Silence is gold sometimes

Tears are words that heart can't express.

I'm crying because I feel wronged.
I keep making mistakes and nothing seems to work for me.

Sometimes it's better for you not to be too curious to know. not to care too much.
Sometimes silence is better than you asking too much.
That person will really thank you.

Thanks for not asking me that questions currently.
I'll be fine... I'm OK....

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Slow but Sure

Getting older doesn't mean you are also getting more mature. 

This sentence describes what I am recently thinking about. 

This sentence describes what I want to write here.

I usually/mostly get the things I want or I wish in my life from my mom.

What I mean here is not always about money or expensive things. It could be in doing things, solving problems, etc.

It's like I've been spoiled all this time although my mom didn't really have that such a purpose at all in raising me. Maybe I just couldn't understand it well.

That's why it feels somehow strange... far from parents that always take care of everything... and now you should do all your ways. 

And the worst case is when you can't get what you want the things be, which leads to dissatisfaction.

And the worst feeling in this world is when you feel incompetent and lack of skill. It is even worse than broken-hearted.

Even.... maybe I often unconsciously obtrude my will on others especially on my (best) friends or my pals or families.

I often say: "I want like this. I don't want do it. Point!"

And I don't know how long they will tolerate it... how long they will still tolerate this spoiled brat like me.

Since I am here alone I have learned so many things about life. 

Slowly....

I learn how to appreciate others. 

I learn how to succumb or accept defeat.

I learn how to socialize.

But still doesn't get enough to change 'the old me'. 

Sometimes I wish I could turn back the time. 

Someone told me:

"Life is not about what you couldn't do so far, it's about what you still can do.

So you don't need to restart your life from the beginning. 

Just keep working to be better and better.

Slow but Sure you can do it."

Cultural Difference : Facebook Pictures

Today I read my twitter-timeline and found this blog... and you know? he's right...

Here below is his posting in his blog... Check it out =)
I just reblog from him ;)

" Kickabhee: Cultural Difference : Facebook Pictures:

There's this thing about uploading pictures into Facebook, I don't know about you and your country.

Some Indonesians tend to post every picture they have without selecting it. They would simply upload their (or others') pictures whether it's good or bad in Facebook. I, personally, always sometimes get tagged to this random pictures by my friends. I don't think of it of a mean thing they do to me or to embarass me in front of the public (I do that to myself, so they don't need to)

On the other hand, you see the Germans. Probably Due to their perfectionist nature, they tend to select their pictures. And they upload the pictures they look good in. They probably have around 100 pictures on Facebook, while the Indonesians have 1000 or more pictures. This is also a reason I don't post up pictures with my German friends.

For example, an Indonesian person would upload even embarassing photos of themselves like this: "

[to see uploaded photo from him as examples.... just go visit his blog]

MY COMMENT ---> But it is really true to admit ;)

He is the reason

Never thought ever being felt like this inside...

Deep in heart it feels like… like a waste of space, like already buried deep, like a paper thin…

Though the hard things I had, now I am aware…  I realize the reason to live…

I finally found and understood well the reason for living… He is the reason to live… He is the hope...

WE ARE THE REASON – AVALON (COVER)

As little children we would dream of Christmas morn
Of all the gifts and toys we knew we'd find
But we never realized a baby born one blessed night
Gave us the greatest gift of our lives

*We were the reason that He gave His life
We were the reason that He suffered and died
To a world that was lost He gave all He could give
To show us the reason to live

As the years went by we learned more about gifts
The giving of ourselves and what that means
On a dark and cloudy day a man hung crying in the rain
All because of love 
All because of love 

*Chorus
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/avalon/we_are_the_reason.html ]
I finally found the reason for living
It's in giving every part of my heart to Him (every part to Him)
And all that I do every word that I say (you know I'll be saying)
I'll be giving my all just for Him, for Him (every thing for Him)

We are the reason that He gave His life
We are the reason that He suffered and died
To a world that was lost He gave all He could give (all that he could give all)
To show us the reason to live

#He is the reason to live
(don't you know do you know the reason
That he came, oh he came to save us
When he gave his life for us) he suffered and died
To a world that was lost He gave everything (everything that He had He gave)
To show us the reason to live

*chorus + # together
Don't know how I could thank Jesus all that he had all..
*chorus + # together

You are my all in all, Jesus

Little Update ^^

Now, I found small funny lovely cute toys in my smartphone...

hmm what it is?

hahahaha the toys are 'the apps' called "Instagram" and "LINE Camera"

I really enjoy to use these apps. They are just awesome...
you can edit your foto and post it...

update:
I also now have "Pinterest" account where you can pin what you like.. just like blog ^.^

Playgirlz (Dance-Choreography)

yeahh.. now my next dance-project is there...

The Song called Playgirlz by After School.
Duration is only 1:23 and the choreography seems to be good.
I think I gonna try this one and I will invite some friends to join me.

you can see the videos below.
Although the quality are not so good and the dance are not so good recorded but their quality are better than other video-quality in youtube.