tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46280578124928112422026-08-30T14:46:02.720+07:00I may get any advantages from internet by posting my views which have overloaded in my head so I need to blow them out and share them to others. So here we go....wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-91727077273690862582017-10-17T21:59:00.001+07:002023-04-03T00:45:30.952+07:00

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-70737567490779489192017-10-08T07:19:00.004+07:002023-04-03T00:45:46.750+07:00

Honestly I don't know why people should be connected through social media today. Why can't people go private? Okay, a blog is not too private, indeed, but we can share long articles with photos, not only photos. My son just created Facebook account for me because the association asked FB or twitter account as one of terms to join. I had a twitter account several years ago - might be 5

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-35248913003584490522017-10-04T22:47:00.001+07:002023-04-03T00:45:51.908+07:00

I hate to admit this but I'm just trying to help myself. I read in several websites that by telling this I can help myself to get rid of suicide attempt. So I'm trying. It was started by - I really don't know how or why - a day when I had a suicide thought. It was because I felt that  all efforts I had done to escape seemed like no a way out. It was very soon putting me to a suicide

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-1129708646381152122016-03-14T22:34:00.002+07:002023-04-03T00:46:01.268+07:00

I wish I could shed a tear as others always do at sadness....

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-87625009199235306892014-05-06T10:11:00.002+07:002023-04-03T00:46:07.747+07:00

This is a song called A Song for Mama, which I will play everytime I’m missing my son. He loves arts, especially singing and playing instruments. He said that he wrote the song when he missed me much. What a loveable son he is. Just like every mom will do, he is the first and the best reason to survive for me. We both are close but we nowadays live separated for his study. He was 19 years old

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-29348028327438355442014-04-20T22:32:00.003+07:002023-04-03T00:46:12.963+07:00

Will you take it when you’ve been told that you have a mental disorder? In my case, I’m not trying to deny it but I’m fine with it, I guess. I’m normal and I live a normal life. It was started at a night. I had been talking to a friend until late night and he asked if I wanna sleep. I said no, I would not close my eyes tonight. He asked me why. So I explained him everything that I felt since

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-89782546421673308942014-01-05T23:25:00.002+07:002023-04-03T00:46:18.472+07:00

An infotainment news in a website about the breakup of Ricky Martin and his longtime boyfriend, Carlos Gonzalez, had been a pretty long discussion between two sides, are agree and disagree about being a gay. I actually just put my comment there as a mommy and a teacher of hundreds young males. I was in this case not judging wrong or right of being a gay. I got thumb nails down and up for the

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-35961729253694240492011-02-16T12:40:00.006+07:002023-04-03T00:46:52.834+07:00

Students say that some teachers at our school act stupid by blaming my kid and give a harder punishment for him for a little fault as other students will get much less punishment for a same fault. Students say it’s because he’s my kid. My kid grows being a real young man already. He considers it as something un-fair but he thinks to forget it because there are always two types of people – bad

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-10824969880477488972010-08-26T10:03:00.007+07:002023-04-03T00:47:05.088+07:00

After five months leaving this blog, I'm back. No need a perfect reason to come back here but the writing desire, the readers attention, and the school activities calling me to be here. I know I will not have so much time to write another new post, so I may rarely check this blog but all comments are allowed to put any time. Anyway, I'd love sharing my wonderful times as a personal, a teacher,

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-54422217194242389472010-02-25T12:24:00.011+07:002023-04-03T00:47:11.418+07:00

U’re a foolish creature. U never do something right. U’re just an outsider for everyone. U’re nothing, u know that, dirty chicken? U need a big mirror to take a look your shadow and your face on it. U’ll know how unshaped-weak-skinny-body u have. U’ll know how moron u are. U’ll know u’re nobody. U might be the best graduated student but u’re sh*t in my assh*le, old b*tch! Mr. X dug a huge hole

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-90690936392108784962010-01-26T11:35:00.005+07:002023-04-03T00:47:35.585+07:00

I just wished I could sleep and would never wake up any more.  Have you ever felt your heart is empty though you have filled it with a number of a book’s pages? You’re in crowded but you’re feeling so lonely. People speak but you can’t hear their voices. When you can hear them, theirs just make you sick. You rub their skin but you can’t feel their warm. When their eyes stare at you, you get

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-47791440744423781742009-12-14T00:04:00.003+07:002023-04-03T00:47:40.560+07:00

I thought I’d chosen a good decision not to connect onto internet for a chat but news, browsing or e-mails. I thought I won the game. Later seemed I was just a looser who been totally home alone, stared at TV but watched nothing. As my son has been growing up without I do realize it, he asks me not to go around but he will buy everything I need while I’m ‘taking care’ home. As I have a problem

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-69424779830388527592009-10-12T10:13:00.006+07:002023-04-03T00:47:46.344+07:00

Beginning with the death of the florist in the terror bombing at the Marriot hotel, Ibrohim, after the firefight for seventeen hours, the search for traces’ Nurdin M. Top, a Malaysian terrorist and also the leader of Al-Qaeda in Southeast Asia, who had devastated the beautiful Indonesia, began to show a bright note. He and his cronies had spread terror, put a bomb in public spaces, especially the

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-55901285462757189722009-03-24T19:05:00.017+07:002023-04-03T00:47:52.908+07:00

I got permission from my son to write about him and also to publish it here. He’s a teen, however. Being a mommy for teens isn’t something easy especially when you’re alone to take care of them. Lucky me (or unlucky?), I just have one with me. At least I just need to separate my attention for less fields, are him, works, household, and the last one is me myself. He grew up so fast. But I still

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-56871478269598209532009-01-13T20:52:00.017+07:002023-04-03T00:50:09.162+07:00

These all were what I said and asked in a teachers’ meeting of our school management. The background was our principal’s commitment. Almost all teachers and students said that he didn’t have a good commitment to run management of our school. As I wrote in ‘Does He Hide Something?’, he had left some good programs of our school which had been our icons since the school built, and it affected most

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-46307971138674833412008-09-16T21:25:00.010+07:002023-04-03T00:51:24.335+07:00

Ten signals to measure if you may be in love....1) You miss someone but you actually have no any reasons to miss him/her.2) You wanna meet someone but you just have left him/her less than 15 minutes ago.3) You wanna hear his/her voice but you actually just talked to him/her less than 15 minutes ago. 4) He/she is so amazing in your eyes but others say his/her score is just about standard score

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-51947251728460881982008-09-11T19:55:00.007+07:002010-09-15T18:06:46.633+07:00

Bahasa Indonesia or Indonesian language unites the over 250 millions people with more than 400 kinda regional dialects or even distinct languages. Learning Indonesian language ain’t something hard. Here I’ll introduce you to Indonesian language and how to spell words using general audience. There are some key points which will be so easy to learn.1) Each letter has special sound and it won’t be

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-53565605059421420612008-09-08T23:37:00.018+07:002010-09-15T17:06:24.513+07:00

For all students of XI grade, read the following questions carefully, choose one question, give your answer here but once the question has been answered, right or wrong, you can not answer it. Just write a final answer, you don't need to write stepwise. For the last five answers, you may change your answer twice, if the first answer is false. 1) What is thermochemistry exactly?2) Why do

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com114tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-46442889229148570372008-08-20T23:30:00.010+07:002014-05-17T20:54:29.398+07:00

I’m interested to write this topic after I heard a friend say something bad about my Caucasian boss. He one day met me and my boss at a mall when we’re talkin’ while drinking coffee. Then next day he said, ‘I don’t know that you’re similar to any bad Indonesian girls who would like dating white skin guys just for money.’  Well, I didn’t explain him at all about the man who he met at the

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-16279007787808590322008-08-19T07:55:00.004+07:002021-08-10T19:57:33.733+07:00

August is a historical month for both Indonesians and Indians. The independence day of India is August 14, and on August 17, for Indonesia. But this year, it might be the saddest August for me since I received SMS which stated my daddy passed away. And the worst was I couldn’t see him for the last time of his life.  Last month he called me telling me that he was at Jakarta airport and asked

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-59081295759142019682008-07-28T08:38:00.003+07:002010-09-15T18:15:23.064+07:00

Sometimes we can’t predict with whom we’re having a relationship. Sometimes we think people with whom we’re shaking hands are good people but they’re not in fact. Here I’m not telling you the best way how to face a terror. I just wanna tell you what I did when I had one.It occurred since 3 days ago. First I thought I need to tell someone about it but his mobile engaged when I called him. Then I

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-10713158798110041162008-07-25T07:34:00.011+07:002010-09-15T17:50:33.727+07:00

It’s about a guy with whom I was talking yesterday. I had so many bad experiences with him and knew how bad he was. I’m not sure he can be a good guy though he has passed years of his life. I thought for years that he had put some sh*t in his brain. And I proved what I thought of him yesterday. As I don’t like thinking bad about others and I won’t think one part of him but he contacted me, again,

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-51998544228568475072008-07-14T11:26:00.007+07:002014-05-17T21:02:53.806+07:00

I asked some people to know why they smoked. Smoking here means smoking of cigarettes only, not marujuana, cocaine, or any other kinda drugs. I asked their reasons to smoke and their opinion about getting healthy. Here are their opinions.... 1) My father was a smoker so I am. 2) None in my family is a smoker so I wanna be the first.3) My grandma smoked but she had good healthy. So I have no a

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-27577091091653202852008-06-06T10:39:00.005+07:002010-09-15T18:04:45.857+07:00

It’s not a poem or a story. It’s just what I wanna write. I like it or not, you like it or not, I’ll post it here. It’s not for me myself or one of you. It’s just what I wanna write. I’m letting my fingers to type what they wanna type. This written paper will have a meant or not, I don’t care. Here’s what my fingers typing:I don’t know why I immediately feel so bad. I just wanna keep my mouth

wydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10806171841159350384noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628057812492811242.post-19022113240942169342008-06-02T08:48:00.007+07:002010-09-15T17:47:55.211+07:00

How can they have 180 degrees difference of opinions?My friends say I have much love in my heart. They say I’m honest and they like to hear my opinion when they must face a problem because I’ll show them the truth. I’m kind and love mankind.And the other hand, many office mates say I’m rude. My words are too rude, I always answer sharply and speak straight forward. I’m not like an Indonesian in

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