"Every time you have a dream, hope, wish, or anything you seek, put it here. not sticking on your forehead. left it floating,,,
hanging,,,
5 centimeter, right in front of your forehead."
"so that it wont leave your eyesight. and you will bring your dreams and hopes every day, you will see it everyday, you will believe you will have it everyday
everyday, and eveyday."
"whatever the obstacles may be, say this to yourself, that you believe in your dreams and you wont give in, that you will always stand again every time you fall, that you will seek for it until your hand reach it. whatever it is. let your dreams hanging 5 centimeter in front of you. and what you need to do is only ..."
only step further than usual, swing your hang further than usual, see the sky up there more, your “Cuma kaki yang akan berjalan lebih jauh dari biasanya, tangan yang akan berbuat lebih banyak dari biasanya, leher yang lebih sering melihat ke atas, make a stronger will, stronger than the rock and steel, and a heart that struggle for it harder that usual, with a mouth which will always pray.
“And you will be known as someone who still have his dream, his belief, his hope, not only a stack of meat that only have a name. you will be known as a man who believe in the power of dream and will run for it, not just a daydreamer, not just a worthless ordinary people who lost their purpose of life, flowing through the wind and beaten by the world, but someone who always believe in the miracle of dream and strong will and the magic of human faith that wont be able to be counted. and you wont need a single evidence to know whether they will be reality or not in the future because what you need to do to make them real is only believe they will.”
“believe them 5cm… in front of your forehead.”
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Tuesday, 27 July 2010
5 cm (bahasa indonesia)
5cm.
“Setiap kamu punya mimpi, cita-cita, keinginan, apapun yang kamu mau kejar, taruh dia di sini, jangan menempel di kening, biarkan dia,menggantung…
mengambang..
5 centimeter, di depan kening kamu.”
“Jadi dia nggak akan pernah lepas dari mata kamu. Dan kamu bawa mimpi dan keyakinanmu itu setiap hari, kamu lihat setiap hari, dan percaya bahwa kamu bisa. Apapun hambatannya, bilang sama diri kamu sendiri, kalo kamu percaya sama keinginanmu itu dan kamu nggak bisa menyerah. Bahwa kamu akan berdiri lgai setiap kamu jatuh, bahwa kamu akan mengejarnya sampai dapat, apapun itu, segala keinginan, mimpi, cita-cita, keyakinan diri. Biarkan keyakinanmu mengambang 5 centimeter menggantung mengambang di depan kening kamu. Dan yang kamu perlu cuma…”
“Cuma kaki yang akan berjalan lebih jauh dari biasanya, tangan yang akan berbuat lebih banyak dari biasanya, leher yang lebih sering melihat ke atas, lapisan tekad yang lebih keras dari baja, dan hati yang akan bekerja lebih keras daripada biasanya, serta mulut yang akan selalu berdoa.
“Dan kamu akan dikenang sebagai orang yang masih punya mimpi dan keyakinan, bukan cuma seonggok daging yang hanya punya nama. Kamu akan dikenang sebagai orang yang percayapada kekuatan mimpi dan mengejarnya, bukan seorang pemimpi saja, bukan orang biasa-biasa tanpa tujuan, mengikuti arus dan kalah oleh keadaan. Tapi, seseorang yang selalu percaya akan keajaiban mimpi dan cita-cita, dan keajaiban keyakinan manusia yang tak terkaklkulasikan dengan angka berapa pun… Dan kamu nggak perlu bukti apakah mimpi-mimpi itu akan terwujud nantinya karena kamu hanya harus mempercayainya.”
“Percaya 5cm… di depan kening kamu.”
*taken from this is alfri, a nice monologue to read. see English version next post.
Saturday, 24 July 2010
Dare to Do a Handstand
I've realized something important in this world .
something that you need to do in order to get something. it is:
Now I try to break the first wall. I try to do a handstand. what's the point of it? don't ask. It's better that I try than someone who mock but too afraid to try. here is some review (sorry, no photos. Never think it'd work on me)
1st good work : cant get my feet up but can swing them, at least. fear of falling attacked.
2nd good work: made up my mind not to think about falling. and at last my feet touched the wall (I practiced facing my back to the wall)
3rd good work: can do a handstand 2 seconds without wall and 5 seconds with it.
wait for the best part! I'll try my best. :)
something that you need to do in order to get something. it is:
"beat your fear by facing and challenging it, a hundred failures but ends with winning is better than hiding away"that's right. I do feel that sometimes I don't get any better from time to time just because I think too shallow. I'm afraid. yeah, like "It's too dangerous" or "what's the point of doing that?". And it is me who realize the most how useless and meaningless the reasons are. I'm just too coward.
Now I try to break the first wall. I try to do a handstand. what's the point of it? don't ask. It's better that I try than someone who mock but too afraid to try. here is some review (sorry, no photos. Never think it'd work on me)
1st good work : cant get my feet up but can swing them, at least. fear of falling attacked.
2nd good work: made up my mind not to think about falling. and at last my feet touched the wall (I practiced facing my back to the wall)
3rd good work: can do a handstand 2 seconds without wall and 5 seconds with it.
wait for the best part! I'll try my best. :)
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
Story III : A Woman Who Wake Up Before Day
This is also the story from last Monday after World Cup Finale.
I decided to make it as a artistic narration, because this story meant so much to me.
please think the same as me if you please
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it was a dark, cold night in city of sleepers
well every night seems so
that no shine is seen except the lamp pole
that the sky is to weak to fight the light of buildings and skyscrapers
just think it as an ordinary night with nothing to have
nothing to see
nothing to feel
like the existence of torch in highway
we were driving
yeah, it was a special night that the world celebrated
you can feel the warmth, the excitements, the spirit
in that road where everybody was shouting the name of glory
with two eyes hardly believe that they were still opened, no believe
the view was dim yellow, absolute darkness in corners
I love the view of night because you can see some stars if you are lucky
and the desolation is always a prize
no screams, no horns, no smoke, no dazzling lights
everything is calm with nobody in post
driving in night sometimes boring
and I felt that
while my dad drove, I saw the view
like I said before, nothing was interesting
I almost lost myself to yawn
almost, until I saw it
I saw someone, an awaken one
but no spirit of glory
no thought of entertainments
she didn't show what other people felt that time
she didn't use high heels
she didn't use white, scrappy gawn
she only use a cap, gloves and boots, worn out yellow uniform, and Jilbab
on her hands were broomstick and dust collector
she moved very, very slow
with trembling hands she moves her broomstick
it seems like her hands and feet was too tired
in her gesture came up an image of someone who has struggled so hard in this world
struggled so hard, and so long
just to survive
no one stood beside her, no one
she was alone, sweeping the road
so slow, sign of oldness
I never thought there is someone like her
wake up so even though she is so old
with every power drops she has left, she works everyday
only sweeping? you don't know anything
she wake up when everybody sleeps
she starts her work without anybody
she alone wipe off the road, with no one helping her
she starts first, end last
everything is only for surviving!!
why is someone like her destined to severe such a suffering life?
why me? why me? she would have thought
albeit I can't see her face, I understand her life a lot
a really though one, a life that people wont want to have
I cant do anything to her, I don't have anything
everything is not my possession, it is my parents
I realize that, how foolish I am, thinking that the world's so boring
while out there someone is putting the life on just to survive
really, I'm so stupid
why am I wasting money I don't even struggle to get for fun?
why do I hate to eat something good enough?
why am I lazy to do something that is too light compared to what they do everyday?
why? why? WHY AM I SO STUPID?
then a tear came out from my eye
I can't believe it
I feel pity to it
I don't know, I really don't know what to say ...
I decided to make it as a artistic narration, because this story meant so much to me.
please think the same as me if you please
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it was a dark, cold night in city of sleepers
well every night seems so
that no shine is seen except the lamp pole
that the sky is to weak to fight the light of buildings and skyscrapers
just think it as an ordinary night with nothing to have
nothing to see
nothing to feel
like the existence of torch in highway
we were driving
yeah, it was a special night that the world celebrated
you can feel the warmth, the excitements, the spirit
in that road where everybody was shouting the name of glory
with two eyes hardly believe that they were still opened, no believe
the view was dim yellow, absolute darkness in corners
I love the view of night because you can see some stars if you are lucky
and the desolation is always a prize
no screams, no horns, no smoke, no dazzling lights
everything is calm with nobody in post
driving in night sometimes boring
and I felt that
while my dad drove, I saw the view
like I said before, nothing was interesting
I almost lost myself to yawn
almost, until I saw it
I saw someone, an awaken one
but no spirit of glory
no thought of entertainments
she didn't show what other people felt that time
she didn't use high heels
she didn't use white, scrappy gawn
she only use a cap, gloves and boots, worn out yellow uniform, and Jilbab
on her hands were broomstick and dust collector
she moved very, very slow
with trembling hands she moves her broomstick
it seems like her hands and feet was too tired
in her gesture came up an image of someone who has struggled so hard in this world
struggled so hard, and so long
just to survive
no one stood beside her, no one
she was alone, sweeping the road
so slow, sign of oldness
I never thought there is someone like her
wake up so even though she is so old
with every power drops she has left, she works everyday
only sweeping? you don't know anything
she wake up when everybody sleeps
she starts her work without anybody
she alone wipe off the road, with no one helping her
she starts first, end last
everything is only for surviving!!
why is someone like her destined to severe such a suffering life?
why me? why me? she would have thought
albeit I can't see her face, I understand her life a lot
a really though one, a life that people wont want to have
I cant do anything to her, I don't have anything
everything is not my possession, it is my parents
I realize that, how foolish I am, thinking that the world's so boring
while out there someone is putting the life on just to survive
really, I'm so stupid
why am I wasting money I don't even struggle to get for fun?
why do I hate to eat something good enough?
why am I lazy to do something that is too light compared to what they do everyday?
why? why? WHY AM I SO STUPID?
then a tear came out from my eye
I can't believe it
I feel pity to it
I don't know, I really don't know what to say ...
God, please give her blessings in world and heaven, I know You are The AlMighty. I know you can do anything. please, bless this prayer, Allah. Amin.
Monday, 12 July 2010
Story II : I Hope My Dream Come True (Dream in Real Meaning)
I had a strange dream, but I really love it. It makes me so happy and energetic.
What on earth the kinda dream is that?
Well if I take a corresponding word to describe it, maybe it’s gonna be Love. But not really like love.
Anxious? Well then I’ll tell the story now :)
Actually I had this dream 2 days ago, but I was so surprised that my dream repeated this morning after World Cup Finale (yeah, I know I didn’t say dreams. Bloody grammar). It’s not precisely repeated, but it’s kinda similar. Both of them made me so surprised when I woke up that I still remember it untill now.
The first dream took place on my head (of course, you retard). I don’t really understand the circumstances nor the environment in my dream, but I remember that I met my friends in junior high school (I was in Depok, not Palembang. You can see the details in Google Map. Maybe I’ll add it in “about me”). But not so high school situation, I didn’t see any of my close friends in detail. What I remember is only that there were so many people in a garden that chattered with each other while I was standing, searching for someone I didn’t even know, maybe try to find someone I knew.
So I was a bit confused that time when suddenly someone pulled my left arm. I was surprised (who wouldn’t?) but then it was even more surprising when I see the one who pull me. It was my friend, my close pal, a girl whom I loved then and now. her last name is Yaldar (this is also a secret between us okay? ;) ). She didn’t say a thing, she just keep pulling my arm and I followed her. Running along the way, she ask some things I don’t remember. Maybe some usual conversation, how’r you, you look different, say something, usual mock, or anything. I really don’t remember. After that, I forgot. Then I woke up.
It’s weird isn’t it? Yeah, I know. It was just a short dream, but the thing that makes me happy that I can meet her again even just for dream. I don’t know if this is called love or what because I ‘ve tried my best not to give something she’ll regret again, but I’m kinda happy to notice that she’s came to my dream. :)
The second dream happened in the morning. Well as I said before I watched World Cup Finale and I didn’t sleep until 4 and a half. So I waited until half to 6 because I must do Shalat ( I’m a moslem and I’m proud of it! Every sheeps should follow me. :P). Then I sleep.
In my dream, I met my friend, also a girl, who has been my classmate from 2 years ago (I shouldn’t say the name, maybe she’ll read it), one of the bests, in a place I also don’t remember. It was like a usual room, maybe a class or restaurant or ship dock. Then I saw her and talk to her (this part is a bit clouded) that I don’t remember too. Then I went away, met her again and talk again, I think it’s about book. Then I read a book, I thought ‘where is she?’, then I face the right side (she was in front of me before) and BAMM I was REALLY surprised that her face was right beside me and my cheek accidentally met her cheek. And it happened a bit long than usual (you know, when you accidentally touch someone you’ll definitely throw yourself off right?). then when I pulled myself out, she lean on the chair (or wall, anything that shaped like backlaid) and lean a bit on me. I know it was only a dream, but undoubtedly my heart beat hard and fast! I don’t know why... really that part was really weird and shocking. Then my dream faded and I woke up at 9. And those were REALLY strange.
What’s similar? First, at that time I can feel my heart speeded up. Second, I feel a bit happy when I remember them. Third, the 2 girls i’m talking about used to have some feeling to me (especially the first one, I really cant forget her). Fourth, they are really in a WEIRD condition. Unexplainable, but sweet. At some rate I wish my dream came true (hey it’s just a dream, I’m not a pervert!). Well, just hope. :)
Any comment, opinion, or advice? (or maybe prediction of the meaning. I REALLY NEED THAT!!)
Feel free to write at the comment box. :)
So just pray me luck, okay friend? Yea, thank you for reading. Hail ewe.
P.S. : I’m not a girl! I’m just a boy who has a last name EWE
What on earth the kinda dream is that?
Well if I take a corresponding word to describe it, maybe it’s gonna be Love. But not really like love.
Anxious? Well then I’ll tell the story now :)
Actually I had this dream 2 days ago, but I was so surprised that my dream repeated this morning after World Cup Finale (yeah, I know I didn’t say dreams. Bloody grammar). It’s not precisely repeated, but it’s kinda similar. Both of them made me so surprised when I woke up that I still remember it untill now.
The first dream took place on my head (of course, you retard). I don’t really understand the circumstances nor the environment in my dream, but I remember that I met my friends in junior high school (I was in Depok, not Palembang. You can see the details in Google Map. Maybe I’ll add it in “about me”). But not so high school situation, I didn’t see any of my close friends in detail. What I remember is only that there were so many people in a garden that chattered with each other while I was standing, searching for someone I didn’t even know, maybe try to find someone I knew.
So I was a bit confused that time when suddenly someone pulled my left arm. I was surprised (who wouldn’t?) but then it was even more surprising when I see the one who pull me. It was my friend, my close pal, a girl whom I loved then and now. her last name is Yaldar (this is also a secret between us okay? ;) ). She didn’t say a thing, she just keep pulling my arm and I followed her. Running along the way, she ask some things I don’t remember. Maybe some usual conversation, how’r you, you look different, say something, usual mock, or anything. I really don’t remember. After that, I forgot. Then I woke up.
It’s weird isn’t it? Yeah, I know. It was just a short dream, but the thing that makes me happy that I can meet her again even just for dream. I don’t know if this is called love or what because I ‘ve tried my best not to give something she’ll regret again, but I’m kinda happy to notice that she’s came to my dream. :)
The second dream happened in the morning. Well as I said before I watched World Cup Finale and I didn’t sleep until 4 and a half. So I waited until half to 6 because I must do Shalat ( I’m a moslem and I’m proud of it! Every sheeps should follow me. :P). Then I sleep.
In my dream, I met my friend, also a girl, who has been my classmate from 2 years ago (I shouldn’t say the name, maybe she’ll read it), one of the bests, in a place I also don’t remember. It was like a usual room, maybe a class or restaurant or ship dock. Then I saw her and talk to her (this part is a bit clouded) that I don’t remember too. Then I went away, met her again and talk again, I think it’s about book. Then I read a book, I thought ‘where is she?’, then I face the right side (she was in front of me before) and BAMM I was REALLY surprised that her face was right beside me and my cheek accidentally met her cheek. And it happened a bit long than usual (you know, when you accidentally touch someone you’ll definitely throw yourself off right?). then when I pulled myself out, she lean on the chair (or wall, anything that shaped like backlaid) and lean a bit on me. I know it was only a dream, but undoubtedly my heart beat hard and fast! I don’t know why... really that part was really weird and shocking. Then my dream faded and I woke up at 9. And those were REALLY strange.
What’s similar? First, at that time I can feel my heart speeded up. Second, I feel a bit happy when I remember them. Third, the 2 girls i’m talking about used to have some feeling to me (especially the first one, I really cant forget her). Fourth, they are really in a WEIRD condition. Unexplainable, but sweet. At some rate I wish my dream came true (hey it’s just a dream, I’m not a pervert!). Well, just hope. :)
Any comment, opinion, or advice? (or maybe prediction of the meaning. I REALLY NEED THAT!!)
Feel free to write at the comment box. :)
So just pray me luck, okay friend? Yea, thank you for reading. Hail ewe.
P.S. : I’m not a girl! I’m just a boy who has a last name EWE
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