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20110829
Some people are born special – their very presence resounds in the hearts and minds of everyone they know.
When you sit next to them, you can’t help but have your mood raised up a notch.
When they smile, you can’t help but laugh.
Often you’ve never spoke much with them nor had any long conversations, but you feel close anyway.
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When you sit next to them, you can’t help but have your mood raised up a notch.
When they smile, you can’t help but laugh.
Often you’ve never spoke much with them nor had any long conversations, but you feel close anyway.
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20110822
A little recall
Do you ever feel tired of yourself who can't stop comparing yourself with others?
Yes, I do. Every moment I compare myself with other, it's like, BAM! I am nothing. Wealthy not, physically so-so, lack of achievement, feel free to kill me.
But in this very morning which I decided to breathe some fresh air cycling a bike, I realized something.
Why you didn't compare yourself with yourself?
Sometimes we need to appreciate ourself for being survive in this harsh reality.
Appreciate ourself for being stronger than before. For being, maybe wiser, or maturer.
I cyc a bike everywhere my foot want to, it's half past five the roads outspread pretty vacant. Nobody as dumb as me, my body freeze, honestly. I do nothing with this undercool temperature except imagining this is Europe. *sigh*
On my way home, I acidentally passed the field I used to play around. It's not far from my now home.
I stopped there and decided to recall all of my memories related to this field (and my-old-home there).
Emerging such an undescribable feeling which made me took a very deep breathe. A lovely fresh air fulfill my lungs.
Then I remember about a tree that always amaze me.
A little me considered it as a Sakura tree, I got dissapointed when knew that 'no it's not'. But it has a really beautiful flower. The flower could covering all side of green leaf till it looks like a pinky frizzy tree. Unfortunately, now it's not as leafy as before.
After I finished my short stoppage there, I met my teacher. My teacher who taught me how to read Quran and help me memorize much prayer. His name is Mr. Anan. I called him 'Kak Anan' though now it seems not appropriate to called him 'Kak Anan', it must be 'Pak Anan'.
He told me that I grow up much, he surprised when he knew I'm sophomore now. Time always flies too fast, he said.
Then I go home. With this sentence resounding my mind.
Time always flies too fast
And nobody really knows what you had faced up. What you've been trough.
So it's not wrong at all, appreciating ourself now and again. No matter what others did nor have.
To gain a positive energy, living life to the fullest.
*cheers*
Yes, I do. Every moment I compare myself with other, it's like, BAM! I am nothing. Wealthy not, physically so-so, lack of achievement, feel free to kill me.
But in this very morning which I decided to breathe some fresh air cycling a bike, I realized something.
Why you didn't compare yourself with yourself?
Sometimes we need to appreciate ourself for being survive in this harsh reality.
Appreciate ourself for being stronger than before. For being, maybe wiser, or maturer.
I cyc a bike everywhere my foot want to, it's half past five the roads outspread pretty vacant. Nobody as dumb as me, my body freeze, honestly. I do nothing with this undercool temperature except imagining this is Europe. *sigh*
On my way home, I acidentally passed the field I used to play around. It's not far from my now home.
I stopped there and decided to recall all of my memories related to this field (and my-old-home there).
Emerging such an undescribable feeling which made me took a very deep breathe. A lovely fresh air fulfill my lungs.
Then I remember about a tree that always amaze me.
A little me considered it as a Sakura tree, I got dissapointed when knew that 'no it's not'. But it has a really beautiful flower. The flower could covering all side of green leaf till it looks like a pinky frizzy tree. Unfortunately, now it's not as leafy as before.
After I finished my short stoppage there, I met my teacher. My teacher who taught me how to read Quran and help me memorize much prayer. His name is Mr. Anan. I called him 'Kak Anan' though now it seems not appropriate to called him 'Kak Anan', it must be 'Pak Anan'.
He told me that I grow up much, he surprised when he knew I'm sophomore now. Time always flies too fast, he said.
Then I go home. With this sentence resounding my mind.
Time always flies too fast
And nobody really knows what you had faced up. What you've been trough.
So it's not wrong at all, appreciating ourself now and again. No matter what others did nor have.
To gain a positive energy, living life to the fullest.
*cheers*
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