Accidentally Nightmare

All this 4 years disturb me is this. How long again?

When Will I See You Again?

Now i was a student in a state college. Before i reached that, i’m doing this for 3 years. A memory from Senior High School.

I miss them all 🙂

Please, don’t remind me

look at the Prambanan Temple’s silhouette. it describe what i wanted along the year. that dream, that vow, and that little-gorgeous friendship. I Love that moment. And I Love the reason why i must comeback to that Town. our promise.

Our Friendship Journey, starts here

This photo taken somewhere in Rain City. and guess what? yap on closing book year photo session , the Rain pouring us. And the crowds, laughs and smiles… i captured it.

what i deny before

I cant believe, i can stand in front of that building and wear that old-memorizing Jacket

diaries & connections to the past

i felt it too

Accidental Pen

I have been thinking a lot about diaries – especially the old, hand-written ones.  In our local news, there have been several recent articles about a Civil War diary that is being examined by local historians.  It chronicles the daily life and struggles of a young Union soldier as he passed through this area.  The story is fascinating, but for me it is even more remarkable to look at the images of those pages … his handwriting on the old paper, the scribbles in the margins, the entire personal image that is captured not only by his words transcribed, but by the physical pages themselves.

It made me contemplate my own journaling and diary-keeping.  The mark of my pen, the paper and the books I choose to write in, the ink, my penmanship.  While I know there are many distinct advantages to maintaining a digital record – and there are…

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Sometimes

Sometimes i feel if i was a lucky person

and then comes the feeling of being so alone in this world

for what? 

but i’ll try to refresh my brain again.

i have a big task for being alive in this world.

to obey what He said in the Qur’an and do it