Long distance is killing me

Duhai angin sampaikan salam ku kpdnya
sdh stahun lamanya kami tak bjumpa
tp tetap dia yg slalu kucinta...
Jiwa & raga ku hanya untuknya..

Ku rindukan dia slalu
ku haraP diapun bgt
t'lalu banyak g0daAnku
tuk gantikan dia dgn kekasih yg baru.,.

Ku ingin dia cepat kembali
ke dalam pelukanku lagi
Ku ingin dia cepat kembali
membawaku terbang tinggi lagi..
Ku Tak tahan tuk trus begini
bisa-bisa aku mati...

LoNg diStaNce is killing me....

...Uh...tEganya...

Akhirnya kau pun pergi
biarkan ku disini
ternyata kau jg tak punya hati
pedih hati tak terperih
pedih ku telan sendiri
mau marah tapi sama siapa...

Kini aku disini.,cuma sendiri..Tiada yg mencari...
sampai hati.. Sampai begini...
kau tak perduli...Uh teganya...

apakah salah dan d0saku..
mengapa smua tinggalkanku..
mau marah tapinya sama siapa...

pedihku tak terbendung
langitku mendung
tiada berujung
kemana berlindung
skr engkau pun pergi
mengapa begini
hatiku sedih
ku sendiri...

= Doa yaNg iNdaH =

Aku meminta kepada Tuhan untuk menyingkirkan penderitaanku.
Tuhan menjawab, "TidaK!"
Itu bukan untuk kusingkirkan, tetapi agar kau mengalahkannya.

Aku meminta kepada Tuhan untuk menyempurnakan kecacatanku.
Tunan menjawab, "TidaK!"
Jiwa adalah kesempurnaan, badan hanyalah sementara.

Aku meminta kepada Tuhan untuk menghadiahiku kesabaran.
Tuhan menjawab, "TidaK!"
Kesabaran adalah hasil kesulitan, itu tidak dihadiahkan, itu dipelajari.

Aku meminta kepada Tuhan untuk memberiku kebahagiaan.
Tuhan menjawab, "Tidak!"
Aku memberimu rahmat. Kebahagiaan adalah tergantung padamu.

Aku meminta kepada Tuhan untuk menjauhkan penderitaan.
Tuhan menjawab, "TidaK!"
Penderitaan menjauhkanmu dari perhatian duniawi dan membawamu mendekat kepada-Ku.

Aku meminta kepada Tuhan segala hal sehingga aku dapat menikmati hidup.
Tuhan menjawab, "TidaK!"
Aku akan memberimu hidup, sehingga kau dapat menikmati segala hal.

Aku meminta kepada Tuhan untuk membantuku mengasihi orang lain, seperti Tuhan mengasihi aku.
Tuhan menjawab, "Ahhh, akhirnya kau mengerti......"

.....MiSsiNg U....

HoNey...
When will u come....
SepTember.... October.... November... December...
January.... February.... or March????

ReaLLy miss u HoneY....
Jakarta - Kuwait
so far...
but I still waiting u
coz I Luv U, Miss U, n Need U alwayz...

Yours onLy Luv
_oCha_

=FuNnY sToRiEs=

In hot, sunny countries, a lot of people like eating their meals in the fresh air. During the day, they eat under trees or big umbrellas, because the sun is usually very strong, but in the evening they eat under the moon and the stars.
People do this a lot in Italy. The restaurant put tables in a garden or in the street, and most people eat there and not in the restaurants.
Renato was an Italian. He came to London and bought a restaurant there. Then he said, ‘I’m going to put some of my tables in the street here too.’ But it rains a lot in England.
Mr. Jenkins went to Renato’s restaurant one day, and in the evening he said to his wife, ‘I had lunch at that new Italian restaurant today, and it rained all the time. Drinking my soup took twenty-five minutes.’



Mrs. Black had two coal fires in her house, and she always bought her coal from Mr. Matthews. He sold her good coal. There was never much dust in it.
But Mr. Matthews was old, and after a few years he stopped working in his coal yard, and his son Freddie began selling coal to Mrs. Black. He brought two sacks of coal to her house in his truck one day, and Mrs. Black said to him, ‘Your father always sold me good coal. There was never much dust in the sacks.’
‘I do that too,’ young Mr. Matthews said.
A few months later he brought Mrs. Black another two sacks of coal and said to her, ‘Did you find any dust in the last sacks of coal?’
‘No, I didn’t find dust in the sacks of coal,’ answered Mrs. Black. ‘I found some pieces of coal in the sacks of dust!”



George never liked work very much. At school he was always at the bottom of his class. Then he went and worked in an office, but he did not do much work there.
There were big windows in the office, and there was a street below them. There were always a lot of people and cars and buses in the street, and George liked sitting at his desk and looking at them.
George had a friend. His name was Peter, and he worked in the same office, but he was very different from George. He worked very hard.
Last Tuesday George stood at one of the windows of the office for a long time. Then he said to his friend Peter, ‘There’s a very lazy man in the street.
He began digging a hole this morning, but he hasn’t done any work for half an hour.’