MY PAST STORY

Live in small vilage, when I was 9 years old boy, I anxious about whom is my real parent. You know I was taken care by my grandma and grandpa from 2 month old baby till 9 years old . But at that day I know the tru parrent. some day my mother and father want to took care of me, I know that but I am afraid being separated with my grandma dan grandpa. You know my father not live in the vilage but in town. That day I was feel how live all in strange, with new place, new people, new habbit, how iritated. Though my grandma accompany me for while, I still cried when she left to go her home vilage. That is my little of my story , my be you have the same story like me, tell me your story and we can share to each other. Till now I still consider my grand grandpa is my mother and father to, so I have four parent. Our hard relationship cant being separated. Now , My grandma was die , I has become adult man I wish if My child later would never experience like I was done. They wouldn't take care for long time by their grandma dan grandpa, I would never leave them. I wish.

REMOTE PLACE

What was happen when people from remote place writing, its me. I gathered my courage to do this. part by part of word was arranged by wish to express my hard feeling. I don't care about the speeling but I want do the best. a remote place with full of wide rice field was the place which I wrote. green grass and sound of water flow together with litle tear of my eyes, felt of thank God. I saw rice birds flew hither and thither, its showed to me thats they never feel sad. All of it's scenery made my hard conscious.

LITTLE STORY

I was so exited if you wish to read my blog. From here,the small vilage of Demak, Semarang Indonesia, I write some kind of just little story. Born here with deligful of little joy at the pass. Small child was run over the treet near the river, many kites flied over the sky whith many colour make beauty. Many child head turned up to see the blue and the colour kites. I don't believed with such joy at the pass, now I miss that. blue sky scattered with kites and at night spread of small fire works. Now the small boy was grow up and walked around with rain of shine. Bad and good become experienced, ever meet deep hole and high hill, cry and laugh, sad and joy everything any sort of. My hair ever drop off, my tooth ever come loose, my skin ever peeled off without painful or either with. Thas all just ever till now, but I never back to be child any more. I just write in my language, try to speak english, if any not in a good place, I apologiz for all of my write. That's my litle story and my own accusation, next time if i have, I would try to write more story or any thing, oke bye bye. Good luck for all of you.