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Kamis, 17 Oktober 2013

my first puber and my first love




My first love , leaving me

My first love begins at a time when I was sitting in senior high school , about 5 or 6 years ago . When I close it , my heart feels comfortable , peaceful and cheerful . With laughter that makes all my problems go away for a moment and strees under my subconscious ... although we are not a school , but my school distance with its pretty close . So I can only see it when going home alone .

Eventually it became my heart ... so abysmally pistil pistil love blossomed in my heart , I do not know about her ? Do have a sense of my taste sama_ like this ... every time I get bored , then I send an sms to her ... every night of the week , he invites me out . Had a farewell dinner when I want to exit the tuk weekly evening , her mama said "do not be late ya " . Wow its like I've been able to green light from her mama " I thought to myself " . Then we were immediately unplug and heading somewhere in coal into port today.

I'm not the kind of man that many , in the sense that I like took my chance with a girl when longer nge - date . Because I was a graduate school bersistemkan religious teachings of Islam and Alhamdulillah I apply in my life . Ever since I went out with , study together , often to make friends at school too , I never hold her hand . Moreover, the other two ... My time is your mind that is just for fun and let it go with the flow .... Because of my new life and a new teens I know love was ashamed and embarrassed wistful when asked my friends about my Saturday night ... various kinds of chatter and their opinion , one I do not pay attention . In fact, some say that I'm stupid and not a gentleman because why not doing the girl ... money runs out and the motor oil ~ dry period can not anything from him , I think weve would diapain ... weve gw pikirin .... Tu lah their comments which I think is like the wind .


Her first love walking straight , after a few months of my love foundered middle of the road . My parents did not approve of the relationship I had with her ​​. I felt dilemma , I felt completely wrong , until its end I finished my relationship dendan her . It feels so heavy , so crowded I think , so its saulit tuk forget her . Would not want I should join my parents' concern , in other words I'm going abroad to eliminate and release the flavor . Two years I was in a foreign country , the end I could only recognize him and his mengikhlaskan to forget all the wonderful memory that I've ever lived before ... " you is not my soul mate and I'm not the one your mate , may god bring a mate who halal for us , until the end of turn a blind eye " .








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There's always gonna be that person who sits right next to your heart. There's always gonna be that special someone that you just can't stop thinking about. They'll keep you up at night. Give you butterflies. Make you want to spend every waking moment thinking about them. But all in all, that's okay. They're worth the time. They're worth it."

Selasa, 24 September 2013

My best friend

.Sometimes I really miss the days I was little were happy. no matter what happened to me .. pocket money, whatever I want to be obeyed, free dining, splurging my time with laughter, even sleeping in the house of my friends at home more often than not it a parent myself, it feels really free it when my little life ...

ismail my name, I was the kind of kid who does not like to be regulated (knowingly was a kid, about 7 or 8 years old). almost every afternoon sent home and shower, get bored and cranky because I did not pay attention to one thing, hmmmm my mother began to get angry with super dipaha pinch, until the red .. because of stubborn, yes that .

the days I spent with my friends, swimming in the river, the main thing I like the most is swimming and jumping from coconut principal jumped into the water ...
when it happens I can not forget.

My little friend called RIDWAN (pictured below wearing a dark blue shirt). her kind, friendly, and easy to talk ..
but once I was a teenager, I rarely see him again, even though our houses are close together. I sometimes busy with school and extra-curricular work again.

sometimes I'm jealous of him because of his ability better than me in terms of women. hmmm 6 years old religious school, so rigid about women. One day I'd like the same woman, apparently because I've been there that preceded him.
anyways it's the story of my first love and my best friend, I think only the wind and let it go with the flow ..







where are you my friend?
I really miss the joy of laughter and banter with you ..
although we can not tell each other and are not adjacent, may allah always protect us and steadfast in the face of life and brave in the face of temptation and become inhabitants of heaven someday .. amen



Kamis, 27 Juni 2013

yuki simpang raya

i have adream








jalan2 ke yuki









Selasa, 04 Juni 2013

pagi dunia,,,

i have adream

Minggu, 05 Mei 2013

majestik...

i have adream.....



Jumat, 19 April 2013

Rabu, 13 Maret 2013

@makan siang di koki sunda



i have adream

Kamis, 21 Februari 2013

good morning indonesia...

aku punya sebuah mimpi... ya itu jadi orang kaya yang gw bisa menaik haji kan mak gw... dan gw punya anak dan bini yang menyenangkan hati/... amin.

Senin, 14 Januari 2013

ya allah jauh kan lah kiamat sebelum aku kemekkah tuk ibadah haji dulu,,,

  • AKU BINGUNG SEKALI SAAT INI KARENA AKU HARUS MEMUTUSKAN SUATU HAL YANG BESAR DALAM HIDUP KU….



    AKU RAGU YANG AKU LAKUKAN INI NANTI MALAH AKAN MEMBUATKU MERASA BERSALAH SEUMUR HIDUPKU, AKU PUN TAK BISA CUMA BERDIAM DIRI SAJA KARENA TAKUT MENGAMBIL KEPUTUSAN.



    HARI HARI KU BERLALU BAGAI DALAM MIMPI, KARENA BANYANGAN YANG SELALU MUNCUL DIBENAKKU. NYATA ATAUPUN TAK NYATA INI SEMUA MEMBUAT KU MENJADI TERINGAT AKAN DIRIMU ITU. PEDIH DAN PILU TELAH KU LALAUI, susah dan senang telah kita lalaui. Tapi akhirnya kau jadi milik orang… betapa hancurnya hatiku ini karena dirimu, sehingga aku tak percaya lagi dengan yang nama nya cinta.

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