Half Day Recording

Too excited to did it. On May 5, We went to Artee Recording Studio at 5.30 p.m whereas we had appoinment at 6 p.m, and of course we got stuck on traffic jam! Approximately we arrived at 7 p.m. Then when we entered the studio, taraaa..!! the lights off!! what!? One kind of surprised --" So, we had dinner together while waiting the lights on. We started at 8 p.m. I thought we just did one shift (6hours) on recording, and something like we must do faster, do the best, cause we had limited time and the dark night coming soon.

I did lot of fun with them. We had eating together cause suddenly we had midnight starving. We went to Sevel, to buy some snack, noodle, and water. We took instruments and voice one by one, meanwhile  others slept there on carpet, and sofa during waiting each turn. We did it for 2 shifts actually, and we come back home at 8 a.m. What a tiring day, a sleepy day, but the happiest of the day.

YOURS. Our first song that become the name of our Band. YOURS is YOUth gloRiouS. It means the spirit of youth for praise the Lord, and always give the best everywhere. We just try give from our deeply heart. We still learn more and more. Our mission is just hoping person who listen us can get something, can enjoy, and maybe it can make person come back to Him. YOURS as our title song means cause we all GOD'S. All we have is from Him, and we are YOURS(God's). Your talent is God gift to you, what do you do with it is your gift back to God. I'm YOURS. We all YOURS, forever . . .

YOURS

by Ferdinand Alexander

Beautiful Saviour

A heart loving Father

You call me your own

You gave your only son for me

Who am I, that You love me

Like no one else do

The love that you give

With the blood that You shed on the cross

Forever I’m Yours

And I..

I belong to You

And I, surrender everyhting

Give it all to You

Take my life and let it be all Yours

I will sing my love to You

I will be faithful

Forever I am Yours

If you wanna listen our single, kindly direct message and the song will be sent later. 
thank you. God Bless You

Married or not, you should read this...

(This story is being copied from a website)

Married or not, you should read this...

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions.. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

Many of life’s failures are people who didn't realize how close they were to success, when they gave up."

Starting Again

Suddenly I miss writing. Since long time never posting, I was little surprise that blogger has new look. This semester was killing me. I do lot of tasks, and follow two activities as crew. Sometimes I feel tired, I can't pass this. Even until now, I feel hard to manage my own schedule. Sometimes have no spirit, and feel it's not like me. Sometimes feel dissappointed with peoples. Sometimes I prefer be alone for recharge myself ; stay in my room, or walking around although only enjoy with chocolate and coffee.

Not much has changed since five months later. Problems are problems. I just do believe Him, and put faith on Him. Sometimes I feel like fragile. Sometimes smile doesn't mean happy, and crying doesn't mean weak. Sometimes smile is crying muffled, and crying is the last power. Do you believe miracle? Yes, I am. Cause nothing is impossible. You know what's the key? For me, just try and do the best in every step you take. Chat with Him always make relieve when you're down.

Sometimes I feel in jealousy in everything, but when one point like someone tell you that you're so precious, and stop comparing yourself to others, you feel so much grateful. Grateful although you're sad is the hard time, but you must do that. I just hope everything gonna be alright even everything seems messy and tense.

"When a new day begins, dare to smile gratefully. When there is darkness, dare to be the first to shine a light. When there is injustice, dare to be the first to condemn it. When something seems difficult, dare to do it anyway. When life seems to beat you down, dare to fight back. When there seems to be no hope, dare to find some. When you’re feeling tired, dare to keep going. When times are tough, dare to be tougher. When love hurts you, dare to love again. When someone is hurting, dare to help them heal. When another is lost, dare to help them find the way. When a friend falls, dare to be the first to extend a hand. When you cross paths with another, dare to make them smile. When you feel great, dare to help someone else feel great too. When the day has ended, dare to feel as you’ve done your best. Dare to be the best you can – At all times, Dare to be!” 

― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

Life is an opportunity, benefit from it. Life is beauty, admire it. Life is a dream, realize it. Life is a challenge, meet it. Life is a duty, complete it. Life is a game, play it. Life is a promise, fulfill it. Life is sorrow, overcome it. Life is a song, sing it. Life is a struggle, accept it. Life is a tragedy, confront it. Life is an adventure, dare it. Life is luck, make it. Life is too precious, do not destroy it. Life is life, fight for it.” ― Mother Teresa

:)

Bersukacitalah dalam pengharapan

Sabarlah dalam kesesakan

dan bertekunlah dalam doa !

Roma 12:12

Everlasting

I'm only your bad daughter, i'm not nice yet

I'm just ordinary little girl, still childish and naughty

But, it doesn't mean I forget the day

I don't have anything, I just wanna say

Happy Anniversary 27th

May your love stay forever

05.01.1985-05.01.2012

Welcome 2012

Renungan Tahun Baru

Aku belajar diam dari banyaknya bicara

Aku belajar sabar dari sebuah kemarahan

Aku belajar mengalah dari suatu keegoisan

Aku belajar menangis dari kebahagiaan

Aku belajar tegar dari kehilangan

Hidup adalah BELAJAR . . .

Belajar bersyukur mesti tak cukup

Belajar ikhlas meski tak rela

Belajar taat meski berat

Belajar memahami meski tak sehati

Belajar sabar meski terbebani

Belajar setia meski tergoda

Belajar memberi meski tak seberapa

Belajar mengasihi meski disakiti

Belajar tenang meski gelisah

Belajar percaya meski susah

God, I wanna take take a minute not to ask for anything from You, 

but simply to say thank you for all i have.

Christmas 2011

Remember, this December. That love weighs more than gold!~Josephine Dodge Daskam Bacon Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas... 

As usual, Christmas Carol

at Grand Indonesia

with YOURS

Sehari sebelum natal Komisi Remaja GunSa berlangsung, kami sempat mengisi di acara natal di GKI Cipinang Indah, dan... pengalaman buruk itu datang! Soundsystem yang kurang bagus membuat permainan kami benar-benar bisa dibilang kacau :( Padahal waktu latihan, kami benar-benar semangat walaupun dengan jam latihan yang singkat. Tapi yaa at least we had do the best, and He see heart, He knows. Learn for mistake to come earlier to checksound, and next time must be better.

 Drama

(Advent & Natal)
Kaku. Itu yang aku rasakan. Gimana enggak? Ini kali pertama, aku main drama -_- Memerankan seorang cewe jutek aku rasa bukan hal yang sulit, tapi nyatanya? Suara halus, kadang melengking, nada datar, artikulasi ga jelas, padahal dialog juga gak banyak-banyak amat.  Again.. I had do the best, and He see heart, He knows.

Latihan sampai pagi
Ada yang makan martabak.haha

Ada yang tidur. haha

 Ghost Dance (Natal)

 

 Orang-orang hampir tak mengenaliku dengan make-up ala setan ini. haha

Kostum hitam-hitam ala penyelinap dan make up yang (agak) menyeramkan ini sempat membuat anak-anak takut dan menangis. haha

This is Parcel gift from Michael, and I made it as Christmas Card for you all.
Wish you all A Merry Christmas, May the Joys of the season. Fill your heart with goodwill and cheer. May the chimes of Christmas glory. Add up more shine and spread. Smiles across the miles.


Christmas is forever, not for just one day, for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf. The good you do for others is good you do yourself... ~Norman Wesley Brooks, "Let Every Day Be Christmas," 1976

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