Quotes that inspiring me from http://www.marcandangel.com/

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1. You cannot change what you refuse to confront.
2. Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
3. Sometimes you need to distance yourself to see things clearly.
4. Too many people buy things they don’t need with money they don’t have to impress people they don’t know.  Read Rich Dad, Poor Dad. ~> i've read this book , and its true what the quotes say .
5. No matter how many mistakes you make or how slow you progress, you are still way ahead of everyone who isn’t trying.
6. If a person wants to be a part of your life, they will make an obvious effort to do so.  Think twice before reserving a space in your heart for people who do not make an effort to stay.
7. Making one person smile can change the world – maybe not the whole world, but their world.
8. Saying someone is ugly doesn’t make you any prettier.
9. The only normal people you know are the ones you don’t know very well.
10. Life is 10% of what happens to you and 90% of how you react to it.
11. The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
12. It’s better to be alone than to be in bad company.
13. As we grow up, we realize it becomes less important to have more friends and more important to have real ones.
14. Making a hundred friends is not a miracle.  The miracle is to make a single friend who will stand by your side even when hundreds are against you.
15. Giving up doesn’t always mean you’re weak, sometimes it means you are strong enough and smart enough to let go and move on.
16. If you really want to do something, you’ll find a way. If you don’t, you’ll find an excuse.
17. Don’t choose the one who is beautiful to the world; choose the one who makes your world beautiful.
18. While you’re busy looking for the perfect person, you’ll probably miss the imperfect person who could make you perfectly happy.
19. Never do something permanently foolish just because you are temporarily upset.
20. You can learn great things from your mistakes when you aren’t busy denying them.  Read The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People.
21. In life, if you don’t risk anything, you risk everything.
22. When you stop chasing the wrong things you give the right things a chance to catch you.
23. Every single thing that has ever happened in your life is preparing you for a moment that is yet to come.
24. Trying to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.
25. You will never become who you want to be if you keep blaming everyone else for who you are now.
26. People are more what they hide than what they show.
27. Sometimes people don’t notice the things others do for them until they stop doing them.
28. Being alone does not mean you are lonely, and being lonely does not mean you are alone.
29. Anyone can come into your life and say how much they love you.  It takes someone really special to stay in your life and show how much they love you.
30. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie.  Don’t save it for a special occasion; today is special.
31. Love and appreciate your parents.  We are often so busy growing up, we forget they are also growing old.
32. When you have to start compromising yourself and your morals for the people around you, it’s probably time to change the people around you.
33. Learn to love yourself first, instead of loving the idea of other people loving you.
34. When someone tells you, “You’ve changed,” it might simply be because you’ve stopped living your life their way.
35. Someone else doesn’t have to be wrong for you to be right.
36. Be happy.  Be yourself.  If others don’t like it, then let them be.  Happiness is a choice.  Life isn’t about pleasing everybody.
37. When you’re up, your friends know who you are.  When you’re down, you know who your friends are.
38. Don’t look for someone who will solve all your problems; look for someone who will face them with you.
39. If you expect the world to be fair with you because you are fair, you’re fooling yourself. That’s like expecting the lion not to eat you because you didn’t eat him.
40. No matter how good or bad you have it, wake up each day thankful for your life.  Someone somewhere else is desperately fighting for theirs.
41. The smallest act of kindness is worth more than the grandest intention.
42. Many people are so poor because the only thing they have is money.
43. Learn to appreciate the things you have before time forces you appreciate the things you once had.
44. When you choose to see the good in others, you end up finding the good in yourself.
45. You don’t drown by falling in the water.  You drown by staying there.
46. It’s better to know and be disappointed than to never know and always wonder.
47. There are things that we don’t want to happen but have to accept, things we don’t want to know but have to learn, and people we can’t live without but have to let go.
48. Happiness is not determined by what’s happening around you, but rather what’s happening inside you.  Most people depend on others to gain happiness, but the truth is, it always comes from within.
49. If you tell the truth, it becomes a part of your past.  If you lie, it becomes a part of your future.
50. You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading your last one.
51. Things turn out best for people who make the best out of the way things turn out.
52. If you don’t like something, change it.  If you can’t change it, change the way you think about it.

Im back !

the last time i do this posting thing on my blog was about 2 years ago . ow gosh , its really long time ago . its not because i dont have any story , its just , im too busy with my school . but anyway , it doesn't  matter anymore . 

so this is my story ...

two years ago , i was with some other guy . his name was A**** , i don't want to mentioned it , for privacy . haha , back to the story . okea , we've been together for about more or less than 11 month maybe . yeahh , its pretty long term relationship but what can we do , we broke up n yet we still contacting as a friend . actually , he was younger than me . 1 year only . some of my friend ask me why i want to be with a guy that younger than me . but i don't hve any answer for that . even he is younger than me , but he's mature than his age . after we broke up , a few months later he got new gf , well he said to me that , its only to forget me (fruss) . after i graduated from my school , i had a new bf , it was 10 moths after broke up with the other guy .... to be continue

11 november de'Date ...

...its my birthday ,
...enjoy my day . wif my family n frends , 
....i dOn't get any present , juz a simple wish ,
...but , it doesn't , matter , if i ain't got it ,
...wat 4 anyway ,
...i didn't ask ..heheh ...

btw , thxx 4 all da wish , may god bless u all , enjoy ur day with the fullest...

..lil lyrics , with big meaningss...

[ when im not with u ]
* but if u cOuld give me 1 reason *
* y i can't b the one 4 u *
* if u can give me more patience *
* i can prove u that im true ! *
* but u have to show me baby *
* that u need me like i do *
* cAuse mylife is getting crazy *
* when im not with u *

...show ur heart 4 de best person...

" wHen u finally find sOmeone who u want to spend the rest of ur life with...ur want the rest of ur life to start right away.."

L.O.V.E letter

I was always a little in awe of Great-aunt Stephina Roos. Indeed, as children we were all frankly terrified of her. The fact that she did not live with the family, preferring her tiny cottage and solitude to the comfortable but rather noisy household where we were brought up-added to the respectful fear in which she was held.
We used to take it in turn to carry small delicacies which my mother had made down from the big house to the little cottage where Aunt Stephia and an old colored maid spent their days. Old Tnate Sanna would open the door to the rather frightened little messenger and would usher him-or her - into the dark voor-kamer, where the shutters were always closed to keep out the heat and the flies. There we would wait, in trembling but not altogether unpleasant.
She was a tiny little woman to inspire so much veneration. She was always dressed in black, and her dark clothes melted into the shadows of the voor-kamer and made her look smaller than ever. But you felt. The moment she entered. That something vital and strong and somehow indestructible had come in with her, although she moved slowly, and her voice was sweet and soft.
She never embraced us. She would greet us and take out hot little hands in her own beautiful cool one, with blue veins standing out on the back of it, as though the white skin were almost too delicate to contain them.

Tante Sanna would bring in dishes of sweet, sweet, sticky candy, or a great bowl of grapes or peaches, and Great-aunt Stephina would converse gravely about happenings on the farm ,and, more rarely, of the outer world.
When we had finished our sweetmeats or fruit she would accompany us to the stoep, bidding us thank our mother for her gift and sending quaint, old-fashioned messages to her and the Father. Then she would turn and enter the house, closing the door behind, so that it became once more a place of mystery.

As I grew older I found, rather to my surprise, that I had become genuinely fond of my aloof old great-aunt. But to this day I do not know what strange impulse made me take George to see her and to tell her, before I had confided in another living soul, of our engagement. To my astonishment, she was delighted.
"An Englishman,"she exclaimed."But that is splendid, splendid. And you,"she turned to George,"you are making your home in this country? You do not intend to return to England just yet?"
She seemed relieved when she heard that George had bought a farm near our own farm and intended to settle in South Africa. She became quite animated, and chattered away to him.
After that I would often slip away to the little cottage by the mealie lands. Once she was somewhat disappointed on hearing that we had decided to wait for two years before getting married, but when she learned that my father and mother were both pleased with the match she seemed reassured.

Still, she often appeared anxious about my love affair, and would ask questions that seemed to me strange, almost as though she feared that something would happen to destroy my romance. But I was quite unprepared for her outburst when I mentioned that George thought of paying a lightning visit to England before we were married."He must not do it,"she cried."Ina, you must not let him go. Promise me you will prevent him."she was trembling all over. I did what I could to console her, but she looked so tired and pale that I persuaded her to go to her room and rest, promising to return the next day.
When I arrived I found her sitting on the stoep. She looked lonely and pathetic, and for the first time I wondered why no man had ever taken her and looked after her and loved her. Mother had told me that Great-aunt Stephina had been lovely as a young girl, and although no trace of that beauty remained, except perhaps in her brown eyes, yet she looked so small and appealing that any man, one felt, would have wanted to protect her.
She paused, as though she did not quite know how to begin.

Then she seemed to give herself, mentally, a little shake. "You must have wondered ", she said, "why I was so upset at the thought of young George's going to England without you. I am an old woman, and perhaps I have the silly fancies of the old, but I should like to tell you my own love story, and then you can decide whether it is wise for your man to leave you before you are married."

"We loved one another from the first moment we met, though we did not speak of our love until the evening of my eighteenth birthday. All our friends and relatives had come to my party, and in the evening we danced on the big old carpet which we had laid down in the barn. Richard had come with the Van Rensburgs, and we danced together as often as we dared, which was not very often, for my father hated the Uitlanders. Indeed, for a time he had quarreled with Mynheer Van Rensburg for allowing Richard to board with him, but afterwards he got used to the idea, and was always polite to the Englishman, though he never liked him.
"That was the happiest birthday of my life, for while we were resting between dances Richard took me outside into the cool, moonlit night, and there, under the stars ,he told me he loved me and asked me to marry him. Of course I promised I would, for I was too happy to think of what my parents would say, or indeed of anything except Richard was not at our meeting place as he had arranged. I was disappointed but not alarmed, for so many things could happen to either of us to prevent out keeping our tryst. I thought that next time we visited the Van Ransburgs, I should hear what had kept him and we could plan further meetings…
"So when my father asked if I would drive with him to Driefontein I was delighted. But when we reached the homestead and were sitting on the stoep drinking our coffee, we heard that Richard had left quite suddenly and had gone back to England. His father had died, and now he was the heir and must go back to look after his estates.

"I do not remember very much more about that day, except that the sun seemed to have stopped shining and the country no longer looked beautiful and full of promise, but bleak and desolate as it sometimes does in winter or in times of drought. Late that afternoon, Jantje, the little Hottentot herd boy, came up to me and handed me a letter , which he said the English baas had left for me. It was the only love letter I ever received, but it turned all my bitterness and grief into a peacefulness which was the nearest I could get, then, to happiness. I knew Richard still loved me, and somehow, as long as I had his letter, I felt that we could never be really parted, even if he were in England and I had to remain on the farm. I have it yet, and though I am an old, tired woman, it still gives me hope and courage."

"I must have been a wonderful letter, Aunt Stephia,"I said
The old lady came back from her dreams of that far-off romance."Perhaps," she said, hesitating a little, "perhaps, my dear, you would care to read it ?"
"I should love to , Aunt Stephia,"I said gently
She rose at once and tripped into the house as eagerly as a young girl. When she came back she handed me a letter, faded and yellow with age, the edges of the envelope worn and frayed as though it had been much handled. But when I came to open it I found that the seal was unbroken.
"Open it ,open it,"said Great-aunt Stephia, and her voice was shaking
I broke the seal and read.

It was not a love letter in the true sense of the word, but pages of the minutest directions of how"my sweetest Phina"was to elude her father's vigilance, creep down to the drift at night and there meet Jantje with a horse which would take her to Smitsdorp. There she was to go to "my true friend, Henry Wilson",who would give her money and make arrangements for her to follow her lover to Cape Town and from there to England ," where, my love, we can he be married at once. But if, my dearest, you are not sure that you can face lift with me in a land strange to you, then do not take this important step, for I love you too much to wish you the smallest unhappiness. If you do not come, and if I do not hear from you, then I shall know that you could never be happy so far from the people and the country which you love. If, however, you feel you can keep your promise to me, but are of too timid and modest a journey to England unaccompanied, then write to me, and I will, by some means, return to fetch my bride."

I read no further.
"But Aunt Phina!"I gasped. "Why…why…?"
The old lady was watching me with trembling eagerness, her face flushed and her eyes bright with expectation."Read it aloud, my dear,"she said."I want to hear every word of it. There was never anyone I could trust…Uitlanders were hated in my young days…I could not ask anyone."
"But, Auntie, don't you even know what he wrote?"
The old lady looked down, troubled and shy like a child who has unwittingly done wrong.
"No, dear," she said, speaking very low."You see, I never learned to read.

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