I think everyone must have some points or events that they really regret or wish to change. Those moments sometimes left a deep scar or pain or even hatred that is hard to mend. I do have it. I was brokenhearted, very. Even sometimes I still hate the person who broke my heart, hate the one he's with and hate everything that's got to do with him.
I prayed to God to mend my burns, but it never seemed to go away. It was always there and I didn't know how to make it go away. I was hoping time would help me mend it, but it seemed to keep coming back again. I could never forget.
Until one day I read a hadist that tells of a story of Rasulullah SAW and Fatimah his daughter. I forgot what it said exactly. In it was told that Fatimah was very tired of all her duties as a wife and ask Rasulullah SAW to give her some help for her duties. Rasulullah SAW told her he would think about it. Then when he came back to her he said, "You can read Subhanallah 33x, Hamdalah 33x, and Takbir 33x every time after prayers and if you still feel the burden you let me know". A few days later Fatimah came back and said, "Ya Rasulullah, I don't need a helper anymore, I feel all my tasks are easier to do and I feel happier doing them". That is what I remember. I couldn't exactly say word per word in a beautiful manner and please forgive me if I say it wrongly.
It is the key to open your heart to be ikhlas. Dzikr. Very simple words, won't take you more than 2 minutes. There was also some events that made read Qur'an more often, at least once a day 1-2pages at home. I have been doing it for almost 2 months now. I feel more at peace compared to last time.
After those 2months I searched within my self and I found my hatred distinguished itself. No more I find the burns, jealousy and pain towards him. I still avoid him I do, but at least I have my peace. His name doesn't bother me as much as last time. I think, I finally found my ikhlas in my world. Regarding him, me, and everything else.
They said to heal a broken heart you must find someone else to love. I found someone else to love and I still couldn't heal it. I didn't know that the someone is not "a person" but Allah. Humans can't replace each other, but Allah completes everything. Do your dzikr, read your Qur'an and surrender to Allah. InsyaAllah throughout your worst time, you can always find your peace.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
My Kindle Review
I've had this Kindle for a few months now. I love it sooooooooooo much.
Mine is the latest generation of Kindle with keyboard WIFI. This was the last Kindle with keyboard that they released. I bought the one with advertisements. It did not bother me at all! It only shows when I'm not reading, e.g. when I put my Kindle to sleep, when I browse thru the books menu. When I'm reading it totally shun away.
The harddisk space is only 4GB, but then again you can fit so many books inside it. The batteries can last up to 2months.
My friend bought the newest one, the Kindle without keyboard. It is lighter and smaller. I have tried it as well. Comparatively:
1. New Kindle is smaller and lighter.
2. New Kindle doesn't have the MP3 player, so it is purely for reading. While mine has an MP3 player.
3. New Kindle e-ink is more contrast so the ink looks darker compared to the old one.
4. I prefer my old Kindle buttons to advance the pages compared to the new Kindle. The old Kindle buttons page buttons are pressed inwards, the new ones are pressed downwards.
5. Appearance wise, the old Kindle somehow looks more classic and elegant. The new one is light but somehow looks fragile.
6. The new Kindle batteries can only last for 1month.
I think that's about it. So far I still like my Kindle best and wouldn't trade it for anything :D
My friend bought the newest one, the Kindle without keyboard. It is lighter and smaller. I have tried it as well. Comparatively:
1. New Kindle is smaller and lighter.
2. New Kindle doesn't have the MP3 player, so it is purely for reading. While mine has an MP3 player.
3. New Kindle e-ink is more contrast so the ink looks darker compared to the old one.
4. I prefer my old Kindle buttons to advance the pages compared to the new Kindle. The old Kindle buttons page buttons are pressed inwards, the new ones are pressed downwards.
5. Appearance wise, the old Kindle somehow looks more classic and elegant. The new one is light but somehow looks fragile.
6. The new Kindle batteries can only last for 1month.
I think that's about it. So far I still like my Kindle best and wouldn't trade it for anything :D
Friday, November 25, 2011
Old Man Who Sells Tissues
Here in Singapore, it's very common to find old, crippled, disabled people selling tissues. It has just become an everyday sight so I never really paid attention to it. Yes, they sell small packets of tissue, mostly 4 small packets for 2$. Which is more like a donation. And YeS, they have to be licensed to do that.
So yesterday I was sitting inside the bus and this old man with one trolley of tissues came into the bus. He is old, thin and weary. His trolley kept on going back and forth following the bus movement and he doesn't have the strength to hold it still.
I felt sad, it felt so wrong for a man so old to be working so hard. Why does he have to travel far just to sell tissues? Can't he just go downstairs his block to a coffeshop nearby and sell it there? At that moment I started counting my blessings, I felt ashamed of myself.
This old man sells tissue because he needs money, and he'll do anything just to survive. While I at times, sitting comfortably in front of my computer and I still complain. I am sure I earn more than him, and I still complain it's not enough. I am young and healthy and sometimes I've got no passion to work. I only need to sit in front of my computer, do my task and go home. No hard labor, nothing.
I understood why Sporeans are such complainers. They always to compare to better countries better people better times. They never look down and compare, they despised when they look down and they always demand better things. They are people who are crippled by their own comfort. At that moment I prayed,
Ya Allah, make me always your humble servant who's always thankful, never make me a person who always look up instead of looking down, stop me from complaining, if I were to rise higher always remind me where my feet are and help me to always strive to do my best in everything.
I'll feel ashamed if I account lesser than this old man. I'll feel ashamed if I had all the possibility in life and I do nothing but complain. No more will I complain of my tight budgeting, how much I need to save, how much I need to give up. I'll do my best to manage. No more will I complain of my boring work, and envy those with better work, better salary. Everything has its own blessings. This one is the one I choose for the moment.
So yesterday I was sitting inside the bus and this old man with one trolley of tissues came into the bus. He is old, thin and weary. His trolley kept on going back and forth following the bus movement and he doesn't have the strength to hold it still.
I felt sad, it felt so wrong for a man so old to be working so hard. Why does he have to travel far just to sell tissues? Can't he just go downstairs his block to a coffeshop nearby and sell it there? At that moment I started counting my blessings, I felt ashamed of myself.
This old man sells tissue because he needs money, and he'll do anything just to survive. While I at times, sitting comfortably in front of my computer and I still complain. I am sure I earn more than him, and I still complain it's not enough. I am young and healthy and sometimes I've got no passion to work. I only need to sit in front of my computer, do my task and go home. No hard labor, nothing.
I understood why Sporeans are such complainers. They always to compare to better countries better people better times. They never look down and compare, they despised when they look down and they always demand better things. They are people who are crippled by their own comfort. At that moment I prayed,
Ya Allah, make me always your humble servant who's always thankful, never make me a person who always look up instead of looking down, stop me from complaining, if I were to rise higher always remind me where my feet are and help me to always strive to do my best in everything.
I'll feel ashamed if I account lesser than this old man. I'll feel ashamed if I had all the possibility in life and I do nothing but complain. No more will I complain of my tight budgeting, how much I need to save, how much I need to give up. I'll do my best to manage. No more will I complain of my boring work, and envy those with better work, better salary. Everything has its own blessings. This one is the one I choose for the moment.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Paket-Paket yang Kesasar
Gw adalah orang yang seneng belanja online. Soalnya ga perlu cape muter-muter tinggal klak klik klak klik tiba2 udah sampe rumah aja itu barang. Tapi memang ada beberapa resiko berbelanja online, seperti: ukuran tidak pas, barang nyasar dll.
Nah sudah 2x terjadi drama "paket". Agak menyebalkan sih pas ngalamin, tapi lucu kalo udah berlalu.
Kasus ke 1
Drama "paket" pertama terjadi sekitar 1 thn lalu. Gw beli barang dari OLS. Berhubung tinggalnya di Singapur jd nitip ke temen yg mau ksini, otomatis dikirimnya ke rumah dia dong. OLS ini bisa dibilang langganan lah. Udah beberapa kali beli sama dia biasanya dikirim ke apartemen Ibu di Jakarta. Jadi bisa dibilang dia udah punya alamat dan kontak tetapnya. Gw blg sm si OLS ownernya yg sekali ini aja dikirim ke Bandung, ke alamat yg berbeda. Setelah transfer, dia kirim barangnya, katanya sampai dalam 3 hari kira-kira. Selang 3 hari tanya ke teman di Bandung katanya dia belum terima. Terus gw cek di website tracking nya tulisannya "3 times unsuccessful delivery attempt". Pas tanya ke teman dia bilang selalu ada orang di rumah dan ga ada tuh yang nganter barang. Berikutnya telpon ke kurir servisnya eh malah dimarahin sm mbak2nya, "Mbak, kita udah 3 kali nyoba nganter gagal terus ga ada orang di rumah, kalo gagal lagi kita kembalikan mbak ke pengirimnya". Lah wong ga ada yg dateng nganter barang, gimana bisa bilang ga ada orang di rumah?
Anyway, 2 hari berlalu kata teman gw tetep ga ada yg nganter paket, jadinya gw cek lagi ke websitenya. Disitu ditulis, "package delivered". Loh, nyasar ke mana itu paket? Kembali gw telepon si kurir servis, dan dia mengkonfirm kalo itu paket udh diterima sama orang yg bernama Mahdi. Ih itu orang tega banget sih, ngambil barang yg bukan haknya dia (pikiran gw waktu itu). Terus gw hubungi si OLS owner nya, komplen itu barang nyasar. Terus gw tanya alamat yg waktu itu dia kasih sama no telpon yg bisa dihubungi bener ga? Dia bilang dia kasih alamat yg gw kasih kok tapi ternyata nomer telpon yg dia kasih ke kurir servis adalah... nomer telepon nyokap :|.
Gw telepon nyokap, terus nyokap bilang, "Oiya, waktu itu ada yang nelepon nanya alamat kamu di Bandung, ibu kasih aja alamatnya ibu kos yg lama (sekarang kosan adek gw)". Setelah gw pikir-pikir lagi, nama Bapak Kos gw kan MAHDI hahahahaahaha. Setelah itu telepon ex kostan, kata ibu kos emang ada waktu itu paket dateng atas nama gw, trus dikasih ke adek gw. Nah si adek gw yg dodol kagak konfirm ke gw, disimpen aja itu paket. Pas gw tanya ke dia dia cm menjawab dengan lempeng, "Iya ada paket noh buat lo, gw bingung kenapa dikirim kesini". *sigh*.
Kesimpulan cerita pertama: Paket nyasar ke rumah ibu kos karena SALAH nomer telepon, dan orang yg nerima (adek gw) ga konfirmasi.
Kasus ke 2
Kasus yang kedua baru aja kejadian. Nah, kali ini adalah pembelian pertama dari si OLS. Setelah transfer gw sms orangnya konfirm pembayaran. Ga dibales. 3 hari kemudian gw tanya lagi, ga dibales.. Wiken gw kan sakit, jd hari Senen gw tanya lagi via FB dan dia bilang udah dikirim tgl seminggu sebelumnya dengan nomer resi XXXXXXXXXXXX. Wat? Seminggu masa ga nyampe2??? Bandung Jakarta gitu lowh. Gw tracking dong dari websitenya gagal, "invalid number". Kali ini gw agak grogi soalnya akhir-akhir ini lg marak penipuan OLS owner bilang udah dikirim tapi barang belum dikirim. Mana ini kali pertama gw purchase pula. Tapi gw sih insyaAllah yakin toko ini ga akan nipu. Jadi pasti terjadi miss di ujung penghantaran atau penerimaan.
Gw telepon si suami minta tolong teleponin ke kurir service buat ngecek status barang. Setelah dia ngecek, kata suami itu barang udah sampai dengan selamat di rumah diterima sm Nur (yang mana adalah Lek nya). Terus dia telepon rumah, katanya ada paket dateng tapi buat ipar gw. Suami gw dengan pede bilang ah paling salah naro, itu harusnya paket kamu. Gw konfirm ke ipar gw, dia bilang, "Bukan Ji, itu emang paket gw. Justru orang rumah ngira itu paket lo tapi namanya kan nama gw." Bingung dong gw...
Gw telepon lagi suami:
Gw: "Yah, itu bukan paket gw, kata Kiki itu beneran punya dia, jadi paket gw mana?
Suami: (ngotot) "Gw konfirm ke kurir service pake nomer yang kamu kasih itu udah sampe. Jadi harusnya itu paket kamu"
Gw: "Beda yah, dia itu kurirnya beda, jadi ga mungkin mixed up"
(suami terdiam)
Suami: "Eh, apa jangan-jangan paket kamu udah sampe dari minggu lalu dan kucemplungin ke koper ya"
(yang bener ajeeeeeee)
Gw: "AH!!! Cek gih! Jangan gw udah ribut ke seantero dunia tapi paketnya ternyata selama ini nongkrong di kamar lo!!"
(Beberapa menit kemudian)
Suami: "Hehe ibu, ternyata ada di koperku. Aku samar2 ingat suatu malam aku pulang cape banget ada paket buat kamu. Jd kucemplungin aja langsung ke koper buat dibawa ke Singapur"
Kesimpulan: Paket kedua ga nyasar, cuma gara2 orang yg APATIS jadinya itu paket seakan kesasar.
Nah sudah 2x terjadi drama "paket". Agak menyebalkan sih pas ngalamin, tapi lucu kalo udah berlalu.
Kasus ke 1
Drama "paket" pertama terjadi sekitar 1 thn lalu. Gw beli barang dari OLS. Berhubung tinggalnya di Singapur jd nitip ke temen yg mau ksini, otomatis dikirimnya ke rumah dia dong. OLS ini bisa dibilang langganan lah. Udah beberapa kali beli sama dia biasanya dikirim ke apartemen Ibu di Jakarta. Jadi bisa dibilang dia udah punya alamat dan kontak tetapnya. Gw blg sm si OLS ownernya yg sekali ini aja dikirim ke Bandung, ke alamat yg berbeda. Setelah transfer, dia kirim barangnya, katanya sampai dalam 3 hari kira-kira. Selang 3 hari tanya ke teman di Bandung katanya dia belum terima. Terus gw cek di website tracking nya tulisannya "3 times unsuccessful delivery attempt". Pas tanya ke teman dia bilang selalu ada orang di rumah dan ga ada tuh yang nganter barang. Berikutnya telpon ke kurir servisnya eh malah dimarahin sm mbak2nya, "Mbak, kita udah 3 kali nyoba nganter gagal terus ga ada orang di rumah, kalo gagal lagi kita kembalikan mbak ke pengirimnya". Lah wong ga ada yg dateng nganter barang, gimana bisa bilang ga ada orang di rumah?
Anyway, 2 hari berlalu kata teman gw tetep ga ada yg nganter paket, jadinya gw cek lagi ke websitenya. Disitu ditulis, "package delivered". Loh, nyasar ke mana itu paket? Kembali gw telepon si kurir servis, dan dia mengkonfirm kalo itu paket udh diterima sama orang yg bernama Mahdi. Ih itu orang tega banget sih, ngambil barang yg bukan haknya dia (pikiran gw waktu itu). Terus gw hubungi si OLS owner nya, komplen itu barang nyasar. Terus gw tanya alamat yg waktu itu dia kasih sama no telpon yg bisa dihubungi bener ga? Dia bilang dia kasih alamat yg gw kasih kok tapi ternyata nomer telpon yg dia kasih ke kurir servis adalah... nomer telepon nyokap :|.
Gw telepon nyokap, terus nyokap bilang, "Oiya, waktu itu ada yang nelepon nanya alamat kamu di Bandung, ibu kasih aja alamatnya ibu kos yg lama (sekarang kosan adek gw)". Setelah gw pikir-pikir lagi, nama Bapak Kos gw kan MAHDI hahahahaahaha. Setelah itu telepon ex kostan, kata ibu kos emang ada waktu itu paket dateng atas nama gw, trus dikasih ke adek gw. Nah si adek gw yg dodol kagak konfirm ke gw, disimpen aja itu paket. Pas gw tanya ke dia dia cm menjawab dengan lempeng, "Iya ada paket noh buat lo, gw bingung kenapa dikirim kesini". *sigh*.
Kesimpulan cerita pertama: Paket nyasar ke rumah ibu kos karena SALAH nomer telepon, dan orang yg nerima (adek gw) ga konfirmasi.
Kasus ke 2
Kasus yang kedua baru aja kejadian. Nah, kali ini adalah pembelian pertama dari si OLS. Setelah transfer gw sms orangnya konfirm pembayaran. Ga dibales. 3 hari kemudian gw tanya lagi, ga dibales.. Wiken gw kan sakit, jd hari Senen gw tanya lagi via FB dan dia bilang udah dikirim tgl seminggu sebelumnya dengan nomer resi XXXXXXXXXXXX. Wat? Seminggu masa ga nyampe2??? Bandung Jakarta gitu lowh. Gw tracking dong dari websitenya gagal, "invalid number". Kali ini gw agak grogi soalnya akhir-akhir ini lg marak penipuan OLS owner bilang udah dikirim tapi barang belum dikirim. Mana ini kali pertama gw purchase pula. Tapi gw sih insyaAllah yakin toko ini ga akan nipu. Jadi pasti terjadi miss di ujung penghantaran atau penerimaan.
Gw telepon si suami minta tolong teleponin ke kurir service buat ngecek status barang. Setelah dia ngecek, kata suami itu barang udah sampai dengan selamat di rumah diterima sm Nur (yang mana adalah Lek nya). Terus dia telepon rumah, katanya ada paket dateng tapi buat ipar gw. Suami gw dengan pede bilang ah paling salah naro, itu harusnya paket kamu. Gw konfirm ke ipar gw, dia bilang, "Bukan Ji, itu emang paket gw. Justru orang rumah ngira itu paket lo tapi namanya kan nama gw." Bingung dong gw...
Gw telepon lagi suami:
Gw: "Yah, itu bukan paket gw, kata Kiki itu beneran punya dia, jadi paket gw mana?
Suami: (ngotot) "Gw konfirm ke kurir service pake nomer yang kamu kasih itu udah sampe. Jadi harusnya itu paket kamu"
Gw: "Beda yah, dia itu kurirnya beda, jadi ga mungkin mixed up"
(suami terdiam)
Suami: "Eh, apa jangan-jangan paket kamu udah sampe dari minggu lalu dan kucemplungin ke koper ya"
(yang bener ajeeeeeee)
Gw: "AH!!! Cek gih! Jangan gw udah ribut ke seantero dunia tapi paketnya ternyata selama ini nongkrong di kamar lo!!"
(Beberapa menit kemudian)
Suami: "Hehe ibu, ternyata ada di koperku. Aku samar2 ingat suatu malam aku pulang cape banget ada paket buat kamu. Jd kucemplungin aja langsung ke koper buat dibawa ke Singapur"
Kesimpulan: Paket kedua ga nyasar, cuma gara2 orang yg APATIS jadinya itu paket seakan kesasar.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Cholesterol
Last Saturday I did my medical check up. Of course hoping that everything turns out normal. I received my blood test yesterday and I didn't expect the results. My LDL cholesterol is already on the middle borderline high. Total cholesterol level is 222, while normal level is 200. High is when it's more than 239. Lucky I did my ecg, which turns out normal. Which means so far I got no problem with my heart yet but it will become a problem if I don't change my lifestyle. I suspect it's more of an hereditary thing. Some People with my type of lifestyle might be having normal cholesterol levels because genetically they are able to process it well.
It's quite of a shock for me which means I got to change all my eating habits, my snacks, everything I use, everything I eat.
All the web said it's not so hard. I only need to limit my type of carbo intake, e.g. Change rice to wheat oatmeal brown rice etc or eat very small amount of rice.
Drink low fat milk, or soy milk. Change my oil to olive oil or canola oil, change my margarines to the ones without trans fats. Change my santan to low fat milk. But I can still use all other ingredients.
But I barely can eat things like ready to cook nuggets, meatballs I gotta choose carefully, etc. Lots and lots and lots of fruits and veggies. And I guess no more unhealthy snack for me for at least a few months ahead. My most unhealthy snack can only be oven roasted peanuts :|.
Oh well, it seems my carefree youth day is over for me. A hint for me to do more exercise and lose weight.
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It's quite of a shock for me which means I got to change all my eating habits, my snacks, everything I use, everything I eat.
All the web said it's not so hard. I only need to limit my type of carbo intake, e.g. Change rice to wheat oatmeal brown rice etc or eat very small amount of rice.
Drink low fat milk, or soy milk. Change my oil to olive oil or canola oil, change my margarines to the ones without trans fats. Change my santan to low fat milk. But I can still use all other ingredients.
But I barely can eat things like ready to cook nuggets, meatballs I gotta choose carefully, etc. Lots and lots and lots of fruits and veggies. And I guess no more unhealthy snack for me for at least a few months ahead. My most unhealthy snack can only be oven roasted peanuts :|.
Oh well, it seems my carefree youth day is over for me. A hint for me to do more exercise and lose weight.
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Monday, June 27, 2011
Religious Tolerance
I happen to spend my childhood in Aceh. Where the majorities are moslem, we practiced Islamic law tightly and where they call nonMoslem as infidels. It also happens that I have one very best friend at that time which is a Christian and he was a very good Christian indeed. When we were kids, his dream was to become a pastor. He said to serve his God. I always associated pastors with unmarried, and poor, which is not the case apparently. At that time, I asked him is that the only way you can serve your God, you know, becoming a pastor. By becoming an engineer or scientist, you can also still serve your God, can't you? At that time, he insisted on becoming a pastor.
It is not very common for a young Moslem girl to have a young Christian boy as her best friend at that time. Because in school we were all taught that Christians and Jews will forever be our enemies, and that they will use all tricks to make you fall. We were told of the horrible things they do to convert us to become them.
I maybe am one of the careless people in the world. If I see it's not dangerous I would just go through with it despite what everyone says. Then we became best friends, until we grow up. I dated one of his other best friend, and if there is anything I can't tell anyone, I tell him and vice versa. He holds my darkest secret, and I hold his. Some things he can boldly do which I could not. There are things I admire about him and which makes me so calm whenever I'm around him. No people, it's not love, it's compassion. Even after I moved to Jakarta, Bandung, Singapore, and he roams Jogjakarta, Manila and Jakarta we still kept in touch. Sometimes I wonder why I could never have such relationship with a fellow Muslim. We respect each other and kept religious issues at bay. I pray, and he sings. Rasulullah never taught us to hate nonbelievers, but to stood our ground firm whenever anyone disturb our beliefs.
Now I'm married and he's married. I'm quite close with the wife. Guess what, he didn't become a pastor in the end. He married one! hahahaha. Apparently in Christian, girls can also become some sort of a pastor, who dedicated their life to religion and work in the church. He took my advice and become a chemical engineer in the end, and work in an oil company. After we got married and he got busy then things started to change. But strangely I don't hate him for it... because I know.. he'll always be my friend.
And from him, I've learned the lesson of religious tolerance that everyone is fighting for. Through friendship.
It is not very common for a young Moslem girl to have a young Christian boy as her best friend at that time. Because in school we were all taught that Christians and Jews will forever be our enemies, and that they will use all tricks to make you fall. We were told of the horrible things they do to convert us to become them.
I maybe am one of the careless people in the world. If I see it's not dangerous I would just go through with it despite what everyone says. Then we became best friends, until we grow up. I dated one of his other best friend, and if there is anything I can't tell anyone, I tell him and vice versa. He holds my darkest secret, and I hold his. Some things he can boldly do which I could not. There are things I admire about him and which makes me so calm whenever I'm around him. No people, it's not love, it's compassion. Even after I moved to Jakarta, Bandung, Singapore, and he roams Jogjakarta, Manila and Jakarta we still kept in touch. Sometimes I wonder why I could never have such relationship with a fellow Muslim. We respect each other and kept religious issues at bay. I pray, and he sings. Rasulullah never taught us to hate nonbelievers, but to stood our ground firm whenever anyone disturb our beliefs.
Now I'm married and he's married. I'm quite close with the wife. Guess what, he didn't become a pastor in the end. He married one! hahahaha. Apparently in Christian, girls can also become some sort of a pastor, who dedicated their life to religion and work in the church. He took my advice and become a chemical engineer in the end, and work in an oil company. After we got married and he got busy then things started to change. But strangely I don't hate him for it... because I know.. he'll always be my friend.
And from him, I've learned the lesson of religious tolerance that everyone is fighting for. Through friendship.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Tantrum
It's really frustrating to see my 1.5yr old throwing tantrums. Whenever she wants something but she couldn't say it. Whenever she wants something that I couldn't wouldn't give. She would scream, kick, cry for as long as she can.
But I too throw tantrums. I get angry whenever I couldn't have what i want. I put on silence mode as long as I can, I can stand not talking for days months even years. I can cry in my sleep cursing. I can hate for no reason at all. Those are adult's tantrums. Like boys will always be boys, us girls will always be girls.
Whenever she throws tantrum I would just leave her be. Within minutes, hours, she'll be fine. Whenever I throw tantrum, only time will heal. Can be days, months, years.
Us humans will never be satisfied. It's like satisfaction is on the brink of extinction. Just like kids who can't have everything they want. We adults can't have everything we want either. Just like them we get angry.. We cry and we hate even.
I hate some people who seems to have everything I want. They have my dream life, they married with the person that I loved, they seemed happy! Then I hate them for being so!
They do nothing wrong, it's just me being a child who got angry because they have it and I don't. If this was my daughter, she would sleep on it and she'll forget about it the next day. Girl, how I wish I was you.. Crying over something and got over it the next day.
I believe this is a process she needs to go thru. That she just can't have everything. Hopefully she can become a better person.
Now I feel that I am as childish as she is. It's true, being a parent makes u see yourself in a different way. I see myself in her, and promise that I will grow with her each day so we both be a better person in this life.
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But I too throw tantrums. I get angry whenever I couldn't have what i want. I put on silence mode as long as I can, I can stand not talking for days months even years. I can cry in my sleep cursing. I can hate for no reason at all. Those are adult's tantrums. Like boys will always be boys, us girls will always be girls.
Whenever she throws tantrum I would just leave her be. Within minutes, hours, she'll be fine. Whenever I throw tantrum, only time will heal. Can be days, months, years.
Us humans will never be satisfied. It's like satisfaction is on the brink of extinction. Just like kids who can't have everything they want. We adults can't have everything we want either. Just like them we get angry.. We cry and we hate even.
I hate some people who seems to have everything I want. They have my dream life, they married with the person that I loved, they seemed happy! Then I hate them for being so!
They do nothing wrong, it's just me being a child who got angry because they have it and I don't. If this was my daughter, she would sleep on it and she'll forget about it the next day. Girl, how I wish I was you.. Crying over something and got over it the next day.
I believe this is a process she needs to go thru. That she just can't have everything. Hopefully she can become a better person.
Now I feel that I am as childish as she is. It's true, being a parent makes u see yourself in a different way. I see myself in her, and promise that I will grow with her each day so we both be a better person in this life.
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