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Mother

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Mother...

I used to think that you are too strict to me. You are often mad at me. You always thought of me as careless kid. Still, I can not hate you. Especially, when my religion says that I need to respect my parents, especially my mother. I also thought that you were too hard-headed (or block-headed?), like my self. Of course I inherit that personality, because both of my parents are hard-headed. But, I still respect you.

Then, I knew that you seldom bought things for your own because you always think about me. You concern about my future, about my wedding ceremony (later...), about my life which often distract your good-night-sleep. Moreover, my brother had to tell a lot of things just to encourage you to buy somethings for yourself.

I just realized that it is so nice of you, Mother, to worry and think of meabove yours. I also regret now when I remember those times I made you cry and hurt your feeling. I take back all my bad words of you, Mother.

I love you...

Cirebon, August 4th 2007.


If only today were mother day, then I would present this writing for you.

Written by Eka Afrina

August 4th, 2007 at 3:28 am

Posted in contemplation,life

Mother

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Mother...

I used to think that you are too strict to me. You are often mad at me. You always thought of me as careless kid. Still, I can not hate you. Especially, when my religion says that I need to respect my parents, especially my mother. I also thought that you were too hard-headed (or block-headed?), like my self. Of course I inherit that personality, because both of my parents are hard-headed. But, I still respect you.

Then, I knew that you seldom bought things for your own because you always think about me. You concern about my future, about my wedding ceremony (later...), about my life which often distract your good-night-sleep. Moreover, my brother had to tell a lot of things just to encourage you to buy somethings for yourself.

I just realized that it is so nice of you, Mother, to worry and think of meabove yours. I also regret now when I remember those times I made you cry and hurt your feeling. I take back all my bad words of you, Mother.

I love you...

Cirebon, August 4th 2007.


If only today were mother day, then I would present this writing for you.

Written by mridwana

August 4th, 2007 at 3:28 am

Posted in contemplation,life

Home Sweet Home

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At last....after two years (In fact, only 1 year 11 months) in Aachen, I came home. Now, I surfed internet using my father's computer and internet connection ^^. Wow, I just realized that there's been a lot of changes to my home town and also my house. Still, I really love them.

I remember that one time, I accompanied three of my best friends in Aachen (Ija, Indra n Jafir) I thought who would accompany me later when I would fly back to Indonesia. Would I be alone? or would there be other friends to accompany me? I also remember that my friend, Astrid, told me that if I could not be accompanied by them, I could still ask them to pick me up. Hehe, nice one

However, bad thought did not happened. When I was going to go to Frankfurt flughafen (flughafen = airport), I was accompanied by many people, even though they accompanied only till Koeln. I was really happy and touched, since I've never known that it would not be happened. I really appreciate of what they did.

Even when I reached Jakarta, I also encountered another surprise. Not only all of my family are there to pick me up, but also some of my best friends. They came even though they knew that I would be picked up by my family. Thanks a lot guys and girls.

Thank you my friends.....

PS: if you found out that I rarely updated my blog in August 2007, you knew right away why I do that right? ^_^ I am on holiday....


Cirebon, August 4th 2007


at 3 am in the morning, remembering you:
all my friends...Ai, Inov, Ilma-Widya-Naura, Ankandri, Astrid, Newin, Agus, Ija, Jafir, Irfa, Tammy, of course you too my best friend, Willy.
and of course, my family....

Written by Eka Afrina

August 4th, 2007 at 3:13 am

Home Sweet Home

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At last....after two years (In fact, only 1 year 11 months) in Aachen, I came home. Now, I surfed internet using my father's computer and internet connection ^^. Wow, I just realized that there's been a lot of changes to my home town and also my house. Still, I really love them.

I remember that one time, I accompanied three of my best friends in Aachen (Ija, Indra n Jafir) I thought who would accompany me later when I would fly back to Indonesia. Would I be alone? or would there be other friends to accompany me? I also remember that my friend, Astrid, told me that if I could not be accompanied by them, I could still ask them to pick me up. Hehe, nice one

However, bad thought did not happened. When I was going to go to Frankfurt flughafen (flughafen = airport), I was accompanied by many people, even though they accompanied only till Koeln. I was really happy and touched, since I've never known that it would not be happened. I really appreciate of what they did.

Even when I reached Jakarta, I also encountered another surprise. Not only all of my family are there to pick me up, but also some of my best friends. They came even though they knew that I would be picked up by my family. Thanks a lot guys and girls.

Thank you my friends.....

PS: if you found out that I rarely updated my blog in August 2007, you knew right away why I do that right? ^_^ I am on holiday....


Cirebon, August 4th 2007


at 3 am in the morning, remembering you:
all my friends...Ai, Inov, Ilma-Widya-Naura, Ankandri, Astrid, Newin, Agus, Ija, Jafir, Irfa, Tammy, of course you too my best friend, Willy.
and of course, my family....

Written by mridwana

August 4th, 2007 at 3:13 am

Take initiative

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Sometimes I think that there exists people who in my life I consider as weird ones. One example of them is a person who always blames others.

In my opinion, these people are weird. I think that all people are responsible for their own actions and for their own decisions they took. So it is an absurd thing, weird, nonsense and outrageous if someone blames the others for anything he/she did (or did not do).

The easiest case I encounter and see with my own eyes is my self, used to be. Once, my informatics friends (Informatics ITB 99) planed to camp in Manglayang (a camping base near sumedang-bandung, Indonesia). Hearing the news, I gave no cares and only thought "Camping is boring. It only brings pain to my feet and no great experiences can be achieved by doing it.". However, I was wrong.

Based of my participants' story, they experienced some hearth-throbbing adventures, between life-and-death to be exact. Hearing the stories, the first thing I thought is "Damnit! Why did they not ask me to join them? I'd like to obtain those kinds of adventures and experiences.". Weird, huh! I think that my thought that time is really weird. Just think, did I really want to experience such horrible adventures? Did I really have the guts to face them?

I think, if I have the chance to experience them, at that time I will blame everyone who've asked me to join the expedition. So, in whichever condition (join or not join the expedition), I would still blame others. If I joined and faced the situation, I would blame the inisiators. If I rejected (and I did) then I heard the stories, I would blame the one who asked me to join but not asked me more forcefully. Huheueuhe

Anyway, after some contemplation, I realized that basically the one to be blamed is my self. When the invitation is received, rather than actively pursued the detail information and registered, I only waited to be asked (like an important person ^^). I have no initiatives to actively participate. So, if I missed an important and heart-throbbing once in a lifetime moment, that was my own mistake. I had no rights to blame others.

In one of important event in my life, SIAWARE 5, I realized that everything in life is a choice. To be success (with any kind of definition of success or whether Allah SWT grants it) is a choice. To become a failure in life, on the other hand, is also a choice. If I want to become a fluent writer but don't have initiative or want to allocate time to learn writings, that is my own mistake. If I want to become good orator but too timid and passive to learn to elaborate ideas, thats also my own mistake. If I took a hard,difficult thesis topic and not diligently study and do heartfully, of course it's my own mistake.

Then, if I heard a similar story, which reminds me of my old self case, I will say "Take initiatives, please!!!!"

Written by Eka Afrina

July 28th, 2007 at 1:51 am

Posted in contemplation,life

Take initiative

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Sometimes I think that there exists people who in my life I consider as weird ones. One example of them is a person who always blames others.

In my opinion, these people are weird. I think that all people are responsible for their own actions and for their own decisions they took. So it is an absurd thing, weird, nonsense and outrageous if someone blames the others for anything he/she did (or did not do).

The easiest case I encounter and see with my own eyes is my self, used to be. Once, my informatics friends (Informatics ITB 99) planed to camp in Manglayang (a camping base near sumedang-bandung, Indonesia). Hearing the news, I gave no cares and only thought "Camping is boring. It only brings pain to my feet and no great experiences can be achieved by doing it.". However, I was wrong.

Based of my participants' story, they experienced some hearth-throbbing adventures, between life-and-death to be exact. Hearing the stories, the first thing I thought is "Damnit! Why did they not ask me to join them? I'd like to obtain those kinds of adventures and experiences.". Weird, huh! I think that my thought that time is really weird. Just think, did I really want to experience such horrible adventures? Did I really have the guts to face them?

I think, if I have the chance to experience them, at that time I will blame everyone who've asked me to join the expedition. So, in whichever condition (join or not join the expedition), I would still blame others. If I joined and faced the situation, I would blame the inisiators. If I rejected (and I did) then I heard the stories, I would blame the one who asked me to join but not asked me more forcefully. Huheueuhe

Anyway, after some contemplation, I realized that basically the one to be blamed is my self. When the invitation is received, rather than actively pursued the detail information and registered, I only waited to be asked (like an important person ^^). I have no initiatives to actively participate. So, if I missed an important and heart-throbbing once in a lifetime moment, that was my own mistake. I had no rights to blame others.

In one of important event in my life, SIAWARE 5, I realized that everything in life is a choice. To be success (with any kind of definition of success or whether Allah SWT grants it) is a choice. To become a failure in life, on the other hand, is also a choice. If I want to become a fluent writer but don't have initiative or want to allocate time to learn writings, that is my own mistake. If I want to become good orator but too timid and passive to learn to elaborate ideas, thats also my own mistake. If I took a hard,difficult thesis topic and not diligently study and do heartfully, of course it's my own mistake.

Then, if I heard a similar story, which reminds me of my old self case, I will say "Take initiatives, please!!!!"

Written by mridwana

July 28th, 2007 at 1:51 am

Posted in contemplation,life

Live adequately

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This posting is about how I feel about my life. Please do not misunderstand me. I do not like to brag about my condition, especially when there are others with much more welfare and leisure than what I have. It is just how I feel.

Lately, I become more and more concern about how will I live (= earn money) after I knew that my money would only cover till the end of this year. Yup might be only until december 2007, if I do not get any money from any part time job. I was confused how to deal with it. Since my thesis-proposal seminar is postponed until September, perhaps, maybe worse then I at least need to support my own living here in Aachen till March 2008. I also consider whether I can become a successful man someday. I can't say that for sure. I just pray for the best things in this- and, of course, next-world.

Suddenly, a thought struck into my mind. How many times do I think I were finished? How many times do I think I could not move again? How many times do I think I've failed? Wew, I could only mention several, but maybe much more than that. So, how could I go through all of them? I think there are many times when suddenly "an invisible hand" come and help me. Is it the same as promised in Al Quran that Allah will help the one who need the help most? OK, I realized I am not a perfect muslim. I did a lot of mistakes, moreover sins. But, still I got helps from directions or people I've never imagined...Alhamdulillaahi robbil 'aalamiin.

Up until now, I think I've never really undergone run-out-of-money problem. Even though I almost have no money and no job also, suddenly my parents provide me with quite fair sum of it. I dont know whether it's because God has not given His "no-money-at-all trial" to me or it is His respond to my deed (sorry, it is confidential..by the way what is "ibadah" in English?).

As a matter of fact, I believe that, perhaps, God deliver His "rizki" and "barokah" through many ways. And currently, one of His way is through my parents. I dont know whether my thought is right or wrong. I just want to believe it. I just realize that I've been living adequately up till now. Adequately? Naaahhh, I dont think so. Allah has provide me with anything to my fullest. It is not "live adequately", but "live heartfully".

Aachen, July 10, 2007

While waiting for

Written by Eka Afrina

July 11th, 2007 at 4:19 am

Live adequately

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This posting is about how I feel about my life. Please do not misunderstand me. I do not like to brag about my condition, especially when there are others with much more welfare and leisure than what I have. It is just how I feel.

Lately, I become more and more concern about how will I live (= earn money) after I knew that my money would only cover till the end of this year. Yup might be only until december 2007, if I do not get any money from any part time job. I was confused how to deal with it. Since my thesis-proposal seminar is postponed until September, perhaps, maybe worse then I at least need to support my own living here in Aachen till March 2008. I also consider whether I can become a successful man someday. I can't say that for sure. I just pray for the best things in this- and, of course, next-world.

Suddenly, a thought struck into my mind. How many times do I think I were finished? How many times do I think I could not move again? How many times do I think I've failed? Wew, I could only mention several, but maybe much more than that. So, how could I go through all of them? I think there are many times when suddenly "an invisible hand" come and help me. Is it the same as promised in Al Quran that Allah will help the one who need the help most? OK, I realized I am not a perfect muslim. I did a lot of mistakes, moreover sins. But, still I got helps from directions or people I've never imagined...Alhamdulillaahi robbil 'aalamiin.

Up until now, I think I've never really undergone run-out-of-money problem. Even though I almost have no money and no job also, suddenly my parents provide me with quite fair sum of it. I dont know whether it's because God has not given His "no-money-at-all trial" to me or it is His respond to my deed (sorry, it is confidential..by the way what is "ibadah" in English?).

As a matter of fact, I believe that, perhaps, God deliver His "rizki" and "barokah" through many ways. And currently, one of His way is through my parents. I dont know whether my thought is right or wrong. I just want to believe it. I just realize that I've been living adequately up till now. Adequately? Naaahhh, I dont think so. Allah has provide me with anything to my fullest. It is not "live adequately", but "live heartfully".

Aachen, July 10, 2007

While waiting for

Written by mridwana

July 11th, 2007 at 4:19 am