1.Mother earth aint sleeping.You reap what you sow. BP oilspill impact is fierce. Players bear consequences #wc Now it may sound too mean, but clean it up BP or Mother Earth will curse you forever!
2.Use same-nationality coach for your country so players,coach,officials speak the same language. And aim for the same goal #eng #wc Unless the coach can speak fluent British English or married to Britain native or obsessed with Britain.
3. Dont forget to train pinalty kick with your mom before the match.Lahm did that, and he's darn good tonight.Mom's prayer does work! #eng #wc Well, Defou spoke to his mom too. But why dont we bring all moms for the next game, Brits?
4. Have a glass of drink before the game. That kills the nerve for #eng lads. At least that seemingly worked well in prev game. This one, i am quite sure Capello didnt have the boys to relax and even to have a glass.
5. Maybe the idea of having WAGs aint bad at all. Players cant goof around. Bring focus only to score or be scolded #eng #wc As much as I hate those WAGs but maybe when they threaten their men, then the lads will work out better? We the women work wonders sometimes
I can write more reasons why #eng lost tonight but still it's the only team i put all hopes on. Let's beat in in Europe 2012!”
6/27/10
6/14/10
Mengapa Berdo'a, Sahabat?
Quoted from this morning show, Indahnya Shadaqah
Syekh Ali sedang memberikan ilmunya kepada Majelis program rutin saat TV baru aku nyalakan. Sudah berminggu-minggu tak sempat kusimak. Kantuk sangat itu susah sekali kulawan. Ah, menyesalnya kenapa kemarin-kemarin tidak memaksa mata untuk terbuka saja barang 30 menit sebelum ke kantor, supaya 'sarapan' untuk jiwa tidak terabaikan...
Kalimat-kalimatnya lalu lalang, keluar masuk telinga ke jiwa yang masih berupaya sadar seratus persen. Supaya siap menerima pencerahan. Supaya tidak terlalu mengantuk, padahal mungkin beberapa jam lalu sebelum terbangun, pedagang kaki lima sudah mulai dagang di pasar, atau penyapu jalan sudah giat dengan sapunya. Ah, kadang kita memang sedikit lemah saat semuanya serba ada.
"Mengapa do'a kita (belum) dikabulkan ?", kata Syekh Ali dalam ceramahnya.
Nah, itu dia ujarku!
Mengapa? Kenapa kalau aku sudah menghamburkan sejuta kata permohonan, kadang ada doa yang belum Allah SWT kabulkan?
Apa yang belum aku lakukan?
"Mengapa, sebenarnya kita perlu berdo'a?", tanyanya lagi.
Yaa, soalnya kan aku meminta hal-hal yang ngga bisa aku pinta dan harapkan dari manusia yang sombong itu, syekh!
Saat dia menjelaskan,, aku terdiam.
Merenungkan atau mencoba untuk benar-benar merenungkan kata-katanya. Dan memantulkan jawaban itu ke hatiku.
Syekh Ali bilang begini kira-kira:
Manusia itu, sudah tahu ada syurga,, tapi kenapa tidak pernah benar-benar melarikan dirinya untuk mengejar syurga itu
Manusia itu, sudah tahu ada neraka, tapi kenapa tidak pernah benar-benar melarikan dirinya supaya terhindar dari neraka itu
Manusia itu, sudah tahu ada kematian, tapi kenapa tidak pernah benar-benar melarikan dirinya agar siap menghadapi kematian itu
Syekh Ali melanjutkan lagi ceritanya, tentang usaha seorang pengamen di jalan raya kota Jakarta. Pernah kan, kalau misalnya kita sedang naik kendaraan probadi terus ada pengamen yang menghampiri, kadang-kadang ia begitu ngotot dan sabarnya dengan terus bernyanyi walaupun suaranya ngga bagus-bagus amat? Terus biasanya kalau pengamen itu udah sebegitu ngototnya, kadang-kadang Anda yang awalnya tidak berniat memberikan 500 perak atau selembar uang ribuan, bisa saja berganti pikiran dengan memberikan uang kepada pengamen itu? Kalau lagi baik, kadang mungkin yang keluar uang warna merah. Sepuluh ribu maksudnya, kalau seratus ribu kan kemahalan buat kebanyakan kita ;)
Syekh Ali mengilustrasikan cerita pengamen itu ke diri kita seperti ini. Kalau manusia sebegitu besar menaruh harapan kepada manusia lainnya. Kenapa kita, tidak melakukan hal yang sama kepada Yang Menciptakan umat manusia itu? Kenapa kita belum ngotot seperti pengamen itu untuk berharap kepada Yang Maha Memberi?
Kenapa meminta? Kenapa berdoa?
Lantas, kalau kita yang hidup di dunia ini tidak meminta dan menggantungkan harapan kepada Yang Memberikan harapan...lalu kita mau kemana pergi untuk berharap? Mau kemana menghadap? Mau kemana berkeluh?
Kajian pagi tadi ditutup dengan informasi waktu-waktu yang Insya Allah baik untuk berdoa (walaupun menurut saya Allah SWT Maha Mendengar doa kita kapan saja dan dimana saja :),
- saat turun hujan
- saat jeda setelah azan dan sebelum iqamat
- saat dalam perjalanan (musafir)
- saat tengah malam
- saat bersujud
- sisanya saya lupa, maaf
Untuk adab berdoa, yang saya ketangkap saat mendengarkan nasihat Syekh Ali adalah menundukkan hati dengan benar-benar berharap kepada Allah SWT dan terus berprasangka baik atas jawaban dari pinta kita kepadaNya. Bisa saja, apa yang kita minta tidak langsung diberikan namun ditunda untuk kebaikan kita.
Wallahualam.
5/22/10
Unbearable sometimes.
Most of days, occupied mind stucks at certain period of life.
It's funny.
No matter how much we've left something behind, there is always pull factor that triggers mind to think of something.
From the past.
While we are here,in the future.
Trapped minds in one soul.
Trapped memories in one brain.
Trapped pasts in one future.
Trapped feelings in one heart.
Unbearable sometimes.
But i want to be able to point. When trapped,which exit door should be opened. Which ones should freed. Where the rests should be kept.
Unbearable sometimes.
It's funny.
No matter how much we've left something behind, there is always pull factor that triggers mind to think of something.
From the past.
While we are here,in the future.
Trapped minds in one soul.
Trapped memories in one brain.
Trapped pasts in one future.
Trapped feelings in one heart.
Unbearable sometimes.
But i want to be able to point. When trapped,which exit door should be opened. Which ones should freed. Where the rests should be kept.
Unbearable sometimes.
5/9/10
The Anchor
I keep begging to Allah
That one day, on a fine weather, i'll be able to walk with you
Or in a simple ride, i'd take you in the back
I will treat you some ice cream and snacks
And we both sit and chat, about anything. About your classes or mates or anything about you.
I will just stay quite and listen to all stories. I promise to pay attention, a full one.
I used to be (i like to think that way) your centre. And you are (until now) the anchor that keeps me in balance.
But it's funny though.. I feel the imbalance
I guess i forget to lift the anchor. That's how exactly i feel now.
You are too hard to be lifted. It sticks already.
So, i will just keep begging Allah to give me that one fine day. Where we could sail the ship again together.
I miss you as always, my brother. Just in case you don't know that.
May 9'10
That one day, on a fine weather, i'll be able to walk with you
Or in a simple ride, i'd take you in the back
I will treat you some ice cream and snacks
And we both sit and chat, about anything. About your classes or mates or anything about you.
I will just stay quite and listen to all stories. I promise to pay attention, a full one.
I used to be (i like to think that way) your centre. And you are (until now) the anchor that keeps me in balance.
But it's funny though.. I feel the imbalance
I guess i forget to lift the anchor. That's how exactly i feel now.
You are too hard to be lifted. It sticks already.
So, i will just keep begging Allah to give me that one fine day. Where we could sail the ship again together.
I miss you as always, my brother. Just in case you don't know that.
May 9'10
12/1/09
golden rules of life
it was an early evening when i was heading to meet my friend and i was pretty behind the schedule to what i promised her. the buses were crowded as usual and i could't got into like 10 buses or so. people were just about getting off from their work and in a rush to head home i guess. and jakarta's traffic is maybe a little miniature of hell if i am allowed to make comparison. riders are speeding, cars are cutting one another, and public buses are still the winner of the road. stop where they want and speed up in a sudden.
me. i was hoping to be given a chance just to squeeze my body to hop in. and i was answered.
packed as usual in the bus, i was looking at the faces in the bus. i know some people will say it's a rude thing to do, but i just like looking at different faces after long hours they have spent at teir offices. and i liked guessing about their days. whether it was fabulous, crampy, sad or just a so so day. sometimes i met faces like worn out of life, i mean it's really tiring face that wants to get out of life. and i was thinking what that person might feel at that time.
i usually spend moderate time in looking at people faces. i mean, i dont over stare at them. so the next thing i'll do is mobile browsing, trying to be a power user that my brother always says there's no way i'll be one of them. yeah, he's just jealous because i have more gadgets. hah!
i was scrolling one of subscribed email where i noticed the subject "Golden Rules of Life" and asking myself what golden rules the author meant. to me they could be paying respect, being kind and honest, and more universal values that we all believe. i read for 5 minutes and found what the author described in 15 lines are truer words in life.
hope you like what he wrote. here's the summary
I grew up in Trenton, a west Tennessee town of five thousand people. I have wonderful memories of those first eighteen years, and many people in Trenton influenced my life in very positive ways. My football coach, Walter Kilzer, taught me the importance of hard work, discipline, and believing in myself. My history teacher, Fred Culp, is still the funniest person I’ve ever met. He taught me that a sense of humor, and especially laughing at yourself, can be one of life’s greatest blessings.
But my father was my hero. He taught me many things, but at the top of the list, he taught me to treat people with love and respect…to live the Golden Rule. I remember one particular instance of him teaching this “life lesson” as if it were yesterday. Dad owned a furniture store, and I used to dust the furniture every Wednesday after school to earn my allowance. One afternoon I observed my Dad talking to all the customers as they came in…the hardware store owner, the banker, a farmer, a doctor. At the end of the day, just as Dad was closing, the garbage collector came in.
I was ready to go home, and I thought that surely Dad wouldn’t spend too much time with him. But I was wrong. Dad greeted him at the door with a big hug and talked with him about his wife and son who had been in a car accident the month before. He empathized, he asked questions, he listened, and he listened some more. I kept looking at the clock, and when the man finally left, I asked, “Dad, why did you spend so much time with him? He’s just the garbage collector.” Dad then looked at me, locked the front door to the store, and said, “Son, let’s talk.”
He said, “I’m your father and I tell you lots of stuff as all fathers should, but if you remember nothing else I ever tell you, remember this…treat every human being just the way that you would want to be treated.” He said, “I know this is not the first time you’ve heard it, but I want to make sure it’s the first time you truly understand it, because if you had understood, you would never have said what you said.” We sat there and talked for another hour about the meaning and the power of the Golden Rule. Dad said, “If you live the Golden Rule everything else in life will usually work itself out, but if you don’t your life probably will be very unhappy and without meaning.”
I recently heard someone say, “If you teach your child the Golden Rule, you will have left them an estate of incalculable value.” Truer words were never spoken.
Excerpted from The Power of Attitude
have a golden day!
me. i was hoping to be given a chance just to squeeze my body to hop in. and i was answered.
packed as usual in the bus, i was looking at the faces in the bus. i know some people will say it's a rude thing to do, but i just like looking at different faces after long hours they have spent at teir offices. and i liked guessing about their days. whether it was fabulous, crampy, sad or just a so so day. sometimes i met faces like worn out of life, i mean it's really tiring face that wants to get out of life. and i was thinking what that person might feel at that time.
i usually spend moderate time in looking at people faces. i mean, i dont over stare at them. so the next thing i'll do is mobile browsing, trying to be a power user that my brother always says there's no way i'll be one of them. yeah, he's just jealous because i have more gadgets. hah!
i was scrolling one of subscribed email where i noticed the subject "Golden Rules of Life" and asking myself what golden rules the author meant. to me they could be paying respect, being kind and honest, and more universal values that we all believe. i read for 5 minutes and found what the author described in 15 lines are truer words in life.
hope you like what he wrote. here's the summary
I grew up in Trenton, a west Tennessee town of five thousand people. I have wonderful memories of those first eighteen years, and many people in Trenton influenced my life in very positive ways. My football coach, Walter Kilzer, taught me the importance of hard work, discipline, and believing in myself. My history teacher, Fred Culp, is still the funniest person I’ve ever met. He taught me that a sense of humor, and especially laughing at yourself, can be one of life’s greatest blessings.
But my father was my hero. He taught me many things, but at the top of the list, he taught me to treat people with love and respect…to live the Golden Rule. I remember one particular instance of him teaching this “life lesson” as if it were yesterday. Dad owned a furniture store, and I used to dust the furniture every Wednesday after school to earn my allowance. One afternoon I observed my Dad talking to all the customers as they came in…the hardware store owner, the banker, a farmer, a doctor. At the end of the day, just as Dad was closing, the garbage collector came in.
I was ready to go home, and I thought that surely Dad wouldn’t spend too much time with him. But I was wrong. Dad greeted him at the door with a big hug and talked with him about his wife and son who had been in a car accident the month before. He empathized, he asked questions, he listened, and he listened some more. I kept looking at the clock, and when the man finally left, I asked, “Dad, why did you spend so much time with him? He’s just the garbage collector.” Dad then looked at me, locked the front door to the store, and said, “Son, let’s talk.”
He said, “I’m your father and I tell you lots of stuff as all fathers should, but if you remember nothing else I ever tell you, remember this…treat every human being just the way that you would want to be treated.” He said, “I know this is not the first time you’ve heard it, but I want to make sure it’s the first time you truly understand it, because if you had understood, you would never have said what you said.” We sat there and talked for another hour about the meaning and the power of the Golden Rule. Dad said, “If you live the Golden Rule everything else in life will usually work itself out, but if you don’t your life probably will be very unhappy and without meaning.”
I recently heard someone say, “If you teach your child the Golden Rule, you will have left them an estate of incalculable value.” Truer words were never spoken.
Excerpted from The Power of Attitude
have a golden day!
11/18/09
love letter for a person with the biggest heart
I woke up this morning and the first thing came up to my mind is a very special person that brought me to the world. Who has made who I am now. A person with the biggest heart on earth. It is my mother.
Today is special because she is celebrating her 50th and that seems to me that she's in her 30s. She hasn't grown old to me as she stays young most of the time. I mean she doesn't get old like I do. I am the one who has bags under my eyes not her. I don't know why :)
So, the only thing I asked Allah this morning in my prayers was that she'll be given all he strength and courages to pursue her dreams in life. I know that all mothers in the world put off with all he hardships they encounter in life for their children. And they postpone their dreams too. So I am asking Allah to guide my beloved mother in achieving her postponed dreams, and show her the larger than life things await.
I am praying harder today because I want to spend some of my-always-busy-life and dedicate it for her. I know that I have bad habit, we the children usually walk away from our parents as we grow older. But today I want to defeat the bad habit only for my mother. I want to stay beside, closely.
I want to send a happy birthday for my mom and to other mothers in the world who is now celebrating their birthday too!
We are no one without our mom...
I love you, mom (even I don't say it too often) !
a story of evelyn's husband
Do you believe in destiny?
Or do you agree that things happen for reasons?
I do...
Now and then
This is a story about a man,age almost 60 years old. A US navy retiree originated from the philliphines who left his country at age 18 and spent half of his life in the US.
I was supposed to sit at different seat but asked to exchange my original seat by a man who wanted to stay close with his group. And I didn't mind to do so.
That is how I met him. I didn't even ask his name.. I was more interested in listening to his story of life. I guess.
He was reading a book when I was about to sit. And we exchanged polite smile and asked formally where our destinations were. He said he headed to Manila.. For good, he added.
My wife died 24 days after her 61st birthday last august. It was a heart attack that took her from me. Even though I was the one who had by pass for my heart problem. She was the stronger and healthier. But she left me first. Alone. As we never have children. It's my fault he said.
We were about to take off at San fransisco airport when he said 'this is it' I am leaving for good to overcome my memories of my wife in this city. She left too many finger prints here and I can't stop thinking of her.
I was so sure he had tears when we took off. He hid it from me but I felt his sadness as the plane's flying higher.
He said he had no regret at all. He met his wife in San fransisco and lived together happily with her until she passed away. I just don't want to die here alone. You know, he said. I don't have any reason to stay here. No one will take care for me.
I sold my house and its furnitures. Don't need them, he said everthing in my home just reminded me of Evelyn, his wife. It's too painful. So he sold everything to his neighbour. And packed his new life in Manila. Where he has brothers to stay in touch.
How did she die? I asked after a while. I hope it wasn't too personal.
We were having weekend as usual and she asked me to join her for shopping. Why don't we go out together on this beautiful day, she said? And he was getting ready for his wife.They got into the car, when she said she couldn't breathe. He kept asking what happen until she didn't move again. Forever. He didn't even have the chance to start the engine for her. 911 came when it's too late. It's my fault he said. If only I knew how to help people when heart attack came, she could have been alive today.
Well, it's wonderful you were with her when she died. She must be really feeling loved and safe. Because most of people who have lost their beloved may not even see until the funeral. So you are lucky, I said.. I really meant it.
We both were thinking.. About life. WhAt is left behind and what to pursue. He continued reading a book by my favorite author. And I was reading a book who was written by Albom, the author that wrote the book he was reading. I don't think it's just coincidence.
He taught me something last night. Love and beloved.
San fransisco, November 6 '09
Or do you agree that things happen for reasons?
I do...
Now and then
This is a story about a man,age almost 60 years old. A US navy retiree originated from the philliphines who left his country at age 18 and spent half of his life in the US.
I was supposed to sit at different seat but asked to exchange my original seat by a man who wanted to stay close with his group. And I didn't mind to do so.
That is how I met him. I didn't even ask his name.. I was more interested in listening to his story of life. I guess.
He was reading a book when I was about to sit. And we exchanged polite smile and asked formally where our destinations were. He said he headed to Manila.. For good, he added.
My wife died 24 days after her 61st birthday last august. It was a heart attack that took her from me. Even though I was the one who had by pass for my heart problem. She was the stronger and healthier. But she left me first. Alone. As we never have children. It's my fault he said.
We were about to take off at San fransisco airport when he said 'this is it' I am leaving for good to overcome my memories of my wife in this city. She left too many finger prints here and I can't stop thinking of her.
I was so sure he had tears when we took off. He hid it from me but I felt his sadness as the plane's flying higher.
He said he had no regret at all. He met his wife in San fransisco and lived together happily with her until she passed away. I just don't want to die here alone. You know, he said. I don't have any reason to stay here. No one will take care for me.
I sold my house and its furnitures. Don't need them, he said everthing in my home just reminded me of Evelyn, his wife. It's too painful. So he sold everything to his neighbour. And packed his new life in Manila. Where he has brothers to stay in touch.
How did she die? I asked after a while. I hope it wasn't too personal.
We were having weekend as usual and she asked me to join her for shopping. Why don't we go out together on this beautiful day, she said? And he was getting ready for his wife.They got into the car, when she said she couldn't breathe. He kept asking what happen until she didn't move again. Forever. He didn't even have the chance to start the engine for her. 911 came when it's too late. It's my fault he said. If only I knew how to help people when heart attack came, she could have been alive today.
Well, it's wonderful you were with her when she died. She must be really feeling loved and safe. Because most of people who have lost their beloved may not even see until the funeral. So you are lucky, I said.. I really meant it.
We both were thinking.. About life. WhAt is left behind and what to pursue. He continued reading a book by my favorite author. And I was reading a book who was written by Albom, the author that wrote the book he was reading. I don't think it's just coincidence.
He taught me something last night. Love and beloved.
San fransisco, November 6 '09
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