Yogyakarta, December 7th 2009
Yesterday, I joined Padmanaba Fun Bike around Jogja.
Pfffhhh...
That event had already successfully tightened my legs and arms. YEAH!!!
December 7, 2009
December 4, 2009
Viva La Vida!!!!
Yesterday, I watched a movie starred by Jim Carrey and Zoe Deschannel titled 'YES MAN'. In that movie, Carl Allen (Jim Carrey) was a person living with kinda a sucks life. And one day, one of his friend suggested him to live the life by joining the self improvement programme called 'Yes Man'. He followed that suggestion.
In that program, Carl made a covenant that every time to an opportunity presented itself, no matter what it was, he would say 'YES' and if he broke that covenant things could get a little decay. He obeyed that covenant. Starting from saying 'YES' to help one of homeless , to take flight , Korean language and guitar courses, to attend a 'unique' band show, to attend a costume party hosted by his weird job partner, to approve all the loan applied to him (FYI: his job at the movie was a credit assessor), and other spontaneous things. Because of those actions, his life got better. He really lived his life .Even there were also some terrible problems caused by his ability to say 'No'. Overall that movie is so obviously meaningful.
The lessons I can take from this movie are:
#1 Everybody has privilege to choose, either saying 'YES' or 'NO' to every opportunity presents itself.
#2 There won't be any regret if we live our live. On that film, there was a statement from Allison (Zoey Deschannel) I love most:
"The world's a playground. You know that when you're kid but somewhere along the way everyone forgets it"
Yeay...
Why don't we fill our life with ton of joy and happiness just like we did while were a kid?!?
Well...A few days ago, I got a chat via Yahoo Messenger with Raka. FYI: He was the minister of Sport Department in KM ITB cabinet 06/07 -Izul's period- and I was his secretary at that time. His YM status at the day had been 'being like Australian' and then he changed it into 'living like Australian'. I asked about the meaning of his status and then he explained that he were at Australia at that time. He planned to stay there until May next year. He told me that he was in his vacation and during that long vacation, he planned to apply job there. The job might be a dirty job first and then if there was a chance he wanted to apply as urban planner -matching with his education background.
Then I asked him why it should be so far away to get job and his answer was simple: he wanted it. He wanted to enjoy a pieces of time in his life. He said that his life was just once, and he would fill it by doing anything he desired to do. So when his death came on the edge of his throat, he would say that he had been pleased of his selves and had no regret at all.
Wow, I never thought before that a kind of straight-lined person like Raka could have that idea like that to filling his life. I really envy him. He's such a kinda of 'Talk less Do more person. I felt so ashamed. I always talk about my dream to live my life, but none action I had taken to make them come true.
#3 The thing that will always block our way to live our live is our own silly or unreasonable scare. In the YES MAN movie, Carl was so scare that he hadn't been enough for anybody. He was scared that he had nothing to share with another people. But then he threw away his scare. To live our life we often need to ignore all the doubt and scare inside ourselves. We should be confidence in ourselves that we are capable. We won't ever know our ability unless we try it right?!?
#4 We have to be conscious that we won't be able to please every people in our life. Please another person doesn't always scarify our own joy. There's always be win-win solution, right?!?
SO....
Live just once.
VIVA LA VIDA!!!
Everybody lies, doesn't he/she?!?
Yogyakarta, December 4th 2009
Have you ever lied?!?
OR
Have you ever been lied?!?
OR
Have you ever been lied?!?
Which one irritates you more?!?
No matter what the answer, lie is painful no matter how white it is.
Everybody lies because they think that it is human privilege. Is it right?!?
December 2, 2009
Adult-Met 'Brother-Sister '
Yogyakarta, December 4th 2009
@Break Coffee Shop
@Break Coffee Shop
Around one moment ago, at November 3rd exactly, while I was online in break Coffee Shop, I had a chat with someone with YM id coco_anaka7. He is one of Luki-my senior in HMS- 's friend. No matter how, the central topic we discussed was about family -a child love to his/her mom exactly. At that time, I felt that God had sent him to be my 'elder brother'.
Two days later, while I was in the Lodaya Night Train taken me from Yogya to Bandung, (still via YM) I talked with him again. The topic was still about family -about how to love father. I was more convinced that God had sent him to be my elder brother.
A few days later, we had a light talk. From that talk, I knew that he was not in taken relationship. I didn't know why spontaneously I changed my mind that time. I hate to confess this, at that time I wanted him not as an elder brother anymore. I wished someday he could have been my boyfriend.
Then..In the next chat, he informed me that his mother had already had a would-be daughter in law. Well... OK. That painful information had brought me back to the track to consider him as my 'elder brother'. No matter what happened, just like what Kent suggested to me, I should be overwhelmed with gratitude for every gift God had given to me. And I was convinced that coco_anaka7 was one of His best gift to me.
Through the days after, he had haunted me with his SPAM (Stupid pointless Annoying Message) either via SMS or YM. He had successfully made me crazy after reading his confusing message. I was irritated of that condition. I wasn't ready to face him as my 'elder-brother. I was in process of reconsidering him as my 'elder brother'. It was the most painful time in my life.
One day, I was so awful after hearing my mother's statement about her readiness to leave my father. What a socking statement it was?!? I needed a shoulder to cry on at that time, Spontaneously informed my 'elder brother' via SMS. He was a great brother at all. He cheered me up. He gave me some strength to face this awkward condition. I felt that I was so unfair to him. He had acted as a good 'elder' brother to me. But me?!? I was too selfish still wanted him more than an 'elder brother'. I even avoided from him for a while.
When we talked again, a few days ago, with bunch of confidence, I felt that he missed me. And honestly, I confessed that I missed him too.
This day, we talked again. He told me about his dilematic condition Actually, I convinced that he had already known how to make decision to that condition. From that talk, I knew that he trust me to help him solve his problem. Pffhhh...He really considered me as his 'little sister' sincerely.
Since this day, I'll try to be a good 'little sister ' to him. KEEP MY WORD!!!
Two days later, while I was in the Lodaya Night Train taken me from Yogya to Bandung, (still via YM) I talked with him again. The topic was still about family -about how to love father. I was more convinced that God had sent him to be my elder brother.
A few days later, we had a light talk. From that talk, I knew that he was not in taken relationship. I didn't know why spontaneously I changed my mind that time. I hate to confess this, at that time I wanted him not as an elder brother anymore. I wished someday he could have been my boyfriend.
Then..In the next chat, he informed me that his mother had already had a would-be daughter in law. Well... OK. That painful information had brought me back to the track to consider him as my 'elder brother'. No matter what happened, just like what Kent suggested to me, I should be overwhelmed with gratitude for every gift God had given to me. And I was convinced that coco_anaka7 was one of His best gift to me.
Through the days after, he had haunted me with his SPAM (Stupid pointless Annoying Message) either via SMS or YM. He had successfully made me crazy after reading his confusing message. I was irritated of that condition. I wasn't ready to face him as my 'elder-brother. I was in process of reconsidering him as my 'elder brother'. It was the most painful time in my life.
One day, I was so awful after hearing my mother's statement about her readiness to leave my father. What a socking statement it was?!? I needed a shoulder to cry on at that time, Spontaneously informed my 'elder brother' via SMS. He was a great brother at all. He cheered me up. He gave me some strength to face this awkward condition. I felt that I was so unfair to him. He had acted as a good 'elder' brother to me. But me?!? I was too selfish still wanted him more than an 'elder brother'. I even avoided from him for a while.
When we talked again, a few days ago, with bunch of confidence, I felt that he missed me. And honestly, I confessed that I missed him too.
This day, we talked again. He told me about his dilematic condition Actually, I convinced that he had already known how to make decision to that condition. From that talk, I knew that he trust me to help him solve his problem. Pffhhh...He really considered me as his 'little sister' sincerely.
Since this day, I'll try to be a good 'little sister ' to him. KEEP MY WORD!!!
Pasta Again and Again
Yogyakarta, Desember 1st 2009
Tonight, I ate a great Lasagna at Parsley Jakkal. Hmmm... Yummy!!!
Buon Appetito!!!
Tonight, I ate a great Lasagna at Parsley Jakkal. Hmmm... Yummy!!!
Buon Appetito!!!
November 30, 2009
The Yummy Farfalle Pasta
Bandung, November 30th 2009
In this rainy day, I called 022-2016126 -the number of Farfalle pasta Delivery to order some pasta for my late Lunch. And then...
Fusilli Spicy Tuna
In this rainy day, I called 022-2016126 -the number of Farfalle pasta Delivery to order some pasta for my late Lunch. And then...
Pastas I ate today:
Spaghetti Bolognese
Spaghetti Bolognese
Fusilli Spicy TunaHmm...
Yummy...
Nyam nyam nyam delicioso...
Thanks to Farfalle Pasta Delivery.
You really healed my hunger.
Yummy...
Nyam nyam nyam delicioso...
Thanks to Farfalle Pasta Delivery.
You really healed my hunger.
'Mau Pacar' Syndrome
Bandung, in the end of November Rain 2009
I don't know how and why, recently I have been suffered by 'Mau Pacar' Syndrome. The things that has successfully boosted that syndrome attack are:
*The fact that I'm he only JOMBLO among my siblings.
*My talk with my lovely best friend Anggi Tria a.k.a Tante about her eldest sister that had almost been awarded/labeled with "SILVER JOMBLO" (A title for anyone who has been 25 years old but hasn't ever been in taken status). Haduw.. I really hope I won't be labeled with that title. Actually, I shouldn't have worried too much about that because I'm still young and far enough from 25 years old. [FYI: I'm still 21 and half years old]. However, I will be not appropriate to get that title because I used to be in a relationship with a guy while I was in last semester of Senior High School. Even though I averse that 1 month and 37 days relationship.
*My consciousness about my status as last grade student. Hwaaa.... I almost graduate from this college but haven't had a boyfriend?!? So, Won't I have a PW (a term from companion in graduation day)?!? It is such a shallow and silly thought in my mind. But honestly, I have to confess this: that thought has been the most haunting thought on my gradually-degraded-brain.
Spontaneously, I state in public that thought via my status on my Facebook account. And until the day, that status has become the most invited comments from my friends (especially from the other last grade students Civil Engineering Department ITB).
And here is the story goes...
Pfffhhh...
Hopefully this syndrome will be healed as soon as possible with the 'Punya Pacar' procurement.
Hahahahahahahaaaa
I don't know how and why, recently I have been suffered by 'Mau Pacar' Syndrome. The things that has successfully boosted that syndrome attack are:
*The fact that I'm he only JOMBLO among my siblings.
*My talk with my lovely best friend Anggi Tria a.k.a Tante about her eldest sister that had almost been awarded/labeled with "SILVER JOMBLO" (A title for anyone who has been 25 years old but hasn't ever been in taken status). Haduw.. I really hope I won't be labeled with that title. Actually, I shouldn't have worried too much about that because I'm still young and far enough from 25 years old. [FYI: I'm still 21 and half years old]. However, I will be not appropriate to get that title because I used to be in a relationship with a guy while I was in last semester of Senior High School. Even though I averse that 1 month and 37 days relationship.
*My consciousness about my status as last grade student. Hwaaa.... I almost graduate from this college but haven't had a boyfriend?!? So, Won't I have a PW (a term from companion in graduation day)?!? It is such a shallow and silly thought in my mind. But honestly, I have to confess this: that thought has been the most haunting thought on my gradually-degraded-brain.
Spontaneously, I state in public that thought via my status on my Facebook account. And until the day, that status has become the most invited comments from my friends (especially from the other last grade students Civil Engineering Department ITB).
And here is the story goes...
Pfffhhh...
Hopefully this syndrome will be healed as soon as possible with the 'Punya Pacar' procurement.
Hahahahahahahaaaa
November 27, 2009
Kak Luki's Birthday
November, 19th 2009Kak Luki...
Happy Birthday...
I wish you'll always be in good health, great success and everlasting happiness.
Semoga cedera lutut lo segera sembuh...
Ditunggu lho wedding invitationnya.
Hwahahahahahahahahaha
Dance With My Father
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don’t do it usually
But dear Lord she’s dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream
That song popularized by Luther Vandross will always remind me to be grateful of still having complete parent -Mom and Dad.
To my dad:
I'm sorry for being as stubborn as you are. i promise I will love and respect you in a good way. I will try to a good eldest daughter for you. Keep my word!!!
Back to Jogja
Bekasi, November 8th 2009
For my lovely Mom,
Thanks for the uduk rice you has specially made for us (your children). Its is so YUMMY!!!! I'm so sorry for not helping on the cooking process. Hehe...
Pfffhhh...
I have to confess this; I hate this day because tonight I have to go back to Jogja.
Mom.. I really wanna stay here more and more days to accompany you but I can't.
For my lovely Mom,
Thanks for the uduk rice you has specially made for us (your children). Its is so YUMMY!!!! I'm so sorry for not helping on the cooking process. Hehe...
Pfffhhh...
I have to confess this; I hate this day because tonight I have to go back to Jogja.
Mom.. I really wanna stay here more and more days to accompany you but I can't.
The Weakness Inside
Bekasi, November 7th 2009.
This night, I was diagnosed that I had:
-A shingles in my neck
-An acute ulcer that almost approached chronic ulcer,
-A weak heart
Actually, since I was in senior high school I have been thought that there were something wrong with my body such as:
-I've been so easily getting tired
-My left foot often becomes numb, especially after I has waken up from my sleep.
I was suggested to eat and do exercise regularly. I warned to stop drinking coffee, eating spicy and or sour food.
OH NO...............
It is so horrible knowing that my body is such a fragile statue that will be easily broken.
Pfffhhh...
But by Allah's blessing, I believe that I can be a strong girl who will maximize her potential to reach the goal in her life.
I promise to Allah, My mom and all people that love me that I will conquer this pain. I won't be defeated by those unhealthy condition.
Great Time With My Best Friend
Bekasi, November 7th 2009
While waiting for the meeting with Anggi, I went shopping to Matahari Department Store and Guardian Drugstore Metropolitan Mall. And guess what? I spent too much money to buy some stuff that I didn't really need. PUCK!!!
But.. Nothing should be regreted. Life must go on. YEAH..
Totally, today I had a great day with Anggi -my lovely bestfriend that I was accostumed to call her 'tante'). First, we spent our time in J-Co Cafe. I ordered a glass of iced chocolate and she ordered a cup yoghurt. We talked about so many things -About family and boys actually. After our food and beverage had been empty, we went windows shopping that mall.
Throught the time, when the hunger had came we went to take dinner in Pizza Hut. Hmm YUMMY!!!
I LOVED THE CHANCE OF TALKING FACE TO FACE WITH ANGGI.
I wish I will have more and more chance to meet her, to talk with her, to share anything, and even to SPAM her hehehe...
To Anggi Tria:
Thanks for always being my 911 for about 6 point half years.
I wish we can keep our relationship well till unlimitted time, still keep in touch no matter where life bring us go. You're such a great gift that Allah has sent to me.
I LOP U PUL [Mbah Surip Mode On].
While waiting for the meeting with Anggi, I went shopping to Matahari Department Store and Guardian Drugstore Metropolitan Mall. And guess what? I spent too much money to buy some stuff that I didn't really need. PUCK!!!
But.. Nothing should be regreted. Life must go on. YEAH..
Totally, today I had a great day with Anggi -my lovely bestfriend that I was accostumed to call her 'tante'). First, we spent our time in J-Co Cafe. I ordered a glass of iced chocolate and she ordered a cup yoghurt. We talked about so many things -About family and boys actually. After our food and beverage had been empty, we went windows shopping that mall.
Throught the time, when the hunger had came we went to take dinner in Pizza Hut. Hmm YUMMY!!!
I LOVED THE CHANCE OF TALKING FACE TO FACE WITH ANGGI.
I wish I will have more and more chance to meet her, to talk with her, to share anything, and even to SPAM her hehehe...
To Anggi Tria:
Thanks for always being my 911 for about 6 point half years.
I wish we can keep our relationship well till unlimitted time, still keep in touch no matter where life bring us go. You're such a great gift that Allah has sent to me.
I LOP U PUL [Mbah Surip Mode On].
Please Myself and Try to Please Another
Bekasi, November 6th 2009Accompanied by Ndari -my youngest sister- I went to Gramedia Bookstore Metropolitan Mall to hunt novel written by Elizabeth Gilbert titled 'Eat, Pray, Love'.
Finally....After taking around the first floor of Gramedia bookstore, I could get the novel I want. YIPPY!!! Beside bought that novel, I also bought a highlighter and pen for Ndari because she had told me that needed those stuffs.
Then I took Ndari to one of Japanese food restaurant as a salary for accompanying me this day. She was so happy for that. For my mom and my other siblings (Mumun and Manyu), I brought some bread for them.
Pfffhhh...
I always feel great every time I have chance to share what I have and make another people (especially whom I love) be happy. I wish Allah will always gives me those kind of chances. Amen!!!
For my dad? Pfffhhh... Nothing I bought for him. I was sorry dad..
Badly, arriving home I faced my dad with a cold act. I broke my promise to be a good daughter for him in this day. I really hated this situation. I really didn't know what kind of barrier had been laid among us (me and my father). I wish I could break it as soon as possible. Amen!!!
No Matter What, I Should Respect My Father!!!
Yogyakarta, November 5th 2009
@Night Lodaya Express Train YK-BDG
Since waiting the coming of Lodaya train, I had a chat with CA7. I told him that I was on my way going home to Bekasi [I couldn't afford for Taksaka Executive Train YK-JKT ticket price so I took Lodaya Train to BDG and then continued by taking Parahyangan/Argo Gede BDG-JKT train]. He said hat he envied me because no longer again I would meet my lovely mom and the he became influenced. He planned to go to his home in Bandung right after his working hour on this week had been over.
No matter why, I also told my fear on facing my stubborn father. While chatting with him, I remembered all bad memories I had with my father. Since when I was child, (mentally) my father meant no one for me. I used to think that the one that more appropriate I considered as my father was Uncle Jo Gareng. I began to hate my father since he used to soak me in our house fishpond after disobeying his command to buy some cigarettes. I hated my father more and more when he used to slapped his hand on my face [I forgot the cause of this]. Since that day, I had began to avoid any contact with my father. Bot hot and cold wars used we faced. One of the my reason to continue my study far enough from home was escaping from home.
CA7 just advised me to compress my ego while facing my father. He reminded me that no matter what I should respect my fatter no matter what he was. He also said that I should be grateful because of still having father. He said that his had passed away for 5 years ago [I was so sorry to hear that]. He told me that until the day he still regretrd not to be a good child while his father was still alive. He even cried when listening a song from Luther Vandross [he didn't mentioned the title of song he meant but I guested that it was a sad song].
Pfffhhhh..
I know that it will be a hard thing to compress my ego to face my stubborn father. But I promise to my own self to act as a good daughter for my father in my 2 night in Bekasi.
Deeply, I really love and love him but not the way he is. I still hope that there will be miracle to change the stubbornness my father has.
@Night Lodaya Express Train YK-BDG
Since waiting the coming of Lodaya train, I had a chat with CA7. I told him that I was on my way going home to Bekasi [I couldn't afford for Taksaka Executive Train YK-JKT ticket price so I took Lodaya Train to BDG and then continued by taking Parahyangan/Argo Gede BDG-JKT train]. He said hat he envied me because no longer again I would meet my lovely mom and the he became influenced. He planned to go to his home in Bandung right after his working hour on this week had been over.
No matter why, I also told my fear on facing my stubborn father. While chatting with him, I remembered all bad memories I had with my father. Since when I was child, (mentally) my father meant no one for me. I used to think that the one that more appropriate I considered as my father was Uncle Jo Gareng. I began to hate my father since he used to soak me in our house fishpond after disobeying his command to buy some cigarettes. I hated my father more and more when he used to slapped his hand on my face [I forgot the cause of this]. Since that day, I had began to avoid any contact with my father. Bot hot and cold wars used we faced. One of the my reason to continue my study far enough from home was escaping from home.
CA7 just advised me to compress my ego while facing my father. He reminded me that no matter what I should respect my fatter no matter what he was. He also said that I should be grateful because of still having father. He said that his had passed away for 5 years ago [I was so sorry to hear that]. He told me that until the day he still regretrd not to be a good child while his father was still alive. He even cried when listening a song from Luther Vandross [he didn't mentioned the title of song he meant but I guested that it was a sad song].
Pfffhhhh..
I know that it will be a hard thing to compress my ego to face my stubborn father. But I promise to my own self to act as a good daughter for my father in my 2 night in Bekasi.
Deeply, I really love and love him but not the way he is. I still hope that there will be miracle to change the stubbornness my father has.
November 26, 2009
Losing Chance to Get in Touch with a Good Looking Boy..
Yogyakarta, November 5th 2009
@Tugu Train Station Yogyakarta
Today is the last day of exam. YEAY!!!
In the night, I was delivered by Zaki into Tugu Train Station. While waiting my train to come, I had a short conversation with one of personnel of one band from Malang. He asked me about the location of Metro Soekarno Hatta and the alternative to go there after arriving at Bandung Station. I answered as clear as I could. He also asked about my suppose go to Bandung, about what time it was (a moment after activating his hand phone). I was just so so in responding him. I busied myself by phoning Anggi Philia and disturb her with unimportant talk.
After the train coming, every passenger got to each own seat and coach. i went to the coach number 3 and the band went to the coach number 4. A moment after sitting on my seat, I suddenly realized that the boy that had talked to me while waiting the train was so obviously handsome.
ARRRGGGHHH!!!
What a stupid girl I was.
Letting go the nice chance to know each other with him.
The main cause of this stupidity was my brain degradation of realizing and recognizing a good chance/signal to get in touch with potential good looking boy.
Pfffhhh...
@Tugu Train Station Yogyakarta
Today is the last day of exam. YEAY!!!
In the night, I was delivered by Zaki into Tugu Train Station. While waiting my train to come, I had a short conversation with one of personnel of one band from Malang. He asked me about the location of Metro Soekarno Hatta and the alternative to go there after arriving at Bandung Station. I answered as clear as I could. He also asked about my suppose go to Bandung, about what time it was (a moment after activating his hand phone). I was just so so in responding him. I busied myself by phoning Anggi Philia and disturb her with unimportant talk.
After the train coming, every passenger got to each own seat and coach. i went to the coach number 3 and the band went to the coach number 4. A moment after sitting on my seat, I suddenly realized that the boy that had talked to me while waiting the train was so obviously handsome.
ARRRGGGHHH!!!
What a stupid girl I was.
Letting go the nice chance to know each other with him.
The main cause of this stupidity was my brain degradation of realizing and recognizing a good chance/signal to get in touch with potential good looking boy.
Pfffhhh...
Happy Birthday Mom!!!
Yogyakarta, November 4th 2009@My messy room rent 2nd floor Pogung Baru A7
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY MOM!!!
I'm really overwhelmed with gratitude because of having a supermom like you.
I wish you will always be in good health and ever lasting happiness, stay strong to face every problem that comes. Amen!!!
I had a phone call with my mom this morning. After congratulating her for her 41st birthday today, I asked her about what she desired to have as gift. Her half kidding and half serious answer was: A set of Al-Quranku with the price 880 KIDR.
Actually I could fulfill her wish but no matter how, I still preferred to use my money for my vacation after the end of this horrible semester. What an egoistic child I am?!? But I has promised to myself that someday I'll buy that set of Al-Quran for my mom. KEEP MY WORD!!!
From my mom's voice, I knew that she had missed me so deeply. Spontaneously, I promised to her that I would go home after my last exam tomorrow. She was so happy to hear that promise.
Hoaffffhhhhh....
I really wanna go home as soon as possible.
After the phone call had ended, I sent an email to CA7 -the one that inspired me about child love to mom.
CA7…
I really say thanks to you.
Time when I talked to you about children’s love to their family (esp. their mom) has become a deception point for me. This morning, I wake up and a few minutes later, I called my mom to congratulate her because today is her birthday. She sounded so happy when talked to me. She talked about many things (about my dad, my siblings, our neighbor, her new activity as social volunteer and many more).
Like her last year birthday, I asked her what she really wished to have as gift from me. Her answer today was so different from her answer last year [like what I told to you via YM last night that for a few years ago, kidding or not, she used to ask me to give her grandchildren as gift and it became a hard thing for me because I hadn't ever thought about that even I had not ever thought about marriage].
Her answer for today was: she wished to have a set of Al-Quran. I asked her why that thing. As I know, she has already had Al-Quran. Then she explain that the Al-Quran she meant is Al-Quran that written in big letters, completed with tadjwid, translations and Romans letters. She really wants that Al-Quran because she wants to be able to read the Quran in better way, to understand every sentence in better way in order to be closer to Allah.
And then I asked about the price of the Quran she meant.
She informed the price and then laughed because she realized that I was still a student, Had not had job to earn money so I must not be able to afford that gift. She even said sorry because she thought that her ‘silly’ wish had bothered me. I said that was OK. I promised to myself to fulfill her wish even though I don’t know when the time I’ll be able to do that.
Then she told me that she missed me so deeply. Spontaneously, I told her that tomorrow night or the day after tomorrow morning I would go home. She sounded so happy hearing that. But then she told me not to force myself of going home. She has known well that I’m the one who can’t stand being home so for a few years since I entered the college, she never forced me to go home even for Idul Fitri Days. She missed her eldest daughter but she didn’t want to see me get depressed like I used to be every time I was home.
I remember an advice you gave to me that even it is a simple gift, it will make my parent happy as long as I give it sincerely. I realized that the simple thing that can make my mom happy is my coming home. It might sound cliche but that’s the truth. She really want to meet me. So I should break the barrier between me and my home (and my dad actually) to make my mom happy even for a while.
PFFFHHH…
Sorry for bothering you with this ‘Sok English’ junk mail. But unboredly I really say thanks to you. I hope your wish to take your mom to Mecca will become true as soon as possible.
Good Luck!!!
Since this day, I has believed that every element in this universe has it owns role and play in bringing our happiness (adapted from Paulo Coelho's Novel : The Alchemy). No matter how, I believe that CA7 has become a new element in my life.
My Great Allah, I really say thank to You for all You has given to me.
My Perfect Match ?!?
Yogyakarta, November 3rd 2009
@Break Coffee Shop
Tonight I got of cherry. While I was chatting with Rahmi via Yahoo Messenger, I told her about my silly result of "Who's your Future Husband by Perfect Match Quiz?" [one of application on Facebook].
Mine had been:
OH NO........!!!!
What a horrible #1 result it had been.
I felt like being cursed because of that result.
Later on, Rahmi told me about hers. Her #1 result had been same with me -Bagus Narendra Hutama.
HWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..........
Her result indicated that I was not the only unlucky cursed girl having that kind of result.
I never mean to say to that Bagus is a bad future husband to be.
Bagus is one of the best guy in my life. I'm glad to have him as best friend. He always cheers me up when i feel sad or down, gives me his opinion, advice and suggestion on every problem I tell to him. He's a nice and kind person at all except when he's bullying me.
I hope I can keep my relationship (as best friend of course) well with Bagus. Not only with him but also with my other bestfriends such as Anggi Tante, Ella Arbie, Rahmi Panda, Indri Cincyaku, Kent, Anggi Philia, Jeki and other people I love and love me.
DEAR FRIENDS..I LOVE YOU ALL!!!
Thanks for fulfilling my life with tons of happiness and joy.
Back to the quiz, no matter what the result of that silly quiz, I believe that Allah has prepared a right and lucky man (whoever he is) to share my life with in happiness and in suffer. I just need to be patient waiting for his coming. I believe that he will come in the one of perfect time in my life.
@Break Coffee Shop
Tonight I got of cherry. While I was chatting with Rahmi via Yahoo Messenger, I told her about my silly result of "Who's your Future Husband by Perfect Match Quiz?" [one of application on Facebook].
Mine had been:
OH NO........!!!!
What a horrible #1 result it had been.
I felt like being cursed because of that result.
Later on, Rahmi told me about hers. Her #1 result had been same with me -Bagus Narendra Hutama.
HWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..........
Her result indicated that I was not the only unlucky cursed girl having that kind of result.
I never mean to say to that Bagus is a bad future husband to be.
Bagus is one of the best guy in my life. I'm glad to have him as best friend. He always cheers me up when i feel sad or down, gives me his opinion, advice and suggestion on every problem I tell to him. He's a nice and kind person at all except when he's bullying me.
I hope I can keep my relationship (as best friend of course) well with Bagus. Not only with him but also with my other bestfriends such as Anggi Tante, Ella Arbie, Rahmi Panda, Indri Cincyaku, Kent, Anggi Philia, Jeki and other people I love and love me.
DEAR FRIENDS..I LOVE YOU ALL!!!
Thanks for fulfilling my life with tons of happiness and joy.
Back to the quiz, no matter what the result of that silly quiz, I believe that Allah has prepared a right and lucky man (whoever he is) to share my life with in happiness and in suffer. I just need to be patient waiting for his coming. I believe that he will come in the one of perfect time in my life.
Famili's Love Reminder
Yogyakarta, November 3rd 2009
@Break Coffee Shop
Tonight, I fulfilled my promise to relax my tired body and saturated mind (after taking the stressful Anstrik exam) by hanging out to Break Coffee Shop. There I ordered a glass of Iced Cappuccino and a portion of sosis and french fries to accompany me online. As usual, I activate my Yahoo Messenger account and Facebook account.
Suddenly, via YM, I was addressed by CA7 id. I remembered that it was the id of one of Luki's friend. Firstly, I pretended considering him as KC, my kecengan in senior high school , later on he reminded me that we were connected by Luki (my senior in HMS and also his friend).
He was a nice person to talk with.
One of topic that really touched me was about family's love (especially child love to his/her mom). I envy him that really loves his mother. He really wants to make his mom happy by bringing his mom to take Hajj at Mecca someday.
I really want to be like him but I'm always confused considering what kind of gift that can make my mom happy. I used to ask her what kind of gift that would make her happy. Kidding or not, she answered: a grandchild [What such a silly answer it was]. Then CA7 told me that it must not be an expensive thing to amuse my mom. A simple gift from a child will successfully make his/her mom happy as long as it comes with sincerity.
I'm overwhelmed with gratitude because of getting in touch with him (CA7). It seems like God has sent him to remind me about family's love.
I really miss my mom..miss her voice..miss her warmth...
I remember a few sentence I used to read in one of magazine:
It will be such a lucky thing for becoming home again.
I wanna go home..
@Break Coffee Shop
Tonight, I fulfilled my promise to relax my tired body and saturated mind (after taking the stressful Anstrik exam) by hanging out to Break Coffee Shop. There I ordered a glass of Iced Cappuccino and a portion of sosis and french fries to accompany me online. As usual, I activate my Yahoo Messenger account and Facebook account.
Suddenly, via YM, I was addressed by CA7 id. I remembered that it was the id of one of Luki's friend. Firstly, I pretended considering him as KC, my kecengan in senior high school , later on he reminded me that we were connected by Luki (my senior in HMS and also his friend).
He was a nice person to talk with.
One of topic that really touched me was about family's love (especially child love to his/her mom). I envy him that really loves his mother. He really wants to make his mom happy by bringing his mom to take Hajj at Mecca someday.
I really want to be like him but I'm always confused considering what kind of gift that can make my mom happy. I used to ask her what kind of gift that would make her happy. Kidding or not, she answered: a grandchild [What such a silly answer it was]. Then CA7 told me that it must not be an expensive thing to amuse my mom. A simple gift from a child will successfully make his/her mom happy as long as it comes with sincerity.
I'm overwhelmed with gratitude because of getting in touch with him (CA7). It seems like God has sent him to remind me about family's love.
I really miss my mom..miss her voice..miss her warmth...
I remember a few sentence I used to read in one of magazine:
"My mother wanted me to be her wings, to fly as she never quite had the courage to do. I love her for that. I love the fact that she wanted to give birth to her own wings."
[I'm so sorry that I can't remember from the source of this statements]
[I'm so sorry that I can't remember from the source of this statements]
It will be such a lucky thing for becoming home again.
I wanna go home..
YEAY!!! This is My New Blog!!!
Hallo Everybody!!!
This is my new blog.
In this blog, I just wanna channelize all my thought, idea and opinion on my mind that you can read. You may also leave any comment on my posts.
It will be glad if what I write can share something good for you. And I'm so sorry if there will be somebody hurt because of this blog. I swear; I never mean to do those thing.
So here it is 'Arisita's Story'.
Zumwohl!!!
This is my new blog.
In this blog, I just wanna channelize all my thought, idea and opinion on my mind that you can read. You may also leave any comment on my posts.
It will be glad if what I write can share something good for you. And I'm so sorry if there will be somebody hurt because of this blog. I swear; I never mean to do those thing.
So here it is 'Arisita's Story'.
Zumwohl!!!
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