Berlakulah baik, bahkan terhadap yang jahat. Karena perbuatan baik akan membungkam mulut mereka bersama dengan kepicikan dan kemunafikannya.

Be Good at least on Social Network

Some on my twitter always keep her hatred by composing many unblessing words, many bad thought and her anger. Still amazed with her, she has no filter on her mouth. Most of her tweets are just for cursing and complaining people. This is the reason why i un-followed her, because she made a bad atmosphere on my time line and its creepy annoying. 

Guys, do you know that every word you say shows the depth of your wisdom and what size of your brain? So what do you think? Smart people don't talk trash.

My Perfect Man

This is how i describe about you, my perfect man.

I love it when i have much time just to staring at you from the corner,
and i can see clearly the way you move, the way you talk to your friends,
seems like i see no one but you.
I love it when i have a chance just to be only with you,
I could share many things i have all day long.

I love it when u ask me to listen to you,
oh i would love to hear your story about the nation, literature, people, and music. Even i can feel the type of music that u like.

I love it when i hear you sing, because no one can sing like you, and the way you dance like a fool.

I love it when i see a red light on my blackberry, and i know its you.
I dont care what am i doing at that time, i would stop just to spend minutes to read your texts.

I love it when u say "dont forget to eat" and when you say dont forget to drink some minerals when i wake up in the morning.

I love it when you make a hole in the mound of my hot fried rice, so the air can come into it, and i can eat it because its not hot anymore.
I love it when i have to eat in a rush just to finish at the same time with you, because u eat real fast.

i love it when i see u laugh, u will raise your nose so i can see the wrinkles in the middle of your eyes, and your eyelash flicks. and your neat teeth. I love it when i see your beaming face, when you are excited about the thing, and you talk much, over and over again just to make sure that i understand.

I love it when you come, with your red St. Ives shirt, and your blue jins. because its so you.
I love it when i see your writing on your binder. And for what so ever sake, your writing is horrible. But i love it.

I love it when you texts me some poem before i sleep. and i can read it everyday.

Guess you are the perfect man for me. Until i realized that you are too perfect to be true.