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"Kenapa sih, ada banyak orang yang pinter banget?" ujarku, merengut. Aku merasa bodoh sekali. "Yang penting itu sifat. 2% dari seluruh umat manusia punya IQ di atas 140 loh kak, jadi setiap 50 orang ada 1 (atau 2, aku agak lupa). Jadi yang hebat kepintarannya itu banyak, tapi yang ngebedain itu karakter. " - Ibu I promise you, Mom, I'll try as hard as I can to make you proud. Thank you for all your support, your wise words... your expressions of love to me. I don't know what I would do without you here, beside me. I know you're tired of hearing me complaining every time, about how hard life is, how I'm tired of keep failing, how I feel under pressure and I just can't bear it anymore.... Well, my heaviest pressure is, actually, I can't see you being disappointed with me; in this case, my progress at school. I pray and pray everyday, to be better at school so that I won't see sadness in your face; yours, and Dad's. I never want t

I used to think winning or achieving something is everything. I used to break into pieces when I fail... be broken a lot and cry a lot, too. ... ... No, I still do feel that way. I'm trying not to... but it's really hard, I have to admit. My way of thinking has changed, though. It will never be the same again, inshaallah. Winning isn't the same with being recognized by others; either because of your intelligence, your achievements, etc. Winning is when you're brave enough to take a step further from where you already are, not afraid of the consequences that'll follow even though you don't have any clue about it... in my opinion, winning is the bravery to be a step ahead. The result? I guess it's not really important... well, in some way it does, it really does. But even if you're failing, you'll learn something: what to do and what not to do. And what's more important than a lesson?

teruntuk Maharani Devira Pramita . Seorang anak kecil berpakaian lusuh Berwajah serius di antara serakan-serakan kertas beraneka warna Wajahnya penuh debu, memang, namun pancaran dan sorot matanya yang berbinar, tidak sekalipun dapat disembunyikan realita; nasibnya yang terlihat pahit. Semua orang memandangnya dengan bingung, salah seorang bahkan memarahinya, karena betapa tidak pentingnya perilakunya... betapa tidak mengubah nasib, ujar orang itu. Namun anak itu bergeming, peluhnya ia usap dengan kain yang membaluti tubuhnya Ia tetap bermain dengan kertas-kertas itu sampai jadilah satu yang terlihat bentuknya, perahu... perahu kertas. Segera ia raih pulpen yang ia ambil diam-diam dari teman sebangkunya yang tinggal di rumah mentereng dan ia tulis sebuah pesan rahasia, dengan takut-takut; khawatir akan ada yang tahu. Aku akan punya perahu s eperti ini , saat aku besar nanti . Maka berlarilah ia, menuju sumber air terdekat Dan perahu kertas itu pun melaju mengikut

Anggaplah aku burung pipit; burung pipit kecilmu. Dan hari itu, kamu biarkan aku melaju dengan kepakan-kepakan sayapku yang dulu aku tidak mampu gerakkan, tanpa bimbinganmu di sisiku. Anggaplah aku burung pipit; burung pipit kecilmu. Hari itu, kamu lepaskan aku dari sangkar kamu biarkan aku merasakan dunia bagaimana udara membuat menggigil hujan merintik membasahi pipi dan meresapi warna-warna dunia, yang begitu cerah, begitu indah. Aku berterima kasih padamu, untuk semua yang telah kamu perbuat untukku. Aku tidak mau lagi kamu menanggungku, dengan bebanmu yang sudah berat seperti itu. Jadi biarkanlah aku berlalu dengan waktu Namun, jangan sekali-kali melupakan yang dulu pernah ada. Karena itu akan menjadi sebuah pengalaman, yang membawa kita melangkah terus ke depannya. Aku tahu itu, kali ini aku tahu. -------------------------------------- untuk canda tawa karena teh serai , hampir dua tahun lalu.

Sometimes it's not the fact that you have everything that makes you smile happily. Sometimes, it happens when you know you have nothing. You will know how your family and your friends want you to smile again, what they would do to make that happens. You will also know how God loves you. How He, as our Creator, makes you see the world the way you never did before. How He loves us that He gives us guidance to be better and better every day, to achieve what we would like to achieve... to be grateful on every situation. I'd like us to think this way. It's hard, I know. But when we do, our life will never seem so hard again. Will it? ------------------------------- Fabiayyi aalaa irabbikumaa tukadzdzibaan. (Q. S. Ar-Rahmaan 55)

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you? When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you? Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie? If what we had was real, how could you be fine? 'Cause I'm not fine at all I remember the day you told me you were leaving I remember the make-up running down your face And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them Like every single wish we ever made I wish that I could wake up with amnesia And forget about the stupid little things Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you And the memories I never can escape 'Cause I'm not fine at all The pictures that you sent me they're still living in my phone I'll admit I like to see them, I'll admit I feel alone And