It has been a year since I started this blog, and I never realize where the time flies. Friday, July 20.....I was very happy that day, so many friends and family send cards and sms. The point is, I have so many friends who remember my birtdays, it means I am somebody for them who has the meaning for their life, so they decided to keep me in their heart,... I wish.
20072007...its a lucky number (some people think this is a good number, the good combination and total number is 9, 9 is a lucky number in chinese), and of course a good day for me.
I got so many gifts from friends...the gifts, their pray that they hope I will pregnant soon..which that is also my pray for my self.
Friends...Family.... They are important for my life. My life is so colourful because of them.
Thanks to be my friends..my family...and You...My God, Allah SWT.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
This life
I feel that I am not very productive in writing stories. Busy as always be a good excuse to start.
But could be my time management is very poor and unorganize.
Last night, I had a night class which discussed about Indonesian economy.
My lecturer play a documenter video, about the low income workers who works for branded clothesses and shoes. This factory hire these worker and pay with minimum wages. Sometimes they instructed the workers to have long shift overtime, which started form 7 am and works until 7 pm the next time. They only gave the workers a break for 2 hours. They live with a very minimum facilities. The factory is away from the luxury...hot and very humid...and can be very toxid. The class was very quite. All eyes focused on the screen.
I was sad and uncomfortable, and wanted to scream why this life is very unfair to those people.
Why, I always complain about anything, about small thing, while outside of mine, people are struggling to survive. Why? I am still dare to complain about my small things..
God, Thanks for everything...thanks that for the life that you give me....Thanks, because You give me a little boy who always waiting for me, my husband who always give his shoulder to cry on. My parents who never give up on me, who always give a good advise and neverend love. My friends who always be there when I need to..........GOD, THANKS...
But could be my time management is very poor and unorganize.
Last night, I had a night class which discussed about Indonesian economy.
My lecturer play a documenter video, about the low income workers who works for branded clothesses and shoes. This factory hire these worker and pay with minimum wages. Sometimes they instructed the workers to have long shift overtime, which started form 7 am and works until 7 pm the next time. They only gave the workers a break for 2 hours. They live with a very minimum facilities. The factory is away from the luxury...hot and very humid...and can be very toxid. The class was very quite. All eyes focused on the screen.
I was sad and uncomfortable, and wanted to scream why this life is very unfair to those people.
Why, I always complain about anything, about small thing, while outside of mine, people are struggling to survive. Why? I am still dare to complain about my small things..
God, Thanks for everything...thanks that for the life that you give me....Thanks, because You give me a little boy who always waiting for me, my husband who always give his shoulder to cry on. My parents who never give up on me, who always give a good advise and neverend love. My friends who always be there when I need to..........GOD, THANKS...
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