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menghargai sebelum kehilangan
hargailah apa yang ada pada agan2 sekarang... memang membosankan setiap hari bertemu dengan yang itu2 saja. setiap hari bertemu dengan kerjaan yang sama,setiap hari bertemu dengan pasangan yang sama.. tapi yah itulah hidup. diperhadapkan dengan rutinitas. klo di bilang bosan yaah bosan bro... klo di bilang mau sesuatu yang baru.. yah mata sama telinga ga prnah puas. cewe gw bener2 sayang sama gw., tp gw ga prnah menghargai kasih sayang dia,,... stiap hari ngoceh mulu,stiap hari larang gw ngerokok. kemaren gw ribut gede sama cewe gw.. disitu dy mencoba untuk diam sama gw,sikapnya jadi dingin. yang biasanya gw blom pulang,handphone gw terus bunyi.. sekarang sepi.. waktu gw masuk kamar,, biasanya ada suara yang bilang " jangan ngerokok" sekarang ga ada suara itu lagi.. di satu sisi gw sebel dengan kebawelan cewe gw... tapi waktu suara bawel cewe gw ga ada lagi.. DISITULAH GW merasa kehilangan... disitulah gw baru SADAR kalau selama ini gw mempunyai cewe yang sayang sama gw... bro jangan sampai lu kehilangan apa yang lu punya... karena kebahagiaan,kesempatan itu ga datang 2x...



yg sabar gan..
yg berlalu biarkan berlalu..
ane juga suka ngelarang cowo ane ngeroko gan,
ngerokonya ane batesin emoticon-Big Grin
cewe agan ngelarang juga karena sayang sama agan, kalo cewe agan ga sayang mah agan bakalan di biarin aja mau ngapain, bodo amat gitu.

sabar ya gan.


Written by Laura Jeanne Allen - published in Chicken Soup for the Couple's Soul

My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find.

They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more. They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath.

At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace.

This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparent's game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love - one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life.

Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky enough to experience. Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome an old man he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em." Before every meal they bowed heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.

But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared 10 years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that color so she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside. Now the cancer was once again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they still went to church every Sunday morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore.

For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone. "Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet.

As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins, and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew then that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty. S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.

betul gan, ane udah pernah ngalamin
Kehilangan emg menyakitkan gan

Ane berhasil nyuruh cowok ane buat g ngerokok dgn penuh perjuangan gan, krn ane super bawel plus benci sama rokok emoticon-Big Grin
"... karena seseorang/sesuatu akan sangat besar artinya ketika kita menyadari bahwa kita telah kehilangannya."
Memang gan sekarang ane jg ngrasain,sekarang udah gak ada senyum manis lg buat ane,gak ada yg perhatiin,serasa hidup jd sepi.. Tp tetap berdoa ajaa gan moga dia bisa kembali lagi seperti dlu..
Sama halnya dengan sebelum kita kehilangan Orang Tua gan emoticon-Cool
Ego ya Gan.. kadang kita dibutakan oleh ego dan keinginnan kita... Misalnya gini.. kita pengen banget makan makanan yg kita suka sepuasnya.. padahal ada sisi negatif dari sikap tadi.. tapi karena ego kita.. keinginan kita pengennya kaya gitu.. kita akan condong milih itu. Jadi sama kaya agan ngerokok.. padahal cewek agan udah ngasih tau agan untuk gak ngerokok.. artinya cewek agan kan ngasih masukan positif.. tapi karena ego dan keinginan agan.. jadinya agan lebih pilih mengenyampingkan nasehat dari cewek agan... yg memang dia bertindak seperti itu karena sayang ama agan..

Sama kaya gini juga nih.. karena dari kemarin ane ngaskus dapetnya baca triit yg temanya Bad Boy ama Nice Boy.. ane bisa sambungin Gan..

Cewek itu kebanyakan suka dan tertarik sama Bad Boy.. alesannya kehidupannya lebih menarik.. lebih menantang.. dll.. sedangkan dengan Nice Boy.. menurut pandangan para cewek itu kurang menarik.. karena membosankan.. padahal kalo dilihat dari title nya aja udah jelas.. BAD dan NICE... sangat jelas banget kan artinya.. tapi kok kebanyakan cewek lebih condong BAD BOY emoticon-Bingung (S) terkadang ane pun bingung dengan ini..

maaf agan komentar ane jadi nyambung kemana2.. tapi menurut ane sih masih satu maksud Gan... emoticon-Malu (S)
Alay nih Ketahuan.
Mending Lu hargain ortu dulu dah.
Pacaran Aja Lu gedein
untunglah ane bukan perokok emoticon-Smilie