Rabu, 27 April 2011

My family


     I was born from a simple family, not rich but not poor, but everything I need can be met. I'm just an ordinary person, who always strive to be extraordinary. I was the first of two brothers.
      
       Suprapto is the name of my father, he was a jaunty, funny, easy to speak, and democratic. My brother and I are very happy if the sides, not only I consider to be the father, he also I think of as friends or another, its role is very flexible in this life. He was a civil servant, lower class, but he always tried to meet the needs of this family.

     I was born from a woman named Heny Heryety, she is my mother. Sometimes I fight with her, but I respect her, because she is my mother. And I also had a brother named Dwi Chandra Kurniawan, a fat boy, because he likes to eat. There is no food that he does not like, and no time he went without food. He's funny, though sometimes annoying.

     Actually I have a brother anymore, but he had died first. His name is Tri Andikha Awaludin, he is my youngest brother, if he's still there might have been sitting in primary school. But unfortunately he only stayed for three days, he should not be born at that time, it happened because of premature, my mother fell while seven months pregnant, so they want or do not have to be born at the time. We are very saddened by this incident, but we can not do anything about it. We can only learn from it all.

     It is in my family, the lessons can I take it from there. This is the initial capital for me to face the real world out there. I am very happy even though I was born just plain and simple family, because what I need from family is not fancy, but the harmonies and the warmth of love from all family members.

Senin, 11 April 2011

MY STORIES ABOUT LOVE

In this world there are many stories about love, from casual to romantic love story. Happy, sad, upset, longing, resentment, confusion and all other feelings mixed into one, adorn the feeling called love. With love life more colorful, the days seem bright. But if life without love would be empty.
Talk about love I remembered a story of my life. One of the other side of my soul, the balance in my life journey as a man. When I find someone who is a woman, she is beautiful, good, and very perfect for me. I think it feels very happy if she could be my girlfriend, who was accompanying me when alone, do not have a girlfriend it feels very lonely. The warmth of a woman so I miss.
That time the first day I was college, looking at her makes me interested and want to have her. But it seems I can only hope, because she has a boyfriend. The news I heard from her friend, with disappointed I accept it with patience. Back I walked alone without having a girlfriend, only one who can make me strong, that is patience.
But not long after that I was reaping the rewards of patience as well, she had split with his boyfriend, now I have the opportunity to approach her. I continue to fight to get her, really struggling to make her into my life companion, not just wait for her but this time I get a few competitors to get her. Really tired of it all. And finally I managed to get her, making her the companion of my life. I am very satisfied, and also proud of my struggle to get her.
Until now we can live together happily, and love one another, through the day with happiness. I hope for eternity. And even this story will I save with a neat, will I inherit this story to the children and grandchildren later.