Louise Needs Clark, not Superman

Maybe this story was really famous. Though I’m not really know about their story, but there is one thing I got from any superhero story. The pattern almost the same, except Batman who never has any love story.

Like the title of this post, Louise needs Clark, not Superman. When someone is in a relationship, whether it’s friendship or marriage, they shouldn’t be superman or superwoman. Every relationship needs responsibility, but it never means we have to be super. Superman is a superhero, he helps people. He seems needed by anyone and he needs no one. But somehow, he still a (half) human. He needs someone to love each others.

Does he looks for wonder woman? No… He choose to be Clark Kent and meet Louise, an ordinary woman. He refuse to be super to be honest that he has human side, he has love to give and needs love to receive. He won’t be a superhero when he needs Louise, because Louise won’t perceived she’s needed by such a superhero like superman. Yeah, everyone need a feeling of being needed by someone else…

When you have friends, spouse, or anyone, be careful of accidentally being a superman. You have to try to make someone else meaningful for you. Don’t make them think that you don’t need them. Remember, Louise needs Clark, not superman. Reversely, Clark needs Louise, but superman don’t…

Blue Diamond

Blue diamond seems like frozen tears turn into strength and beauty… Wish I could be like that…

There’s A Chance

There’s a chance to be good. There’s a chance to learn. There’s a very clear clue, there’s no reason to keep doing a bad thing when you realize it’s bad.

It comes this way bi idznillah. I shouldn’t complain… When Allah wants someone to be good, Allah will tells him/her about his/her inability and minuses.

Now Irma, learn to silence when you don’t need to talk. Keep silent when you may hurt someone. Just learn about hiding your emotion, keep it when it may hurts, share it with its best shape. You have to learn to think about someone else… When you have to feel hurt for a while for the sake of others feeling, think about something those Allah promise to you…

Be Used to Be Good

Maybe I shouldn’t ask, who am I?
I’m new, let me feel it…
Let me enjoy it, let me like it…

I’m changing, and it’s a long progress…
I learn to live this life properly, like a baby how to step their feet and keep balanced

One part of being a good Muslim is being useful for others
I was less on it, let me fix it
It must be a good feeling when you can do something for others
Be used to it…

Be used to be good…
And keep IKHLASH…

My Style

I write with no tags, let it be my style
I write what’s on my mind, with no intervention
Most of my posts are categorized in “ordinary human being” folder

Yes, because I’m just an ordinary human being
I may fail, no matter how hard I try to be success

Allah helps me to be strong, and please pray for me
For anyone who read this, please pray for my goodness
There are many things I shouldn’t tell
But let me get help at least by your pray to Allah

It Shouldn’t Gone This Way

I feel I’ve tried my best, given the best, but this thing doesn’t gone to the direction I expect. Maybe I can complain easily, it shouldn’t gone this way! It should be that way! I want it to be like this and that!

But one thing we have to remember, we try, we struggle, we do our best, but Allah takes the rest… If we’re really doing good, insya Allah the result won’t be bad, though it comes as a failure. We call it bad, but maybe it’s good for Allah…

For things come and gone in my life, for every tears I cry, for every smile from the deepest of my heart, it’s the destiny… Maybe I should learn again when I complain HIS destiny. I shouldn’t deny what HE gives to me. It’s all goodness, though just several eyes can see it.

When it gone this way or that way, I hope I always have strength to accept it and then grateful of not getting something worse. For every bad thing happen to us, there must be something worse than it, but Allah saves us from that worse thing…

Even though it has to gone that way, I may cry, but I know Allah loves me and gives me the best… But still, I want it gone as I expect, and I expect the best…

Empat Bulan

Sudah empat bulan aku jadi istrinya suamiku… Doakan kami terus ya… (Kayak benteng Takeshi aja)

Sebuah Ingin

Entah kenapa tiba-tiba aku berpikir seperti ini… Aku jadi takut kehilangan seseorang yang aku sayang… Walau baru saja aku mengenalnya, walau mungkin aku belum benar-benar mengenalnya, walau mungkin sampai hari ini aku belum menjadi yang terbaik untuknya… Tapi Allah telah menumbuhkan bunga cinta di hatiku…

Aku ingin menjadi istrinya sampai di surga… Aku tidak ingin membayangkan kehilangan dirinya… Aku terlalu takut… Mungkin terlalu bodoh membayangkan hal ini sekarang, tapi aku benar-benar takut kehilangan dia… Semoga Allah menakdirkan aku terus bersamanya dan terus mengumpulkan kami dalam kebaikan, sebagaimana para undangan mendoakan kami pada pernikahan kami…

Aku ingin menjadi istrinya sampai di surga kelak…

One Year Old

When I see archives of my blog, then I see this blog started in October 2008. So it’s one year after that moment, and in exactly same date since the first post. Then it becomes a flashback, my hopes, my dreams, my prays, all things I share with people…

Of course I remember with some themes I’ve ever use. But one same thing: I look for the beauty of simplicity. I remember how I was so excited when I found the theme where I can customize the colors.

I start this blog when I still single, now I’m married. Remembering all things somehow makes me feel those things again… So many things I’ve done in one year, and it’s written here in my pseudodiary…

Thanks for everyone who ever visit this blog. I hope there’s something useful from this pseudodiary…

Pseudodiary? Good words…

Someone Doesn’t Want to Lose You

For many times is my life I feel like people never really expect me in present. It’s okay for me to be with them, but they won’t feel lost when I’m gone. That’s too bad thought…

But then one moment wakes me up, there is someone who doesn’t want to lose me. He said that indirectly, but somehow I can feel it. Though it’s wrong, don’t ever tell me.

When I hear he said that thing, I’m so overwhelming… I asked myself, am I dreaming? But then, when I’m all alone, I cry the tears I hold before. Subhanallah, at last YOU give me someone who’s afraid to lose me… He listens to what I say, he cares about me… YOU give me the best. From all loses ever happen to me, YOU give me YOUR promise. I’ll get someting better than what’s gone.

He teaches me how precious I am. He teaches me to appreciate myself. He teaches me that I can be someone. He learns to read my silent… Subhanallah…

Allahu akbar… The love flowers blossom in our hearts… Bi idznillah…

PS. Reader, please let me express this feeling. Don’t take it hard if you dislike it…