Strongest Kids with Cancer

these little warrior's

they are the warrior's though tiny by far,

who won't let cancer, change who they are.

to battle this demon, they'll go that extra mile,

with giggles and laughter and great big smiles.

yes these are the warrior's, so brave and so true,

to have one more day, with me and with you.

they are more wise then the years, that they'll never be.

they know words like remission and chemo, needle's and iv's.

this cancer it comes, like a thief in the night,

but these little warriors are ready to fight.

some go to battle and sometimes they don't win,

the pain for them is over but ours just begins.

these little warriors need a drug that will end,

this war they've been fighting, this cancer within.

they need to be able to be children again ,

to laugh and to play with their family and friends.

not lie in a hospital with tubes up their nose,

that's not how the story of these warriors goes.

how can this country have such knowledge on war,

yet we can't end the one, that their fighting for.

by Gloria Collins

CANCER.

I cried when I saw kids with Cancer. I was about to cry. haha. They are the strongest kids I've ever known. I was just keep searching and scrolling, everything about Cancer. I saw a lot of pictures of them, with no hair. But they're still look fine and happy. And that's makes me speechless. Things that makes me proud of them are.. they have strength and courage to fighting cancer I just found a lot of web who talks about Cancer, even allowing them to share their stories. You can check it HERE. There is one story that makes me interested. It was written by a mother for her daughter, Amber, she had Rhabdomyosarcoma. Here it is...

   Amber knew why she was sent to earth. A few days before she died, she called me to her side and told me, "Mom, I KNOW I'm here to help a lot of people." Although she said many wise and wonderful things in her 4 1/2 years, I was astounded. From the moment she was born, I knew I was "chosen" to be Amber's mother but the reason why was unclear. I documented our life together and especially her journey through cancer with recordings, movies, photos, media coverage, her drawings, and a journal. It helped me cope, gave me purpose, and ensured that her life and death would have meaning, even after she died. Having found Bernie Siegel to care for her, I was blessed beyond words. He helped us help her "cross the threshold" between life and death. Her death was miraculous. The moment she stopped breathing, I physically felt God... the Higher Power... the world that we cannot see with our eyes. Amber died on my 27th birthday in 1980. Before she died, she gave me the most precious gift I've ever received: The secret to what happens after our body dies. "Mom, when I die, I'll still be Amber, I'll just be DIFFERENT." Knowing that, I did not "lose a child," she did not "pass away." She simply changed. She is with me now, but different. 

For most of the 30+ years since she died, this "gift" has comforted me, given me the strength to help others, and sustained me as I dug deep to call up the feelings and emotions I needed to write "Embrace the Angel." It is now published and I am ready to, once again, reach out and spread Amber's message of "hope, heaven, and the miracle of life and death." But there is one thing holding me back. It is not her death, it is cancer. It is not the fact that she was "killed," is the the "murderer." I am trying to "wrap myself around" this horrible disease that kills so many of our loved ones. I must find peace and understanding while working to bring people together, raise awareness, and facilitate change in the "Cancer World." But how? Perhaps returning to the moment in time when my "Life Task" is the answer. After she died at home, we took her body to St. Raphael's Hospital in New Haven, CT. Bernie called ahead to make the arrangements. Excerpt from Chapter 14, Crossing the Threshold: "I walked towards the automatic doors, her lifeless body swaying to my step. Beyond the parting doors, I could see a crowd. Nurses, doctors, secretaries, visitors, priests, and nuns had gathered there to pay their last respects to this little girl—their little girl—who had fought so bravely to the very end. At once, I could see I wasn't alone, that they had suffered, too. They had hoped for her recovery, prayed for her life, and watched along with me as she slowly and painfully died. Many were crying. Their grief forced them to turn to each other for comfort. I felt no pangs of sadness or sorrow; I still felt the glory of God. I was at peace, and so was my baby. Dr. Raine, a young intern, directed us to a small room that was separated from the Emergency Room by a curtain. I placed her body on the stretcher and studied it... absorbing every inch... filling my mind with the memory of Amber. "Perfect feet... hands... lips... eyes..." I stopped at the tumor. I moved closer to inspect it. Since she wasn't there and could feel no pain, I shook it. It felt like gelatin: Soft, powerless, sickening. It was enormous; nearly the same size as her head. "How can something so pathetic... so ugly... kill my beautiful little girl?!?!" Just under my skin, seething rage was coursing through my veins. In my mind, I could see a battlefield strewn with the bodies of all the other children who had died before Amber and the bodies of children yet to come. Instantly, I felt as though I'd been injected with a tranquilizer. My hatred gave way to a new understanding. 

"Don't waste your life hating. Your time on this earth is too short. Take her message...take MY message to the world. WRITE THE BOOK. Save the others." I took a vow: "I will." 

In Indonesia it happens too to Gita Sesa Wanda Cantika or Keke, the story told in Surat Kecil Untuk Tuhan(pic above) book and movie. She had Rhabdomyosarcoma, like Amber and the other strong kids. I've thoughts that maybe they're now gathered in heaven, with no cancer. Because God has took it, as Amber's mom said, "It's not her dead, it's cancer". They must be happy now, beside God. I remember when someone write on Twitter that Cancer kids need Barbie with no hair, so they'll never feel alone. And I found this on Google. Well maybe I was too late to write this article, but we're never too late to help them fighting Cancer.

Readers, you can visit this web, YKAKI (Yayasan Kasih Anak Kanker Indonesia)

"I hope there would be a day that cancer is just a horoscope."

(picture was took from Google)

Sungha Jung

he's so cute >,<

Sungha Jung is a professional acoustic fingerstyle guitarist from South Korea. He was born on September 2nd, 1996. He had been watching his dad play the guitar for awhile before he finally jumped on it himself three years ago. He is currently taking drum lessons and teaching himself fingerstyle guitar. He used to not have tabs for the music that he played in his videos (YouTube). He just listen and pick them up directly from the sound source in videos available on the Internet. However, he have started playing with original tabs whenever they are available by courtesy of the author. As of January 1st, 2009 Lakewood(a German acoustic guitar manufacturer) acts as sponsor for his guitar officially.

I watched his videos yesterday for the first time from YouTube then directly download it. And what I can do is just gaping. He is so damn cute and his guitar playing is obviously amazing. I'm wondering if someday I could have boyfriend just like him. Hahaha, that would be so great. I'm sure all the girls who watch his video will melting...<3 This is the first video I watch yesterday and I'm currently download another videos. And I instantly falling in love...with his guitar playing. Well he's not bad actually.

Look at him. Omg...he's so charming and I can't stop staring at him hahaha. Well I don't like to say it, but he's look like my friend-_- Yesterday when I show this video to my brother, he says "Haha, so you like him, don't you?;)" Yes. I admire him because he can play guitar very well. Wondering someday someone will sings to me and propose me with songs Marry You by Bruno Mars. Lol I'm just dreaming.

This is the pic I took from his official twitter, it reminds me to Kim Bum. <3

And this is the videos when he was little, actually he's still little. And here are some videos. I really want to pinch his cheeks<3 I really enjoy those videos.

"Sungha's Guitar"

Don't you want to know what kind of guitar Sungha has been playing?

The First Guitar

When he was 9 years old, he bought a classic guitar made of plywood with his pocket money as his first guitar.It was a really coarse plywood guitar and its price was less than $60. It was like a kind of toy that was hard to tune. You can see the only song played with this guitar.

The Second Guitar

His dad was so surprised at his extraordinary skill with a toy-like guitar and decided to buy a better one. That’s Sungha’s second guitar -- a parlor guitar, Cort Earth900.

Even though it was a small-sized guitar, the size was still a problem for little Sungha.

It was not easy for little Sungha to play with bigger guitar than him. But he started playing seriously and recorded many video.

‘Akaskero’, which made him to meet Thomas Leeb and ‘Blue Moon’ with Tommy Emmanuel, was the song that he played with this guitar.

It sounded better than his first guitar, but he still needed a better guitar that would suit him well. 

BTW, it was hard to decide to make a hand-made guitar for rapidly-growing 9-years-old boy with more $1,000.

However, it was not easy for Sungha’s dad to get him a custom-made guitar, because it would cost him thousands of dollars and Sungha would soon grow out it! 

The Third Guitar

When Sungha’s dad was looking for a better guitar, one famous Korean guitar manufacturer “Selma” proposed to make the custom guitar for him.

Selma sponsored him a small-combo sized “All Spruce” model, and this became Sungha’s third guitar. 

This guitar is also recognized as ‘a signed-guitar’ by his youtube fans. The story is that Thomas Leeb and Sungha became friends after Thomas watched Sungha’s playing his arrangements and invited him to his concert. Thomas Leeb wrote on this third guitar,“Keep on Grooving, To my Friend, Thomas Leeb”. 

This guitar soon became Sungha’s best partner as well as the best friend during his skill grew most rapidly.  

The Fourth Guitar

After sponsorship of Selma guitar. Lakewood guitar company started to sponsor Sungha with their custom-made guitar from 2009. Ulli Boegershausen helped to establish this sponsorship. Nowadays, he is using this guitar. Lakewood is a reputable guitar manufacturer in Europe and Ulli Boegershausen and Peter Finger are using the guitar from this company. Lakewood made a very special guitar for Sungha that fits him perfect, and it took them almost 4 month to complete. The model is ‘Lakewood A48CP’ and its top was made of the European spruce and back/side was of Macasaar ebony. Its specification is the same as his mentor - Ulli Boegershausn’s. It has a highest quality and price in Lakewood’s line-ups. It is among the highest quality and price (5,800 euro) in Lakewood line-ups. Sungha loves this guitar so much and treat it most carefully all the time. Plus, his guitar case also is hand-made one and one of his fans in US gave him as a present. Sungha is grateful for all the people who helped him and you can feel it through his playing.  Enjoy the Lakewood sound with this song ‘Lakewood Song’

(source : sungha's official website)

I am Sungha Jung fans now ^^ Maybe I was too late. He inspire me so much. So, what do you think about him? Isn't he adorable? You should watch his videos! Remember YOLO.

Here is Sungha's official site :

official

http://www.sunghajung.com/

twitter

http://www.twitter.com/jungsungha

youtube

http://www.youtube.com/jwcfree

cafe(club)

http://cafe.daum.net/blueseaJSH

I am not

"I'm not Barbie, you are not Ken

I'm not Juliette, you are not Romeo

I'm not Elizabeth, you are not Mr.Darcy

I'm not Cinderella, you are not Prince Charming

I'm not Bella, you are not Edward

I fall for you and you fall for someone else"

Davy Jones' Locker - Pirate Talk

Now we will have some pirate talk, no I mean... I wanna talk about pirate life! It's interesting for me..

Davy Jones's Locker is an idiom for the bottom of the sea: the state of death among drowned sailors. It is used as an euphemism for death at sea (to be sent to Davy Jones's Locker). The origins of the name are unclear and many theories have been put forth, including incompetent sailors, a pub owner who kidnapped sailors, or that Davy Jones is another name for the devil—as in "Devil Jonah." This nautical superstition was popularized in the 19th century.

-Wikipedia

After watched The Adventures of Tintin : Prisoners of the Sun Captain Haddock, I remember when Capt.Haddock said "Davy Jones' here I come!" Who's Davy Jones? Well, I don't exactly know what's the meaning of Davy Jones' Locker. But, by the rumors, information, and book I've read, it took some words which give more curiosity.

The Land of Death Flying Dutchman Pirate 

Captain of the Ghost Ship Devil Grave in the Sea 

Dangerous Place in the Bottom of Ocean Death Treasure 

Lost in the Sea Black Sailors 

It makes me interested with pirate life! Pirate talk, treasures, ship, wrecks, that was just awesome. Pirate, which we know as a robber at the sea, they looking for treasures and go to the various ocean. I also found another term or words... Such as privateer(sailor with a letter of a marque from a government, letter of a marque is a document given to a privateer giving him amnesty from piracy laws. I don't know what's the meaning of piracy-_-), buccaneer(the term for the privateers who fought against the Spanish), corsair (this term was used for Christian and Muslim privateers in the Mediterranean between 16th and 19th centuries).
 

Do you know what "Avast Ye!" used for? It's a hailing phrase to indicate that the hailed must "stop" and give attention. Keel Haul? This is the act of throwing a man overboard, tied to a rope that goes beneath the ship, and then dragging him from the one side to the other and across the barnacle studded ship's hull and cause great pain and injury. I saw some movie scenes about this, this was a serious punishment.

 

Oh...and Jack Sparrow from Pirate of the Carribeans 5. His acting was amazing and funny... Yeah, Johnny Depp, he was the Mad Hatter too in Alice in Wonderland. Can you see the difference? Yeah, make up. But that was amazing. I was impressed...

 

What do you know about pirate? That would be great if we have some pirate talk.. Pirates Ahooyy!

Happy birthday MOM

Omg I know it's super late post! ..sorry mom

I should have posted it on March 9th 2012, but I don't have enough time to manage this blog.

HAPPY 38th BIRTHDAY MOM!! :D

Sometimes I really hate you

But I really love you as always

I love you so much

Because I know...

Wherever, whenever

You'll always there for me

Always there for support me

Whatever happen

I wish the best on your birthday

Longlife and full of laughter

Your smile....

Brighten than the sun...

Dear mom,

Your love is irreplaceable, I can't give you love as you give me.

I don't remember how does it feels when I still in your belly.

I just hear the stories from our family and friends. They said you always love me day or night. They said you always take care of me, whatever happen. No matter you're sick, you always take care of me, feed me, sing me good night song, and tell the stories. I love you as always...althought sometimes I hate you.

But I promise... I will give you the best as I can, because you worth it.

Someday... I'll make you proud! I promise mom...

I'll do my best!

Only one request...

Always beside me.

quote

" I don't care if you are black, white, straight, bisexual, gay, lesbian, short, tall, fat, skinny, rich or poor. If you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you. Simple as that."

-Eminem

Golden Letter from God

Do you remember when you complain about food you have to eat?

Do you remember when you angry because no one loves you?

Do you remember when someone you like likes your best friend?

Do you remember when you don't get what you want?

What do you think, huh?

ANGRY ! Yes, you're angry.

SELFISH ! No one more selfish than you!

Hell yeah.. It's human weakness. I feel it too, sometimes I just wanna die, I'm feeling alone. Sometimes when I lost my stuff I make fail people around me. If I don't get stuff I want I will scream out loud and angry all the day. Okay I give up, I do I angry, I do I know I'm selfish.

But, don't you know? This is the way God love us, God care of us.

If we are sick, God tell us to take care of our self. And awake us if HEALTHY very important.

If we ran out of money, then we get more money than before. It make us to thank God more than before, because God give us more than before.

If someone hate you, you feeling so sad and angry. But then, God send you people more loves you. :')

I am learning to appreciate what I have.

I'm trying to learn how to love..

I need to start loving my self, because I'm the only person that will always love me back.

For me life is just look like a videogame. Sometimes we feel angry, but sometimes we feel very happy. Sometimes we fail. Sometimes we bored of our life, but sometimes we wish for a longlive. Whatever happen, it must be a message from God. I called it golden letter from God.  Actually, God sent us a letter everyday, but not least we are let them dusty. Im feeling so cruel, why did I make it same like a trash?

Do you ever think that life is awesome? Life is more awesome than a videogame, 90% more awesome, oh well, 100% more awesome!

God hates people who give up.

Don't look back, don't do the same mistakes.

Be yourself, everyone is taken.

Pelajaran Hidup~

this was written in 2011.

“Well is one thing to fall in love

But another to make it last

I  thought we were just beggining

And now you say we’re in the past

Look me and the eye you told me

We are really true

You know is one thing to say you love me

But another to mean it from the heart

And if you done in ten to say it true

Why did we ever start

I wanna hear you tell me you dont wont my love

Put your hand on your heart and tell me its so lover

I wont believe it to you

Put your hand on your heart and tell me that we’d true”

Hand on Your Heart-Dira Sugandi

Alunan piano yang lembut menghantarkan aku untuk terus mendengarkan lagu itu. Bukan sebab karena lagu itu populer. Tetapi lebih karena lagu itu memiliki arti bagi hidupku. Arti hidup yang sangat dalam bagiku. Bagaimana aku belajar tentang sesuatu yang diberikan Tuhan untukku. Selama ini aku hanya menyianyiakan apa yang diberikanNya untukku. Ini bukan tentang percintaan, ini tentang bagaimana aku melihat orang lain yang kurang beruntung, Aku tahu memang tidak ada hubungannya dengan tema di lagu itu. Tetapi bagaimana sang penyanyi ini menghayati lagunya dan bagaimana sang pianis menekan tuts dengan sangat lembut dan mengalir, membuat lagu ini bermakna berbeda untukku.

Ini berawal ketika aku dan keluargaku makan siang di restoran steak di semarang. Aku memesan EXTRA BIG STEAK yang sangat menggiurkan. Ya, bukan itu topik utamanya. Well, ditengah-tengah kami didatangi seorang anak laki-laki seumuranku. Ia menawarkan kue kering buatan ibunya, harganya mahal dan (maaf) bentuknya tidak seperti yang diharapkan. Aku tahu apa yang ada dipikiran orang dan tatapan apa yang akan mereka lontarkan ketika mereka melihat kue itu dengan harga yang tidak setimpal. Mungkin saja mereka akan tertawa dan berkata “Hah?! Kue kaya’ gitu kok dijual?” dan mengolok-olok mereka (korbansinetron-_-). Tetapi, ada yang membuat diriku untuk membeli kue-kue jualannya.

Aku merasa iba. Karena dia tidak seberuntung aku, ia berbicara dengan gagu dan ia memiliki masalah dalam mentalnya. Dengan usaha yang keras dia terus menawari kami kue-kuenya. “Kuenya bu.” Ucapnya dengan lirih, ia mengulanginya berkali-kali. Matanya tidak menatap kami, tetapi tatapan polos pada makanan dihadapanku. Matanya yang lelah seperti mengisyaratkan kelaparan, kemiskinan, dan kesengsaraan yang dihadapi. Dalam hatiku aku menangis. Aku tidak bisa mengeluarkan air mataku begitu saja di depan umum. Aku hanya menahannya. Kalau tidak, orang-orang di sekitarku bisa menertawaiku. Dan aku bisa sangat malu. Aku benar-benar ingin sekali membantunya, akan tetapi aku tidak membawa sepeser pun di dompetku.

Aku benar-benar ingin membeli semua kuenya walaupun harganya tidak setimpal.  Tetapi apa daya? Kali ini aku belum bisa membantunya. Dari lubuk hatiku yang paling dalam aku ingin sekali mengatakan “Aku beli semua kue mu. Kau dan kakakmu boleh memesan apa saja.”. Mungkin ini hal yang agak aneh untukku. Tapi rasanya aku ingin sekali membantu mereka. Bagaimanapun caranya, aku ingin sekali. Tapi yang keluar dari mulutku adalah senyuman dan ucapan “Tidak, terimakasih”. Aku sangat menyesal telah mengatakan itu. Ia meninggalkan kami. Menghampiri kakaknya yang sedang mengemis. Mereka berdua masih sangat muda. Mungkin kakaknya berumur sekitar 14-16 tahun. Dari raut wajah mereka, terlihat sekali kalau mereka lapar dan haus. Tetapi... apa yang bisa dibeli dengan uang yang mereka bawa dan kue yang belum laku? Bagaimana ibunya menanggapi hal ini? Apa yang mereka dapatkan? Apakah mereka mendapatkan caci maki dan amarah? Bagaimana perasaan mereka jika ada orang yang tidak bertanggungjawab merampas semua uang mereka? Bagaimana jika...? Banyak sekali pertanyaan yang ingin aku lontarkan.

Mereka akhirnya membeli sekantung plastik air es. Sebenarnya aku tidak tahu mereka ini membeli atau diberi. Jujur saja, aku tidak berani menatap mereka karena aku merasa sangat bersalah. Aku hanya melihat sekejap. Tidak berani terlalu lama karena aku telah mengecewakan mereka. Aku sangat terkejut, ketika mendengar pemilik toko bersama suaminya mengusir mereka dengan suara yang tidak enak. Aku.. merasa... sangat...sangat...sangat bersalah. Aku bodoh! Aku dungu! Sang pemilik toko hanya berteriak, membentak mereka hingga ketakutan. Aku tidak tahu apa yang aku lakukan jika itu terjadi padaku. Apakah aku akan setegar mereka? Rasanya aku ingin melempar sesuatu ke pemilik toko itu dan membela mereka. Walaupun aku tahu, aku bisa diusir dan ditindak pidana kalau ia tidak terima denga perlakuanku. Tetapi, lagi-lagi yang aku lakukan hanya diam. Apa hanya itu yang bisa kulakukan?!

Blogwalking - My Milk Toof

Hello!
Ah, long time no see guys. Kemarin senin adalah pengumuman nem SD. Yep, rasanya dag-dig-dug-cenat-cenut! Well, hasilnya nggak memuaskan dan kurang maksimal (sangat kurang), but at least, aku alhamdullilah banget masih bisa dapet segitu. :') Paling enggak aku lulus ^^


Ok, back to the topic! Waktu aku blogwalking aku nemuin blog yang isinya unyu-unyu, My Milky Toof by Inhan Lee (about her). From the name, we can conclude what inside the blog! Okay, it's not about bread with jam at the top, or about milk we drink every morning. Yeah, initially I didn't know why she named it like that. And then I know, because she said...


 "When I was young, I placed my baby teeth under my pillow and when i woke up I'd find a shiny new quarter. But whatever happened to those little teeth? Where did they go? Would I ever see them again?
Many years later, a little tooth was standing at my door. It looked familiar. Its name was ickle. Welcome home, my milk toof!"

And yes! It because she missing her baby teeth, I guess. Yeah, this blog has a story. Not just a blog whose contents do not necessarily (just like mine). All the posts have a pic. A pics! A milk toof pics! Yes, a Milk Toof named Ickle and Lardee! She is creative!

She's an author, Inhaan Renee Lee.  The pic that the leaf tucked between her mouth  and nose. I would love to have her book.

ABOUT ICKLE AND LARDEE

Ickle : Smart and curious toof who love to read books. Other interest including cutting coupons, nibbling on furniture, and David Bowie.

Lardee : Is the loveable, slight pudgy toof who can be found following ickle around the house. If in need of a toy, Lardee has a magical red bag 

 with and endless suply.   

Letter for Dearest Dija

This is me from 2018. YA ALLAH????? SEJAK KAPAN AKU NULIS BEGINIAN?😂 WKWKW. Yodahlah bear in mind ya this was written when i was SD/elementary school.

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Specially surat ini untuk Khadijah Putri Nur Aini.


Assalamu'alaikum, Dija...
Seneng banget hari ini Dija udah berumur 17 tahun. Happy Sweet Seventeen Dija!! Surat spesial ini aku tulis 16 tahun yang lalu loh, hebat ya aku? Hehe, iya dong aku bener-bener berusaha menyiapkan ini sebaik-baiknya. Tentu aja khusus buat Dija. Biar ulang tahun ke 17 ini jadi spesial banget.

Dija, kita cuma berbeda 11 tahun lho! Hmm, yah bisa dibilang seperti kakak adik. Tujuh belas tahun yang lalu kamu imut dan unyuuu banget. Pipi kamu yang gembil itu lho. Pengen aku cubitin terus deh. Tapi sekarang temanku yang dulu imut-imut udah jadi gadis yang dewasa. Kalo aku sih awet muda. Hehehe, enggak lah Dija deh yang paling awet muda. Dija kan paling cantik, imut, gemesin lagi.

Waduh, aku bingung nih mau nulis surat kaya gimana. Habis aku merasa seperti nulis ke temen sebaya. Surat ini kayaknya bosenin ya? Kalo bahasa gaulnya sih "gaje". Nggak ada topik yang jelas di suratku ini. Tapi semoga kamu ngerti maksud suratku ini ya?! Saking semangatnya aku bingung mau nulis apa. Bisa dibilang speechless.