A Piece of Life

This is the funny thing that I found in mosque. It’s about me.

                I was in the last raka’at of witir. Two little girls were talking about people in front of them, including me. I had stood exactly straight with them. They were looking at our line one by one and choose the one who most beautiful. I was so surprise when the one of them said, “hey look. This sister is the most beautiful.” She said that when I stand up from my bow.

                I feel nervous. She breaks out my total comprehension to Allah. I’m 19 and still feeling disturbed with something like that. My ears too close to pretend that I didn’t hear that. I would love to know the way how to act in this moment. It’s something which embarrassing me. Not to people, but to own self and Allah.

                Let’s move to the day after.

                How about me?

This money I got from bad way of them. But I know that I have a good acceptance on it. I really need it to fund my study. I was accepted by Jakarta State University this year. So I need that money. I have no other way to funding my own financial. I have mother who doesn’t care to me at all. I have a really big interest to learn something fun like the major that I chosen, Japanese language.

                God always fair with all of people. From this way I found that I more independent and free.

                Love.

Let’s talk about the person next to me. He is Riski Sanjaya who always on my side since 3 years ago. I like him more now. He is the person who really cute I ever find. He loves me without lie. It’s always fun when I stay with him. He could make me feel better. He could erase my tears when it flows. He could laugh when it happy. All about him are almost perfect. I love him so so so much. He’s the third people in my heart after my grandfather and my grandmother.

                I don’t know what to do if he disappears one day. I probably could empty. Like a candle or star. He always blinking in my dark life.

                

FIRST SKETCHING

                The 1^st Ramadhan on this year. I started a new fun activity. It’s sketching. I already know this kind of work but today my chance to going of it. The person who motivated me is Tyas, my sister at school. I’m proud of her sketching that she showed us at youth ambassador selection a few months ago.

                So now, I am grateful to finish my first sketching in my age of 19. It seems like I would insert this activity into my spare time beside linguistic learning, knitting, karaoke and guitar.

                Welcome!

                

                Actually, the sketch above has many differences but I tolerant because this time is first. I know that you could surely know which one is mine. Yeah, in the left side. Hahaha

                On my sketch, I have a sharper nose, cute eyes, sexy lips and neat eyebrow. All of them unmatch, hihihi. I’m quite sure that mine is better. Just because it still bothering by some line on my notebook.

                Finally, thank you for Juan Solorzano who upload his cute video in youtube and don’t be afraid if mine is better than yours. Hehehe… You can catch his video here.

                I wish I could still make a one sketch every week.

                Do I inspiring you by my sketch?

Knitting

I know this for the first time when I was in PEI, Canada. My friends who name  Eliot, Wawan and Anissa would love doing this. Ya, because Gweneth Rice as Wawan & Eliot house family loves art. For the first time I enjoy watching them making a pair of shock. Who knows that finally I could join their hobbies to make a scarft..

Until now I still continue my experience on it. I have one pair of knit stick, a set of five stick and a big capsule of yarn. I would love to continue this activity on my free time. I’m grateful to know this kind of thing. Thank you for Gweneth Rice as our knit mother.