16 Januari 2010

When You Say You Love Me

Like the sound of silence calling
I hear your voice and suddenly I’m falling
Lost in a dream
Like the echoes of our souls are meeting
You say those words, my heart stops beating
I wonder what it means
What could it be that comes over me
At times I can’t move
At times I can hardly breathe

When you say you love me
The world goes still, so still inside and
When you say you love me
For a moment, there’s no one else alive

You’re the one I’ve always thought of
I don’t know how, but I feel sheltered in your love
You’re where I belong
And when you’re with me, if I close my eyes
There are times I swear I feel like I can fly
For a moment in time
Somewhere between the heavens and earth
Frozen in time
Oh, when you say those words

When you say you love me
The world goes still, so still inside and
When you say you love me
For a moment, there’s no one else alive

And this journey that we’re on
How far we’ve come and I
Celebrate every moment
And when you say you love me
That’s all you have to say
I’ll always feel this way

When you say you love me
The world goes still, so still inside and
When you say you love me
In that moment, I know why I’m alive
When you say you love me
When you say you love me
Do you know how I love you?



In Her Eyes

She stares through my shadow
She sees something more
Believes there's a light in me
She is sure
And her truth makes me stronger
Does she realize
I awake every morning
With her strength by my side

I am not a hero
I am not an angel
I am just the man
A man who's trying to love her
Unlike any other

In her eyes, I am

This world keeps on spinning
Only she stills my heart
She's my inspiration
She's my northern star

I don't count my possessions
But all I call mine
I will give her completely
'Til the end of all time

I am not a hero
I am not an angel
I am just the man
A man who's trying to love her
Unlike any other

In her eyes, I am

In her eyes I see the sky
And all I'll ever need
In her eyes time passes by
And she is with me

I am not a hero
I am not an angel
I am just the man
A man who's trying to love her
Unlike any other

In her eyes, I am
In her eyes, I am


February Song

Where has that old friend gone
Lost in a February song
Tell him it won't be long
'Til he opens his eyes
Opens his eyes

Where is that simple day
Before colors broke into shades
And how did I ever fade
Into this life
Into this life

And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day

Morning is waking up
And sometimes it's more than just enough

When all that you need to love
Is in front of your eyes
It's in front of your eyes

And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
Sometimes it's hard to find my ground
'Cause I keep on falling as
I try to get away from this crazy world

And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day

Where has that old friend gone
Lost in a February song
Tell him it won't be long
'Til he opens his eyes
Opens his eyes



08 Januari 2010

KEEPING OUR BODY HEALTHY

Having a healthy body is a dream of everyone. The healthy body has a great value and can not be changed with anything. We can not buy it with our money. All you can do is take care of them. There are there ways to keep our body healthy.

The first, do exercise. We have to do exercise everyday, if we want to get a healthy body. It is not a must for us to join a fitness club or pay much money to get a healthy body. We ca do exercise by jogging around our house, cycling or other activities which can burn our fat and it also does not need much money to get the healthy body. It is very advantageous for our body. It also can be done by everyone.

The second., eat the nutritious food. Eat nutritious food is very important for us to keep our body become healthy. There are many kinds of the nutritious food, not only fish and meat but also vegetables, like spinach, tomato, cabbage, etc. We also can get cholesterol if we eat too much meat. And of course cholesterol is not good for our body. Beside that, we also have to eat regularly. Eat there times a day to give the strength for our body.

The last, sleep enough. Sleeping enough is an effort to keep our body become healthy. It is suggested for us to take a rest or sleep after we do all our activities. It is done in order to make our body become fresh again. We should not sleep too late at night or stay up and talk all night because it can make our body become tired the next day. It will make our body become easy to get sick.

The all steps above are the activities that we can do easily. Do exercise; eat the nutritious food and sleep enough are good ways to keep our body become healthy

anita nur hidayah


The Wizard and The Hopping Pot


There was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely for the benefit of his neighbours. Rather than reveal the true source of his power, he pretended that his potions, charms and antidotes sprang ready-made from the little cauldron he called his lucky cooking pot. From miles around people came to him with their troubles, and the wizard was pleased to give his pot a stir and put things right.

This well-beloved wizard lived to a goodly age, then died, leaving all his chattels to his only son. This son was of a very different disposition to his gentle father. Those who could not work magic were, to the son’s mind, worthless, and he had often quarrelled with his father’s habit of dispensing magical aid to their neighbours.

Upon the father’s death, the son found hidden inside the old cooking pot a small package bearing his name. He opened it, hoping for gold, but found instead a soft, thick slipper, much too small to wear, and with no pair. A fragment of parchment within the slipper bore the words “In the fond hope, my son, that you will never need it.”

The son cursed his father’s age-softened mind, then threw the slipper back into the cauldron, resolving to use it henceforth as a rubbish pail.

That very night a peasant woman knocked on the front door.

“My granddaughter is afflicted by a crop of warts, sir,” she told him. “Your father used to mix a special poultice in that old cooking pot –”

“Begone!” cried the son. “What care I for your brat’s warts?”

And he slammed the door in the old woman’s face.

At once there came a loud clanging and banging from his kitchen. The wizard lit his wand and opened the door, and there, to his amazement, he saw his father’s old cooking pot: it had sprouted a single foot of brass, and was hopping on the spot, in the middle of the floor, making a fearful noise upon the flagstones. The wizard approached it in wonder, but fell back hurriedly when he saw that the whole of the pot’s surface was covered in warts.

“Disgusting object!” he cried, and he tried firstly to Vanish the pot, then to clean it by magic, and finally to force it out of the house. None of his spells worked, however, and he was unable to prevent the pot hopping after him out of the kitchen, and then following him up to bed, clanging and banging loudly on every wooden stair.

The wizard could not sleep all night for the banging of the warty old pot by his bedside, and next morning the pot insisted upon hopping after him to the breakfast table. Clang, clang, clang, went the brass-footed pot, and the wizard had not even started his porridge when there came another knock on the door.

An old man stood on the doorstep.

“’Tis my old donkey, sir,” he explained. “Lost, she is, or stolen, and without her I cannot take my wares to market, and my family will go hungry tonight.”

“And I am hungry now!” roared the wizard, and he slammed the door upon the old man.

Clang, clang, clang, went the cooking pot’s single brass foot upon the floor, but now its clamour was mixed with the brays of a donkey and human groans of hunger, echoing from the depths of the pot.

“Be still. Be silent!” shrieked the wizard, but not all his magical powers could quieten the warty pot, which hopped at his heels all day, braying and groaning and clanging, no matter where he went or what he did.

That evening there came a third knock upon the door, and there on the threshold stood a young woman sobbing as though her heart would break.

“My baby is grievously ill,” she said. “Won’t you please help us? Your father bade me come if troubled –”

But the wizard slammed the door on her.

And now the tormenting pot filled to the brim with salt water, and slopped tears all over the floor as it hopped, and brayed, and groaned, and sprouted more warts.

Though no more villagers came to seek help at the wizard’s cottage for the rest of the week, the pot kept him informed of their many ills. Within a few days, it was not only braying and groaning and slopping and hopping and sprouting warts, it was also choking and retching, crying like a baby, whining like a dog, and spewing out bad cheese and sour milk and a plague of hungry slugs.

The wizard could not sleep or eat with the pot beside him, but the pot refused to leave, and he could not silence it or force it to be still.

At last the wizard could bear it no more.

“Bring me all your problems, all your troubles and your woes!” he screamed, fleeing into the night, with the pot hopping behind him along the road into the village. “Come! Let me cure you, mend you and comfort you! I have my father’s cooking pot, and I shall make you well!”

And with the foul pot still bounding along behind him, he ran up the street, casting spells in every direction.

Inside one house the little girl’s warts vanished as she slept; the lost donkey was Summoned from a distant briar patch and set down softly in its stable; the sick baby was doused in dittany and woke, well and rosy. At every house of sickness and sorrow, the wizard did his best, and gradually the cooking pot beside him stopped groaning and retching, and became quiet, shiny and clean.

“Well, Pot?” asked the trembling wizard, as the sun began to rise.

The pot burped out the single slipper he had thrown into it, and permitted him to fit it on to the brass foot. Together, they set off back to the wizard’s house, the pot’s footstep muffled at last. But from that day forward, the wizard helped the villagers like his father before him, lest the pot cast off its slipper, and begin to hop once more.

01 Januari 2010

Ini ada ucapan selamat buat kalian semua................
Aku harap,ucapan ini akan memotivasi kalian buat hidup yang lebih baik,
Tul nggak????


Selamat Tahun Baru 2010............
HAPPY NEW YEAR
Semoga tahun ini lebih baik daripada tahun kemarin....


Musim Perubahan


Selalu ada musim untuk segalanya dan masa untuk setiap tujuan
Masa untuk melahirkan dan masa untuk meninggal
Masa untuk menanam dan masa untuk memetik hasil yang kita tanam
Masa untuk membunuh dan masa untuk menyembuhkan
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Masa untuk menangis dan masa untuk tertawa
Masa untuk berkabung dan masa untuk menari
Masa untuk membuang batu dan masa untuk mengumpulkan bebatuan
Masa untuk memeluk dan masa untuk berhenti sejenak dari pelukan
Masa untuk menemukan dan masa untuk kehilangan
Masa untuk mempertahankan dan masa untuk membuang
Masa untuk mengoyak-ngoyak dan masa untuk menjahit
Masa untuk berdiam diri dan masa untuk berbicara
Masa untuk mencintai dan masa untuk membenci
Masa untuk berperang dan masa untuk berdamai