Departure..

Each meeting will have goodbye.
Sooner or later this saying will happen to anyone, including me.
Yes, of course there were tears, of course there is breezy grief.
But I believe all of this will be missed and go back fine.
I'm also a human being, has a passionate longing.
I wanted to be myself, I'm intact.
I am who I recognize, I what I want.
It's no longer all the same, but believe me, this is the best.
Do not hate much less abuse, we have grown.
Is not ready to forget the adult means also volunteered.
We can still meet in real or in prayer.
We can still make each other happy.
In a hug, in laughter, sweet.
This is not a departure, we just both want to achieve the goal.
Please, please do not consider this a farewell.
Only our bodies are separate, but the heart is still interlocked.
My body is no longer with you.
But, let me save the heart.
In order for this difference is not so bumeranguntuk hurt each other.
I went because I wanted to be that I coveted
Why do you always treat me like a toy?
When did you teach me freedom?
Teach me how to forget. Excludes all anxiety, negating all the memories.
In fact patter tears caused only by you.
Teach me how to forget. So I forgot how to cry.
So I forgot how to wail. Because I always knew tears.
I just wanted to laugh.
So my heart, numbness will wound.

Scavenge the Past

You always taught me to scavenge the past.
Forced to touch the back memories.
Stranded in the shadows are you intentionally scratch.
As if the real your figure.
Incarnated as a hero oversleep mordant happiness

In memory of you dragging me slowly.
Towards period which should forget.
Until I was exhausted.
Until I realized, that I'm in permainkan.

Is this how you hurt me?
Is this how you tore my feelings?
What to see the tears that means happy utkmu?
What with incised wound in my heart, it means you win?

Who I own eyes?
Until so hard to release me from jeratanmu.
Is your little doll is forbidden to be happy?
Are you playing puppet who often is forbidden to seek freedom?
Why do you always treat me like a toy?
When did you teach me freedom?

Teach me how to forget. Excludes all anxiety, negating all the memories.
In fact patter tears caused only by you.

Teach me how to forget. So I forgot how to cry.
So I forgot how to wail. Because I always knew tears.

I just wanted to laugh.
So my heart, numbness will wound.


sumber: @dwitasaridwita

I SOMETIMES THINK THAT I COULD BE ALONE

I sometimes think that I could be alone
Really alone, with neither God nor friends.
The people near me then might well be stone:
Just faces on a frieze that never ends
And I would travel in my mind towards death,
A world within a world sealed like a tomb.
My thoughts would be as silent as my breath,
And, like my breath, expire at my doom.

Such thoughts would make me shudder, were not you
A world where I may enter and find rest.
A rock gives way within, and I walk through
To be in laughing eyes a welcome guest.

Thank God I have you, friend, that I might stay
And be as I could be no other way.

sumber: http://www.englishindo.com/2012/01/26-puisi-persahabatan-bahasa-inggris.html

Be grateful..

God created man in one of them to always be grateful, grateful at what God has given each of his people. But it was not all humans always remember to be grateful they always feel deprived when gods always give us what we need is not what we want.
    Behind the lack of sense to always be grateful envy that arises when a person get a windfall of more than God. In the end it turned envy humans always do a variety of ways to destroy what is owned by someone else.

Yet when we die, all titles and wealth separated from us. We are buried in a narrow hole with the clothes they were later to be weathered with age may we all be kept by envy and pride.

"Presence.."

Contains over 9 months
Tired of you know my taste
Tired that you taste it certainly

You endure for the sake of the presence of myself
Every time you mengusapku
Survivors pray that your wishes

Shouts cry sign I was born
Excited all that happiness
You're also happy to see me smile

With his taqdir you're safe
And I survived the struggles
My mother say,,, thanks





sumber: http://cinta-aa.blogspot.com/2013/04/kumpulan-puisi-untuk-ibu-tercinta.html

Assignment 3

1. MEMO IS :

·         a hard-copy (sent on paper) document

·         used for communicating inside an organisation

·         usually short

·         contains To, From, Date, subject headings and Message sections

·         does not need to be signed, but sometimes has the sender's name at the bottom to be more friendly, or the sender's full name to be more formal. If in doubt, follow your company style.

Memo writing is something of an art form. A letter is not a memo, nor is a memo a letter. A memo is a short, to the point communication conveying your thoughts, reactions or opinion on something. A memo can call people to action or broadcast a bit of timely news. With memo writing, shorter is better.

As with all writing, memo writing needs a structure. Because they are short, rambling meanderings will soon destroy the memo’s effectiveness and become a waste of productive time to those that read it and to the person who wrote it.

If you have something longer than a page, it’s better to send it as an attachment or a document that follows the memo used as a cover letter. Never make a memo too long. If someone takes a glance at a memo that appears to be too long, there’s a good chance it will be set aside for a time when they aren’t busy. This can defeat your memo’s purpose which is timely communication.

2. MAIL :

The mail or post is a system for physically transporting documents and other small packages, as well as a name for the postcards, letters, and parcels themselves. A postal service can be private or public, though many governments place restrictions on private systems. Since the mid-19th century national postal systems have generally been established as government monopolies with a fee on the article prepaid. Proof of payment is often in the form of adhesive postage stamps, but postage meters are also used for bulk mailing. Modern private postal systems are typically distinguished from national postal agencies by the names "courier" or "delivery service".

Postal authorities often have functions other than transporting letters. In some countries, a Postal Telegraph and Telephone (PTT) service oversees the postal system as well as having authority over telephone and telegraph systems. Some countries' postal systems allow for savings accounts and handle applications for passports.