tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195664832024-03-13T16:13:54.349+01:00AlorSit's just an everyday simple story to keep being happy and feeling thankful to Godmyrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-50701873633244228602008-06-27T22:48:00.002+02:002008-06-28T08:28:36.393+02:00Mutiara Kita<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5POfv4N-JvgS2zENTJeZ52FIPyRQRHwil99TzD6Oc3LZAG-ziXr4zr6xvRlLDo-Oct-3T0bamLzPrjX-U9xWmucc40jkhzddcLu8m4fsXBN9E5Vithi84WtMrzuORWBoyrnk/s1600-h/mutiara.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216815268270721714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5POfv4N-JvgS2zENTJeZ52FIPyRQRHwil99TzD6Oc3LZAG-ziXr4zr6xvRlLDo-Oct-3T0bamLzPrjX-U9xWmucc40jkhzddcLu8m4fsXBN9E5Vithi84WtMrzuORWBoyrnk/s320/mutiara.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtZY_JNK4SgMb1oohJ9sknXr-NAsVWQNXubu8VW54pHwnCOe1xZieID-DX7sGI1TzghthDb2K4GlzEPceFLvMSW5fd520U1-wtoa4S3_qUAJOzLgdoSQn5U7cImQziF3QY9Y9/s1600-h/mutiara.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://www.gettyimages.com/Search/Search.aspx?src=clarify&query=z.i.H4sIAAAAAAAEAO29B2AcSZYlJi9tynt_SvVK1-B0oQiAYBMk2JBAEOzBiM3mkuwdaUcjKasqgcplVmVdZhZAzO2dvPfee--999577733ujudTif33_8_XGZkAWz2zkrayZ4hgKrIHz9-fB8_In7dfLn91etf49f4NX6PX_dskV3kvyb9-pj-_-uu8qwuf80R_v41fp1fY_j5Nc3PpK6q9mVWZ4vm19LP8PPX2t3Br78Z_kno_7_eu9fXzek78-qv6f3Nr2Tn5tdfU38HlF87O5_anvw_fm18sMMdLVr3pvv916HGpf3C_oX3fl36o15YsOGfvz4-2sVfvx5_PrEwOn_za-chFPsnQ9mxUM47UNzf_FodQrF_MpQ9C6XuQHF_E2Vy8xL_weT5NZRMu_j0NzRf_8bc5tdgCuUr8-mvGfz1a-WuK-_3XytvvI_t7792s7Jv_pr4w6DyW9kXL6fuRff7r1PVHkfYv_irSe5_Zf7C82vPrpbm91_T_AFW_XWa9cQhGPz1a-eZw8D_g35f-V_YP37dJoAW_vlrv3v23LEl_WG_yGoPN--P36iZVqv8yXo5Kz0iBp8agD8OOA927qPV_wMwbGVjpwMAAA..&sd1=pearl%3A70711#"></a><span style="color:#330099;"><em>Alhamdulillah.</em> I am feeling so thankful to God as I just got a wonderful chance to know better the meaning of "having nicest friends around". </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#330099;">Couple of weeks ago I joined a "Liqo online" organized by </span><a href="http://emira08.multiply.com/"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Bu Mira</span></a><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">.</span> I met her first time in the Indonesian Embassy. That time I felt like an angel came to me, she said "hi" to me directly with her very genuine smile and her tender care. Alhamdulillah. And that was just the beginning. Through her, I discover the very nice community. Citra, Mbak Miya, Kak Lely, Mbak Ninda, Mbak Mieke. They are very nice ladies I met once a week online for trying to get closer to God, for trying to be happier, for trying to be more meaningful, for knowing better the meaning of "surrounded by very nice people is amazing". <em>Alhamdulillah.</em></span></div><br /><p><span style="color:#330099;">Now we have a milist named <em>Mutiara Kita, </em>our "something so precious". And yes, I have to say again and again <em>alhamdulillah </em>as this thing is not a big one, but so precious....just like a gorgeous little pearl.</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#330099;"></span></p><span style="color:#cc0000;">*Picture by Getty Images"</span><br /><p><em></em></p><br /><div align="justify"></div>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1142120812337321272006-03-12T00:14:00.001+01:002008-06-27T10:15:23.045+02:00Going Back To The Past, Imagining The Future<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/two-horses.0.jpg"><span style="color:#663300;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/two-horses.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#663300;">I've been impressed by this song at the first time I heard<em>, </em></span><a href="http://www.sapit.org/laguku/index.php?action=showpic&cat=18&pic=52"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Father and Son</span></em></a><em><span style="color:#663300;">. </span></em><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Sung by </span><a href="http://www.yusufislam.org.uk/"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Cat Stevens</span></em></a><span style="color:#663300;">, this morning this song really brought me back to the past and at the same time brought me forward to the future.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">I sat down imagining the time when my hubby was young. He was with his father and talking about something told by the song. His father is now mine, too.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">And I then travelled my mind to imagine the future when one day, <em>insyAllah</em>, my hubby will be in his father's place. </span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">It makes me really want to have children, bring them up, help them be what the best they can...<em>insyAllah</em>.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><br /><em><a href="http://www.bigfoto.com/"><span style="color:#ff0000;">O, ya...about the picture...trust me they are father and son...hehe kidding.</span></a></em><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1142084087640596712006-03-11T14:07:00.000+01:002006-11-16T10:49:46.316+01:00Je m'appelle Julie<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/eiffel-tower-lb5.jpg"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/eiffel-tower-lb5.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></a><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">J</span></strong>e m'appelle Julie. Je suis étudiante en français.</span></em><br /><br />That's what I have to say when I introduce myself in the class. When studying French, our real names are changed to French names. I choosed "Julie". It will be easier for me as I was born in July ;-)<br /><br />The teacher always explains anything in French, so we have to listen very carefully. It's not easy, many times I miss what she says. <em>"C'est normal".</em><br /><br />Last week I got the first text to learn. Here it is :<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Aujourd'hui Hippolyte vient voir Honoré. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Il sonne trois fois. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Honore n'est pas la. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Aussi, Hippolyte s'en va. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Il retourne chez lui.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></em><br /><span style="color:#000000;">That's for us who really learn French from the very basic. Nice hah?</span><br /><br />In the class of 30, we do not care about many diffrences. Many races present : Spanish, Moroccan, Canadian, Russian, Indonesian, and others. Many ages present : teenagers, 30 year old "one day mom to be" (me... hehe), 62 year old grandpa, 46 year old grandma, 19 year old mom to be, and others. Black, white, yellow, <em>sawo matang</em>...all present!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>Je m'appelle Julie... et je suis étudiante en français...</em>;-))</span><br /><br /><em>Hamdulillah</em>...I enjoy it!myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1141939097637172442006-03-09T21:44:00.001+01:002008-08-25T20:40:00.542+02:00Again To Be A Real Student<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/class.jpg"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/class.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">M</span></strong>arch 6, 2006, that was the first day of my "going back again to be a real student" in the <em>Institut d'Enseignement de Promotion Sociale de la Communauté Française de Belgique (I.E.P.S.C.F. - UCCLE).</em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">I am now studying French there. I start it from the very beginning. It is so nice, <em>hamdulillah</em>.</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">In the class, we are all 30 students of many cultures and native languages. There are Spanish, Chinese, Moroccan, Russian, Indonesian, and others. We're all together studying French, <em>masyAllah. </em>Sometimes it is easy or even so easy, but sometimes it is not understandable. But shortly I can say that the class, <em>alhamdulillah, </em>it is so nice, full of fun. </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">I have to attend the class 5 days a week. </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Monday, 08.30 am to 02.00 pm.</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Tuesday, 08.30 am to 01.00 pm.</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Wednesday, 08.30 am to 02.00 pm.</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Thursday, 12.15 pm to 05.40 pm.</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Friday, 01.05 pm to 05.40 pm.</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">ope I will be able to speak French well one day without loosing my English <em>^_* insyAllah</em>. Hope I will be able to write down posts in French one day in this Blog<em>. InsyAllah....</em></span><br /><span style="color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="color:#996633;"><br /></span>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1140356656943532242006-02-19T14:08:00.000+01:002006-03-08T01:40:41.153+01:00I Am Moslem And I Love Peace<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/index_07.jpg"><span style="color:#009900;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/index_07.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#009900;"> Today as I read an article on cnn.com, I got a very sad feeling. 16 die in cartoon protests in Nigeria. That's not Islam at all!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Why some moslems could do that? Islam never ever teachs violence. Islam is a peaceful religion.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">They just didn't know what they did, as the ones who did insulting Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) insulted him.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">When we really know Islam, when we really know Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him), we will do something as wise as Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) did.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) dealt with insults. Instead of cursing the persons who insulted him, he prayed for their salvation! <em>MasyAllah.</em> It was his habit to pray for his enemies all the time.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">The Prophet made similar Du`as (supplications) for his people on a regular basis: "O Allah! Guide my people, for they know not," he would pray, as he and his followers were beaten, humiliated, scorned and ridiculed (<a href="http://www.islamonline.net">www.islamonline.net</a>). </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Let me then paste the wise statement I got from </span><a href="http://www.islamonline.net"><span style="color:#3333ff;">www.islamonline.net</span></a><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">"Contrast this nobility with some ignorant believers today who are found cursing others and praying for the destruction of the world. We do not know the aims of individuals. We do not even know ourselves. So let's keep making Du`a’ that we stay on the right path and that Allah will guide others to it as well. We must not play God by assuming we know where others will end up. </span></em><br /><em><br /><span style="color:#009900;">When Allah tells us in the Qur’an about the kind of behavior which leads to receiving a good reward and the character which takes people to the Hellfire, He is saying this so that people may adopt the correct behavior and avoid Hellfire by abandoning what He forbade for our own good. Those verses are not meant to be a criterion for us to determine where others will end up. That knowledge is only with Allah, the Lord of the universe. "</span></em><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I am moslem, and I love peace. That's what Islam definitely, absolutely teachs us.</span> <span style="color:#009900;">And mostly moslems do that.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I wrote that after reading so many provocative news and e-mails which I better leave them behind. The real truth, Alhamdulillah I can live my life peacefully side by side with friends who have different religions and I love them ;-)<br /></span><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1139774222906762082006-02-12T17:47:00.000+01:002006-02-20T10:46:15.003+01:00Going to Paris<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/paris%202.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/paris%202.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>O</strong></span>n Saturday, I got a chance to have one day journey to Paris.<br /><br />I got there together with a big group. With my hubby, family and friends.<br /><br />We got a bus. We departed at 08.30 am from Brussel and reached Paris about 11.30 am.<br /><br />We visited <strong><em>Institut Du Monde Arabe</em></strong> which located on 1, rue Fossés St-Bernard 75005 PARIS. There is an exhibition over there, it is <em><strong>L'age D'or des Sciences Arabes (The Golden Age of Arabic Sciences)</strong></em>.<br /><br />The Exhibition itself is scheduled from October 26, 2005 to March 19, 2006.<br /><br />From the exhibition, we walked down town to visit <em><strong>La Grande Mosquée de Paris</strong></em> <strong><em>(The Grand Mosque of Paris). </em></strong>It is a magnifcent mosque. MasyAllah.</span><br /><span style="color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="color:#996633;">We then continued walking down town after performing sholat Dhuhur and Ashar. Long...long...walking. That day, really I went for a very long walk!!! I am still feeling it in my feet!!! ;-)</span><br /><span style="color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="color:#996633;">Tiring but nice. Hamdulillah, finally I got home at about in the middle of the night. Tomorrow, when calling my mother I'll say : I finally stepped on Paris ;-)</span>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1138554524702868272006-01-29T12:46:00.000+01:002006-02-06T15:08:39.183+01:00Biggest Frigo I've Ever Got!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/snow-cp41.jpg"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/snow-cp41.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#6633ff;"> "<em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">P</span></strong>ut it in frigo". </em>That's what my hubby usually says when he wants his cola cold. Frigo, he uses that word for refrigerator as all the people I know here do so.</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">Last time we got a weekly shooping in a supermarket here called LIDL. Mostly we bought juice, milk, and other beverage. Reaching home we found that no place enough for all in frigo.</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">Then as the degree that time was under zero. My hubby took a chair, put it on our small terrace and...then we got <em>the biggest frigo ever! </em>We put all the beverages we had on terrace.</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">Our terrace is small, but yes...over there outside the appartment we live in...,God had created the biggest frigo for us! MasyAllah! </span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">Hamdulillah that I have it, <em>the biggest frigo</em>, just for free ;-)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">The nice pic of the biggest frigo is taken from : </span><a href="http://www.bigfoto.com"><span style="color:#009900;">www.bigfoto.com</span></a>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1136971063271730142006-01-11T09:37:00.000+01:002006-02-05T12:32:23.676+01:00Our 1st Qurban, Eid Mubarak!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/10012006(001).jpg"><span style="color:#009900;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/10012006%28001%29.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#009900;"> <em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span></strong>llahu akbar. Allahu akbar. Allahu akbar. Laa illaha illa Allah. Allahu Akbar. Allahu akbar wa lillah hilhamd....</em></span><br /><em></em></span><br />After my hubby performing Eid prayer in the nearest mosque, we got a trip to the farm to get the sheep and then butchered there as well. One day before, my hubby had already ordered the sheep, so that when we got there yesterday we just needed to wait not so long.<br /><br />This Eid is so special as this is the first time we perform this <em>qurban </em>together. Alhamdulillah that God gives us this chance. Hope by doing this we can live our life better and get closer to Him. And be more meaningful. InsyAllah.<br /><br />We went to the farm at about 1 pm. We had a nice little trip. The view outside the window was so beautiful. I enjoyed so much. MasyAllah. Mostly green of the grass and other plants. Many trees which the leaves had been fallen. There were beautiful houses very European, not so luxurious, but so beautiful as I always saw just on films before.<br /><br />Reaching the farm then, many people there. Mostly moslems who performed qurban as well. The view was also so nice. The road was silent and cold. So nice and unforgetable.<br /><br />I just waited in the car, silent...thanking God. Two hours. Then my hubby finished. He got the butchered sheep in the car. And we went to parents' home to drop it. Like that here, we butcher ourseves, then cut it in pieces ourselves, then share it to the others. Not yet cooked yesterday, maybe today, InsyAllah.<br /><br />I hope this <em>qurban</em> will be<em> barakah</em>. Ameen.<br /><br /><em>Allahu akbar. Allahu akbar. Allahu akbar. Laa illa ha illa Allah. Allahu akbar. Allahu akbar wa lillah hilhamd....</em> </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">The pic was taken few minutes before the sheep being butchered, he was in the middle. Hope it is full of barakah. Ameen.</span></em>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1136198575031088252006-01-02T10:52:00.000+01:002006-01-11T02:25:34.313+01:00A Perfect Happiness<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/flower-xv71.jpg"><span style="color:#009900;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/flower-xv71.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#009900;"> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">W</span></strong>hen there is a day, there is a night.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">When there is a light, there is darkness.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">When there is sweetness, there is also bitterness.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">That is life.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">But there is only way to get a perfect happiness.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">When there is a bright night.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">When there is a warm darkness.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">When there is a sweet bitterness.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">When we always think about the nice things of everything, then we will hold the perfect happiness.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">It is in the heart. It is there when we can say really from the heart : <strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Thanks God! Alhamdulillah</em></span></strong>.</span><br /><p><span style="color:#009900;"><em>Today I am so happy for something, and it is sweeping away all the sadnesses in my mind. Tomorrow, I have to keep being happy to make this hard life always better. </em></span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">The nice pic is taken from : <a href="http://www.bigfoto.com">www.bigfoto.com</a><br /></p></span>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1135959631330569512005-12-30T13:57:00.000+01:002005-12-31T23:52:58.666+01:00Remembering 2005, Happy New Year 2006<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/fireworks_14.jpg"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/fireworks_14.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong> 2005</strong>, the year I will never forget.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">God gave me a lot of things. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>Happinesses after sadnesses. </em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>Laughters after cries.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>Smiles after hardworks.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>A thankfulness after all prayers.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>And a true love after so many brokenhearts :-) Alhamdulillah.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">God gives me today. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>Alhamdulillah, so that I can keep being thankful of all I've got.</em> </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ya Allah, if YOU give me time in <strong>2006</strong>, </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>Let me be more meaningful.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>Let me be more lovable.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>Let me also have more love to give. More smiles to share. Less sadnesses to keep.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>Let me have more strengths to survive.</em></span><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Let me have more optimisms to keep walking forward to the future.</span></em><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>Let me have more feelings thankful to be happier.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>Let me have more faiths to always get close to YOU.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>Let me establish a loving and happy family. Amin.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong><span style="color:#009900;"><em>Happy New Year 2006!</em></span></strong> <strong><em>It's time to be more thankful to God. InsyAllah.<br /></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The nice pic is taken from : </span><a href="http://www.bigfoto.com"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;">www.bigfoto.com</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1135264284203979402005-12-22T15:47:00.000+01:002005-12-29T05:31:34.266+01:00For My Mother, Selamat Hari Ibu!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/www.touchofclasscatalog.jpg"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/www.touchofclasscatalog.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span></strong>oday is a Mother's Day in Indonesia! <em>Hari Ibu</em>! And I'd like to dedicate this post for my beloved mother.</span><span style="color:#993300;"> </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>Ibu</em>, you're always so genuine.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>Ibu</em>, you're always ready to help me standing up when I fall down.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>Ibu</em>, you never expect something I cannot give.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>Ibu</em>, you always keep me feel secure after a deep sadness.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>Ibu</em>, you always wake me up from a nightmare.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>Ibu</em>, you always be the one of my motivations to keep facing this life beautifully.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>Ibu</em>, you always pray for me.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>Ibu</em>, eventhough I keep writing now it will never enough to just represent what you have done to me.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#996633;"><em>Ibu</em>, my deepest gratitude is for you. </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#996633;">My highest thanks is for you.</span> </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Thanks God for letting me have a loving mother like you. </span><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Alhamdulillah.</span> </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Selamat hari Ibu!</strong></span></em><br /><em></em><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">The gorgeous pic is taken from :</span> <a href="http://www.touchofclasscatalog.com">www.touchofclasscatalog.com</a><br /><p><em></em></p>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1135111321577729642005-12-20T19:45:00.000+01:002005-12-22T08:05:10.573+01:00When You Say Nothing<span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>S</strong></span>ung by Alison Krauss, such an amazing song</span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/two_swans.0.jpg"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/two_swans.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"> which represents my heart today.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em><strong>I</strong>t's amazing how you can speak right to my heart</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>Without saying a word you can light up the dark</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>Try as I may I could never explain</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>What I hear when you don't say a thing</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>The smile on your face lets me know that you need me</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>You say it best when you say nothing at all</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>All day long I can hear people talking out loud</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>Old Mr. Webster could never define</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>What's being said between your heart and mine</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>The smile on your face lets me know that you need me</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>You say it best when you say nothing at all</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>The smile on your face lets me know that you need me</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall</em></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><em>You say it best when you say nothing at all</em></span><br /><p><span style="color:#330099;">Thanks God! Hamdulillah!</span></p><p><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">The nice pic is taken from :</span><span style="color:#009900;"><em> </em></span><a href="http://www.bigfoto.com"><span style="color:#009900;"><em>www.bigfoto.com</em></span></a></span></p><p><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">The song is taken from :</span> </span><a href="http://www.blueyze.com/saynothing.html"><span style="color:#009900;"><em>http://www.blueyze.com/saynothing.html</em></span></a></span></p><p><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#330099;"><em> </p><br /><br /></em></span>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1134906995755161012005-12-18T11:19:00.001+01:002008-06-28T08:43:26.340+02:00Even a Smile Can Be Charity<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/jalowiec_Pure_Joy.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/jalowiec_Pure_Joy.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span></strong>s Prophet Mohammed said : "even a smile can be charity", I do believe that being meaningful in this life is not always as hard as what I sometimes think.<br /><br />Just by giving a smile to others, we will mean a lot!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><em>This life is sometimes so hard, but a smile will soften it.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><em>This life is sometimes so sad, but a smile will make it happier.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><em>This life is sometimes so painful, but a smile will ease it.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><em>This life is sometimes so complicated, but a smile will simplify it.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><em>This life is sometimes so cold, but a smile will make it warm.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><em>This life is sometimes so hot, but a smile will calm it down.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><em>This life is sometimes so dark, but a smile will brighten it.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">A smile is the most beautiful thing we can give to show how we have to face this life beautifully, warmly, softly, brightly, and meaningfully.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">A simple wholehearted smile...is a meaningful charity.</span> <em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Subhanallah.</span></em><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">Above point of view was inspired by :</span></em><br /><a href="http://thisisislam.islamacademy.com/"><span style="color:#3333ff;">http://thisisislam.islamacademy.com/</span></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>The pic is taken from :</em></span> <a href="http://www.jalowiec.org/"><span style="color:#3333ff;">http://www.jalowiec.org/</span></a>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1134470306660796402005-12-13T11:11:00.000+01:002006-01-15T17:50:24.330+01:00Miracle of the Hughs<span style="color:#cc0000;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/www.randomimage.us.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span></strong>he feeling love to someone will never grow up nor even just stand still, but it will slowly fade away, unless we keep watering it.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Sometimes the hatred suddenly comes with a great reason or even without any reason at all.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">When we keep the hatred inside then</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">we let the hatred grow, we will set the love down slowly.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">But when we let all the loves and hates collide, we will find that the loves win the battle.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Sometimes the different characters make us hard to understand the one we love. When we feel the anger to the one we love, give him a hug to let the love win.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">To the one I love so much. Alhamdulillah for letting me feel it all.</span></em><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Nice inspirational pic is taken from : <a href="http://www.randomimage.us">www.randomimage.us</a></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1134416266159665072005-12-12T20:04:00.000+01:002005-12-12T20:37:46.190+01:00Light Up Myself<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/candle-f16.jpg"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/candle-f16.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span></strong>he life is always in balance.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">The days are not always so bright.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">But the nights are not always so dark.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">The taste is not always so good, as what I feel is not always good mood.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">A little sugar makes my tea nicer.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">But too much sugar makes it even bitter.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Surrounded by friends is very great. But loneliness is sometimes so sweet.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Right now, as I feel that I am alone, so quiet with a little unidentified sadness in the heart. I have to light up myself. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Do wake all the nice moments up!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Do bring all the biggest smiles back! </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Do sing the love songs out!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Do get back to the happiest moment.... </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Keep lighting up myself will keep me realize that God creates other we love to share the light with.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Loneliness, sadness, I am trying to burn them down by lighting up my self. It makes me much better. <em>Subhanallah. Alhamdulillah.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><em><span style="color:#cc9933;">Thanks to : </span></em><a href="http://www.bigfoto.com"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">www.bigfoto.com</span></em></a><span style="color:#ffff00;"><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"> for the nice inspirational pic.</span></em><br /></span>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1134381545785741642005-12-12T10:46:00.000+01:002005-12-12T11:07:30.143+01:00Somewhere Out There<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/sky-clouds-3wax.jpg"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/sky-clouds-3wax.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></a><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span></strong>omewhere out there</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Beneath the pale moonlight </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Someone's thinking of me </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">And loving me tonight. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Somewhere out there </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Someone's saying a prayer</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Then we'll find one another</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">In that big somewhere out there. </span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">And even though I know how very far apart we are </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">It helps to think we might be wishing </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">On the same bright star</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">And when the night will </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Start to sing a</span></em><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"> lonesome lullaby</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">It helps to think we're sleeping </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Underneath the same big sky. </span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Somewhere out there</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">If love can see us through</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Then, we'll be together</span></em><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>Somewhere out there, out where dreams, come true.</em> </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Sung by James Ingram and Linda Ronstadt, this song helps me a lot to thank God for the beautiful today, in the place where I am. Alhamdulillah.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Thanks to below sources :</span></em><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">the song :</span> </em><a href="http://www.blueyze.com/somewhere.html"><em>http://www.blueyze.com/somewhere.html</em></a><em> </em></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">the picture :</span> </em><a href="http://www.bigfoto.com"><em>www.bigfoto.com</em></a></span>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1134241281801772672005-12-10T19:29:00.000+01:002005-12-20T22:32:06.313+01:00Such a Bright Day with the Sunlight<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/sunshine.jpg"><span style="color:#009900;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/320/sunshine.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#009900;"> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span></strong>his afternoon the weather was so nice. It was a little cold, but I could feel the sunlight. I just stayed home whole day, but I saw the sunlight from my windows. Seeing the trees under the sunlight was such a wonderful thing today!</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Whenever I see the sunlight here....</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I feel like the sunlight's bringing me to the warmth of my hometown, <em>Jogja. </em></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I feel like the sunlight's bringing me to the warmth of my parents' hugs who are living miles away in <em>Jogja</em>. </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I feel like the sunlight's bringing me to the brightness of my niece's eyes, Lala who is starring at me from miles away in <em>Jogja</em>.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I feel like the sunlight's bringing me to the happiness of my sister's laughter, Shanty who is laughing happily with her hubby miles away in <em>Jogja.</em></span><br /><p><span style="color:#009900;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;"><em>Alhamdulillah. </em>Thanks God for giving me such a wonderful moment today. It keeps me feeling so happy and secure. It keeps me always feel the togetherness with the "miles away" ones I love so much. It keeps me also feel the togetherness with the "right here" one I love so much. </span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;">Ya Allah, please always protect us, and all the ones who trust in You. Ameen. </span></p><span style="color:#ff6600;">The very nice pic is taken from : </span><a href="http://www.bigfoto.com"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">www.bigfoto.com</span></em></a>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1134127142307650682005-12-09T12:00:00.000+01:002005-12-09T12:26:47.183+01:00Always Lumpia, Wherever I Am<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/www.tribo.org.2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/320/www.tribo.org.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">L</span></strong>umpia, that's one of my favorite foods. It's easy to cook and it's always delicious...for me, as I cook it myself ;-).</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">It's very easy to cook it. I just need to buy the "ready to use" lumpia wrapper in a Chinese supermarket and then fill it with anything I want, and fry it. Voila!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Last time I fill it with carrot and corn whichI cooked with garlic, pepper, egg, and milk. That was not usual, but still so tasty. Hmmmm.... </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>Delicious pic is taken from : </em></span><a href="http://www.tribo.org"><span style="color:#009900;"><em>www.tribo.org</em></span></a>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1134113906769888602005-12-09T08:26:00.000+01:002005-12-09T08:40:04.443+01:00Aerobic<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/Aero.jpg"><span style="color:#330099;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/Aero.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330099;"> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Y</span></strong>esterday at 6.30 pm I joined my sis in law doing aerobic. She is an aerobic instructur. That was the first time I joined her. Wow! She is a great instructur. I myself...xixixi...not really good at any kind of sport. Just for keeping my body moving.</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">About 20 persons joined that class. I really enjoyed as I also met my lovely niece. We finished at 7.30 pm.</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="color:#330099;">Eventhough I didn't really move so much, because it's quite difficult for me as that was the first time, but I felt fresher! That's nice. Hamdulillah. I hope I can join her class again next time.</span><br /></span>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1133908776686718062005-12-06T23:16:00.000+01:002005-12-09T02:39:39.020+01:00For My Dearest Friend<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/americanbridal_1874_45555926.0.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/americanbridal_1874_45555926.0.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">E</span>ni, eventhough I am not your mama, I want you to enjoy this song and <span style="font-size:180%;">keep being happy</span>, and...listen to "<span style="font-size:180%;">mama</span>" :</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">I need love, love</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">To ease my mind</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">I need to find, find someone to call mine</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">But mama said :</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">You can't hurry love</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">No, you just have to wait</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">She said love don't come easy</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">It's a game of give and take</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">You can't hurry love</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">No, you just have to wait</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">You got to trust, give it time</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">No matter how long it takes</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">But how many heartaches</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Must I stand before I find a love</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">To let me live again</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Right now the only thing</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">That keeps me hangin' on</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">When I feel my strength, yeah</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">It's almost gone</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">I remember mama said:</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">You can't hurry love</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">No, you just have to wait</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">She said love don't come easy</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">It's a game of give and take</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">How long must I wait</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">How much more can I take</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Before loneliness will cause my heart</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Heart to break?</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">No I can't bear to live my life alone</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">I grow impatient for a love to call my own</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">But when I feel that I, </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">I can't go on</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">These precious words keeps me hangin' on</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">I remember mama said:</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">You can't hurry love</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">No, you just have to wait</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">She said love don't come easy</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">It's a game of give and take</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">You can't hurry love</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">No, you just have to wait</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">She said trust, give it time</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">No matter how long it takes</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Gotta wait!</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">No, love, love, don't come easy</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">But I keep on waiting</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Anticipating for that soft voice</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">To talk to me at night</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">For some tender arms</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">To hold me tight</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">I keep waiting</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">I keep on waiting</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">But it ain't easy</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">It ain't easy</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">But mama said:</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">You can't hurry love</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">No, you just have to wait</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">She said to trust, give it time</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">No matter how long it takes</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">You can't hurry love</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">No, you just have to wait</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">She said love don't come easy</span></em><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>It's a game of give and take </em><br /><br /><br />So nice and encouraging, right? Sung by Diana Ross, and now I dedicate it to you as my feeling love you, my friend, my sister!!!! You just have to wait, ya.... ;-) I want to see you <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">HAPPY!</span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1133848663559947112005-12-06T06:20:00.000+01:002005-12-06T07:02:12.480+01:00Hanging Out to IKEA<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/IKEA1.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/IKEA1.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/logo92x33.gif"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/320/logo92x33.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span></strong>his is not a kind of advertorial or something ;-)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">But I just want to share a nice moment visiting IKEA yesterday with my sister in law and her friend. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">It is located on Weiveldln 29 1930 Brussels, a wide area out of town. It is a little quiet, makes it more enjoyable.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">But then when getting inside, we can meet so many people looking for their needs from anything about kitchen to anything about bathroom. Shortly I can tell you that we can find anything about home over there. This is the place where every woman's daily dream comes from...xixixix!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Before looking around, we enjoyed lunch and a cup of coffee at the restaurant inside it. The view is so nice. Together with friends, doing a little chat while enjoying snacks and coffee...mmm...possibly it is one of the things in every woman's daily dream, too...xixixix!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">After making a little chat and enjoying a little "BIG" lunch and coffee, then we looked around together. I myself didn't plan to buy anything...nothing to make it happened...not enough €s in my wallet...xixixi! Alhamdulillah I am also not a real shopper anyway...,I meant not always ;-). So, I just looking around for getting an inspiration. Hope one day can be a wise and rational shopper by bringing enough €s ;-).</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Finished. Then she drove me to my parents in law's home. Nice to meet them, it made my day so much nicer. Alhamdulillah. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19566483.post-1133707537479485562005-12-04T15:22:00.000+01:002005-12-08T02:39:16.663+01:00My First Winter<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/1600/winter.2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/725/1939/400/winter.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#330099;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span></strong>his coming winter will be the first for me. It's getting colder and colder now. </span><span style="color:#330099;">It's now 1°C outside and no sunshine. The nights are longer than the days. The sun sets at about 4.45 pm here in Brussel. It is nice when we want to do "<em>puasa Senin-Kamis</em>" hihihi.</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">The degrees do not make people here stop doing their activities. Many people still catch the bus, including me. We wear winter coats and gloves. Using a scarf will be also very helpful. Last time I put a little "<em>balsem cap lang</em>" on my hands, but it made me get more frozen!!! Hahaha!</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">Slowly by slowly I get the feeling love for the weather and view. First because I have to, second because I have no other choice, third because this is the best thing God gives me. Welcome my first winter, please be a little warmer...;-)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">The nice pic is taken from :</span> <a href="http://www.bigfoto.com">www.bigfoto.com</a></em>myrnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462019789793705601noreply@blogger.com3