Monday 24 November 2014


My sister is married now.

Well, yesterday was the precise date, 22 November 2014, when she was married to the love of her life. They have been through ups-and-downs, tears and laughters, so many things I believe that had made them grow even stronger in commitment.

It is pretty strange that she no longer lives in this house. I've been used to living with her like for ages. Though we didn't see each other very often, didn't really chat very deeply, yet I knew, she slept next to my room, and whenever I heard her voice, I knew she was home safely.

There are some things that I might found them annoying, as her habits of using like 2 or 3 glasses in a day, how she put her things anywhere, unfinished meals in fridge and sometimes they would be left decaying inside. Honestly, I was a bit relieved knowing I wouldn't encounter those things anymore.

But now she is truly gone, I felt a small thump in my core. Like a little hole there. My parents would go home too by this Friday, and soon I would be alone with my boy again during the daylights.

I'm happy for you, lil sis. I hope you have a very happy married life!!! But I already missed you :'(



Wednesday 12 November 2014


I may not have their affection.
I may not be able to dine in fancy places, go to foreign cities anytime I wish or buy branded stuff no matter how much I desire.
I may not be able to complete the series of my favourite brands.
I may not be able to buy expensive, cutting-edge toys for my son.
I may not try to celebrate my son's birthday in a famous restaurant and invite the whole clan.
My husband may not try to buy me glittering jewelleries for me to publish for the world to see.
I may not be the favourite one in the clan.
I may not be the supple mom, blending in everywhere I turn.

But.

I'm grateful, that my son can't stay away from me for long.
I'm grateful, that my son demands me to feed him, to sleep beside him.
I'm grateful, that my son needs me.
I'm grateful, that my husband is a clear man.
I'm grateful, that I can be myself.


Sunday 2 November 2014

let it go


I really need to stop the stalking. It won't help.
Why do I keep viewing her as a competitor? Maybe she doesn't even think I exist, unless there are few times we ought to gather as a circle.
Please, please, mind your own business!!! Let her be with all her foolishness. Maybe she doesn't see those as a foolishness. Let her be with her own pride. Whatever forms they are in. Be it her magnificent love for and from her hubby and darling son, be it her newest outfit or shoes or bags or ever so faithful loving friends, or her latest finding of great and expensive food. Be it!!!
Let her be with her own world.
You think she doesn't deserve them all, due to what she had done, especially what she had done to you in the past? It's none of your business.
Go on with your life. It is more important than stalking her to find her slightest laughable actions and share them with your pals.
Your life is more important that all of that. Don't live in the past. Don't observe, don't compare.
Just live your life as God has set it to be.
Be free.


Monday 22 September 2014

BerryBenka vs Pink Emma - Review


Setelah sekian lama gw belanja online lewat Instagram, beberapa hari yang lalu gw ketemu penawaran yang cukup menarik dari online shop besar di Indonesia: BerryBenka dan Pink Emma.

BerryBenka (BB) dan Pink Emma (PE) bukan situs asing sebenernya buat gw. Cukup sering juga gw jajan mata di situ. Sekilas, Pink Emma terkesan lebih murah, email-email penawaran yang dikirimkan pun terasa lebih personal, dengan membubuhkan sapaan "sis" dan menyebut si penerima email dengan "kamu".

Gw lagi nyari-nyari ikat pinggang diameter kecil yang biasa dipake buat dress, dan biasalah, cewek, dari ikat pinggang bisa nyasar ke cardigan, kemeja, dress, rok, tas, balik lagi nyari kemeja hitam-lah, kemeja motif bunga-bunga-lah.
Pilihan pertama tadinya ke PE, tapi waktu jalan-jalan di BB, ketemu produk yang gak terlalu mahal dan kelihatan bagus. So, gw pesen ikat pinggang di BB. Agak kaget waktu masuk ke detail pembayaran, karena ongkirnya (JNE) 9500 perak. Padahal setau gw, ongkir JNE antar Jakarta itu 8000 perak untuk reguler. Belum lagi ada tambahan kode pembayaran, sebesar 252 perak. Kecil sih emang, tapi gw selalu sebal kalo ketambahan kode begini, kan jadi gak bulet lagi harganya, gak sesuai yang tertera. Ish.
Maka, dengan harga ikat pinggang sebesar 35.000 perak, total yang harus gw bayar untuk belanja di BB adalah 44.752 perak.

Di waktu yang bersamaan, gw juga lagi keliling di PE, dan ketemu penawaran seru. Ada cardigan yang sedang diskon 49%, lalu dapet kode diskon lagi (potong 25 ribu), jadi cardigan yang asalnya senilai 89 ribu, total hanya senilai 24 ribu rupiah! Plus ongkir 9 ribu, jadi gw harus transfer 33 ribu perak.

Pembelian sama-sama dilakukan pada Kamis malam. Gw prediksi Sabtu sore bisa sampe, ato paling apes Senin lah.

Monday 1 September 2014

writing off my trauma, part 1

Following the advice of one person that I admire so much, I decided to write this post. Actually, I've been thinking of writing this quite some time ago. Just for a release, a vent.
So, here we go.
I'll start with memories that come to my mind most vividly, which may be in random sequence.

Thursday 21 August 2014

When it hurts too much that you can't even hold onto your hope,
sometimes it helps to close your eyes and recall all those good ol' memories,
for somehow, they will keep you alive.

Wandering away in those sweet memories, might help you to forget the pain.

Fingers-crossed.



Review Film "Merantau"

Semalem nonton film ini sama suami. Gara-garanya si suami kelaperan tengah malem dan minta diambilin roti di bawah. Gw ajak aja turun sekalian, nonton, tar gw buatin teh tarik, oleh-oleh dari si Dodot dari Thailand. Suami langsung setuju, dan jadilah kita midnight movie time.

Monday 4 August 2014

the song (1)

"Suatu hari nanti, aku akan menulis banyak lagu, dan yang menyanyikannya adalah penyanyi-penyanyi terkenal di Indonesia, di dunia!"

Aku tersenyum. Kau selalu percaya diri seperti itu. Dan aku selalu tersihir dengan keyakinanmu, membuatku percaya akan segala mimpi-mimpimu, bahwa kau benar-benar bisa menjadi seperti yang kau inginkan. Ketika kau bilang kau sangat suka memasak, aku percaya kau bisa jadi koki ternama negeri ini. Ketika kau bilang kau mengidolakan Agnes Monica, aku percaya Agnes akan tergila-gila padamu jika dia mengenalmu. Ya. Sedalam itulah rasa percayaku padamu.

"Dan aku akan menulis satu lagu untukmu, Shir."

Sunday 3 August 2014

mirror

He's only been 2,5 years old. Or 2 years, 6 months and 4 weeks old, to be exact.

Yet, he has taught me a lot more about Father God than what I learned since I decided to be a Christian.

When he was a lot younger... Every time he cried, I would flee to check on him. He didn't have to ask, I would always provide him.

And that's exactly what Father does for me.

When I thought all my rebukes had gone in vanish, he would surprise me by reciting what I had told him and doing exactly what I told him.

Oh, how many times do I neglect His rebukes and how broken His heart would be!

When he grew bigger and started to challenge whatever I told him...

When he kept walking away and wouldn't coming back to me, and how I secretly and half-heartedly wished that he would fall down so he would cry and return to me and I could hold him back...

Or like what he is up to now, wanting to do everything by himself, includes things that could be dangerous for him, while stubbornly refuse any help...

I can see myself clearly in the mirror of that cute face.

And I'm stunned by how great His love is for me.

Thank you, Father God.

 

 

Friday 4 July 2014

Just a simple (yet scary) thought

So I have this pretty eerie thought in my mind during this Pilpres brouhaha.

What if...

Prabowo wins.

Then something happened to him, a.k.a died. Well, he's been hit by stroke twice, and seeing how he manages his temper, whoa.

Died, either naturally or -ehm- accidentally.

Then his coalition parties rule.

 

Or,

Prabowo wins.

Then his coalition parties, his so-called ass-kisser friends throw him from the throne.

Then they rule.

 

Whichever of the scenarios are frightening, right?

And I sincerely zealously pray that none of them happens.

 

D-3 2014 presidential election of Republic of Indonesia. 

 

Sunday 1 June 2014

Setengah Berani atau Berani Setengah-setengah?

Gw punya akun Instagram (IG) khusus buat stalk online shops. Emang sih, bikin mata seger dan jadi kepenginan mulu T.T

Nah, buat yang demen belanja online dan suka kepo macam ai inilah, sepertinya wajib follow akun-akun yang menjadi wadah pengaduan. Istilah kerennya, blacklist dan curhat.

Gw follow dua akun seperti itu. Yang satu melayani blacklist dan curhat, satu lagi khusus curhat. Apa bedanya? Kalo yang khusus curhat, ya curhat doang, dan mereka gak akan mengunggah curhatan yang menampilkan nama orang atau OS (Online Shop, bukan Operating System yaw) yang menjadi sumber kekesalan mereka itu. Yang satu lagi ya, terang-terangan nampilin nama OS/customer yang dilaporkan. Hm, untuk memudahkan, akun blacklist dan curhat ini kita sebut aja Mawar ya. Eh tunggu, Mawar sekarang konotasinya serem nih, ganti aja deh ya jadi Anggrek. Sedangkan akun khusus curhat, kita sebut aja Cookies. (Yessss suka-suka yang nulis yaaa)

Gw ngikutin Anggrek duluan. Awalnya gw suka, mereka ini (ada 2 adminnya. Eh, satu owner, satu admin. Yang lebih aktif kayanya si admin) tampak gagah berani membela nasib para pencurhat yang dijolimi. Tanpa kenal takut mereka tag langsung OS/customer bandel yang membuat susah hati followers mereka.

Thursday 29 May 2014

errgh of the day

Hari ini libur. Diawali dengan pagi yang relatif menyenangkan. Bangun cukup siang, mbak dateng dan rumah bersih, nyiapin sarapan roti canai dari Olin, yang sebagian besar diembat Ben :p.
Setelah itu, kita main ke rumah Tessa, ngajarin soal clodi bentar, nyicip-nyicip keripik kentang yang wuenakk (Little Lala & Maedeh), juga es lobi-lobi yang asem-asem segar. Ben asyik main dengan Valez.
Kurang lebih 1,5 jam di rumah Tessa, kita ke rumah AMa. Di sana juga masih oke. Bisa tidur bentar, Ben juga sempat tidur bentar, nyuapin Ben dengan tanpa kendala berarti, Ben asyik main. Walopun sorenya dateng ratu pompong n the genkz, masih oke laahh. Malemnya, kita makan bareng di bubur MaBes yang ramenya kayak lagi bagi2 beras gratis.
Sempet raised my eyebrows a little ketika seorang tante tanpa malu berniat menyergap meja kita yang sebentar lagi kosong, tapi ya udahlah ya.
Nah, pas mo pulang nih, Ben yang dari tadi siang emang udah nyebut2 mau nginep di rumah AMa PLUS udah ngantuk pun berulah. Dia gak mau pulang. Maunya sama AMa, naik motor Yeye. Karena dia berontaknya makin kuat dan gw gak berani ambil risiko dia menggeliut terus jatuh dari motor, kita pun sepakat ntar aja jemput Ben di rumah AMa, ikut dulu gapapa. And then, si Yeye yang gak tau apa-apa karena parkir bentar di depan, ujug-ujug dateng dan bilang, "Sini sama Yeye." Gw pikir dia mo ambil Ben, bawa naik motor, eh ternyata mau dipaksa naik motor kita. Ben makin meronta-ronta, terus si Yeye dengan nada gusar gitu nyuruh gw bantuin ambil kakinya, terus gw udah bilang, dia gak mau. Masih maksa, gw pun angkat helm yang gw pegang, terus dy ngomong dengan suara kenceng, "Pantes ga bisa, ada helmnya! Gak mau usaha sih!"
DIH APAAN BANGET SIH LOE.
Sumpah, kesel bangetttt ini orang gak tau apa-apa tapi maen nyemprot aja. Untung si AMa langsung sigap ambil Ben dan bilang ketemu di rumah aja. Sepanjang perjalanan gw udah pengen nangis, saking keselnya. Jengkel banget sama orang begitu. Sampe di rumah AMa, gw pun langsung ambil Ben. Setelah sedikit drama dan bujuk rayu, Ben pun berhasil kita bawa pulang, meskipun masih sedikit berontak, tapi at least udah gak seliar tadi.
Sepanjang perjalanan pulang, gw masih panas tuh. Gw juga sengaja ga mau pamit, bodoh amat dah. Terus, gw ngebayangin kalo cerita ke Bee. Paling dia cuma "hm" dan paling banter suruh gw maklum aja :(
Sampe rumah gw udah mulai dingin, dan coba berpikir positif. Yah, maklumin aja karena dia gak tahu deal kita gimana tadi. Maklumin aja, anggep aja dia ky bapak-emak gw sendiri yang kadang suka gitu juga toh, tau2 ngoceh tanpa ngerti persoalannya gimana.

Terus, gw ngetwit soal kejadian si tante penyerobot tadi. Eh, ternyata ada yang ky ngebela si tante itu dong. Disuruh makluminlah itu kan orang Cina, emang mindset mereka gitu, mereka bukannya gak sopan tapi emang that's how they live. Ya maap deh, mungkin gw yang kurang travel ya, gak kayak situ. Tapi mo didebatin juga ngapain. Cuma gw jadi inget beberapa hari yang lalu temen gw ngetwit marah-marah, karena ada orang tua yang bawa balita nonton film X-Men ato apalah gitu, dan karena tuh anak mulai bosen di tengah film, akhirnya mulai nendang-nendangin bangku. Temen gw ini maki-maki si ortu di twitnya. Nah, kalo gw bilang ke dia, "Maklumin ajalah, namanya juga orang tua Indo, kan emang suka tulul," apa gak digaplok pake bangku XXI gw?

Kondisi sekarang udah mulai adem, tapi masih males ngeladenin orang itu yang udah berganti topik. Well yeah, maybe it's me who take things personally? :(



Wednesday 23 April 2014

A bittersweet goodbye

Honestly, I'm not proud of how I end it. Not the way I imagined, not how I planned it to be. Although he accepts it quite smoothly, still, I'd prefer another way - a gentler way - should I be given another chance.

I'm talking about a wonderful, honorable journey of a mother; breastfeeding.

After gathering like a lot information through the Internet, about 3 years ago, I determined to breastfeed my baby. And I made it. Through ups and downs (namely, engorged breasts, nipple blisters to an underweight baby).

I tried to keep up with the WHO's recommendation, like no water and solid before the baby is 6 months-old, and keep breastfeeding until at least he is 2 years-old. And I did. More.

Saturday 12 April 2014

Yesaya 54

So, last night was a bit rough, we talked about our future. He didn't feel supported. Well, I didn't respond to his explanation about the plan, so I knew I was wrong :(

Anyway, we have talked about it, and (hopefully) solved it.

Well, however, that night, before I dozed off, an old song came to my mind, only the first part of the lyrics. I didn't remember the whole song though, so after looking for it in YouTube, this is the song.

And the verses really made my long-gone tears rolled down my cheek.

Monday 7 April 2014

No Kids Allowed part 2

Nyambung sedikit dari post sebelum ini ah.

Jadi di kelas KEGA (a.k.a Sekolah Minggu) Ben, lagi ada kebiasaan baru. Setiap akan worship, lampu akan diredupkan. Nah, sudah beberapa kali gw menyadari kalau ketika momen lampu redup itu, pasti ada satu-dua anak yang mulai menangis. Ben sendiri pun akan mulai rusuh, "Gewap, gewap. Apu ala." (Gelap, nih. Lampu nyalain dong -terj.).

Gw belum sempet nyamperin kakak pembinanya langsung sih buat coba kasih masukan, agar gak usahlah redup-redupin lampu. Kalo pun perlu, gak perlu segelap biasanya. Lagian buat apa sih kebiasaan matiin lampu itu? Ngikutin kebiasaan ibadah orang dewasa? Biar lebih khusyuk? Yang ada lebih ngantuk kali ya, hehehe. Dan jujur saja, for some kids, kondisi yang tidak terlalu terang tersebut bisa gak nyaman. Buat apa memaksakan kebiasaan orang dewasa pada anak kecil?

As I have stated in the previous post, anak kecil bukanlah orang dewasa versi mini. Mereka punya sifat dan pembawaan khas anak-anak.

Suka jejeritan, itu nature mereka.

Menangis ketika tidak mendapat apa yang mereka inginkan, itu nature mereka.

Tiba-tiba suka memukul tanpa diajarin (yaiyalah siapa juga orang tua waras yang ngajarin anaknya buat mukulin orang), itu nature mereka.

Cranky kalo kelamaan diam di satu tempat, itu nature mereka.

 

Yang gak natural buat gw itu misalnya, video anak-anak Korea Utara yang lagi main gitar ini. Creepy as hell, bener. Kayaknya gw gak perlu jelasin, just watch it and you'll get what I mean. Atau misalnya, akting seorang aktris cilik bernama Ashida Mana (sori ya, fans), yang mendunia waktu berperan sebagai Mako Mori kecil di Pacific Rim. Waktu ngeliat dia di PR sih emang gw langsung kepincut. Duhhh unyunyaaaa, cakeppp banget, aktingnya juga kerennn. Lalu gw dikasih nonton serial TV yang pernah dia bintangi, Marumo no Okite. Awal-awal lucu dan mengharu-biru sih. Lama-lama, gw ngerasa creepy sendiri. Ada gitu, anak yang ceritanya umur 5 tahun, gak dapet tas sekolah berwarna pink dan ada lope-lope yang dia idam-idamkan, bisa pura-pura tersenyum ceria dan memuji-muji tas pink polos yang sebenarnya gak dia sukai, hanya demi menjaga perasaan si pemberi? Ada gitu, anak 5 tahun, begitu kepengin satu barang, tapi gak berani minta? Ada gitu, anak 5 tahun, udah panik gara-gara sodara kembarnya demam, tapi gak enak nelpon caregiver-nya karena sebelumnya si caregiver memberitahu mereka kalau hari itu dia sedang ada perjalanan bisnis yang penting? Ada gitu, anak kecil yang sedemikian pengertian?

Keponakan cewek gw, baru akan menginjak 6 tahun, kalo lagi kepengin sesuatu, dia pasti mengusahakannya. Entah dengan meminta langsung, atau dengan akal bulus, seperti menyodorkan adiknya sebagai pihak yang menginginkan hal itu. "Auntie, ini Kimi mau makan permennya."

Kalo dia lagi nonton Disney Junior favoritnya, lalu orang-orang dewasa di ruangan yang sama asik mengobrol dengan suara kencang, dia gak akan segan-segan memprotes, "Gak kedengaran niiihhh," atau langsung menaikkan volume TV.

Gak ada tuh, ceritanya dia menggugu penuh pengertian kalo dikasih tau dia gak boleh kencengin suara TV seperti itu. Gak ada tuh, ceritanya dia tersenyum manis dan berkata, "Gak apa-apa," ketika dikasih tau dia gak boleh makan es krim sekarang. Dia akan merengut, memelas, menangis, dan mungkin menjerit, agar permintaannya diluluskan.

That's kids.

 

And I cannot overemphasize this; I'm not giving excuse for their mischievous behaviour. Tapi bedakanlah, itu memang nature mereka. Tugas orang tua atau orang dewasa yang berkewajiban adalah untuk membentuk, mendisiplin agar perilaku itu tidak menjadi kebiasaan apalagi karakter si anak. Jadi, kalo lagi makan khusyuk di restoran dan tiba-tiba dikagetkan dengan jeritan atau tangisan seorang anak, don't be too quick passing on judgement like, "Anak kecil sialan." Kita sendiri gak bakal suka kan kalo misalnya, dipaksa makan makanan yang kita gak suka, disuruh duduk diam puluhan menit sementara orang lain di sekitar kita mengobrol dengan seru tentang topik yang we have no idea at all?

Suka tidak suka, itulah nature mereka. Memang, seringkali hal itu menganggu kita, tapi bukankah memang bagian kita, sebagai the so-called orang dewasa, untuk menawarkan lebih banyak pengertian?
Isn't it ironic,

we tell people to "stop being childish!" or "quit acting like a kid!"

yet,

we expect kids to act like a grown-up most of the time?

 

Sunday 6 April 2014

No Kids Allowed (?)

Tadi malam gw makan di Bakso Wang, Ruko Crystal, Gading Serpong. Tempatnya sederhana, dindingnya dihiasi poster-poster makanan (yaiyalahya masak poster model rambut), juga beberapa pesan dan rekomendasi pemilik yang lucu dan ringan bahasanya.

Nah, tadi itu si Ben makannya hopping tables. Untung yang makan di sana cuma kami (kita bertiga sama Ci Devi dan krucils), tapi gw cukup haleluya juga ngejer Ben yang beberapa suap sekali pindah meja. Seorang mbak pelayan pun berkomentar, "Wah, makannya jalan-jalan nih." "Iya nih, pindah-pindah meja dia," sahut saya.

Di meja terakhir, saat lagi menyuapi Ben, tau-tau saya didatengi si mbak. Dia meletakkan dua boneka clay Smurf kecil di depan Ben dan bilang, "Nih, buat mainan." Daaann Smurf pun sukses membuat Ben duduk anteng di tempat sampai suapan terakhir :D

Saturday 29 March 2014

Ben & Balon Ikan

Hari ini, Papa beliin Ben balon ikan badut. Setiap hari Papa ngelewatin si penjual balon helium di Pasar Mandalika, jadi kepengin beliin bocah kesayangannya balon itu, tapi pasti repot banget kalau harus bawa ke kantor dulu. Masak Papa mau diliatin orang sepanjang jalan dia ngegowes sampe ke kantor? Jadi, pagi tadi Papa pun ngajakin Mama & Ben gowes ke Mandalika buat beli balon helium.

 Papa pilih balon ikan badut, a.k.a Nemo, warna merah, seharga 10 ribu rupiah. Si abang balon tak lupa mengikatkan sebongkah batu kecil sebagai penahan balon.

Thursday 20 March 2014

Ben's milestones in recap

Waktu masih bayi sekali, setiap kali Ben nangis, gw selalu usahain langsung nyamperin dia. Suatu kali, dia menangis minta nenen - umurnya belum seminggu waktu itu, gw agak terlambat ngegendong dia, dan begitu I scooped him into my arms, tiba-tiba dia mendelik gitu ke gw sambil nangis kenceng. Tatapan matanya waktu itu seakan-akan bilang, "Ke mana aja sih?? Lama banget!!" :p

Kejadian itu sangat berkesan, masih gw inget betul hingga sekarang si baby udah 2 tahun 2 bulan lebih. Mungkin itu jadi salah satu hal yang bikin gw yakin, Ben anak yang tahu apa yang dia mau, gak perlu dipaksa, he knows his limit.

Agak lebay ya, hihi. Tapi yah, entah kenapa, gw percaya hal itu.

Ketika masih di bawah 6 bulan dan belum makan, Ben terhitung underweight. Badannya kurus, kecil, tapi aktif luar biasa. Pertumbuhannya juga oke. Dan begitu masuk waktunya makan, boom! Seolah-olah dia dipompa (istilah temen deket gw yang liat dia waktu itu), berat badannya melesat naik. Ah, gw jadi ingat, kalo malem-malem gw liat dia yang masih kurus kecil, rasanya susah banget hati gw, dan seperti ada suara yang ngomong dalam hati gw, "Don't worry, Mama. I'll be alright, I'm doing fine." :')

Saturday 15 March 2014

At least I've tried :/

So.

Out of genuine concern, positive thinking that we were once close, I decided to contact him, asking how he is in the midst of the chaos in his city.

His replies were... well, not that dry actually, only, not really encouraging. We were like doing Q&A session, added with some "hehe".

And I didn't bother to elongate the conversation. Enough.

We are back to strangers, like the night in 2003, the first time we met. Only, you were more excited that time.

Anyway, what do the say? Time flies, people change. Indeed.

Tuesday 11 March 2014

Changing theme - again

Cause that's what  I love to do :p

For a steady person, I'm quite fond of changes, in some aspects. I would love to try new menu, for example, thing that is a nightmare for some people I know.

And of course, changing blog or phone themes like this.

Guess I'm not that steady :)

Thursday 6 March 2014

a decade of a broken heart

I don't know why it's getting stronger recently.

Every night, you come crawling into my mind.  Flipping open the memory, torturing me with the warm feeling I once had every time we were talking. Yet, every conversation, every sweet gestures of yours would be swept away once I recalled this sentence:

"No, there's nothing going on between us."

Monday 24 February 2014

as blessed as

Maybe I'm just being jealous.

Jealous that she seems to enjoy her life so much, that she looks so lucky.

Having a husband who loves her so much. Wait... mine too!

Having a healthy-looking and happy baby. Wait again... mine is too!!

Having tons of money to enjoy great gourmet, buy branded stuff, going to cities and countries....

Okay, this one, I might not have as much as she does.

But I'm not in want! I still can buy stuff that I like (psst, I've been buying things for weeks, not really happy about it anyway, since I found 'retail therapy' is in the list of 22-habits-of-unhappy-people), I still can travel, though not luxuriously.

Says who I'm less than her?

I just don't spread it to the whole world.

I'm as blessed as she is :)

- and this revelation just came during me writing this! Writing is a great-working therapy! :)

Friday 21 February 2014

unhappy

How would you feel if you found out that you have at least 7 of 22 signs of unhappy people?

 

 

 

Thursday 20 February 2014

been too long!

Hari ini iseng-iseng kirim CV untuk apply jadi penerjemah freelance di sebuah penerbit.

Udah attach CV, giliran mau cuap-cuap, eh, jadi mati gaya.

Tulis ini, apus. Ketik itu, delete. Kayaknya semua serba salah, dan gw malah jadi gak pede dengan kemampuan bahasa Inggris DAN Indonesia gw!

O.o"

HELP!!! Kelamaan gak nulis, gak create something T.T

Tuesday 28 January 2014

make some silly...

make some silly mistakes

mourn over them

cry over them

regret them

then, don't forget:

laugh at yourself for committing them



and most importantly,

MOVE ON and enjoy an upgraded level of your life



~ dw

Monday 20 January 2014

to be insured or not to be insured

Am no a big fan of insurance, well, especially the agents, considering their sometimes-less-ethical-manner in approaching prospects. However, finding a post concerning insurance on my Facebook's friend, I find it pretty hilarious. I think my agent-friends should meet her and try to talk her into insurance :D

Here's the post: