I will not praise the times we had
And won't deny that I feel sad
The silence speaks for you and me
While we're dancing
I don't love you anymore
And we're dancing
You're not the one I'm falling for
But we are dancing
Look at what we have today
I can't live without you!
That's not what I want to say
But it seems so true
So many good things that we had
Can't help myself... I feel so sad...
I wish that you would speak to me
While we're dancing
Feb 28, 2007
Feb 27, 2007
saat ini
tenggelam bersama bayang bayang
yang masih saja mendekap erat
diriku
angin hampa
dingin kering
menusuk diriku
bersama sunyi malam ini
saat bulan tak lagi bercahaya
mendung yang menyelimuti
bintang bintang pun tenggelam
bersama senyap alam raya
tahukah dirimu
saat ini
satu kidung rindu
terlantun dari bibir kering ini
untuk mu
yang masih saja mendekap erat
diriku
angin hampa
dingin kering
menusuk diriku
bersama sunyi malam ini
saat bulan tak lagi bercahaya
mendung yang menyelimuti
bintang bintang pun tenggelam
bersama senyap alam raya
tahukah dirimu
saat ini
satu kidung rindu
terlantun dari bibir kering ini
untuk mu
WHAT TEACHERS MAKE
The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life. One man,
a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, "What's
a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was
to become a teacher?" He reminded the other dinner guests what they say
about teachers: "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach."
To stress his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Bonnie.
Be honest. What do you make?"
Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want
to know what I make? (She paused for a second, then began...) "Well, I
make students work harder than they ever thought they could. I make
students sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't
make them sit for 5 without an iPod, Game Cube or movie rental...You want
to know what I make?"
I make students wonder.
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.
I teach them to write and then I make them write.
I make them read, read, read.
I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.
Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were
given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life.
"Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, I can hold my head up
high and pay no attention because they are ignorant... You want to know
what I make?
I MAKE A DIFFERENCE. What do you make?"
"Teachers make every other profession"
a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, "What's
a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was
to become a teacher?" He reminded the other dinner guests what they say
about teachers: "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach."
To stress his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Bonnie.
Be honest. What do you make?"
Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want
to know what I make? (She paused for a second, then began...) "Well, I
make students work harder than they ever thought they could. I make
students sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't
make them sit for 5 without an iPod, Game Cube or movie rental...You want
to know what I make?"
I make students wonder.
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.
I teach them to write and then I make them write.
I make them read, read, read.
I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.
Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were
given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life.
"Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, I can hold my head up
high and pay no attention because they are ignorant... You want to know
what I make?
I MAKE A DIFFERENCE. What do you make?"
"Teachers make every other profession"
Feb 26, 2007
- life -
hanya dalam 5 menit
satu pemandangan yang jarang jarang aku bisa lihat .. seorang wanita yang sedang tekun membersihkan lantai marmet yg sudah kusam .. hanya dengan sikat gigi ..
aku hanya bisa diam .. sesaat dia menatap . dan aku hanya bisa tersenyum ..
tak banyak kata yang bisa aku ucapkan .. aku hanya berdiri diam .. memandang dirinya .. dengan ketekunannya .. pada kerjaan yg sedang dia lakukan ..
begitu banyak pertanyaan yang ada di kepala .. kenapa harus ada dia .. dan kenapa dia ..
aku hanya bisa iba .. melihat dia .. berkaca pada diriku .. dan kepadanya ..
sometimes life seems to be fair .. but only for few people ..
- life -
satu pemandangan yang jarang jarang aku bisa lihat .. seorang wanita yang sedang tekun membersihkan lantai marmet yg sudah kusam .. hanya dengan sikat gigi ..
aku hanya bisa diam .. sesaat dia menatap . dan aku hanya bisa tersenyum ..
tak banyak kata yang bisa aku ucapkan .. aku hanya berdiri diam .. memandang dirinya .. dengan ketekunannya .. pada kerjaan yg sedang dia lakukan ..
begitu banyak pertanyaan yang ada di kepala .. kenapa harus ada dia .. dan kenapa dia ..
aku hanya bisa iba .. melihat dia .. berkaca pada diriku .. dan kepadanya ..
sometimes life seems to be fair .. but only for few people ..
- life -
Feb 21, 2007
confused
ada seribu kata
berserakan
dan diakhiri oleh satu tanda tanya
tanpa ada titik dan koma
- confused -
berserakan
dan diakhiri oleh satu tanda tanya
tanpa ada titik dan koma
- confused -
haruskah
Haruskah ku mati karenamu
Terkubur dalam kesedihan...sepanjang waktuku
Haruskah kurelakan hidupku
Hanya demi cinta yang mungkin bisa membunuhku
Hentikan denyut nadi jantungku
Tanpa kau tahu betapa suci hatiku
Untuk...memilikimu
...
dari satu lagu yg sering kudengar
Terkubur dalam kesedihan...sepanjang waktuku
Haruskah kurelakan hidupku
Hanya demi cinta yang mungkin bisa membunuhku
Hentikan denyut nadi jantungku
Tanpa kau tahu betapa suci hatiku
Untuk...memilikimu
...
dari satu lagu yg sering kudengar
Feb 20, 2007
untuk satu masa
Feb 15, 2007
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