Most Romantic Song No. 3 (Song to be Sung at on Guitar)
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The Pogues - Love You ‘Till The End

I just want to see you
When you’re all alone
I just want to catch you if I can
I just want to be there
When the morning light explodes
On your face it radiates
I can’t escape
I love you ’till the end

I just want to tell you nothing
You don’t want to hear
All I want is for you to say
Why don’t you just take me
Where I’ve never been before
I know you want to hear me
Catch my breath
I love you ’till the end

I just want to be there
When we’re caught in the rain
I just want to see you laugh not cry
I just want to feel you
When the night puts on its cloak
I’m lost for words don’t tell me
All I can say
I love you ’till the end

(Download the song here .)

Most Romantic Song No. 2 (Song to be Sung at on Piano)
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Michael Buble - Everything

You’re a falling star, you’re the get away car.
You’re the line in the sand when I go too far.
You’re the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you’re the perfect thing to say.

And you play it coy but it’s kinda cute.
Ah, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do.
Baby don’t pretend that you don’t know it’s true.
’cause you can see it when I look at you.

[Chorus:]
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It’s you, it’s you, you make me sing.
You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything.

You’re a carousel, you’re a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You’re a mystery, you’re from outer space,
You’re every minute of my everyday.

And I can’t believe, uh that I’m your man,
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, ah we’ll see it through,
And you know that’s what our love can do.

[Chorus]

So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

[Chorus:]
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It’s you, it’s you, you make me sing.
You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything.
You’re every song, and I sing along.
‘Cause you’re my everything.
Yeah, yeah

So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

(Download the song here.)

By Jodi Picoult.
(This is something you must read if you want to understand the profound
meanings that lie beneath people’s decisions. This is a read where you
think you know the answer and you think you know who’s the bad guy, but
in the end, you’re just proved wrong. Again and again.)
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Anna is not sick, but she might as well be. By age thirteen, she has
undergone countless surgeries, transfusions, and shots so that her
older sister, Kate, can somehow fight the leukemia that has plagued her
since childhood. The product of preimplantation genetic diagnosis, Anna
was conceived as a bone marrow match for Kate - a life and a role that
she has never questioned… until now. Like most teenagers, Anna is
beginning to question who she truly is. But unlike most teenagers, she
has always been defined in terms of her sister - and so Anna makes a
decision that for most would be unthinkable… a decision that will tear
her family apart and have perhaps fatal consequences for the sister she
loves. My Sister’s Keeper examines what it means to be a good parent, a
good sister, a good person. Is it morally correct to do whatever it
takes to save a child’s life… even if that means infringing upon the
rights of another? Is it worth trying to discover who you really are,
if that quest makes you like yourself less?

Most Meaningful Song No.1 (Song to Sing to ALL My Friends)

Steven Curtis Chapman - I Will Be Here

Tomorrow morning if you wake up
And the sun does not appear,
I will be here.

If in the dark we lose sight of love,
Hold my hand and have no fear,
‘Cause I will be here.

CHORUS
I will be here when you feel like being quiet;
When you need to speak your mind, I will listen.
And I will be here when the laughter turns to crying;
Through the winning, losing, and trying, we’ll be together,
‘Cause I will be here.

Tomorrow morning if you wake up
And the future is unclear,
I will be here.

As sure as seasons are made for change,
Our lifetimes are made for years,
So I will be here.

CHORUS
I will be here, so you can cry on my shoulder;
When the mirror tells us we’re older, I will hold you.
And I will be here to watch you grow in beauty,
And tell you all the things you are to me;
I will be here.

I will be true to the promise I have made,
To you and to the One who gave you to me.

As sure as seasons are made for change,
Our lifetimes are made for years,
So I, I will be here.
We’ll be together and I will be here.

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Download the song here.

Most Romantic Song No.1 (Song to Have in My Wedding)

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Adam Sandler - I Wanna Grow Old with You

I wanna make you smile,
Whenever you’re sad.
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad.
All I wanna do,
Is grow old with you.

I’ll get you medicine,
When your tummy aches.
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks.
Oh it could be so nice,
Growin’ old with you.

I’ll miss you, kiss you,
Give you my coat when you are cold.
Need you, feed you.
Even let you hold the remote control.
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink.
Put you to bed when you’ve had too much to drink.
Oh I could be the man,
Who grows old with you.

I wanna grow old with you.

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Download the song here.

Sumpah, HARUS BACA… Dasar orang-orang kehabisan kerjaan…
Gokil… gokil…

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1. Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I’ve got the secret documents!!"

2.
Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of
relief. Go to the instructor, say "They’ve found me, I have to leave
the country" and run off.

3. 15 min. into the exam, stand up,
rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air
and yell out "Merry Christmas." If you’re really daring, ask for
another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this
process every 15 min.

4. Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.

5. Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he’s not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.

6. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.

7. Every 5 min. stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam.

8. Get the exam. 20 min into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out "Fuck this!" and walk out triumphantly.

9. Show up completely drunk (completely drunk means at some point during the exam, you should start crying for mommy).

10.
Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 min, put on a
white mask and start yelling "I’m here, the phantom of the opera" until
they drag you away.

11. Try to get people in the room to do a wave.

12. Bring some large, ugly statue. Put it right next to you. Pray to it often. Consider a small sacrifice.

13. During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks, chairs, anything you can reach.

14. Puke into your exam booklet. Hand it in. Leave.

15. Masturbate.

16. Do the entire exam in another language. If you don’t know one, make one up!

17. Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.

18.
From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Sound of Music Ignore the
instructor’s requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to
leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Phantom of The Opera.

19. In the middle of the test, have a friend rush into the classroom,
tag your hand, and resume taking your test for you. When the teacher
asks what’s going on, calmly explain the rules of Tag Team Testing to
him/her.

20. Bring cheat sheets FOR ANOTHER CLASS (make sure
this is obvious… like history notes for a calculus exam… otherwise
you’re not just failing, you’re getting kicked out too) and staple them
to the exam, with the comment "Please use the attached notes for
references as you see fit."

21. Stand up after about 15 minutes,
and say loudly, "Okay, let’s double-check our answers! Number one, A.
Number two, C. Number three, E…."

22.
Wear a superman outfit under your normal clothes. 30 minutes into the
exam, jump up and answer your phone, shouting "What? I’m on my way!!".
rip off your outer clothes and run out of the room. Strike a pose first
for added effect.

23. Bring a giant cockroach into the room and release it on a girl nearby.

24. Complete the exam with everything you write being backwards at a 90 degree angle.

25.
Bring one pencil with a very sharp point. Break the point off your
paper. Sharpen the pencil. Repeat this process for one hour.

26. Dress like the professor.

27.
Order catering. The catering company should come in about halfway
through the test, and should include at least three waiters and eight
carts of food.

28. Initiate a staring contest with anyone that glances at you in the
room. If they look away, throw stuff at them until they look back.

29. Tap your pencil against the desk in an annoying way. If the teacher
comes up and asks you to stop, tell him/her that it is your pacemaker,
and you’ll die if you don’t do it. Make sure to continue tapping your
pencil throughout the entire argument.
If he/she takes the pencil away, fake death. Make sure to make as many weird gagging sounds as possible, then stop moving.

30. Answer everything in bright pink ink. Make sure to highlight it with some bright yellow marker too.

Kan skrg lg jaman kakak-kakak-an jadi… gue punya kakak baru…
Tapi bukan anak kampus jd gpp deh gue punya kakak 2.
Kakak kampus itu ‘kakak ternyata pintar’, mantan kakak itu ‘kakak muka bodoh’ dan yg ini panggilannya ‘kakak baik hati’. Kadang2, panggilannya ‘kakak dewa piano’ ato ‘kakak kalem tapi tengil’. Hehehehe… tergantung sikon… tp hari ini, panggilannya ‘kakak main piano lama banget sampe harus nyelak barisan’…

Doa untuk ‘kakak main piano lama banget sampe harus nyelak barisan’ :

Suara piano yang ia mainkan memenuhi ruangan…
Tuhan, hanya Engkau yang tahu betapa rendah hati hambamu ini…
Hanya Engkau yang tahu pengabdian dan pelayanannya yang tak henti…
Berkatilah ia dan limpahilah ia rahmat bukan karena Engkau menginginkannya,
namun karena ia, di antara semua dombamu, sungguh pantas mendapatkannya…
Ampunilah dosa-dosanya dan kabulkanlah semua keinginannya karena sungguh,
ia pantas mendapatkannya…
Berilah ia kesehatan karena Engkau tahu, ia akan terus bermain bagi-Mu selagi ia masih hidup…

Amin.

I believe in second chances.
I believe in what is said in a child’s eye.
I believe in surviving and improving.
I believe in learning from everything.
I believe in interracial relationship.
I believe in freedom of speech.

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I resent racism.
I resent empty judgment.
I resent poor education.
I resent arrogance.
I resent the inequality in human rights.
I resent adults hitting a child.

I love dawn.
As much as I love children.
I love peace.
As much as I hate war.
I hate selfishness.
But I believe in changes.
I believe that people change.
I believe in believing.

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I am merely ordinary. Enough said.

Saya bersyukur…

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Just a simple prayer to remind us that everything happens for a reason. A good reason in God.

Tuhan, jadikanla aku alat damai sejahtera-Mu.
Dimana ada kebencian, biarlah aku menabur kasih.
Dimana ada luka, jadikanlah aku pembawa pengampunan.
Dimana ada perpecaha, jadikanlah aku pembawa persatuan.
Dimana ada kebimbangan, jadikanlah aku pembawa iman.
Dimana ada kesalahan, jadiakanlah aku pembawa kebenaran.
Dimana ada keputusasaan, jadikanlah aku pembawa harapan.
Dimana ada kegelapan, jadikanlah aku pembawa terang.
Dan dimana ada kesedihan, jadikanlah aku pembawa sukacita.

Tuhan yang Maha Mulia, biarlah aku mencari,
Bukan untuk dihibur, melainkan untuk menghibur.
Bukan untuk dimengerti, melainkan untuk mengerti.
Bukan untuk dikasihi, melainkan untuk mengasihi.

Karena dalam memberi, kami menerima.
Dalam kehilangan jati diri, kami menemukan jati diri kami.
Dalam pengampunan, kami diampuni.
Dan dalam kematian, kami lahir ke dalam kehidupan yang kekal.

Amin.

Okay. This is unfair. I know. But I can’t help to think about it everyday. I
can’t help to wonder about it every single day. I imagine, I wonder, I recall, I
rethink, I search every day to find an answer. A clear answer that will help to
ease my burden instead of drowning in my foggy assumptions. I want to know
whether it’s another
i-befriend-you-just-because-i-want-you-to-do-something-for-me
relationship. I don’t need that in my life. I really don’t. My life is busy ad
complicated enough without jerks like that. Man, I DO
cost-benefit analysis everyday in my studies at college. I don’t need real
proofs on how it’s done in real life. Please do not come if you’re going
to take everything away and leave me with nothing. It hurts so bad that I can’t
even bear talking about it without having my heart cry. I wonder if anyone can really
imagine how hurt it is to know that you have been deceived. That you have
been… used. Does it look that easy to people out there to come to me
and ask for favors before leaving me crashed and hurt? It’s not that I don’t
want to help. But it’s different when people come as your friend, talk to you as
if they wanted to be your best friends and share everything with you, and care
for you as if you were so precious to them and when you get to trust them, they
just take everything they need, leave you heartlessly and toss all your hopes
and love into the trash bin. It’s easy for me to care, to hope, to dream, to
care, and to love. But it is damn hard for me to forgive, to forget, and
not to be traumatic about it. It really is. I don’t think it’s wrong to protect
my dreams so it won’t be crashed again, to shelter my heart so it won’t be hurt
again, and to build a wall around me so that people cannot come when they want
to and leave when they wish to.

This relationship is the first
relationship that draws so much of my energy in such a short time. I have never
had a friend like him before. One whom I can talk to quite freely about things
cause I simply know that he’ll listen. One who listens to me and asks for my
opinions even though I am not ‘his age’ type of person. One who helps
so easily and most of the times, puts me before himself just because he either
cares or he is being who he actually is. One who makes me want to do everything
to help him and ease his burdens cause it hurts me to see such a good person
sad. One who still shares his fears and tears with me and shows his weaknesses
when he knows that I would undoubtedly realize how hard it is for him to do so.
One who tries to keep strong when I know he was in need of a helping hand. One
who tries to keep smiling even though he knows I know that he was
crying a river inside and scared to death. It draws my attention, my energy, my
whole mind, my best effort to keep him standing tall, to support his lowest
times, to calm his anger, to listen to his rambles, to comment on his actions,
to give opinions and insights, to open his eyes to opportunities, to remind him
of mistakes, and to just be there when he needed a friend. The relationship is
intense and deep in an indescribable way that I just do not want to lose it over
some stupid cost-benefit relationship reasoning.

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I’d say he needs someone who simply puts him before herself, cos that was
exactly what he’d also do in return. He needs someone who listens rather than
merely talks. He needs someone who suggests rather than merely listens. He needs
someone who does rather than merely suggests. He needs someone who guides rather
than merely does. He needs someone who corrects mistakes rather than merely
guides. He needs someone who solves problems rather than merely corrects
mistakes.

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I really hope, pray,
wish, dream, or whatever you want to call it, that it isn’t another cost-benefit
relationship. I really hope it’s something precious I can hold
onto. Something valuable I can keep in my heart and something I can tell to my
kids in the future. That I once had found a friend in both good and bad
times.

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around
now
These are the days of the beggars
And the choosers

This is the
year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with
ignorance
And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves
poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But well take our
chances
Because God stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the
way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all gods
children
Crept out the back door

[Chorus]
And its hard to
love,
Theres so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope
to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say its much too late
Well
maybe we should all be
Praying for time

These are the days of the
empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you
wear
Twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man
Your
television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there
Is over
here

So you scream from behind your door
Say whats mine is mine and
not yours
I may have too much
But Ill take my chances
Because God
stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things
They sold you
Did you
cover your eyes when
They told you
That he cant come back
Because he
has no children
To come back for…

Praying for Time: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=FY6ziVcfRvM

She is scary. And damaged.
She doesn’t talk about her parents.
It makes her scary and damaged.
That she doesn’t even want to talk.

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She bites when touched.
She hurts when threatened.
She acts before she is acted on.
She does before she is done.

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She risks of losing a good life.
A good life of friends and family’s love.
She chooses beer without thinking twice.
She risks of losing her own life.

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She tries to remind herself,
That’s it’s stupid to be stupid.
It costs too much,
And will never pay enough.

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She is tempted.
She is tested.
Sometimes we just want to shove everyone away,
To see who has the gut to fight and stay.

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Boundaries don’t keep people out.
They fence us in.

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We can waste our lives drawing lines,
Or we can live our lives crossing them.
At some point, we have to make decisions.
She has to make the decision.

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Boundaries are fun,
Boundaries make you safe.
Boundaries will keep everyone out,
‘Til no one remains . . .

As I lie here thinking
Can’t think of one good reason
For what I’ve done
to you
I’ve seen both sides
I know the pain of being alone
And I have
to confess this finally…

That I can’t move and I can’t breathe
I can’t love
and I can’t speak
I can’t trust and I can’t run
I can’t wake and I can’t
sleep

You hear my voice cry
Take my
heart
And break it with your hands
I give you my life
Set in the potter’s
hands
Make it what you want
Cause I can’t move and I can’t breathe
I
can’t love and I can’t speak
I can’t trust and I can’t run
I can’t wake
and I can’t sleep
…I can’t when it is constantly haunting me.

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In your eyes I am awful
Whatever happened to your head
You can not reach
’cause I’m as good as dead
I am a weak one
Guess I’m not so smart
You jump on my bones now
So I can not walk
You
hit my head with stones now
So I can’t talk
You even rip my heart
out
So everyone can see
The awful mess, the loneliness
That’s inside of
me
Yeah, yeah, I’m hurt
… No, I’m worse.

“Life is short, don’t waste time
worrying about what people think of you. Hold on to the ones that care, in the
end they will be the only ones there.”

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Life is short. We all know the saying. But how short? Neither I nor anyone know the answer. We all wonder how long or how short life would and could be. But you see, the length of our lives is never determined by how many years we have gone through or how many years we still have left ahead of us. No, it’s not the years, it’s not the months, not the weeks, not even the minutes nor the seconds.
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Life is never measured by the number the breaths we take. It is the moments that take our breath away that matter. The moments which you smile at, cry for, laugh at, and die for. Those are the things that measure the meaning of life. How one is said to have led a successful life and how one is said to have fulfilled his life are determined by how many things he have done well in his life. A person is said to have succeeded in life when he has lived well and when he has made others’ well because he lived. You don’t need to wish that you will be everything for everyone, but it counts to be something for at least someone. You will learn that people actually forget what you said, what you did but they don’t forget how you make them feel. So the things that you did, you do, or you will do, will each draw a sole picture in others’ lives that they would never be the same again. Live life so completely that when death comes to you like a thief in the night,
there will be nothing left for him to steal. Live a fulfilled life.
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Sorrow comes. Every minute of our lives. Which minute, we may never be able to guess. It comes so suddenly and we are never be prepared. Even when you knew it was going to come, you’d never be prepared enough. When the strong waves hit you, you’d realize that you would never ever be prepared for sorrow. Sorrow, a wicked thing it is. Sly and sneaky. But everyone knows sorrow. You should never feel you’re alone just because you are engulfed in sorrow. Because you’re not. If you are alone, then other people are also alone, and actually, we are together in that too. Do not look back and grieve over the past for it is gone; and do not be troubled
about the future, for it has not yet come. Do not be sad forever but live in the present, and make it so
beautiful it will be worth remembering.
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Failing is unavoidable. You can’t run from it, you can’t hide from it. You can learn from it, or you can dwell in it. You can be miserable, or you can succeed. Failing is, like I said, unavoidable. And sucks. Failing sucks. Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you
are wrong. But you just have to deal with it, not dwell in it. Try to look at it not from the rear-view mirror, but instead from the windshield. Don’t look what it has caused to your life, but look what good it can do for your life. You know, one of the reasons mature people stop learning is that they become less and less
willing to risk failure. And believe me, you don’t want to be one of them.
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So, life is short. There is no forever. There is no sitting around and waiting for some miracles to happen. There is no prince charming to come rescue you. There is no beautiful princess for you to rescue. You just have to live your life to the fullest, that is to make other people as your goal. To fulfill their needs, to do something good for each person you meet every day of life, to make even the slightest change in every life you touch, to forgive every mistakes, to love selflessly and to sacrifice willingly. To hug harder, laugh louder, smile bigger, and love longer.
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Life is the art of drawing without an eraser. You don’t need worry about life, you’re not going to survive it anyway. Just… be yourself, cos everybody else is already taken. =)
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Love,
Me

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Inspired by special track: Butterfly Boucher, Life Is Short.

When the one thing you’re looking for is nowhere to be
found
And you back stepping all of your moves, trying to figure it
out
You wanna reach out
You wanna give in
Your head’s wrapped around
what’s around the next bend
You wish you could find something warm
‘Cause
you’re shivering cold

It’s the first thing you see as you open your
eyes
The last thing you say as you’re saying goodbye
Something inside you is
crying and driving you on
‘Cause if you hadn’t found me
I would have
found you

So long you’ve been running in
circles
‘Round what’s at stake
But now the times come for your feet to
stand still in one place
You wanna reach out
You wanna give in

It was your first taste of love
Living upon what you
had
It’s the first thing you see when you open your eyes
The last
thing you say as your saying goodbye
Something inside you is crying and
driving you on

‘Cause if you hadn’t found me
I would have found
you

I used to think I had the answers to everything,
But now I know,
Life doesn’t always go my way.
Feels like I’m caught in the middle
That’s when I realize…

I’m not a girl,
Not yet a woman.
All I need is time,
A moment that is mine,
While I’m in between.

I’m not a girl,
There is no need to protect me.
It’s time that I learn to face up to this on my own.
I’ve seen so much more than you know now,
So don’t tell me to shut my eyes.

I’m not a girl,
But if you look at me closely,
You will see it my eyes.
This girl will always find her way.

I’m not a girl, but not yet a woman.

When I tell people what I’m going to do with my life, they often told me same things over and over again. You’re too nice. You’re too kind. I’m not as noble as you are. You are very noble. It’s a very noble thing to do. I support you doing such a noble thing.

Seriously. Shut up.

I am starting to get pissed off. Not just I don’t like people telling me that, I hate it. You see, the problem is not on the people. Not what they told me. But what makes me angry is the fact that so many people think that dedicating your life to the society is a noble thing to do. I really do not think it’s noble. I think it is something that every person, I repeat, EVERY SINGLE PERSON on this earth should be thinking more about. I think it is a MUST that every one starts thinking a bit more about doing something for others and stops thinking about themselves. I think it is a MUST that people start caring for others more than they care about their pockets. It’s not a noble thing to do, it is a must.

What can I do for the greater good? Come on, get yourself in line. A lot of people throw themselves that question and deny the fact that they could actually do something. A lot of people CHOOSE to think that what they do won’t make a difference, so they just give up along the way and take that excuse ‘I’m going to think about myself and my family, at least that’s the only thing I can do.’ to justify their selfish actions. People seek fortune, education, position, power, fame, welfare, and so many other things that could lift their social and financial state up. But while they have them all, they forget to use what they have to help other people. They think, ‘I won’t make any difference. The world has had too many damages.’ I really can’t bear to imagine what would happen if everyone thinks like that.

I mean, there is nothing wrong about struggling for your life. Yes, it
is not wrong at all. But making it as your life goal is a very
pathetic. Focusing your life solely on making a buck shows a poverty of
ambition. It asks too little of yourself. And it will leave you
unfulfilled.

I am very much aware that there is no community service requirement in
the real world; no one forcing us to care. We live in a culture that
discourages empathy. A culture that too often tells us our principle
goal in life is to be rich, thin, young,
famous, safe, and entertained. A culture where those in power too often
encourage selfish actions and discriminate the minority. Instinctively,
we knew that it was safer and smarter to stay at home; to watch the
movement from afar. But when we watch these people in poverty, we
understood that what was happening was wrong, that we had an obligation
to make it right. What matters is which decision you finally take, to
keep sitting or actually get up and do something.

.

When Barack Obama once decided to dedicate his career serving the community, a man came up to him and said, "Let me tell something. You look like a nice clean-cut young man, and
you’ve got a nice voice. So let me give you a piece of advice - forget
this community organizing business. You can’t change the world, and
people won’t appreciate you trying. What you should do is go into
television broadcasting. I’m telling you, you’ve got a future."

But he is who he is right now and look where he is right now, on the edge of having the power to actually do something for this world. He once said in one of his speeches, "Making your mark on the world is hard. If it were easy, everybody would
do it. But it’s not. It takes patience, it takes commitment, and it
comes with plenty of failure along the way. The real test is not whether you avoid this failure, because you won’t. it’s  whether
you let
it harden or shame you into inaction, or whether you learn from it."

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If only people would just learn the meaning to sacrifice personal needs and serve the greater good.
If only people would just stop giving excuse and start doing something real.
If only people could realize that what they do can actually make a difference.
If only people could start thinking about others as much as they worry about themselves.
If only everyone thought like that, then this world would be hell much of a better place to live.

There’s much more to life than just fortune or fame. There are things that the world start forgetting about and every time I remember that fact, it never fails to send a shiver down my spine.

Betapa hatiku tak’kan pilu
Telah gugur pahlawanku
Betapa hatiku tak’kan
sedih
Hamba ditinggal sendiri

Siapakah kini p’lipur lara nan setia dan
perwira
Siapakah kini pahlawan hati, pembela bangsa sejati

Telah gugur
pahlawanku
Tunai sudah janji bakti
Gugur satu tumbuh s’ribu
Tanah Air
jaya sakti

Gugur bungaku di taman bakti, di haribaan pertiwi
Harum
semerbak menambah sari, Tanah Air jaya sakti

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Gue gak peduli berapa banyak orang yang bilang dia jahat dan dia pantas mati, tapi gue sedih dia udah meninggal. Emang udah waktunya dia berpulang, dia udah tua, istri juga udah gak ada… Gue menyayangkan pilihan-pilihan hidupnya yang mungkin terlalu mementingkan kepentingan keluarganya, tapi, siapa orangtua yang tidak memikirkan anaknya? Yang gue tau, yang gue lihat dengan segala keawaman dan ketidaktahuan gue, Indonesia bisa mencapai swasembada pangan karena dia. Indonesia bisa punya Irian Jaya juga karena dia. Gue yakin ada alasannya kenapa Alm. Jend. Sudirman memilih dia jd asisten. Gue yakin ada alasannya kenapa karir militernya sukses. Dia kan seorang militer, ya kalau dia jd Presiden pasti otoriter. Gak mungkin ngeharepin dia jd demokrat. It’s just not the way how it works. Gue tau dia banyak bikin salah, dan banyak orang benci dia. Banyak orang yg disakiti oleh dia, banyak orang yang diperlakukan tidak adil olehnya. Tapi dia juga banyak membangun Indonesia, meski dananya entah dari mana, tapi dia berusaha membangun Indonesia. Call me stupid, tapi gue percaya banyak hal baik yang sebenarnya dia lakukan untuk Indonesia.

Indonesia PERLU orang yang mau memikirkan negaranya. Indonesia PERLU orang yang gak keluar negeri dan kabur ke negara lain. Indonesia PERLU orang yang mau berusaha membangun negaranya sendiri. Indonesia PERLU orang yang mencintai negaranya. Setidaknya Suharto mencintai negaranya. Setidaknya Suharto menjalankan kewajibannya sebagai putera bangsa.

Before you judge him, have you lived as one?

Semoga dia diterima di sisi-Nya.

Gue ke Gereja minggu lalu, terus ternyata ada bacaan spt ini.

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Pembacaan dari Kitab Putera Sirakh

"Barangsiapa menghormati bapanya akan memulihkan dosa, dan siapa memuliakan ibunya serupa dengan orang yang mengumpulkan harta. Barangsiapa menghormati bapanya, ia sendiri akan mendapat kesukaan pada anak-anaknya pula, dan apabila bersembahyang, doanya akan dikabulkan. Barangsiapa memuliakan bapanya akan panjang umurnya, dan orang yang taat kepada Tuhan menenangkan ibunya. Anakku, tolonglah bapamu pada masa tuanya, jangan menyakiti hatinya di masa hidupnya. Pun pula kalau akalnya sudah berkurang hendaklah kaumaafkan, jangan menistakannya sewaktu engkau masih berdaya. Kebaikan yang ditunjukkan kepada bapa tidak sampai terlupa, melainkan dibilang sebagai pemulihan segala dosamu."

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Trus gue mikir. Bagaimana dg kasus anak-anak yg hatinya disakiti? Toh orangtua jg bisa salah. Ehh… bacaan keduanya begini, bo.

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Pembacaan dari Surat Rasul Paulus kepada umat di Kolose.

" Saudara-saudara, sebagai orang-orang pilihan Allah yang dikasihi-Nya, kenakanlah belas kasihan, kemurahan, kerendahan hati, kelemahlembutan dan kesabaran. Sabarlah kamu seorang terhadap yang lain, dan ampunilah seorang akan yang lain apabila yang seorang menaruh dendam terhadap yang lain, sama seperti Tuhan telah mengampuni kamu, kamu perbuat jugalah demikian. Hai isteri-isteri, tunduklah pada suamimu sebagaimana seharusnya di dalam Tuhan. Hai suami-suami, kasihilah isterimu dan janganlah berlaku kasar terhadap dia. Hai anak-anak, taatilah orang tuamu dalam segala hal, karena itulah yang indah di dalam Tuhan. Hai bapa-bapa, janganlah sakiti hati anakmu, supaya jangan tawar hatinya."

Demikianlah sabda Tuhan.

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Gue baru sadar, semua itu sudah dalam rencananya. Apa yg terjadi di dunia terjadi karena orang tidak mengikuti perintah-Nya. Tapi Tuhan udah menulis itu semua karena Dia tau itu akan terjadi. Akan ada anak-anak yang menyakiti hati orangtuanya dan tidak perduli dengan orangtua mereka ketika orangtua mereka sudah tua. Tetapi akan ada juga orangtua-orangtua yang tidak peka dan menyakiti hati anak-anaknya sehingga anak-anak tersebut tumbuh tidak dalam kasih sayang. Sekarang gue mau nurut ah sama orangtua gue, gak boleh sampe benci, soalnya kan udah ditegur sama Tuhan hehehe…