The Meaning Of Life

Today is my graduation day. finally after 4 months the day has finally comes.
for sure im not to excited about this day. but after saw my moms cheers when i was fitting the wardrobe the day before, i said to myself i’d do this day for them, for my parents. let them be proud of their son graduated from collage.

at the graduation ceremony. my friend who is sitting next to me suddenly asked me, who do you think the person who has the happiest smile in this room? he said. i wasnt be able to answers that. then he said its your parents, what is the happiest thing in the world is that they can see their children walking down the hall graduation day. i was quickly turn my head toward her, she was looking at me that time.

educating children to collage may not be a difficult thing to do for some family.
but my dads is different. he has to leave his family, his wife, 2 sons and a daughter, far away.. sacrificing him self for us. the family.

i still remember the day that my father was jobless here with us few years ago. we were having financial troublesome, i was on 5 semester if im not mistaken. i almost have to drop from collage cause of that. that day i was with my father in the living room we both speechless, the next word that comes out is "no need to worry, you just concentrate on your study, let me take care the rest. i will find a way". i dont know how to react, i just gesture saying yes with my head.

my mom in other hand. always trying to be smilin for us her 3 children who has grown alot. today im 23, my brother is 25 and younger my sister is 17. i still sees the cheers and laughter when my dads call home. after years i still sees it, the cheers and laughter. it shows that both of them has never been apart though they live so far away.

today i’ve learned. living has to be a perpose.
my dad live to support his family
my mom live to take care her children stay in the right track
for myself i live to see their smile, cheers and laughter.

for you whose reading my blogs. thank you.
thank you for knowing me.
thank you for teaching me how to make smile and laugh

smile and laughter,

Jimmy Octavious Tjong, S Kom

Sweet words are easy to say,
Sweet things are easy 2 buy,
But sweet people are difficult to find.
Life ends when U stop dreaming,
Hope ends when U stop believing,
Love ends when U stop caring,
Friendship ends when U stop sharing.
So share this with whom ever U consider a friend.
To love without condition,
To talk without intention,
To give without reason,
And to care without expectation
is the heart of a truefriend…

Love Story

Segalanya berawal ketika saya masih
berumur 6 th. Ketika saya sedang bermain di
halaman rumah saya di California, saya
bertemu seorang anak laki-laki. Dia seperti
anak laki2 lainnya yang menggoda saya dan
kemudian saya mengejarnya dan
memukulnya.

Setelah pertemuan pertama dimana saya
memukulnya, kami selalu bertemu dan
saling memukul satu sama lain di batas
pagar itu. Tapi itu tidaklah lama. Kami selalu
bertemu di pagar itu dan kami selalu
bersama. Saya menceritakan semua rahasia
saya. Dia sangat pendiam… dia hanya
mendengarkan apa yg saya katakan. Saya
menganggap dia enak diajak bicara dan
saya dapat berbicara kepadanya ttg apa saja.

Di sekolah, kami memiliki teman2 yg
berbeda tapi ketika kami pulang ke rumah,
kami selalu berbicara ttg apa yg terjadi di
sekolah. Suatu hari, saya bercerita
kepadanya ttg anak laki2 yg saya sukai tetapi
telah menyakiti hati saya…. Dia menghibur
saya dan mengatakan segalanya akan
beres.

Dia memberikan kata2 yg mendukung dan
membantu saya utk melupakannya. Saya
sangat bahagia dan menganggapnya
sebagai teman sejati. Tetapi saya tahu
bahwa sesungguhnya ada yg lainnya dari
dirinya yg saya suka. Saya memikirkannya
malam itu dan memutuskan kalau itu adalah
rasa persahabatan.

Selama SMA dan semasa kelulusan, kami
selalu bersama dan tentu saja saya berpikir
bahwa ini adalah persahabatan. Tetapi jauh
di lubuk hati, saya tahu bahwa ada sesuatu
yg lain. Pada malam kelulusan, meskipun
kami memiliki pasangan sendiri2,
sesungguhnya saya menginginkan bahwa
sayalah yg menjadi pasangannya. Malam itu,
setelah semua orang pulang, saya pergi ke
rumahnya untuk mengatakannya.

Malam itu adalah kesempatan terbesar yg
saya miliki tapi saya hanya duduk di sana
dan memandangi bintang bersamanya dan
bercakap2 tentang cita2 kami. Saya melihat
ke matanya dan mendengarkan ia bercerita
ttg impiannya. Bagaimana dia ingin menikah
dan sebagainya. Dia bercerita bagaimana
dia ingin menjadi orang kaya dan sukses. Yg
dapat saya lakukan hanya menceritakan
impian saya dan duduk dekat dengan dia.

Saya pulang ke rumah dgn terluka krn saya
tidak mengatakan perasaan saya yg
sebenarnya. Saya sangat ingin mengatakan
bahwa saya sangat mencintainya tapi saya
takut. Saya membiarkan perasaan itu pergi
dan berkata kepada diri saya sendiri bahwa
suatu hari saya akan mengatakan
kepadanya mengenai perasaan saya.

Selama di universitas, saya ingin
mengatakan kepadanya tetapi dia selalu
bersama2 dengan seseorg. Setelah lulus,
dia mendapatkan pekerjaan di New York.
Saya sangat gembira untuknya, tapi pada
saat yg sama saya sangat bersedih
menyaksikan kepergiannya. Saya sedih krn
saya menyadari ia pergi utk pekerjaan
besarnya. Jadi… saya menyimpan perasaan
saya utk diri saya sendiri dan melihatnya
pergi dgn pesawat.

Saya menangis ketika saya memeluknya krn
saya merasa seperti ini adalah saat terakhir.
Saya pulang ke rumah malam itu dan
menangis. Saya merasa terluka krn saya
tidak mengatakan apa yg ada di hati saya.

Saya memperoleh pekerjaan sbg sekretaris
dan akhirnya menjadi seorg analis komputer.
Saya sangat bangga dgn prestasi saya.
Suatu hari saya menerima undangan
pernikahan. Undangan itu darinya. Saya
bahagia dan sedih pada saat yg bersamaan.

Skr saya tahu kalau saya tak akan pernah
bersamanya dan kami hanya bisa menjadi
teman. Saya pergi ke pesta pernikahan itu
bulan berikutnya. Itu adalah sebuah peristiwa
besar. Saya bertemu dgn pengantin wanita
dan tentu saja juga dengannya. Sekali lagi
saya merasa jatuh cinta. Tapi saya bertahan
agar tidak mengacaukan apa yg seharusnya
menjadi hari paling bahagia bagi mereka.
Saya mencoba bersenang2 malam itu, tapi
sangat menyakitkan hati melihat dia begitu
bahagia dan saya mencoba untuk bahagia
menutupi air mata kesedihan yg ada di hati
saya.

Saya meninggalkan New York merasa
bahwa saya telah melakukan hal yg tepat.
Sebelum saya berangkat… tiba2 dia muncul
dan mengucapkan salam perpisahan dan
mengatakan betapa ia sangat bahagia
bertemu dgn saya. Saya pulang ke rumah
dan mencoba melupakan semua yg terjadi di
New York.

Kehidupan saya harus terus berjalan.
Tahun2 berlalu… kami saling menulis surat
dan bercerita mengenai segala hal yg terjadi
dan bagaimana dia merindukan utk
berbicara dgn saya.

Pada suatu ketika, dia tak pernah lagi
membalas surat saya. Saya sangat kuatir
mengapa dia tidak membalas surat saya
meskipun saya telah menulis 6 surat
kepadanya..

Ketika semuanya seolah tiada harapan, tiba2
saya menerima sebuah catatan kecil yg
mengatakan : "Temui saya di pagar dimana
kita biasa bercakap2"

Saya pergi ke sana dan melihatnya di sana.
Saya sangat bahagia melihatnya tetapi dia
sedang patah hati dan bersedih. Kami
berpelukan sampai kami kesulitan utk
bernafas. Kemudian ia menceritakan kepada
saya ttg perceraian dan mengapa dia tidak
pernah menulis surat kepada saya. Dia
menangis sampai dia tak dapat menangis
lagi… Akhirnya kami kembali ke rumah dan
bercerita dan tertawa ttg apa yg telah saya
lakukan mengisi waktu. Akan tetapi, saya
tetap tidak dapat mengatakan kepadanya
bagaimana perasaan saya yg sesungguhnya
kepadanya.

Hari2 berikutnya… dia gembira dan
melupakan semua masalah dan
perceraiannya. Saya jatuh cinta lagi
kepadanya. Ketika tiba saatnya dia kembali
ke New York, saya menemuinya dan
menangis. Saya benci melihatnya harus
pergi. Dia berjanji utk menemui saya setiap
kali dia mendapat libur.

Saya tak dapat menunggu saat dia datang
shg saya dpt bersamanya. Kami selalu
bergembira ketika sedang bersama. Suatu
hari dia tidak muncul sebagaimana yg telah
dijanjikan. Saya berpikir bahwa mungkin dia
sibuk. Hari berganti bulan dan saya
melupakannya. Suatu hari saya mendapat
sebuah telepon dari New York. Pengacara
mengatakan bahwa ia telah meninggal dlm
sebuah kecelakaan mobil dlm perjalanan ke
airport. Hati saya patah. Saya sangat terkejut
akan kejadian ini

Skrg saya tahu… mengapa ia tidak muncul
hari itu. Saya menangis semalaman. Air
mata kesedihan dan kepedihan. Bertanya2
mengapa hal ini bisa terjadi terhadap
seseorg yg begitu baik spt dia ? Saya
mengumpulkan barang2 saya dan pergi ke
New York utk pembacaan surat wasiatnya.
Tentu saja semuanya diberikan kepada
keluarganya dan mantan istrinya. Akhirnya
saya dapat bertemu dengan mantan istrinya
lagi setelah terakhir kali saya bertemu pada
pesta pernikahan. Dia menceritakan
bagaimana mantan suaminya. Tapi
suaminya selalu tampak tidak bahagia.
Apapun yg dia kerjakan… tidak bisa membuat
suaminya bahagia spt saat pesta pernikahan
mereka. Ketika surat wasiat dibacakan,
satu2nya yg diberikan kepada saya adalah
sebuah diary.

Itu adalah diary kehidupannya. Saya
menangis karena itu diberikan kepada saya.
Saya tak dapat berpikir… Mengapa ini
diberikan kepada saya ?

Saya mengambilnya dan terbang kembali ke
California. Ketika saya di pesawat, saya
teringat saat2 indah yg kami miliki bersama.
Saya mulai membaca diary itu. Diary dimulai
ketika hari pertama kami berjumpa. Saya
terus membaca sampai saya mulai
menangis. Diary itu bercerita bahwa dia jatuh
cinta kepada saya di hari ketika saya patah
hati.

Tapi dia takut utk mengatakannya kepada
saya. Itulah sebabnya mengapa dia begitu
diam dan mendengarkan segala perkataan
saya. Diary itu menceritakan bagaimana dia
ingin mengatakannya kepada saya berkali2,
tetapi takut. Diary itu bercerita ketika dia ke
New York dan jatuh cinta dgn yg lain.
Bagaimana dia begitu bahagia ketika
bertemu dan berdansa dengan saya di hari
pernikahannya.

Dia berkata bahwa ia membayangkan bahwa
itu adalah pernikahan kami. Bagaimana dia
selalu tidak bahagia sampai akhirnya harus
menceraikan istrinya. Saat2 terindah dalam
kehidupannya adalah ketika membaca huruf
demi huruf yg saya tulis kepadanya.

Akhirnya diary itu berakhir dengan tulisan,
"Hari ini saya akan mengatakan kepadanya
kalau saya mencintainya "

Itu adalah hari dimana dia terbunuh. Hari
dimana pada akhirnya saya akan
mengetahui apa yg sesungguhnya ada dlm
hatinya.

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Pesan moral yg ada dari cerita tersebut :

Jika engkau mencintai seseorang,

"JANGAN TUNGGU ESOK HARI UNTUK
MENGATAKAN KEPADANYA"

karena esok hari itu… mungkin takkan
pernah ada.. ;((

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain.

Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil
with their backs towards the sky.

I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me.

I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around
me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from
my father’s drawer. Father had discovered about the
stolen money right away.

He made me and my younger brother kneel against the
wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand.

"Who stole the money?" he asked.

I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us
admitted to the fault, so he said, "Fine, if nobody
wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"

He lifted up the bamboo stick.

Suddenly, my y! ounger brother gripped father’s hand and
said," Dad, I was the one who did it!"

The long stick smacked my brother’s back repeatedly.

Father was so an! gry that he kept on whipping my
brother until he lost his breath.

After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded
my brother, "You have learned to steal from your own
house now. What other embarrassing things will you be
possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to
death, you shameless thief!"

That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His
body was full of wounds from the beating but he never
shed a single tear.

In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out
loudly.

My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and
said, " Sis, now don’t cry anymore. Everything has
happened."

I still hate myself for not having enough courage to
admit what I did.

Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it
just ha! ppened yesterday.

I will never forget my brother’s ____expression when he
protected me.

That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11
years old.

When my brother was in his last year of secondary
school, he was accepted in an upper

secondary school in the central. At the same time, I
was accepted into a university in the province.

That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking,
packet by packet.

I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children,
they have good results? very good results?"

Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the
use? How can we possibly finance both of them?"

At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front
of father and said,"Dad, I don’t want to continue my
study anymore, I have read enough books."

Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his
face.

"Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it
means I have to beg for money ! on the streets, I will
send you two to school until you have both finished
your study!"

And then, he started to knock on every house in the
vil! lage to borrow money.

I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother’s
swollen face, and told him, "A boy has to continue his
study; If not, he will not be able to overcome this
poverty we are experiencing."

I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my
study at the university.

Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my
brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out
clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my side of
the bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting
into a university is not easy. I will go find a job
and I will send money to you."

I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried
until I lost my voice.

That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years
old.

With the money father borrowed from the wh! ole village,
and the money my brother earned from carrying cement
on his back at a construction site,finally, I managed
to get to the third year of my stud! y in the
university.

One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate
came in and told me,"There’s a villager waiting for
you outside!"

Why would there be a villager looking for me? I walked
out, and I saw my brother from afar. His whole body
was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked
him, "Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my
brother?"

He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What
will they think if they would know that I am your
brother? Won’t they laugh at you?"

I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept
away dirt and dust from my brother’s body. And told
him with a lump in my throat, " I don’t care what
people would say! You are my brother no matter what
your appearance is?"

>From his! pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He
put it on my hair and said, "I saw all the girls in
town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have
one."
I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my
brother into my arms and cried.

That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years
old.

I noticed that the broken window was repaired the
first time I brought my boyfriend home. The house was
scrubbed cleaned.

After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl
in front of my mother, "Mom, you didn’t have to spend
so much time cleaning the house!" But she told me with
a smile," It was your brother who went home early to
clean the house. Didn’t you see the wound on his hand?
He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window."

I went into my brother’s bedroom. Looking at his thin
face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked
in my heart.

I appliedsome ointment on his wound a! nd pu a bandag on
it, "Does it hurt? " I asked him.

"No, it doesn’t hurt. You know, when at the
construction site, stones keep falling on my feet .
Even tha! t could not stop me from working."

In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my
back on him and tears rolled down my face.

That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years
old.

After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times
my husband invited my parents to come and live with
us, but they didn’t want.

They said, once they left the village,they wouldn’t
know what to do.

My brother agreed with them. He said, "Sis, you just
take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of
mom and dad here."

My husband became the director of his factory. We
asked my brother to accept the offer of being the
manager in the maintenance department. But my brother
rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a
repairman instead fo! r a start.

One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder
repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was
sent to the hospital.

My husband and I visite! d him at the hospital. Looking
at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled, "Why did
you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers
won’t do something dangerous like that. Now look at
you, You ar suffering a serious injury. Why didn’t you
just listen to us?"

With a serious ____expression on his face, he defended
his decision, "Think of brother-in-law. He just
became the director, and I being uneducated, and would
become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly
around?"

My husband’s eyes filled up with tears, and then I
said, "But you lack in education only because of me!"

"Why do you talk about the past?" he said and then he
held my hand.

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years
old.

My brother was 30 years old when h! e married a farmer
girl from the village.

During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies
asked him, "Who is the one person you respect and love
the most?"

Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My
sister." He continued by telling a story I could not
even remember.

"When I was in primary school, the school was in a
different village. Everyday, my sister and I would
walk for 2 hours to school and back home. One day, I
lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me
one of hers.

She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When
we got home, her hands were trembling because of the
cold weather that she could not even hold her
chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that as long as
I live, I would take care of my sister and will always
be good to her."

Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their
attention to me.

I found it hard to speak, "In my whole life, the one Iwould like to thank most is my brother," And in this
happy occasion,in front of the crowd, tears were
rolling down my face again.

Love and! care for the one you love every single days
of your life. You may think what you did is just a
small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.

Have a nice day ! May this story inspire you
in any way!