Tengah malem tadi, lagi berbincang hangat sama temen sma. Himmah namanya.

Himmah ini pendengar yang baik. Calon istri solehah, insyaAllah.

Giliran gue yang cerita malem ini. Dan itu banyak banget. bener-bener dapet pencerahan dari himmah ini.

Dia selalu bisa nyampein maksud baik dengan cara yang baik,dan ga nyinggung aku sama sekali. Dan aku suka. *maap ye kebawa orang jawa kalo ngomong aku-aku an*

I telling her how hard to be a good muslimah in this faculty. Karena lingkungannya tidak seperti lingkungan gue sebelum-sebelum ini. inti pembicaraan dengan himmah adalah bahwa gue harus bangga dengan predikat islam gue, dengan pakaian gue, mempertahankan rok gue, dan cara gue berbusana di kampus dengan cara gue berbusana biasanya, ga terlalu ketat,dan kerudung ga terlalu pendek. Karna bergaul dengan orang-orang ga harus ngikutin cara mereka, tapi kita harus berpendirian sama apa yang udah kita pegang dari awal. 

Dan.......

tiada yang bisa menjaga yang jauh, siang dan malam, pagi dan petang, dimana pun, kapan pun, selain Allah, selain doa-doa dari ummi sama abi, dari orang-orang di rumah, dan semua orang yang doain aku.......

Sungguh dengan merantau akan banyak belajar, gimana bisa hidup untuk sekian lama dengan semua yang serba terbatas, harus pinter-pinter manage segalanya sendiri, pinter-pinter pilih temen, pilih lingkungan, organisasi yang baik. Keyakinan yang tetep harus di pegang teguh.... yuk mulai lagi pahami, dan tanamkan islam secara Kaaffah!

"seseorang seharusnya memutuskan untuk bersama karena melihat keutuhannya tercermin, bukan ketakutannya akan sepi" -Peluk, Dewi Lestari

gone...gone...gone....

would you sing this song, for me?
would you?
would you stay?

When life leaves you high and dry
I'll be at your door tonight
If you need help, if you need help.
I'll shut down the city lights,
I'll lie, cheat, I'll beg and bribe
To make you well, to make you well.

When enemies are at your door
I'll carry you away from war
If you need help, if you need help.
Your hope dangling by a string
I'll share in your suffering
To make you well, to make you well.

Give me reasons to believe
That you would do the same for me.

And I would do it for you, for you.
Baby, I'm not moving on
I'll love you long after you're gone.
For you, for you.
You will never sleep alone.
I'll love you long after you're gone
And long after you're gone, gone, gone.

When you fall like a statue
I'm gon' be there to catch you
Put you on your feet, you on your feet.
And if your well is empty
Not a thing will prevent me.
Tell me what you need, what do you need?

I surrender honestly.
You've always done the same for me.

So I would do it for you, for you.
Baby, I'm not moving on,
I'll love you long after you're gone.
For you, for you.
You will never sleep alone.
I'll love you long after you're gone
And long after you're gone, gone, gone.

You're my back bone.
You're my cornerstone.
You're my crutch when my legs stop moving.
You're my head start.
You're my rugged heart.
You're the pulse that I've always needed.
Like a drum, baby, don't stop beating.
Like a drum, baby, don't stop beating.
Like a drum, baby, don't stop beating.
Like a drum my heart never stops beating...

For you, for you.
Baby, I'm not moving on.
I'll love you long after you're gone.
For you, for you.
You will never sleep alone.
I'll love you long after you're gone.
For you, for you.
Baby, I'm not moving on,
I'll love you long after you're gone.
For you, for you.
You will never sleep alone.
I'll love you long, long after you're gone.
Like a drum, baby, don't stop beating.
Like a drum, baby, don't stop beating.
Like a drum, baby, don't stop beating.
Like a drum my heart never stops beating for you.

And long after you're gone, gone, gone.
I'll love you long after you're gone, gone, gone.

yes i do i dont like rules
ya. gue gasuka sama peraturan yang memaksa tanpa logika
bikin gue gabebas gerak
gabebas berekspresi
yes i hate it
ahhh frustated:(

rindu rumah.

ke sekian kali di minggu ini, di bulan pertama jadi maba, bulan pertaman merantau.
kangen rumah.............................dan segala hal detailnya.
kangen...
ya karna sejujurnya gue belum menemukan kesibukan disini
belum menemukan sesuatu yang baru yang bisa menggugah semangat
dulu di rumah gue suka masak, meskipun ga sering, tp disini gue jadi ogah-ogahan
pertama, karena gatau pasarnya
kedua, ngatur uangnya masih berantakan
ketiga, belum nyaman masakdisini
gatau mau masak apa
buat siapa
pelitnya mulai muncul
makan siang selalu beli, dan itu rangkap makan malam, karena gue males buat masak malemnya
sarapan dengan semua yang instan. mie. energen. macaroni. roti. dan hal-hal mudah lainnya.

how to survive isnt easy, seriously..............