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.

the dream of folding bike

In a while, I will have a folding bike.

I really want it. I dream over night after trying to pedal the folding bike. It is nice and cute. I can fold it in my dorm and put it inside my room. So, Koh Handi will not ask extra fee for the bike I put outside.

Well, last two weeks, my friend Acong bought a bike. He bought mountain bike. I don’t like MTB because it is huge and … I have to pay extra fee for parking in the dormitory! Gosh. I can’t imagine it. So. I prefer folding bike. Encis recommends me to buy the folding bike.

And, I got it! In a week, I will ride it.

National Blogger Day

It seems that Blitz Megaplex was not a cinema anymore. It was a giant house. There were 482 peoples inside in the same tag: participants of Blogger Party 2007. We sat together in the same rows, shared about the personal blog to the technology of blogging.

Peoples screamed. We were happy sat together in the house. Wimar Witoelar from perspektif.net came as a moderator. He is the oldest blogger (want to say: the most experienced blogger). Minister for Communication and Information Mohammad Nuh announced officially that October 27 would be National Blogger Day!

Whoops … psst … it must be a holiday!

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.