People need the grave

Since Mount Kelud status has been raised to ALERT, peoples who lives around 10 kilometres in the slope of the mountain, must leave their house and stop the activities.

This warning makes peoples confused when they need to bury the died people. Usually they laid to rest peoples in the area around the dangerous area. So, they are not allowed to enter this area. Once, there was an old man died in the evacuation camp. Peoples need to enter the kampong to bury him. They counted, if the guard forbid them entering the area, they would like to put the died body in the guard camp. Gosh!

 

the new glasses

I got it, then wear it.

It is black, light and it is Polo! Yups. It is my new glasses. Esti, my sister, bought it for me. (thanks, sist!) She bought 2 glasses for herself, and one for me. This brand is the same with her, and also the colour. The glass made from plastics. “Get the black frame so that I looks like a teacher!” she ordered.

Mine is black. But do I looks like a teacher?

i’m falling in love

I’m falling in love. Yeah, I am falling in love.

I really want to scream and tell everybody that I am falling in love. Look, there are thousands red rose growing in my cubicle. Whoops … the rose-jungle! Actually I have tried to clap my cheek repeatedly. I also pinch my stomach, but I found some fat there. I know, I’m really falling in love.

I can’t stop smiling. I can’t stop thinking of him. The calls bring him back to me. He already put my heart in the right place. I remember his crunchy smile. Humm … we need hours to fly and meet, sharing the hearts.

I know, you must be the answer.

thanks gosh!

I say thanks to god because of you.

Yeah. I have you around me. A kind sister that never be absent to watch me. My brother who always share his stories and happiness. My friend, the new biker. In another part of the earth, I have a Berliner policeman and some young guys in Auckland, Berlin, Japan, Nigeria, India, Pakistan, Aussie, Tanzania, Ghana, Philippines … And I have you. Yeah. You! 

You made me very grateful to God. You color my days, with a bunch of smile and a warm hugs. That’s why I go to church to say thanks.

Jeevan, an Indian friend ever asked me, “Do you still praying?” Another question comes from Danto, my college’s friend. “Do you go to church every Sunday?” Friends, don’t you know that you are my reasons to go to church to say thanks to god.