Grashionize

Back to School Again

2011-05-06T09:04:00.000-07:00

Finally,i've found you "minnie mouse shirt from cupcake"...haha...with happy heart in happy day,i used this style to make my day more fun in it! so take my bag and let's happy walking with my honey...Yeah!!!

Vintage part I

2011-04-14T00:33:00.000-07:00

I love this dress so much. Made by my lovely mum. She's great tailor and also a designer. This dress is so cute.

Oo...wow!!!

2011-03-03T22:34:00.000-08:00

Marie Claire

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net-a-porter

2011-03-03T22:24:00.000-08:00

Girl-stro-logy

2011-03-03T22:20:00.000-08:00

The March issue of Girlfriend came out yesterday,
featuring my new illo for Girlstrology.
Say hello to Miss Pisces!
I hope you like her big fish :)
(That's a great movie btw)
Happy Birthday to all the Pisceans out there!

On a side note -
I bought a bunch of charcoal pencils yesterday,
along with some new drawing paper,
so i'm keen to start experimenting with a different style!
If they turn out okay I might post some of them.
I was thinking of doing some mini print/card sets so hopefully
these will work out well for what I want to do :)

Fashion and Art Randomized

2011-03-03T22:18:00.000-08:00

EdGe of ForeVer

2011-03-03T22:06:00.000-08:00

Following up a seventies inspired shoot, cover girl Anja Rubik takes a spin at the beach life for the April issue of Vogue Australia.

Fashion scene xxx Fashion weekS

2011-03-03T22:02:00.000-08:00

What's in Your CloseT ?!

2011-03-03T21:54:00.000-08:00

- DAILY PICTURES -

2011-03-03T21:49:00.000-08:00

The adventure of Us

2011-03-02T22:30:00.000-08:00

So amazing....just that's words can explain how enjoyed me with my best friend when we are going to find comfort place to take many photo of us....there's only me and her...no other friends...

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Avoid cropped tops and jackets

2010-12-26T23:17:00.000-08:00

Blair - Gossip Girl

2010-12-20T22:59:00.000-08:00

Leighton Meester

2010-12-20T22:52:00.000-08:00

Miroslava Duma

2010-12-20T22:36:00.000-08:00

Winter Fall 2010 - The End

2010-12-20T22:11:00.000-08:00

“Cinta Pertamaku Pada Sony Ericsson Walkman Phone”

2010-12-16T00:11:00.000-08:00

Diambil dari Kisah Nyata

Hmm…Hari ini aku pengen berbagi sama kalian semua lewat postingan di blog ku. Ini kisah nyata lho!!! Alias pengalaman pribadiku sama Sony Ericsson Walkman Phone. Hari gini ya, buuaannyak bangget hape – hape yang lagi rame dijual dipasaran. Mulai dari hape yang cuma bisa sms doank, sampe hape – hape kloningan keluaran negeri seberang. Aku sempet nyoba beragam merk hape. Tapi belum ada satupun yang pas dihatiku. Nyerah deh!

Eh, pas suatu saat aku liat hape nya temenku Sony Ericsson W380. Sumpah, keren abieezzz...Belom pernah aku liat hape sekeren itu. Apalagi aku tu tipe orang yang suka banget dengerin musik. Kan jadul banget tu kalo masih bawa – bawa walkman yang model nya jadul abis ato bawa – bawa mp3. Ribet lah!!!

Mendingan pake hape Sony Ericsson W380 yang kayak punya nya temenku. Dan alhasil, aku belilah hape Sony Ericsson W380 ditoko hape. Seneng banget rasanya…hahaahaaa..

Setelah sampe rumah, ga henti – hentinya aku memandangi hape Sony Ericsson W380 baruku. Bodinya keren, cocok buat gaul bareng temen-temen. Sambil jalan bisa sambil dengerin musik lagu nya Naff “Akhirnya ku Menemukanmu”. Pas banget sama pengalamanku menemukan cinta pertama & terakhirku bersama hape Sony Ericsson W380.

Naff :

Akhirnya ku menemukanmu,

saat hati ini, mulai meragu

Akhirnya ku menemukanmu,

saat raga ini, ingin berlabuh

Ku berharap engkaulah,

jawaban s’gala risau hatiku,

dan biarkan diriku,

mencintaimu hingga ujung usiaku

Selain bisa asik dengerin musik, aku juga bisa foto – foto sesuka hati. Udah gitu, hasil jepretan fotonya bagus lagi. Dijamin ga mengecewakan lah. Wajahku yang cantik ini keliatan lebih cantik lagi.. hahaha… Ga cuman itu aja lho, hape Sony Ericsson W380 juga ada dukungan USB nya jadi selesai foto – foto bisa dimasukin ke computer trus upload deh ke facebook ato twitter. Makin eksis deh aku!

Bener – bener pengalaman berharga dan patut untuk dikenang. Ga bakalan deh pindah ke hape yang lain. Udah jatuh cinta soalnya sama hape Sony Ericsson W380.

My new fashion passion.

2010-12-14T19:50:00.000-08:00

I have a new fashion passion. And it comes from the most unlikely source. It’s a figure skimming shift in purple jersey. And I am wearing it today. There’s some thoughtful ruching at the side which creates some fabulously camouflaging drape across the tum and a convincing curve at the waist. It’s got sharply padded shoulders and velvet sleeves and hits at the perfect level; just about knee-length. It arrived in a parcel that looked no bigger than a T-shirt and emerged without a wrinkle which means it will pack like a dream.
It looked good at a working brunch this morning and I’ll be wearing it to a cocktail do tonight straight from the office. There isn’t a pull or pinch anywhere in it and yet I think it looks pretty sharp and hot, if I say so myself. The litmus test is the office reaction and that was a unanimous ‘wow’ which is why I am blogging this right now.

It’s not from Bond St or Sloane. It’s not from Paris or Milan. Today’s perfect purple dress is from LK Bennett. The reason I am surprised, is that I have pigeon-holed that brand into the workwear category: a place where women who don’t have the luxury of the relaxed dress code we have, must go to buy a 9-5 wardrobe. Something about that makes me anxious: as if there was a risk of some sinister cross contamination if your working wardrobe got muddled up with your weekend one. I’ve always shied away.

But recently I realised that the brand has seriously upped their fashion game. The winter collection has got some fantastic tailored dresses (a hint of Roland Mouret, Victoria Beckham, Antonio Berardi construction) and some chicly feminine cocktail options. I’ve already got four dresses on my list for the summer.

And I am not alone. At the Christian Dior cocktail party at Claridges last week, I cornered a very eminent colleague in a particularly fab, purple and fuschia printed jersey shift. She was making the rest of us, in black, look dull and I wanted her to know that. Where was it from? Was it Lanvin commercial collection perhaps, was it maybe summer collection Etro or a vintage find from a Gucci Cruise line? No, it was L K Bennett.
(This may be workwear, Grazia Girls, but not as we know it.)

Six Questions for Madewell Creative Director Kin Ying Lee

2010-11-30T21:30:00.000-08:00

Madewell, J.Crew‘s sister brand, just gets better and better. And a lot of that has to do with Kin Ying Lee, the label’s creative director. Not only is Kin nice, funny, and cool, she also has amazing personal style. So it’s not surprising that she makes the “Madewell girl” appear effortlessly hip.

I got to spend some time with Kin this summer on Madewell’s road trip–where a bunch of editors visited Montauk to just hang out with the brand’s team–and adored her instantly! Luckily, she was nice enough to answer some questions for Fashionista about her life, her career, and what’s next for Madewell. The brand launched its latest denim style, the High Riser, today, and you can pick it up at their Denim After Dark event, which takes place tonight at select Madewell stores across the country.Fashionista: Tell us about your roots! Where are you from, where did you go to school?
Kin Ying Lee: I’m originally from Hong Kong and moved to the northeast of England when I was six years old. I knew I wanted to be a designer from a young age—I used to sit with my grandma while she was sewing and sketch outfits for her. I went on to study design at Kingston University in Surrey [England].How long have you been designing for Madewell?
I’ve been at Madewell for five years. (Madewell was founded in 1937 as a workwear company, then relaunched in 2006.) Back then, the design team was made of just an assistant and me.

What’s the best part of your job?
Creating clothes that I love with an amazing group of designers. Like our brand-new High Riser Jeans, which are–drumroll please–debuting today. (Shameless plug: find them at Madewell.com, and in select Madewell stores at our Denim After Dark party). They’re the perfect skinny high-waist fit, very vintage-modern, and we’re all obsessed with them. Another great part of my job: Madewell has such a rich sense of history and heritage—it’s something I continually draw from for inspiration. We have an incredible archive of vintage Madewell denim to reference, and the ability to see the wear and tear of these garments and how they held up thorough generations never ceases to inspire me. And I’m so fortunate that we can travel the world to find inspiration–I’m always amazed by the creativity and sense of serious fashion history in Paris; and in Japan the street style is unparalleled.If you had to wear one outfit for the rest of your life, what would it be?
It’s hard to pick just one, but if push came to shove I’d go with a pair of vintage-wash slouchy/skinny jeans with a silk blouse and and a bootie. Then I’d toss on a Barbour jacket and accessorize with a pair of rings I got in Japan that represent my two children.

We’re big on movie inspiration here. Do any films inspire your style?
I love the iconic pieces seen in Indiana Jones: the perfect leather jacket, tough boots and menswear-y shirt. When I’m feeling a little homesick, An Education is perfect for a dose of English schoolgirl style. And In the Mood for Love is a perennial favorite—I’m a sucker for nostalgia, and it reminds me of Hong Kong. The style of the clothing in the movie isn’t my style per se, but I love the overall feel of the film, from the storyline to the lighting to the cinematography. And I’m a huge fan of Maggie Cheung.

We know you love food–so do we! What’s your favorite ice cream in the whole world?
Vanilla ice cream from Cincinnati-based Graeter’s (graeters.com). I top it with crushed sea salt and extra virgin olive oil. Sounds weird, but it’s incredible—trust me.

The City Wind

2010-11-30T21:12:00.000-08:00

i was walking for hours and these two lovely ladies were a breath of fresh air. i was in love with the way they wore their long cardigens. IN LOVE...now i just need to get one of my own

Very Like This Style...Hahahha

2010-11-30T21:03:00.001-08:00

this adorable and quirky babe hails all the way from the Philippines ;) so a big shout out to my Filipino friends/readers. haha i can't go there so i wait in Singapore.
# ps. look for chairman mao with a bee on his nose. hahaha, so funny!

Very Like This Style...Hahahha

2010-11-30T21:03:00.000-08:00

The Future of Fashion Blogging

2010-11-30T20:53:00.000-08:00

What IS the future of fashion blogging? Haven’t we just started? It seems like just a few years ago not many people knew what a blog was, nowadays bloggers are making a living, achieving a somewhat celebrity status, and making the blacklist of editors…or are they?

Crush BLog

2010-11-30T20:34:00.000-08:00

It's the december season, it's "winter" and it's raining! So many times, my street style sessions are stopped short due to a sudden torrent of watery snow that makes walking on the street difficult. So i head indoors. Yoyo, (not in this picture), is the creative brain and founder of Exhibit. I met her and her equally stylish mother while i was shooting for inSing.com and decided to pop by her store since it was raining.

After getting quite hopelessly lost at Far East (i don't frequent there enough to know my way around haha), i finally found it! That's where i met Angie. Isn't she incredibly stylish? I've been told many times, "you should set up a store!". Other then many various business factors, one of the outstanding reason is that i had to find my store-assistant-sole-mate. One who is not only available but embodies the brand and feel of my shop. Someone who not only assists my customers but inspires them. Only then will i set up a store.

I told Angie how I wish I could find someone like her to run my future store! And I was so glad that she agreed to allow me to take her picture.

Would You Wear… Female Silhouette Printed Clothing

2010-11-30T20:26:00.000-08:00

Images of Thom Browne’s SS11 womenswear collection appeared on the internet yesterday, showcasing not only Browne’s covetable designs, but also the staying power of a strange trend. Showing suits printed with female silhouettes, Browne’s Spring 2011 collection is the most recent in a string of designers to create items showcasing the female form.

From Moschino’s vintage blouse seen on Susie Bubble, to YSL’s pendants, Lanvin’s tees, and famously Miu Miu’s SS10 prints, the woman-print has a long heritage, and doesn’t seem to be going away.

The question is: Would you wear this trend or are you leaving the naked silhouettes for the bedroom?

GRAZIA DAILY UK

2010-11-29T21:09:00.000-08:00

That's My Fave Wedges Shoes

2010-11-29T21:05:00.000-08:00

What an amazing Shoes...I love it!!! I found that item on www.minkette.com

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Fashion Style War

2010-11-29T20:28:00.000-08:00

In today’s internet technology world, fashion is no longer something that you only admire and hoping you will be able to get that pair of heels or fur coat one day. One click away, you’ll get the latest access to the up-most trendy information to online shops. In the older days, we rely on fashion magazines and to order the latest issue, normally postage will be late. Later in the days, we finally get most of the updated fashion magazines on newstands. But in today’s world, it is all one click away on the internet with the latest news in fashion world, what is in and what is out.

There is also online bloggers, those who report what is going on in their lives. Many have soon become online instant celebrity of their unique style and fashion views. Now, we take a look at prints style icons versus online style icon. A style war which is so exciting, so inspiring. So many great names to be remembered; Kate Lanphear Senior Style Editor at Elle Magazine, Carine Roitfeld Editor-in-Chief of French Vogue, Miroslava Duma, Julia Frakes, Sonny Groo, Jean Paul Paula, Charles Guislain and Style Bubble Susie Lau, so who do you like?

Who Has Designed It

2010-11-29T20:20:00.000-08:00

The cutaway trend was a big element of the Spring/Summer 2009 catwalks, in the picture above are four fantastic examples of how it can be worn.

1. Chloe's interpretation of the trend is subtle, leaning somewhat towards 2009's exposed stomach look. But it goes a long way to prove that basic, classic elements such as a keyhole feature on the back or chest lend themselves perfectly to the cutaway clothing trend.
2. If Chloe was subtle, then Herve Leger undoubtedly infused sex into the trend on their Herve Leger Spring/Summer 2009 catwalk. While the above picture is a perfect little black dress there are plenty more examples to be found by following that link and looking through the pictures.
3. Again with a hint of the exposed stomach trend, Jean Paul Gaultier mixed the cutaway trend with variety of shapes and silhouettes. The above adds it to a long, flowing dress perfect for Summer in the Mediterranean, while you'll also find it in the collection fused onto the likes of shoulder detailing.
4. If anyone has made a success of the trend then it's Preen by way of their Preen By Thornton Bregazzi Spring/Summer 2009 collection; and that success comes down to the combination of the cutaway trend with the sheer trend for some heavily sexualised elegance.

why wear

2010-10-19T20:47:00.000-07:00

Nastygal has been styling the shit out of their stuff lately, props to their amazing styling team! Everything looks so good, it's hard not to whip out the credit card and buy everything in the store.

Exist Between Blue and Blac

2010-10-11T23:26:00.000-07:00

New Me!

2010-10-05T02:51:00.000-07:00

New upload

2010-09-29T01:15:00.000-07:00

The Modern Icon

2010-09-27T00:49:00.000-07:00

Something that really makes me happy? A great fashion magazine cover. And ELLE UK definitely made me happy today. For their September issue they chose Mary Kate Olsen to be on the cover, who is one of the very few celebrities that I like. She is known as the more crazy-fashionable twin, her style is very Bohemian and extravagant and so it’s no surprise that ELLE put her on two covers this year. They even call her a “modern icon”…dunno about that but she is definitely influencing a lot of girls who look up to her. The cover which will be in stores is not even released yet but the subscribers cover is the one I posted above. Three MKs…and a huge Miu Miu coat….love it!

Wouw...Amazing...

2010-07-31T23:43:00.000-07:00

Price : EUR 339,00

Multiple award-winning Belgian fashion designer Dries Van Noten, one of the members of the famed Antwerp Six collective (alongside Ann Demeulemeester and Walter Van Bierendonck) is regarded as one of fashion's most cerebral and multi-faceted designers. His aesthetic is wide-ranging and draws on exotic and Western culture, often characterised by ethnic-inspired prints, bold colour, unique opulent fabrics and layering.

ni url nya >> http://www.farfetch.com/shopping/women/item10039881.aspx

(Gila Ya...pas lagi searching2 baju online,eh tiba2 nemu baju buatan luar negeri tp kainnya punya nya INDONESIA Lho,,...that's BATIK!!! Luar biasaaaa....hahahahaa,,,)

Want It Wednesday: All Things Alexander Wang

2010-06-14T02:57:00.001-07:00

Lately, I have been adoring all things Alexander Wang. You see, when Alexander Wang sent his Spring 2010 collection down the runway, I fell in love. The design aesthetic paired sportswear with preppy cool. And while the collection was far too tomboy for many, I found so many elements that I loved.

My Want It Wednesday this week is much more attainable (well not the entire collage). Here is the better thing, half the items above are marked down. I bought two of them: the Jersey Dress with Slinky Combo and the Brady Clutch. The amount of you that truly disliked this clutch was quite high compared to those that like it, but I loved it then and love it now. I am a major college football fan. And while a football clutch seems cliche, I think it is the coolest thing ever. I will wear it proud next year!

The entire Alexander Wang Spring collection is the epitome of downtown cool. I want to buy the entire collection, live in it, and wear it around the hip areas of NYC. If you are digging the Alexander Wang collection shop it now at ShopBop.

Coachella Festivalgoers Stay Perfectly Chic While Keeping Cool

2010-04-25T03:25:00.000-07:00

Over the weekend, hordes of music fans descended upon California’s desert to catch the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival in Indio, Calif.—the unofficial kickoff to the music festival-going season that spans across the globe and goes deep into the summer months.

The cavalcade of musical acts—which included Jay-Z, Pavement, Fever Ray, Vampire Weekend, Grizzly Bear, Gorillaz, Phoenix and much more—were background noise to the spectacle of style happening out on the field and at many of the pool parties being thrown all over the Palm Springs landscape.

The following festivalgoers provided street-style eye candy with effortlessly pulled-together outfits—mixing and matching everything from vintage dresses to floral rompers, lace tops, denim cutoffs with combat boots, chic sandals and signature shades—to survive the three days of sun-soaked partying, dancing and music.

Vintage-inspired (Photos by Dickerson/courtesy Style.com)

Short and sweet (Photo courtesy Refinery29)
Shorts + shades = Coachella-ready (Photos by Dickerson/courtesy Style.com)

Trinklettina : Irregular Choice | CHIQ

2010-04-25T02:47:00.000-07:00

Trinklettina : Irregular Choice | CHIQ

Hottest in Apparel Winners!

2010-04-25T02:35:00.000-07:00

First and formost, I want to thank all the participants in CHIQ's first ever trendsetter contest "Hottest in Apparel." I've enjoyed seeing what you think is hot, and we've truly had amazing posts on Chiq.com. That said (DRUMROLL PLEASE), I would like to announce that we've had two winners of the first place prize of $250 for uploading the hottest in apparel item to Chiq.com: Gratia and Ari930. These ladies were tied neck and neck until our contest end time of midnight EST April 22.

Both Gratia and Ari930 are very excited about their recent win, Ari930 commenting that she is "extremely excited about winning. Other than music contests, I've never won anything." Gratia happily replied "Thank you so much Chiq.com!" after receiving an email reporting that she had won.

Can't wait to see your posts for our next contest "Most Sizzling Shoes." We are going to do this contest a little differently, with the first place prize going to the Chiq member with the most trendsetter points in the shoe category. So upload your favorite shoes and share via Facecbook and Twitter to receive more votes.

xoxo,

Christina

Vote for this Look on Couturious.com! Help me win a $2000 scholarship!

2010-04-14T21:33:00.000-07:00

Please help me to win that contest on couturious.com... just click this link and then comment my design...thanks a lot

Love Taylor Swift

2010-03-12T00:45:00.000-08:00

nice,sweet,beauty,smart,fashionable,talented,,,etc

Need Help?

2010-03-12T00:43:00.000-08:00

just take this from my polyvore

The Most Beautiful Heart

2010-03-12T00:33:00.003-08:00

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people stared How can he say his heart is more beautiful they thought! The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?" The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.

They embraced and walked away side by side.

- Author Unknown

Take My Son: An Inspirational-Story

2010-03-12T00:33:00.001-08:00

This is an inspirational-story of a wealthy man and his son who both loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier.

The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art."

The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this." The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"

There was silence.

Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one." But the auctioneer persisted. "Will someone bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"

Another voice shouted angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!" But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

"We have $10, who will bid $20?"

"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."

"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?" The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"

A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!" The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."

"What about the paintings?"

"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything!"

God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on a cruel cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the son?" Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
Do what ever you like, but remember that maybe "one" of the people you might have taken time to send this to, may be just the person who needs to hear this.

Parable of the Pencil

2010-03-12T00:32:00.003-08:00

The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box. There are 5 things you need to know, he told the pencil, before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be.

One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in Someone's hand.

Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but you'll need it to become a better pencil.

Three: You will be able to correct mistakes you will make.

Four: The most important part of you will always be what's inside.

And Five: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No matter what the condition, you must continue to write.

The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart.

Now replacing the place of the pencil with you; always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.

One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in God's hand. And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you possess.

Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by going through various problems, but you'll need it to become a stronger person.

Three: You will be able to correct mistakes you might make or grow through them.

Four: The most important part of you will always be what's on the inside.

And Five: On every surface you walk, you must leave your mark. No matter what the situation, you must continue to serve God in everything.

By understanding and remembering, let us proceed with our life on this earth having a meaningful purpose in our heart and a relationship with God daily.

Perfect Peace

2010-03-12T00:32:00.001-08:00

There once was a King who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The King looked at all the pictures, but there were only two he really liked and he had to choose between them.

One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains were all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.

The other picture had mountains too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky from which rain fell, in which lightening played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all.

But when the King looked, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest ... perfect peace.

Which picture do you think won the prize?

The King chose the second picture.

Do you know why?

"Because," explained the King, "peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is the real meaning of peace."

Addendum -- John 16:33 (NLT) "I have told you all this so that you may have 'peace' in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world."

MIRACLE

2010-03-12T00:31:00.004-08:00

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.

She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment.
Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

'And what do you want?' the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

'Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,' Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'He's
really, really sick...and I want to buy a miracle.'

'I beg your pardon?' said the pharmacist.

'His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now So how much does a miracle cost?'

'We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little.

'Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me ho w much it costs.'

The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man He stooped down and asked the little girl, 'What kind of a miracle does your brother need?'

' I don't know,' Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money.'

'How much do you have?' asked the man from Chicago

'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audibly.

'And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.'

'Well, what a coincidence,' smiled the man. 'A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a
miracle for little brothers. '

He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said 'Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you
need.'

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.

Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.

'That surgery,' her Mom whispered. 'was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?'

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost..one dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of a little child..

In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.

A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.
I know you'll keep the ball moving!

The Carpenter's Tools

2010-03-12T00:31:00.003-08:00

Brother Hammer served as the chairman. The other members of the tool belt informed him that he must leave, because he was too noisy. But brother Hammer said, "If I have to leave this carpenter's shop, then brother Gimlet must go too. He's insignificant and makes a very small impression." (A gimlet is a small tool with a screw point, grooved shank, and a cross handle for boring holes).

Little brother Gimlet arose and said, "All right, but brother Screwdriver must go also. You have to turn him around and around to get anywhere with him."

Brother Screwdriver turned to the other tools in the belt and said, "If you wish, I will go, but brother Plane must leave too. All of his work is on the surface; there's no depth to what he does."

To this brother Plane leveled his terse reply, "Well, then, brother Saw will have to depart too. The changes he proposes always cut too deep."

Brother Saw complained, saying, "Brother Ruler will have to withdraw if I leave, for he's always measuring other folks as though he were the only one who is right."

Brother Ruler then surveyed the group and said, "Brother Sandpaper doesn't belong here either. He's rougher than he ought to be, and is always rubbing people the wrong way."

In the midst of the discussion, the Carpenter of Nazareth walked in. He had come to perform his day's work. He put on His tool belt and went to the workbench to make a pulpit. He employed the ruler, the saw, the plane, the hammer, the gimlet, the screwdriver, the sandpaper, and all the other tools. When the day's work was over, the pulpit was finished, and the carpenter went home. All the accusations against each of these tools were absolutely true, yet the carpenter used every one of them. No matter which tool He use, no other tool could have done the work better.

THOUGHT: We are all "tools"" in Jesus' tool box. Each of us has a purpose, ability, and a task to perform.

"For we are God's fellow workers..." (1 Corinthians 3:9a; cf. 12:12ff).

Faithful Friends

2010-03-12T00:31:00.001-08:00

Brownie and Spotty were neighbor dogs who met every day to play together. Like pairs of dogs you can find in most any neighborhood, these two loved each other and played together so often that they had worn a path through the grass of the field between their respective houses. One evening, Brownie's family noticed that Brownie hadn't returned home. They went looking for him with no success. Brownie didn't show up the next day, and, despite their efforts to find him, by the next week he was still missing.

Curiously, Spotty showed up at Brownie's house alone, barking, whining, and generally pestering Brownie's human family. Busy with their own lives, they just ignored the nervous little neighbor dog. Finally, one morning Spotty refused to take "no" for an answer. Ted, Brownie's owner, was steadily harassed by the furious, adamant little dog. Spotty followed Ted about, barking insistently, then darting back and forth to a nearby empty lot, as if to say, "Follow me! It's urgent!" Eventually, Ted followed the frantic Spotty across the empty lot, as Spotty paused to race back and bark encouragingly. The little dog led the man under a fence, past clumps of trees, to a desolate spot a half mile from the house.

There Ted found his beloved Brownie alive -- one of his hind legs crushed in a steel leg-hold trap. Horrified, Ted wished he'd taken Spotty's earlier appeals seriously.

Then Ted noticed something quite remarkable... Spotty had done more than simply lead Brownie's human to his trapped friend. In a circle around the injured dog, Ted found an array of dog food and table scraps, which were identified as the remains of every meal Spotty had been fed that week!

Spotty had been visiting Brownie regularly, in a single minded quest to keep his friend alive by sacrificing his own comfort! Spotty had stayed with Brownie to protect him from predators, snuggling with him at night to keep him warm and nuzzling him to keep his spirits up. Brownie's leg was treated by a veterinarian and he recovered. For many years thereafter, the two families watched the faithful friends frolicking and chasing each other down that well-worn path between their houses.

A Little Girls Prayer

2010-03-12T00:30:00.004-08:00

Helen Roseveare, a missionary doctor from England to Zaire Africa, told this as it happened to her in Africa.

"One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator. (We had no electricity to run an incubator.) We also had no special feeding facilities.

Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. "And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed.

As in the West it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

"All right," I said, "Put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. "Your job is to keep the baby warm."

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died. During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon."

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of a corollary, "And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?"

As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen?" I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything. The Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas -- that would make a nice batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.... could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out -- yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle!

I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!"

Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child -- five months before -- in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon."

"Before they call, I will answer!" Isa 65:24

Something Special For My Granny

2010-03-12T00:30:00.003-08:00

For some time I've had a church member provide me with a rose boutonniere to pin on the lapel of my suit every Sunday. Because I always got a flower on Sunday morning, I really did not think much of it. It was a nice gesture that became routine. One Sunday, however, what I considered ordinary became very special.

As I was leaving the Sunday service a young man approached and said, "Sir, what are you going to do with your flower?" At first I did not know what he was talking about, but then I understood. I said, "Do you mean this?" as I pointed to the rose pinned to my coat.

He said, "Yes sir. I would like it if you are just going to throw it away." The little boy said, "Sir, I'm going to give it to my granny. My mother and father got divorced last year. I was living with my mother, but I could not stay, so she sent me to live with my grandmother. She has been so good to me that I want to give that pretty flower to her for loving me."

When the little boy finished I could hardly speak. My eyes filled with tears and I knew I had been touched in the depths of my soul. I reached up and unpinned my flower. With the flower in my hand, I looked at the boy and said, "Son, that is the nicest thing I have ever heard, but you can't have this flower because it's not enough. If you'll look in front of the pulpit, you'll see a big bouquet of flowers. Different families buy them for the church each week. Please take those flowers to your granny because she deserves the very best."

If I hadn't been touched enough already, he made one last statement and I will always cherish it. He said, "What a wonderful day! I asked for one flower but got a beautiful bouquet."

Jesus In The House

2010-03-12T00:30:00.001-08:00

One day he decided to invite the Lord to come home and stay with him. When the Lord arrived, this young man offered him the very best room in the house. The room was upstairs and at the end of the hall. "This room is yours, Jesus! Stay as long as you like and you can do whatever you want to in this room, remember Jesus, its all yours."

That evening after he had retired for the night there came a loud knocking at the front door. The young man pulled on his robe and made his way downstairs. When he opened the door he found that the devil had sent three of his demons to attack the man. He quickly tried to close the door but one of the demons kept sticking his foot in.

Sometime later, after a great struggle, he managed to slam the door shut and returned to his room totally exhausted.

Can you believe that," the man thought. Jesus is upstairs in my very best room sleeping while I am down here battling demons. Oh, well, maybe he just didn't hear. He slept fitfully that night. The next day thing went along as normal and, being tired as he was, the young man retired early that evening. Along about midnight, there came such a terrible ruckus at the front door that the young man was sure that whatever it was would tear the door down. He stumbled down the stairs once again and opened the door to find that were dozens of demons now trying to get into his beautiful home.

For more than three hours he fought and struggled against the demons from hell, and finally overtook them enough to shut the door against their attack. All energy seemed to fail him. He really didn't understand this at all. Why won't the Lord come to my rescue? Why does he allow me to fight all by myself? I feel so alone. Troubled, he found his way to the sofa and fell into a restless sleep.

The next morning he decided to inquire of the Lord about the happenings of the last two evenings. Quietly he made his way to the elegant bedroom where he had left Jesus. "Jesus," he called as he tapped at the door. "Lord, I don't understand what is happening. For the last two nights I have had to fight the demons away from my door while you laid up here sleeping. Don't you care about me? Did I not give you the very best room in the house?"

He could see the tears building in Jesus' eyes but continued on, "I just don't understand, I really thought that once I invited you in to live with me that you would take care of me and I gave you the best room in my house and everything. What more can I do?"

"My precious child," Jesus spoke so softly. "I do love and care for you. I protect all that you have released into my care. But, when you invited me to come here and stay, you brought me to this lovely room and you shut the door to the rest of your house. I am Lord of this room but I am not Master of this house.

I have protected this room and no demon may enter here."

"Oh, Lord, please forgive me. Take all of my house -- it is yours. I am so sorry that I never offered you all to begin with. I want you to have control of everything." With this he flung open the bedroom door and knelt at Jesus' feet. "Please forgive me Lord for being so selfish."

Jesus smiled and told him that He had already forgiven him and that He would take care of things from now on. That night as the young man prepared for bed he thought, I wonder if those demons will return, I am so tired of fighting them each and every night. But, he knew that Jesus said that he would take care of things from now on.

Along about midnight the banging on the door was frightening. The young man slipped out of his room in time to see Jesus going down the stairs. He watched in awe as Jesus swung open the door, no need to be afraid.

Satan stood at the door, this time demanding to be let in. "What do you want, Satan?" the Lord asked. The devil bowed low in the presence of the Lord, "So sorry, I seem to have gotten the wrong address." And with that, he and the demons all ran away.

There is a moral to this tale. Jesus wants all of you, not just a part. He will take all that you give Him, but nothing more. How much of your heart have you given to the Lord? Are you keeping a portion of it away from Him?

Perhaps the attacks are coming more and more each day. Why not let the Lord fight the battles for you? He is always victorious. I have found that God made man simple, all of man's complexities are of his own devising.

A Boys Race Prayer

2010-03-12T00:29:00.002-08:00

My son Gilbert was eight years old and had been in Cub Scouts only a short time. During one of his meetings he was handed a sheet of paper, a block of wood and four tires and told to return home and give all to "dad." That was not an easy task for Gilbert to do. Dad was not receptive to doing things with his son. But Gilbert tried. Dad read the paper and scoffed at the idea of making a pine wood derby car with his young, eager son. The block of wood remained untouched as the weeks passed. Finally, mom stepped in to see if I could figure this all out.

The project began....

Having no carpentry skills, I decided it would be best if I simply read the directions and let Gilbert do the work. And he did. I read aloud the measurements, the rules of what we could do and what we couldn't do. Within days his block of wood was turning into a pinewood derby car. A little lopsided, but looking great (at least through the eyes of mom). Gilbert had not seen any of the other kids' cars and was feeling pretty proud of his "Blue Lightning," the pride that comes with knowing you did something on your own.

Then the big night came. With his blue pinewood derby in his hand and pride in his heart we headed to the big race. Once there my little one's pride turned to humility. Gilbert's car was obviously the only car made entirely on his own. All the other cars were a father-son partnership, with cool paint jobs and sleek body styles made for speed. A few of the boys giggled as they looked at Gilbert's, lopsided, wobbly, unattractive vehicle. To add to the humility Gilbert was the only boy without a man at his side. A couple of the boys who were from single parent homes at least had an uncle or grandfather by their side, Gilbert had "mom."

As the race began it was done in elimination fashion. You kept racing as long as you were the winner. One by one the cars raced down the finely sanded ramp. Finally it was between Gilbert and the sleekest, fastest looking car there.

As the last race was about to begin, my wide eyed, shy eight year old asked if they could stop the race for a minute, because he wanted to pray. The race stopped. Gilbert hit his knees clutching his funny looking block of wood between his hands. With a wrinkled brow he set to converse with his Heavenly Father. He prayed in earnest for a very long minute and a half. Then he stood, smile on his face and announced, "Okay, I'm ready." As the crowd cheered, a boy named Tommy stood with his father as their car sped down the ramp. Gilbert stood with his Father within his heart and watched his block of wood wobble down the ramp with surprisingly great speed and rushed over the finish line a fraction of a second before Tommy's car.

Gilbert leaped into the air with a loud "Thank you" as the crowd roared in approval. The Scout Master came up to Gilbert with microphone in hand and asked the obvious question, "So you prayed to win, huh, Gilbert?"

To which my young son answered, "Oh, no sir. That wouldn't be fair to ask God to help me beat someone else. I just asked Him to make it so I didn't cry if I lost."

Children seem to have a wisdom far beyond us. Gilbert didn't ask God to win the race, he didn't ask God to fix the out come, Gilbert asked God to give him strength in the outcome. When Gilbert first saw the other cars he didn't cry out to God, "No fair, they had a fathers help." No, he went to his Father for strength.

Perhaps we spend to much of our prayer time asking God to rig the race, to make us number one, or to much time asking God to remove us from the struggle, when we should be seeking God's strength to get through the struggle.

"I can do everything through Him who gives me strength." Philippines 4:13

Gilbert's simple prayer spoke volumes to those present that night. He never doubted that God would indeed answer his request. He didn't pray to win, thus hurt someone else; he prayed that God supply the grace to lose with dignity.

Gilbert, by his stopping the race to speak to his Father also showed the crowd that he wasn't there without a "dad," but His Father was most definitely there with him. Yes, Gilbert walked away a winner that night, with his Father at his side.

Forgiveness

2010-03-12T00:29:00.001-08:00

Once upon a time two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as needed without a hitch. Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence.

One morning there was a knock on John's door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter's toolbox. "I'm looking for a few days work" he said. "Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there. Could I help you?"

"Yes," said the older brother. "I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That's my neighbor, in fact, it's my younger brother. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I'll go him one better. See that pile of lumber curing by the barn? I want you to build me a fence -- an 8-foot fence -- so I won't need to see his place anymore. Cool him down, anyhow."

The carpenter said, "I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post-hole digger and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you."

The older brother had to go to town for supplies, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day.

The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing.

About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his job.

The farmer's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped.

There was no fence there at all. It was a bridge -- a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work handrails and all -- and the neighbor, his younger brother, was coming across, his hand outstretched.

"You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I've said and done."

The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, taking each other's hand. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder. "No, wait! Stay a few days. I've a lot of other projects for you," said the older brother.

"I'd love to stay on," the carpenter said, "but, I have many more bridges to build."

The Journey Of A Mother

2010-03-12T00:28:00.000-08:00

For those who are fortunate enough to still be blessed by having your Mom with you, this is beautiful... For those who aren't... it is even more beautiful. It takes my breath!

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning"

Since the young mother was happy, she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, and taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog, and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the world. Year after year, she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of all... unconditional love.

The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their children."

And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill, they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey.

And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can their children after them. And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."

Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion... happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow... and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.

She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space... not even death!

My Own Design (Mix 'n Match)

2010-03-12T00:25:00.000-08:00

apa jadinya ya kalo ikat pinggang dicampur sama tas tangan.....Ta Dda,,,jadi kayak gini dah...bagus kan...?

My Own Design (bando Part 1)

2010-03-12T00:24:00.001-08:00

My Own Design (using newspaper)

2010-03-12T00:21:00.001-08:00

Dapet Juara Ke-2 lho (di KKR GAB & Ice Cream Party)...hahaha...lumayan...dapet hadiah Rp.300.000,-....tengkyu buat modelnya "Vega"...nice model

My Own Design

2010-03-12T00:18:00.000-08:00

The Angel Penny

2010-03-12T00:12:00.000-08:00

A few years ago I was involved in a Religious Encounter Weekend. These weekends provide many things to many people. To some, it may be an affirmation of their faith, -- to others, it's just the beginning of their journey in Faith. A chance to start over or find a way to forgive someone or have their first true relationship with Christ.

At these events there are many people involved on different levels. I had attended the previous year as a candidate. This year I had been asked to be a table leader, which only meant that I would help guide conversation, and keep everyone involved.

In the weeks prior to the event we attended Sunday night meetings where we heard various talks on different aspects of faith and how we can apply faith in our own lives.

At the close of the first meeting we gathered in a circle, held hands, bowed our heads and said, "The Lord's Prayer." As we were praying I felt another hand over the top of ours with the woman to my right. It was gentle, but firm. I had my eyes shut and I wasn't about to open them. I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit. I didn't have to question WHAT it was, I KNEW.

After we finished our prayer I looked over to her and introduced myself as she and I had never been formally introduced. Then I had to ask if she noticed anything while we were praying. Patti replied, "You mean our hands?" She felt it, too! We both had tears in our eyes. What an incredible moment. But, it doesn't end here.

You see, prior to attending this function I had felt some distance within my heart regarding my relationship to Christ. I've never doubted His existence, but I felt that I wasn't as close as I had longed to be. The day I asked Jesus to come into my heart and be born again was a day and a memory I could not, nor would I ever choose to forget. That feeling just wasn't as strong within me. In a way, I felt lost and abandoned. I knew that wasn't God's choice, it was something within myself.

I had been praying fiercely for God to show me a sign. I know, many people believe you shouldn't ask for signs but I've never had a problem asking and I never will. God has shown me many things through this.

Moving on ... the weekend of our event arrived. Over 60 candidates were scheduled to attend -- many of them for the first time. This begins on a Friday evening around 7 and closes late Sunday afternoon. We stayed in a former catholic church convent. The setting is perfect, and you can feel God's love all about.

On Saturday morning, Patti was giving a talk on Ideals. She correlated Ideals with reaching for goals. And with this she associated reaching for goals like being able to reach toward the stars in heaven.

As she closed her speech she asked that someone from each group of round tables open a cloth bag in the center of each table. The gal to my right opened ours and passed it along to her right. There were 6-8 people sitting at each table. As the bag came around to the woman on my left she pulled out the last two remaining pieces. Everyone at each table had receive a penny with a STAR shape punched out of it. However, when I was handed the last penny from our bag I looked down and mine was not a STAR but an ANGEL. (I also collect Angels and I truly believe in them.)

Later on Patti approached me. She explained that when she received her order of pennies she had indeed received in error 3 pennies that had ANGELS punched out, not STARS. She was hoping she would have enough STAR pennies to go around. So, she went to look in a small box as she had brought along the ANGEL pennies just in case she didn't have enough of the others. Guess what -- lo and behold, she found she still had her 3 ANGEL coins. She had searched through each coin one by one so as not to give an ANGEL in error. This was my affirmation that indeed Patti and I had held hands directly with our Heavenly Father and it was incredible!

I'll cherish this special moment with Christ forever. My ANGEL penny is now mounted in a coin pendant holder and I wear it often.

10 signs that say he is serious about you!

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1) He seeks your opinion in everything from minor decisions to major ones
It could be something as simple as buying a tie to match his shirt. Or major ones like what car he should buy. It shows that he values your opinions and thinks that you have great judgement and insight as well.

2) He wants you to meet his family, friends and everybody else
He is serious in making you part of his social circle and does not see you as just another casual date when he wants you to meet his family.

3) He spends a lot of time together with you
If he is not genuinely interested in you, would he spend time with you rather than go for his favourite soccer match with his buddies

4) He does not show signs that he is terrified when you mention something happening in a year or two
It shows that he is serious about the relationship he has with you. He can see himself being with you even two years later.

5) He calls you many times a day, but does not admit he misses you
When he calls you, he may find an excuse to do so, like asking you what you are doing currently, finding out what you have eaten for dinner, but never saying the words “I miss hearing your voice, that’s why I called”.

6) He remembers your favourite food and brings it to you by surprise
You probably casually mentioned that you love the brownie from that café only once, but he remembered and brought it to you without you asking for it. If he is not serious about you, would he have remembered what you say to such detail?

7) He lets you choose the restaurants you want to go and the movies you want to watch
Even if he does not like spicy stuff, but you love curry to bits, he will accompany you and even treat you to a meal at a nice Indian restaurant. How sweet can it get? If he does not treat you seriously, why would he bother to cater to you?

8) He can’t wait to tell you what happened in the day
Every night he updates you with how he spent his day, without you asking first. He finds it a joy sharing these intimate details with you. When he hears a new joke, he can’t wait to call you immediately and make you laugh.

9) He is willing to share details of his finances with you
The topic of finances can be quite sensitive and is usually not something that is openly shared, even with friends. If he is willing to tell you, he probably treats you more than a casual friend!

10) He rushes to your side upon hearing that you are sick
Even if it is really late at night and he has an important meeting the next morning, he is willing to come and bring you to the doctor. Only a guy who is serious about you will be that worried!

Well, if you find all these signs all too familiar, it is most likely true that he is serious about you and your relationship. Although he may not have said the three magic words to you yet and have not officially asked you to be his gal, you can be quite assured that he really cares about you. If you like him as well, you can be sure that it will be reciprocated. Just don’t take too long to admit how you both feel about each other!

♥ Kata-kata mutiara tentang cinta ♥

2010-03-11T22:44:00.000-08:00

Cinta tidak pernah meminta, ia sentiasa memberi, cinta membawa penderitaan, tetapi tidak pernah berdendam, tak pernah membalas dendam. Di mana ada cinta di situ ada kehidupan; manakala kebencian membawa kepada kemusnahan.~ Mahatma Ghandi

Tuhan memberi kita dua kaki untuk berjalan, dua tangan untuk memegang, dua telinga untuk mendengar dan dua mata untuk melihat. Tetapi mengapa Tuhan hanya menganugerahkan sekeping hati pada kita? Karena Tuhan telah memberikan sekeping lagi hati pada seseorang untuk kita mencarinya. Itulah namanya Cinta.

Ada 2 titis air mata mengalir di sebuah sungai. Satu titis air mata tu menyapa air mata yg satu lagi,” Saya air mata seorang gadis yang mencintai seorang lelaki tetapi telah kehilangannya. Siapa kamu pula?”. Jawab titis air mata kedua tu,” Saya air mata seorang lelaki yang menyesal membiarkan seorang gadis yang mencintai saya berlalu begitu sahaja.”

Cinta sejati adalah ketika dia mencintai orang lain, dan kamu masih mampu tersenyum, sambil berkata: aku turut bahagia untukmu.

Jika kita mencintai seseorang, kita akan sentiasa mendoakannya walaupun dia tidak berada disisi kita.

Jangan sesekali mengucapkan selamat tinggal jika kamu masih mau mencoba. Jangan sesekali menyerah jika kamu masih merasa sanggup. Jangan sesekali mengatakan kamu tidak mencintainya lagi jika kamu masih tidak dapat melupakannya.

Perasaan cinta itu dimulai dari mata, sedangkan rasa suka dimulai dari telinga. Jadi jika kamu mahu berhenti menyukai seseorang, cukup dengan menutup telinga. Tapi apabila kamu Coba menutup matamu dari orang yang kamu cintai, cinta itu berubah menjadi titisan air mata dan terus tinggal dihatimu dalam jarak waktu yang cukup lama.

Cinta datang kepada orang yang masih mempunyai harapan walaupun mereka telah dikecewakan. Kepada mereka yang masih percaya, walaupun mereka telah dikhianati. Kepada mereka yang masih ingin mencintai, walaupun mereka telah disakiti sebelumnya dan kepada mereka yang mempunyai keberanian dan keyakinan untuk membangunkan kembali kepercayaan.

Jangan simpan kata-kata cinta pada orang yang tersayang sehingga dia meninggal dunia , lantaran akhirnya kamu terpaksa catatkan kata-kata cinta itu pada pusaranya . Sebaliknya ucapkan kata-kata cinta yang tersimpan dibenakmu itu sekarang selagi ada hayatnya.

Mungkin Tuhan menginginkan kita bertemu dan bercinta dengan orang yang salah sebelum bertemu dengan orang yang tepat, kita harus mengerti bagaimana berterima kasih atas kurniaan itu.

Cinta bukan mengajar kita lemah, tetapi membangkitkan kekuatan. Cinta bukan mengajar kita menghinakan diri, tetapi menghembuskan kegagahan. Cinta bukan melemahkan semangat, tetapi membangkitkan semangat -Hamka

Cinta dapat mengubah pahit menjadi manis, debu beralih emas, keruh menjadi bening, sakit menjadi sembuh, penjara menjadi telaga, derita menjadi nikmat, dan kemarahan menjadi rahmat.

Sungguh menyakitkan mencintai seseorang yang tidak mencintaimu, tetapi lebih menyakitkan adalah mencintai seseorang dan kamu tidak pernah memiliki keberanian untuk menyatakan cintamu kepadanya.

Hal yang menyedihkan dalam hidup adalah ketika kamu bertemu seseorang yang sangat berarti bagimu. Hanya untuk menemukan bahawa pada akhirnya menjadi tidak bererti dan kamu harus membiarkannya pergi.

Kamu tahu bahwa kamu sangat merindukan seseorang, ketika kamu memikirkannya hatimu hancur berkeping.
Dan hanya dengan mendengar kata “Hai” darinya, dapat menyatukan kembali kepingan hati tersebut.

Tuhan ciptakan 100 bahagian kasih sayang. 99 disimpan disisinya dan hanya 1 bahagian diturunkan ke dunia. Dengan kasih sayang yang satu bahagian itulah, makhluk saling berkasih sayang sehingga kuda mengangkat kakinya kerana takut anaknya terpijak.

Kadangkala kamu tidak menghargai orang yang mencintai kamu sepenuh hati, sehinggalah kamu kehilangannya. Pada saat itu, tiada guna sesalan karena perginya tanpa berpatah lagi.

Jangan mencintai seseorang seperti bunga, kerana bunga mati kala musim berganti. Cintailah mereka seperti sungai, kerana sungai mengalir selamanya.

Cinta mampu melunakkan besi, menghancurkan batu, membangkitkan yang mati dan meniupkan kehidupan padanya serta membuat budak menjadi pemimpin. Inilah dasyatnya cinta !

Permulaan cinta adalah membiarkan orang yang kamu cintai menjadi dirinya sendiri, dan tidak merubahnya menjadi gambaran yang kamu inginkan. Jika tidak, kamu hanya mencintai pantulan diri sendiri yang kamu temukan di dalam dirinya.

Cinta itu adalah perasaan yang mesti ada pada tiap-tiap diri manusia, ia laksana setitis embun yang turun dari langit,bersih dan suci. Cuma tanahnyalah yang berlain-lainan menerimanya. Jika ia jatuh ke tanah yang tandus,tumbuhlah oleh kerana embun itu kedurjanaan, kedustaan, penipu, langkah serong dan lain-lain perkara yang tercela. Tetapi jika ia jatuh kepada tanah yang subur,di sana akan tumbuh kesuciaan hati, keikhlasan, setia budi pekerti yang tinggi dan lain-lain perangai yang terpuji.~ Hamka

Kata-kata cinta yang lahir hanya sekadar di bibir dan bukannya di hati mampu melumatkan seluruh jiwa raga, manakala kata-kata cinta yang lahir dari hati yang ikhlas mampu untuk mengubati segala luka di hati orang yang mendengarnya.

Kamu tidak pernah tahu bila kamu akan jatuh cinta. namun apabila sampai saatnya itu, raihlah dengan kedua tanganmu,dan jangan biarkan dia pergi dengan sejuta rasa tanda tanya dihatinya

Cinta bukanlah kata murah dan lumrah dituturkan dari mulut ke mulut tetapi cinta adalah anugerah Tuhan yang indah dan suci jika manusia dapat menilai kesuciannya.

Bukan laut namanya jika airnya tidak berombak. Bukan cinta namanya jika perasaan tidak pernah terluka. Bukan kekasih namanya jika hatinya tidak pernah merindu dan cemburu.

Bercinta memang mudah. Untuk dicintai juga memang mudah. Tapi untuk dicintai oleh orang yang kita cintai itulah yang sukar diperoleh.

Satu-satunya cara agar kita memperolehi kasih sayang, ialah jangan menuntut agar kita dicintai, tetapi mulailah memberi kasih sayang kepada orang lain tanpa mengharapkan balasan. (Dale Carnagie)

Tired. A poem.

2010-03-11T04:25:00.000-08:00

I am tired of being the one to talk to.
I am tired of being the listener.
I am tired of being called a best friend,
and not being able to say it back.
I am tired of following others,
and I am tired of being followed.

My time is running,
and I need one who'll listen.
Who'll love me.
Who'll be by my side, neither in front nor in back.
I need somebody to trust.

And I hope that I find them soon.

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Please comment what you think!

Think. A poem.

2010-03-11T04:23:00.000-08:00

People hear "I'm single,"
and think:
'That means she's searching.'
But why can't it just be "I'm single"?
Why can't it just be that. No other questions.
But people keep asking who you like.
And tease you once you tell.
And threaten you with that knowledge.
Maybe that's why we keep our hearts sealed so tight.
Because people take things as a joke.
When they're not.
So I just think:
'I don't like anybody.'
I am fine by myself.
But I know that's not the truth.
I wait.
For some boy.
To steal my heart.
And I'll call out:
"Theif!"
But it won't matter.
And I'll think:
'Screw being a good samaritan.'
And I'll let that theif take my heart away.

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Please let me know what you think!

Gone. A poem.

2010-03-11T04:21:00.000-08:00

I've never lost somebody.
And I don't want to.
But I know that the time is ticking away.
And I'll have to lose somebody.
They will be gone.
I'm afraid of how it will feel.
The absense of them.
Will it crush me,
or will it happen and go?
The person will always be with me.
But you can't dwell on the past too much.
I want to care,
to not drag it on forever,
but is there such a thing as caring too much,
or too little?
I don't want the person to be dissapointed in me.
But I guess they can't.
Because I loved them.
And that's what matters.

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Leave. A poem.

2010-03-11T04:18:00.000-08:00

I wish I could leave.
Go away.
To a different place.
I'm tired of the same things over and over.
I wish for a new trend, a new setting.
Somewhere freezing;
or somewhere completely hot.
Somewhere with a large population;
or somewhere with only a hundred occupants.
I need different.
I need the change.
I need to leave.
But I won't forget.
I will always remember where I'm from.
And I'll come back.
But for now I need the different.
To leave.

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Forever. A poem.

2010-03-11T04:15:00.000-08:00

You said it would be forever.
But now it's over.
You said you would be there.
But now you're gone.
You said you told the truth.
But you lied.
I trusted you then.
But I don't now.
You're gone.
I'm depressed.
I thought forever.
Forever's lost.

With You. A poem.

2010-03-11T04:12:00.000-08:00

I want to laugh with you until our faces hurt.
I want to travel with you,
eating Twizzlers in the car,
taking pictures,
driving down the highway.
I want you to love me.
I want to snuggle with you in a sleeping bag,
under the stars.
I want to kiss you.
I want to marry you.
I want to live with you.
I want to die with you.
I want to be with you.
Forever.

40 Secrets.

2010-03-11T03:40:00.000-08:00

Answer Honestly
No matter what

[one] Have you ever been asked out?
No.

[two] Where was your default picture taken?
I don't have one.

[three] Do you miss anyone?
Yes.

[four] Your current relationship status?
Single.

[five] Does your crush like you back?
No.

[six] What is your current mood?
Calm.

[seven] What color of underwear are you
wearing?
Polka-dot several colors.

[eight] What color shirt are you wearing?
Pink.

[nine] Missing something?
No.

[ten] If you could go back in time and change something, what would you do?
Be more outgoing.

[eleven] If you must be an animal for one day, what?
Cat.

[twelve] Ever had a near death experience?
No.

[thirteen] Something you do a lot?
Read.

[fourteen] The song stuck in your head?
Say Hey (I love you).

[fifteen] Who did you copy and paste this from?
Can't remember.

[sixteen] Name someone with the same birthday as you?
Allie B.

[seventeen] When was the last time you cried?
Last week-ish.

[eighteen] Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?
No.

[nineteen] If you could have one super power what would it be?
Fly.

[twenty] What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
Height.

[twenty-one] What do you usually order from starbucks?
A cookie. (Chocolate chip.)

[twenty-two] What's your biggest secret?
Nothing you Poly-goers need to know. XD

[twenty-three] Favorite colors?
Light pink and yellow.

[twenty-four] Do you still watch kiddie shows or tv shows?
Definitely.

[twenty-five] What's on your walls?
Pictures of my friends and family, posters, pictures I've taken, shelves with knick-knacks, eraser boards, calender.

[twenty-six] What are you?
A white girl. XD

[twenty-seven] Do you speak any other language?
I don't speak it, but I know Sign Language.

[twenty-eight] What's your favorite smell?
Cologne... or brownies baking. XD

[twenty-nine] Describe your life in one word.
Ordinary.

[thirty-one] Have you ever kissed in the rain?
No.

[thirty-two] What are you thinking about right now?
School and boys. XD

[thirty-three] what should you be doing?
Reading my English book, anything other than being on here.

[thirty-four] Who was the last person that made you upset/angry?
My friend.

[thirty-five] How often do you talk to God?
Twice a year.

[thirty-six] Do you like working in the yard?
Somewhat. I like mowing the lawn.

[thirty-seven] If you could have any last name in the world, what would you want?
Shwiffinger.

[thirty-eight] Do you act differently around the person you like?
Yes.

[thirty-nine] What is your natural hair color?
Brown.

[forty] Who was the last person to make you cry?
Myself.

Post this again.
And tell the truth.
I take this poem from my friend in polyvore.

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2010-03-04T06:02:00.000-08:00

I'm not a perfect person...Just wanna trying,,again and again to do something better in my life...

2010-03-04T05:15:00.000-08:00

.....I feel nothing,,just looking inside my heart...
I'm not a perfect person...Like song...hahaha
Yeah,,that's me...ga ada yang sempurna didunia ini,terlebih aku..

Pengen supaya orang lain dewasa,tapi ternyata aq sendiri blon dewasa.
Pengen diperhatiin orang,tapi ternyata aq sendiri ga bs ngasih perhatian k orang yg aq sayangi.
Pengen melayani orang lain,tapi ternyata aq sendiri masih perlu dilayani.

So much minus...Heal me O God...

Yeee...I'm the winner

2009-08-11T23:02:00.000-07:00

So happy...
Akhirnya menang juga pas ikutan style quiz Deteksi Jawa Pos.Seneng banget,padahal baru ikutan sekali.Ya,ga da salahnya buat nyoba.Eh,akhirnya menang juga.Aku ngirimin beberapa karyaku pake polyvore design.Ada beberapa beberapa design outfit yang temanya holiday semua.

bkstone fashion design blog: 2007 A/W clothing pictures

2009-08-02T21:19:00.001-07:00

bkstone fashion design blog: 2007 A/W clothing pictures

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Ready Red

2009-07-17T00:01:00.000-07:00

Design ini cocok banget buat dipake cewek-cewek ke acara-acara party. Warnanya yang merah menyala sekaligus gayanya yang glamour bakalan bikin kalian jadi pusat perhatian. Design ini khusus ditujukan buat cewek-cewek yang berani nampilin dirinya dan pede abis. Ada tambahan red glasses blue ladybug supaya lebih terkesan dewasa dan mapan. Kalo ga mau pake kacamatanya,ya ga masalah. Jadi,kelihatan lebih chic and cute banget deh. Terserah selera kalian. Mau tau lebih jelas?Silakan kunjungi situs ini :http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=10404370
SELAMAT MENCOBA!!!

Mengubah Ikat pinggang Jadi Tas

2009-07-16T22:59:00.001-07:00

Aku paling hobby sama yang namanya otak-atik barang atau lebih tepatnya lagi mendaur ulang semua barang-barang yang aku punya,mulai dari anting-anting,kalung,hiasan-hiasan rambut,baju,tas,dll. Pokoknya banyak deh.
Menurut aku, semua barang-barang tuh selama belum hancur total,pasti masih bisa dipake. Apapun itu. Selama di otak kita masih banyak ide-ide kreatif,ya so what. Mungkin akan ada banyak orang yang ngomentarin hasil-hasil karya kita. Tapi cuek ajalah. Jaman sekarang ini kan,jaman yang makin bebas. Termasuk bebas berkreatifitas dan berekspresi. Lupain deh kata-kata orang yang bikin kita jadi ga percaya diri dan malah tambah bikin kita jadi down. Mending kayak iklannya X-mild "Ekspresikan aksimu" atau iklannya LA Lights "Enjoy aja".
Aku punya pengalaman dalam hal berkreasi. Menurutku sih,ideku yang satu ini ide yang original. Waktu itu aku punya tas buat tempat Alkitab yang udah ga ada pegangannya lagi alias rusak. Nah,aku bingung nih mau diapain. Kebetulan aku punya ikat pinggang warna merah. Ya,senadalah sama warna tas itu. Akhirnya dengan susah payah,aku bisa punya tas yang baru. Dengan memanfaatkan ikat pinggang sama tas tangan. Jadilah tas selempang warna merah yang keren. Hehehe...
Eits,ga nyampe situ aja. Setelah jadi,banyak banget yang ngasih komentar soal tas itu. Orang yang pertama kali ngasih komentar ya mamaku. Kata mama hasilnya bagus kok. Tapi banyak juga yang ngasih komentar agak ga enak. Ada temen-temen cewekku yang malah nyuruh aku beli tas baru aja alias ga mau kalo aku pake tas itu ke kampus. Tapi aku cuek aja. Terserah orang-orang mau bilang apa. Sampe sekarang tas itu sering aku pake kemana-mana selain ke kampus...(Nb:buat Cyn" Jangan marah ya?! Haha)

Baju mama,bajuku juga

2009-07-15T23:15:00.000-07:00

Jaman sekarang ini ilmu pengetahuan dan teknologi semakin canggih dan bebas banget. Apa aja yang kita mau lakuin,terserah kita. Asal kita pe-de dan berani nampilin diri kita apa adanya. Apapun itu. Cuek aja lagee... Justru kalo kita tetep nahan diri alias takut inilah,takut itulah,takut begini,takut begitu. Pasti ga akan maju-maju. Apapun yang orang mau bilang, ya itu terserah mereka. Kita urusin diri kita sendiri.

Salah satu contohnya nih, dalam dunia fashion atau style berpakaian. Dulu waktu aku masih SMP, fashion mode nya kan belum sebebas sekarang. Tiap kali aku mau mix 'n match baju yang warna-warni,selalu aja dapet komplain dari mama dll. Katanya ga cocoklah, ga pantes, norak,dsb. Sempet ga pe-de juga sih. Tapi akhirnya aku cuek aja. Dan akhirnya, aku jadi trendcenter di sekolah aku.

Aku juga suka pake baju-bajunya mama yang udah ga kepake. Kalo modelnya kurang pas, ya aku recycle lagi. Meski ga pernah belajar jahit, tapi untunglah baju yang aku pake ga pernah salah jahit.

Baju mama kan rata-rata ukurannya gede-gede semua. Maklum,big size... Karena ukuran badanku kecil, jadi kadang-kadang baju mama yang gede aku kecilin sesuai ukuranku. Bisa dipake buat hang-out bareng temen-temen, kuliah, pelayanan, dll. Kalo pede dan baju mama itu pantes dipake ke pesta. Ya pake aja... Trus kalo ditanya sama orang-orang,bilang aja itu baju baru dari mama...hehehe

i don't have a sista

2009-07-12T22:34:00.000-07:00

ga tau kenapa...?hari ini kok aku jadi kepikiran soal sodara atau kakak atau adik cewek ya??pas lagi searching-searching gambar,eh liat gambar ini.Kayaknya enak ya punya kakak atau adek cewek.Bisa tidur bareng,bisa tuker-tuker baju,bisa shopping bareng tanpa ada cowok yang ngomel-ngomel soal jam.Dari dulu sih,aku pengen punya kakak atau adek cewek gitu.Enak kali ya?bisa curhat bareng,bisa manja-manja gitu deh.Wew,tapi kenyataannya aku ga bisa manja-manja sama kakak coz aku ga punya kakak.Malah aku yang harus ngeliat adekku cowokku yang kadang-kadang manja-manja sama aku.Pas udah punya pacar sih,bisa dikit-dikit manja sama dia.Hehehe..."SISTERS" true friendship...Isn't right??? Hmm,slama ini sih, aku punya beberapa sahabat cewek,cuman karna pada banyak kesibukan jadi susah juga buat ngejalanin friendship yang bener-bener friendship.Tapi untung aku punya pacar yang bisa dijadiin sahabat juga...Ni dia orangnya =>> kaya telunjuk sama jempol ya..yeeeee