captured photos jambi upload to :
http://star777photo.blogspot.com
talk to GOD
GOD must not listen to devil deceiver !
GOD must not approve devil's demand !
GOD must not let devil do bad things !
GOD must not approve devil's demand !
GOD must not let devil do bad things !
GOD give me power !
i want power ! i need power !
GOD give me power !
in the name of JESUS ! i have power ! amen !
GOD give me power to heal !
in the name of JESUS ! i have power to heal ! amen !
GOD give me power to lead !
in the name of JESUS ! i have power to lead ! amen !
GOD heal my father !
in the name of JESUS ! my father healed ! amen !
GOD heal my right hand !
in the name of JESUS ! my right hand healed ! amen !
GOD heal my eyes !
in the name of JESUS ! my eyes healed ! amen !
GOD heal all christians !
in the name of JESUS ! all christians healed ! amen !
thanks GOD JESUS ! haleluYAH ! haleluYAH ! haleluYAH !
GOD give me power !
in the name of JESUS ! i have power ! amen !
GOD give me power to heal !
in the name of JESUS ! i have power to heal ! amen !
GOD give me power to lead !
in the name of JESUS ! i have power to lead ! amen !
GOD heal my father !
in the name of JESUS ! my father healed ! amen !
GOD heal my right hand !
in the name of JESUS ! my right hand healed ! amen !
GOD heal my eyes !
in the name of JESUS ! my eyes healed ! amen !
GOD heal all christians !
in the name of JESUS ! all christians healed ! amen !
thanks GOD JESUS ! haleluYAH ! haleluYAH ! haleluYAH !
walk long way hot jambi
today 26 august 2010
start 12:30 ~ end 16:30
total time 4 four hours
i walk alone on the road of jambi,
i walk the road that i never walk,
after walk long i realize i wrong,
wrong destination to out of city,
i look sign south east ring road,
i turn back and use sun direct,
i am at south east of jambi city,
then i must go up to north west,
i captured some photos of jambi,
wow very hot sun burn my body,
i buy water drink and pour head,
after i walk near to center then,
i via ojek motorcycle goto mall,
in toilet room soak feet to water,
i sms sms sms sms sms sms sms,
hot sun cleared my mind fresh,
i rest sit in toilet for 30 minutes,
and go up mall buy pop ice eat,
then goto book store read book,
time 18:30 i goto home of sister,
bath dinner upload to my album.
start 12:30 ~ end 16:30
total time 4 four hours
i walk alone on the road of jambi,
i walk the road that i never walk,
after walk long i realize i wrong,
wrong destination to out of city,
i look sign south east ring road,
i turn back and use sun direct,
i am at south east of jambi city,
then i must go up to north west,
i captured some photos of jambi,
wow very hot sun burn my body,
i buy water drink and pour head,
after i walk near to center then,
i via ojek motorcycle goto mall,
in toilet room soak feet to water,
i sms sms sms sms sms sms sms,
hot sun cleared my mind fresh,
i rest sit in toilet for 30 minutes,
and go up mall buy pop ice eat,
then goto book store read book,
time 18:30 i goto home of sister,
bath dinner upload to my album.
accept it no choice
destiny fate predestination,
accept it and no choice.
accept it and no choice.
example of fate is:
character of human.
human character is permanent can not change,
human can not reject this permanent gift of GOD,
human can only accept it and live in the destiny.
GOD has planned for every human their own fate,
GOD has created destiny for every person human,
GOD has make every human must live in destiny.
to be or not to be
http://www.save.org
http://www.suicide.org
http://www.suicide.com
http://www.metanoia.org/suicide
http://kidshealth.org/teen/your_mind/mental_health/suicide.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suicide
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_be,_or_not_to_be
William Shakespeare's Hamlet (written about 1600)
To be or not to be – that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep
No more – and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to – ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’ oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.—Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
http://www.suicide.org
http://www.suicide.com
http://www.metanoia.org/suicide
http://kidshealth.org/teen/your_mind/mental_health/suicide.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suicide
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_be,_or_not_to_be
William Shakespeare's Hamlet (written about 1600)
To be or not to be – that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep
No more – and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to – ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’ oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.—Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
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