Dear Lord. Forgive me. I am just too happy with my selves recently, and exited with what I got here. Now I am crying. I am crying because my husband just sent me his diary, diary of a single parent. Hiks Oh God how hard is life for him, but he is always happy, smiles, and thinks positively. He is the one who teaches me to face the world with smiling and changing everything in a positive way. I never saw him complaining, sad or sending negative energies, and he teaches me all of those without saying something. He even did not tell me his problems just because he was afraid that it would disturb my feeling and my study. Oh how lovely you are my Dear…and even though it’s hard, he still thinks that this is the best condition that God give to us. I agree, it might be true, but still, I just want to cry because I feel so grateful to have a husband like him. I do not know how my life would be without him.
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Finding the Way
Sunday, 9 January 2011
At the train, Amsterdam-Berlin
After having holiday for 3 weeks, I have to go back to Berlin, back to my student life. Honestly, 3 weeks were enough, I miss my student life already. It doesn’t mean that I don’t love my family. I do, of course. But after my children went back to school in the last week of my holiday, I got bored and captured by the same previous feeling, feeling when I didn’t study yet, feeling useless when I just stay at home and do nothing.
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Lost
Today, the future is frightening
Today, I lost my faith and my dream
Today, I feel terrible
Today, I feel like I want to die
Getting old
Getting older isn’t nice, is it? I’m always happy if someone said that I’m still like a teenager or a student. My heart always flies if my new friends were surprised and said “ What? Do you already have two big children? Are you kidding? You look so young!” I smiled gleefuly when I walked with my children, met with other people and they said,”Are they your nephew and niece?” Or even worse they would said,”Are they your brother and sister?” What? My children? Brother and sister? Oh come on, I’m not that young, they are my children, indeed! Even though I was a bit insulted but there was a pleasant feeling crept, deep in my heart.