No Vacancy

Haahahahahahaha…dapat suplai buku oke

The bottom line—>

No matter how frantic, stressed and obsessed with work you are, life is going on all around you and it’s a shame to miss out on it…

Last Letter Home

The first casualty of war is innocence….read on

11-Sept.-69

Dear Mom and Dad,

Getting short, Mom, coming home pretty soon. Going to quit flying soon, too much for me now. I went in front of a board for sp/5 will know soon if i made it. I have now 20 oak leaf clusters and some more paper for you. I have flown 1500 hours now, and in those hours I could tell you a lifetime story. I have been put in for a medal again, but this time I have seen far beyond of what ever you will see. That is why I’m going to quit flying. I dream of Valerie’s hand touching mine telling me to come home; but I wake up, and it’s some sergeant telling me I have to fly. Today I am 21, far away but coming home older.

Love,
Larry

Larry died within 24 hours after this letter was written; and by that time, it really was his 21st birthday in the States.
Larry was in the 129th AHC, Dec. ‘68 til Sept. ‘69

War Letter

A LETTER TO MY WIFE

My name is Stanley Homiski; and I served with B Troop, 3/4 Cav, 25th Inf Div starting as an RTO and ending my tour as the Commo Sgt. I was married shortly before shipping out and have stayed married to the same woman for 30 years. I have two children–a daughter, Christin, 28 years, who is a doctor in Chattanooga, TN, and a son, Scott, 24 years, who works for the telephone company. This is a letter I wrote to my wife on May 25, 1968.

25 May, 1968

Dear Roberta,

Today is probably the worst day I have ever lived in my entire, short life. Once again we were in contact with Charlie, and once again we suffered losses. The losses we had today hit home, as my best friend in this shit hole was killed. He was only 22 years old and was going on R&R on the first of June to meet his wife in Hawaii. I feel that if I was only a half second sooner in pulling the trigger, he would still be alive.

Strange how short a time a half of a second is–the difference between life and death. This morning we were talking about how we were only two years different in age and how we both had gotten married before coming to this place. You know, I can still feel his presence as I write this letter and hope that I am able to survive and leave this far behind me.

If there is a place called Hell this surely must be it, and we must be the Devil’s disciples doing all his dirty work. I keep asking myself if there is a God, then how the hell come young men with so much to live for have to die. I just hope that his death is not in vain.

I look forward to the day when I will take my R&R. If I play my cards right, I should be able to get it for Hawaii so our anniversary will be in that time frame. The reason I say this is by Sept., I will have more than enough time in country to get my pick of places and dates. I promise I will do everything necessary to insure that I make that date, and I hope that tomorrow is quiet.

We will be going into base camp soon for our three-day stand down. I will try to write you a longer letter at that time. Please don’t worry too much about me, as if you won’t, for I will take care of myself and look forward to the day I am able to be with you again.

Love,
Stan

After two decades in the jungle hills of East Timor, the resistance

Independent, The (London),  Nov 4, 1998  by Richard Lloyd Parry in East Timor

IN GREETING Commander Lere Anak Timur, deputy chief of staff of Fretilin, the East Timorese guerrilla army, you clap him on both shoulders in a bear hug, but you do not shake his hand for the simple reason that it is not all there. In 1984, during a battle with Indonesian soldiers, the middle finger was shot off.

It was the first of three encounters with an Indonesian bullet: the second, in 1992, grazed his face, the third, in 1996, is still lodged in his leg.”In East Timor, we fight with cockerels,” says the commander. “And a cockerel that has been injured fights more bravely.”

Cool Line

aku mencoba untuk tak pernah meminta maaf kepada hidup
karena hidup terlalu singkat untuk disesali
dan terlalu basah untuk di isi air mata

hmmm…..what a cool line, taken from ‘9 naga’

Tretttt…tetttt….teeetttt -Deadline-

Klien kakap sedang menunggu jangan sampe project lepas bro…gede tu bro…..bisa naik haji…wakakakakaka

Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)

One of my all time fave song….along side dream theater’s spirit carries on
get the vids at youtube enjoy

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don’t ask why
It’s not a question, but a lesson learned in time

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it’s worth it was worth all the while

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

Who Is She

hmmmm….treng…treng siapa dia?
Hmmm…nu cool header….. udah lama cari header yang kayak gini….

Then…….The Fun Is Back

Wawawawwawaawwa  big thanks to ppl who seed this incredible list of pass

Republik – Hanya Ingin Kau Tahu

Ku telah miliki
Rasa indahnya perihku
Rasa hancurnya harapku
Kau lepas cintaku

Rasakan abadi
Sekalipun kau mengerti
Sekalipun kau pahami
Ku pikir ku salah mengertimu

Aku hanya ingin kau tahu
Besarnya cintaku
Tingginya khayalku bersamamu

As she walked out of his life forever

Hahhahah….ini novel keeeereeeen juga bro

Andra and The Backbone – Dan Tidurlah

Pejamkanlah
Rebahkanlah dirimu
Lepaskanlah segala yang tlah kau lewati

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Bermimpilah
Mimpi tentang diriku
Jadikanlah sebagai bunga tidurmu yang indah

Reff:
Dan tidurlah sayang
Biarkan dirimu merentang melayang
Dan aku disana menunggu dirimu tuk terbang bersama
Sampai esok tlah menjelang

Have you ever stood at the crossroads?

Have you ever stood at the crossroads? I guess in some ways we could say that we do every day.

For the past few months I have stood at the crossroads paralyzed by fear on which way to go. As I stood looking at the roads that crossed in front of me it has forced me to look at my life and all my hopes, dreams, and plans. How did I get here at the crossroads? Why the confusion? Many times I wanted to take the road that would lead me out of what I believed was God’s call for my life. I wanted to run away and save myself.

Life is About Choices and the Decisions We Make

Life is like a road. There are long and short roads; smooth and rocky roads; crooked and straight paths. In our life many roads would come our way as we journey through life. There are roads that lead to a life of single blessedness, marriage, and religious vocation. There are also roads that lead to fame and fortune on one hand, or isolation and poverty on the other. There are roads to happiness as there are roads to sadness, roads towards victory and jubilation, and roads leading to defeat and disappointment.

Just like any road, there are corners, detours, and crossroads in life. Perhaps the most perplexing road that you would encounter is a crossroad. With four roads to choose from and with limited knowledge on where they would go, which road will you take? What is the guarantee that we would choose the right one along the way? Would you take any road, or just stay where you are: in front of a crossroad?