Mari berhituuung... :p

Minggu, 13 Juni 2010

Kentang Kebencian


Seorang Ibu Guru taman kanak-kanak ( TK ) tersebut mengadakan ” permainan “.

Ibu Guru menyuruh anak tiap-tiap muridnya membawa kantong plastik ransparan 1 buah dan kentang. Masing-masing kentang tersebut di beri nama ber dasarkan nama orang yang dibenci, sehingga jumlah kentangnya tidak ditentukan berapa … tergantung
jumlah orang-orang yang dibenci.

Pada hari yang disepakati masing-masing murid membawa kentang dalam kantong plastik. Ada yang berjumlah 2, ada yang 3 bahkan ada yang 5. Seperti perintah guru mereka tiap-tiap kentang di beri nama sesuai nama orang yang dibenci.

Murid-murid harus membawa kantong plastik berisi kentang tersebut kemana saja mereka pergi, bahkan ke toilet sekalipun, selama 1 minggu. Hari berganti hari, kentang-kentang pun mulai membusuk, murid-murid mulai mengeluh, apalagi yang membawa 5 buah kentang, selain berat baunya juga tidak sedap.

Setelah 1 minggu murid-murid TK tersebut merasa lega karena penderitaan mereka akan segera berakhir.

Ibu Guru : ” Bagaimana rasanya membawa kentang selama 1 minggu ?”

Keluarlah keluhan dari murid-murid TK tersebut, pada umumnya mereka tidak merasa nyaman harus membawa kentang-kentang busuk tersebut ke mana pun mereka pergi.

Guru pun menjelaskan apa arti dari ” permainan ” yang mereka lakukan.

Ibu Guru : ” Seperti itulah kebencian yang selalu kita bawa-bawa apabila kita tidak bisa memaafkan orang lain. Sungguh sangat tidak menyenangkan membawa kentang busuk kemana pun kita pergi. Itu hanya 1 minggu bagaimana jika kita membawa kebencian itu seumur hidup ? Alangkah tidak nyamannya …

Jumat, 04 Juni 2010

This is about The Man and who loves his friend..

This is what I look like today and I'm trying not to pull out my hair
I'm trying not to grow it cause I'm far too shy to show it back there that's probably why I like wearing hats
There's no denying I'm deferring the facts avoiding confrontation lacks tact in a situation behind every line is a lesson yet to learn

But if you ask me the feeling that I'm feeling is overwhelming and oh it goes to show I've so much to know

I wrote this for my prettiest friend who while trying not to prove that I care
trying not to make all my moves in one motion and scare her away
Well she can't see she's making me crazy now, I don't believe she knows she's amazing how she has me holding my breathe so I'd never guess that I'm a none such unsuitable, suitable for her

but if you ask me the feeling that I'm feeling is complimentary and oh it goes to show the moral of the story is boy loves girl and so on the way that it unfolds is yet to be told

I know that I should be brave, even pretty can be seen by the blind, I know that I cannot wait until the day we finally learn how to find each other
redefining open minds

And if you ask me the feeling that I'm feeling is overjoyed and it's golden, it goes to show then the ending of this song should be left alone and so on cause the way it unfolds is yet to be told...
I was taught that to create anything you had to believe in failure, simply because I had to be prepared to go through an idea without any fear. Failure, I learned.. to be a wonderful thing. It allowed me to get up in the morning and take the pillow off my head.