SYNDROME 666 IN A RELATIONSHIP

Love is so weird. It makes your heart beat so fast, but as time goes by sometimes the feeling fades away. Many give up and try to find the answer in somebody else that rises up their heart beat again. They think there’s something wrong with their relationship cuz it’s not the same as they used to be.

Relationship or marriage life is like the tide. It’s coming in and going out sometimes. You are just asked to enjoy the wave, surf on the high wave or lie down on the coast relishing the blast of the wind.

I’d like to share an anecdote about Syndrome 666 in a relationship. You guys probably have ever read this one. Check this out. It’s written in Bahasa by the way.

Syndrome 666

Sebelum Bobo

6 minggu : Selamat bobo sayang, mimpi indah ya, muach.

6 bulan : Tolong matiin lampunya, silau nih.

6 tahun : Ke sana-an dong kamu tidur dempet-dempetan kayak mikrolet gini sih?!

Pakai Toilet

6 minggu : Ngga apa-apa, kamu duluan deh, aku ngga buru-buru kok.

6 bulan : Masih lama ngga nih?

6 tahun : Brug! Brug! Brug! (suara pintu digedor), kalo mau bertapa di gunung kawi sonoh!

Balesin SMS

6 minggu : Iya sayang, bentar lagi nyampe rumah kok, aku beli martabak kesukaanmu dulu ya.

6 bulan : Mct bgt di jln nih.

6 tahun : Ok. Cerewet.

Bercumbu

6 minggu : I love U, I love U, I love U.

6 bulan : Of course I love U.

6 tahun : Ya iyalah!! Kalau aku tidak cinta kamu, ngapain nikah sama kamu??

Pulang Kerja

6 minggu : Honey, aku pulang.

6 bulan : I’m back.

6 tahun : Si mbok masak apa hari ini??

Hadiah (Ulang Tahun)

6 minggu : Sayangku, kuharap kau menyukai cincin yang kubeli.

6 bulan : Aku membeli lukisan, nampaknya cocok dengan suasana ruang tengah.

6 tahun : Nih duitnya, loe beli sendiri deh yang loe mau.

Masakan

6 minggu : Wah, tak kusangka rasa makanan ini begitu lezaaatt..!!

6 bulan : Kita makan apa malam ini??

6 tahun : HAH? MAKANAN INI LAGI?!

Memaafkan

6 minggu : Udah ngga apa-apa sayang, nanti kita beli lagi ya.

6 bulan : Hati-hati! Nanti jatuh tuh.

6 tahun : KAMU NGGA NGERTI-NGERTI YA DAH BERIBU-RIBU KALI AKU BILANGIN.

Baju Baru

6 minggu : Duhai kasihku, kamu seperti bidadari dengan pakaian itu.

6 bulan : Lho, kamu beli baju baru lagi?

6 tahun : BELI BAJU ITU HABIS BERAPA??

Rencana Liburan

6 minggu : Gimana kalau kita jalan-jalan ke tempat yang kamu mau honey?

6 bulan : Ke Surabaya naik bis aja ya ngga usah pakai pesawat.

6 tahun : JALAN-JALAN? DI RUMAH AJA KENAPA SEH? NGABISIN UANG AJA.

Di Jalan

6 minggu : Aduh jatuh ya, yang? Hati2, yang.

6 bulan : Hati-hati, nanti luka.

6 tahun : DI MANA SIH MATA LO!

Di Cafe

6 minggu : Suapin dong, yang.

6 bulan : Bagi sesuap dong.

6 tahun : NGGA PUNYA TANGAN APA MINTA DISUAPIN MULU.

So, do you have this Syndrome 666 in your relationship? I don’t hope so.

*adapted from sillystupidlife.com*

THE MORNING PROLOGUE

Hello, sunshine!

Sorry for waking up late. (Actually I always do)

Hey, you're getting hotter, well of course it's already 10.

Sunshine, are u gonna be covered (again) by gray clouds?

Is the stormy wind gonna accompany you?

Wishing a dull day blows away to Neverland.

By the way, wanna hear my blabbing?

What day is it?

Lemme thinkin..

Ah this is Tuesday.

So, SHIT - Smile Honey It's Tuesday.

What am I gunna do today?

Tidy up my living room, clean up my dirty little kitchen and many more.

Crap! It's gunna be an exhausting day I guess.

Well..

Actually I wanna spend my oh-so-many-lazy afternoon for reclining on the sofa.

But suddenly I remember there's a job to do. Yeah, it's revising my pre thesis writing and printing my thesis proposal. For tomorrow in early morning I have to submit it to my supervisor.

Ok, I'll do it later.

Oh, gosh! Likely I was awakened at a half to one in the morning.

It happens many times.

And after all those times, I've become a half-dead creature trying to breathe the morning air.

Ok, I'm rambling..

Have a delightful Tuesday with ur works, girl!

THE NIGHT EPILOGUE

I enter my bedroom. Ready to hit the pillow, tuck into my tweety blanket and walk in lalaland. But my eyelids don’t want to close anyways. A'rite..I sail away to my blog then - an alternate place to get some comfy feeling.

Some noises are still echoing out there. Motorcycle and car engines are growling through this silent night. Their horns are screaming out, pushing away anything from the cold street. And frogs. Yes,frogs. They are singing an after-raining-song and having a lil party I guess. So, this little city is never sleeping.

I'm spoiling my eyes over the room. Sweet moonbeam and sparkling stars are up there in the sky, outta my stained window, a thousand miles away from my bed. A pile of books and clothes are in the corner of the room. And my gaze stops at a body sleeping right beside me. She is my sister. She's drowning in her dreams. Let her play with her sweet dreams.

Ouch my belly is telling me that I need some food! Aah, my feet, my body, my hands, and my mind are too lazy to get to the kitchen. Ok, hold ur hunger till the sun rises up. Speaking about laziness, I've been such a lazy-ass lately. *sigh*

You know what? I can get melancholy at night sometimes. I draw myself to the lowest part of my life. Then I let my mind trap in that place. It got me thinking, “Why do I have to feel this pain? Why do I suffer too much? Why can’t I have what I want?”

Those questions push and push me down. I feel like the only one who is most suffering. But hey, look around, look down. There are still a lot of people more suffering than me now.

Be grateful for what God has given to you. Be thankful for what you have been doing up to this time. Forget ur bad-ass past tense. Let 'em burn. Let the world float it away. Move on. There's something bigger out there waiting for you. That's precisely true. Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift, that's why we call it present.

Back then..
Learn from the past, prepare for the future and live the present! You're a tough girl. If the world shows you a hundred reasons to cry, show the world that you have a thousand reasons to smile, even a million! And dont forget, a lot people would get u up when u're really down.

00.21 am

Hoaaam..
Yawning and needing some sleep now. One last thing I'd like to share: sleeping is a way of saying I have my life altogether.

Well, nite universe, sleep tight.

INDONESIA

You probably have ever heard a song titled Indonesia recently sung by August Burn Red. I wonder why this song is titled so. Then I endeavor to find the reason. After googling for a while, I found that this song is dedicated for David Craig Clapper (48), a missionary pilot in Papua. He comes from Lancaster, Pennsylvania, USA. He died in a plane crash owned by Associated Mission Aviation (AMA). The plane bumped a tree and fell down on Mount Teibu, Tolikara, Papua, on August 9 2008.

And here is the lyric of “Indonesia”:

This plane is going down in flames and this time there,s no black box to capture your last words

A situation we can,t make any sense of

Sacrifice costs all of us everything

This is the time to turn down our heads

And turn up our hearts

There’s no scale to balance this out

Some say may those who curse days, curse this day

There’s no scale to balance this out

How does a man wrap his mind around eternity when he can’t even explain his own composition?

Don’t you see it’s bigger than you?

He sleeps in the mountains of Indonesia, and the white on his flag brings colors to shame

The earth will swallow the water

The clouds refill the oceans

The earth will swallow the water and spit out

The clouds will refill the oceans, refill the oceans

The earth will swallow (Old mountains will crumble…?)

The water and spit out, and stronger ones will rise

The clouds will refill

This is the portrait of the humble and broken.

This plane crashed down in flames with a man who lived, who died, to better this world.

David, rest in peace.

Source: http://www.afgasforum.blogspot.com

BFF

Eka Septi Nurhayati.

She's my another best friend. My best of best friend ever.

We get along since we were in senior high school.

We shared a lot of stories. Life, boy friend, family, joke.

We used to go to school together. When we were in class one, we sat in the same desk. We loved passing notes when the lesson got really boring. Then we went to UPI to register as the freshman student. I took English Education and she took psychology.

Heavenyeah, time flees so fast.

Till now, fortunately we still hang out together. Many times we spent our times for photoshot. Mall, City Park, and even railway station have been our place to be narcistic.

Well I hope our friendship will last forever.

ON CAMPUS STUDENT

I guessed I could finish my study in 4 years, no more.

Ok that was my imagination a couple of years ago.

Just now, I've to take 1 semester more to write my SKRIPSWEET. Or SKRIPSHIT? Whatever.

I realized I wasted my time doing something in vain in my 8th semester, the semester that supposed to be my last semester in college. I should've divided my time doing my skripsweet and my teaching training program (PLP) at that time. Just regret remaining now.

Well, I'm still waiting for who my supervisors is. Hope they are not a killer lecturer I've known. Hmm, it doesn’t matter anyway. But one more thing I hope, my supervisors are someone who won’t be my other problem, my skipsweet already is.

Well, I hope this semester is my last semester as an on campus student, working and finishing the holy skripsweet. Then I’ll grab my degree.

MOM AND DAD

Look the wrinkles they get.
Look the silver hair they have.
Look the sweat falling down on their face.
I can hardly imagine how much sacrifice they made for me and my family.

I remember how many sins I did to break up their heart.
I don't ever know if their hearts heal or not.
Grant them health and wonderful life, God. And Protect them.