Hari ini aku mencicip nasi ketan dengan babi itu.
Rasanya nikmat
Tapi, air mata itu jatuh.
Rasa yang bukan dari tangan mu itu ternyata tetap membawa memori tentang mu
Suatu waktu dahulu,
semasa kau masih segar, kau akan duduk di dapur sambil melipat-lipat daun dengan tumpukan nasi dan babi harum.
Kau akan mengikat buntelan nasi babi itu dengan tali warna warni sesuai dengan siapa yang akan memakannya.
Mereka yang muslim tetap akan kau bagikan, yang sengaja kau isi daging ayam, dan kau ikat dengan tali warna biru..
Padahal ini tradisi China
Untukku, kau sudah tahu, nasi ketan dan lapchiong, tanpa telur asin, tanpa babi kecap.
Kau membuatnya cukup untuk selama sepekan.
Dan, kini aku hanya makan yang dibuat oleh orang lain,
Dengan rasa yang berbeda
Dengan tradisi yang sama
Dengan kenangan
CVB
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Thursday, May 29, 2014
29 Mei 2014
Bolehkah aku mengulangnya lagi?
"Tidak ada yang kebetulan. Bahkan, setiap orang yang kita temui hari ini, setiap makanan yang kita makan, bahkan setiap cerita yang kita dengar hari ini bukan sebuah kebetulan"
Selamat hari Kenaikan Isa Almasih... :)
Rencana hari ini ternyata direstui sama Dia.
Bangun pagi walaupun agak berat meninggalkan kasur (mumpung hari libur), tapi toh akhirnya bangun dan dijemput Cath-cath untuk misa Kenaikan di Redemptor Mundi, sebuah paroki di daerah Surabaya Barat. Kesempatan ini lumayan menarik karena nge-kos di wilayah Timur, jadinya cuma bisa pergi ke Gereja-gereja sekitar sini saja. Kebetulan kita berdua (aku dan Cath-cath) lagi ngidam makan Brunch, so we appointed Libby brownies for our destination after mass. Mungkin motivasinya rada nge-blur akibat brunch itu, but anyway, Redemptor Mundi is one 'hot' church. At least in my opinion...
Begitu masuk gerbang, Gereja itu berdiri dengan kemegahan sendiri. Dia nggak berbentuk Gereja peninggalan Belanda, tapi, ketahuan kalau Gereja itu dibangun oleh tangan orang Indonesia. Atapnya sedikit meningatkan dengan rumah-rumah Joglo, walaupun tidak persis sama. Kita melewati pintu Barat, dan dari situ sudah terlihat altar dengan salibnya yang luar biasa besar. Yang bikin menarik adalah dinding yang melatarbelakangi salib corpus itu. Batu bata oranye dengan salib dari bahan kayu dengan ukuran raksasa. Dari pintu Utara atau pintu utama bahkan lebih "wah" lagi. Warna oranye batu batanya yang menyatakan bahwa Gereja ini "Indonesia banget." Agak terasa sedikit nuansa Bali di tanah Jawa.
Misa jam 10 itu misa Bahasa Inggris. Sekalian nostalgia sedikit.
Setelah besar begini baru sadar bahwa ada banyak hal yang bisa "menyentuh" saat menghadiri misa. Dari koor, arak-arakan pastor, atau homili. Hari ini, homilinya sedikit menyentil mengenai "fear"
Pasturnya benar dugaanku adalah seorang dari Filipina dengan aksennya yang super khas. Aku pribadi suka dengan aksen mereka :)
Beliau menceritakan tentang pengalamannya bertemu seorang wanita tua yang duduk di kursi roda pada saat penerbangannya ke Taiwan. Wanita tua tersebut bisa langsung menebak bahwa pastor ini berasal dari Filipina, dia langsung diajak ngobrol dalam bahasa tagalog. Kelihatannya, wanita tua ini butuh teman untuk ngobrol, tetapi si pastor terpaksa meninggalkan wanita tua itu karena dia "takut", dia "khawatir" nanti dia ketinggalan pesawat. Padahal, pesawatnya baru 8 jam lagi. Dia takut karena dia di tanah asing, dan ini penerbangan internasional, dan dia belum pernah berada di Taiwan airport, jadinya dia butuh secure diri dengan cara tanya ke informasi. Sayangnya, ketika dia meninggalkan wanita itu untuk bertanya di informasi, dia tidak bisa kembali ke wanita itu setelahnya. Karena, dia sudah cek in. Kejadian itu meninggalkan penyesalan. Dia menyesal lebih ikuti ketakutannya, padahal dia bisa saja menemani wanita tua itu ngobrol, karena dia mengerti bahwa orang tua yang sudah tidak bekerja biasanya senang mengobrol. Lalu, si pastor mengerti bahwa tidak ada yang kebetulan. Dia ditakdirkan untuk bertemu dengan wanita itu untuk menyadari bahwa kekhawatiran itu tidak akan membawanya ke mana.
Cukup berkesan untuk misa pertama di Redemptor Mundi.
Lebih berkesannya lagi ketika makan di Libby Brownies seperti yang sudah direncanakan. Makanannya mendapatkan "Oke", not that great, but not that bad. Eventually, I enjoyed my time more because of the companion. :)
Hari ini, aku kenalan dengan satu orang baru, dan mendengar ceritanya.
Bukan sebuah kebetulan kalau yang aku temui itu orang perhotelan.
Bukan sebuah kebetulan kalau dia cerita soal pengalamannya yang luar biasa dengan kerja hampir 2 tahun di salah satu hotel di Bali.
Bukan sebuah kebetulan kalau konsep kerjanya di hotel dulu itu "bekerja dengan hati"
Bukan sebuah kebetulan kalau GM di hotelnya dulu itu lulusan Swiss
Bukan sebuah kebetulan kalau dia cerita dia marah-marah ketika dia kerja di Surabaya yang notabene manajemennya nggak serapih di Bali.
Bukan sebuah kebetulan kalau aku merasa... ceritanya dia jadi pelajaran buat aku.
Bukan sebuah kebetulan kalau dia share soal bagaimana dia dididik sama atasannya yang dulu.
Sebelumnya, mari saya jelaskan sedikit...
Saya suka kerjaan saya yang sekarang, tapi performance saya bukan yang terbaik. Entah beruntung atau tidak, saya merasa saya tidak mendapatkan teguran keras dari orang-orang, namun...kesadaran saya sendiri yang sepertinya menjadi cambuk buat saya.
Dengar cerita si teman tadi, aku merasa seperti dapat cambukan baru yang melecut pedas tapi membuatku siap lari seperti kuda yang habis dilecut.
Pernah sekali, si teman cerita kalau dia pernah kena tegur keras dari GMnya mengenai performanya yang tidak memuaskan. si GM cuma bilang begini...
"I give you 4 days off. Jangan gunakan 4 hari itu untuk introspeksi. Yang kamu harus lakukan adalah ketika kamu libur dan tidak bekerja bertanya pada dirimu sendiri, apa kamu rindu sama segala sesuatu yang ada di hotel ini atau tidak. Kalau tidak, you can come here pack your things and go back home, itu berarti tempatmu bukan di sini. Tapi, kalau kamu rindu tentang segala sesuatu mengenai hotel ini, berarti cari your missing point. Apa yang membuat kamu jadi "hilang", cari dan temukan"
That is exactly what I have been doing these days. I have been trying to find the missing piece. I realized that I was not in the office even though I was there. Aku udah beberapa kali di-evaluasi dan entah beruntung atau tidak, para supervisor ku itu masih berbicara dengan halus. I should have said that I am lucky, maybe I am... but luck can stop in a minute, otherwise, I admit it and find the way out quickly. I hope it's not too late. It's been 8 months, and I might enjoy it too much; but, I haven't worked my butt off. Adaptation is enough. It's time to get real. Sudah berhari-hari ada sebuah kesadaran yang cukup menganggu, kalau saya belum serius. Belum punya goal. Masih meraba-raba, dan terlena. Ini tidak bisa jadi excuse. it's time to stay in focus while I have time. Karena beruntung atau tidak, saya masih belum dilepas.
Boleh kau katakan, ini sebuah pengakuan. Dan memang ini adalah sebuah pengakuan tentang apa yang sedang menari-nari di kepalaku sepanjang akhir bulan Mei ini. I am facing a challenge, but still looking at it without doing any extra effort to solve it.
My good good friend once said to me when we graduated from college, that we actually entered the university of life. Kita akan terus belajar. Bahkan, ini tingkat yang lebih advance daripada sebelumnya. Dia benar. Working life is actually not a monotone one if we are moving to its dynamic. Beradaptasi di semua challenge. I know quiet well that I am not educated to be a quitter. Nevertheless, I usually took too much time to realize and make a move.
Tapi, apapun yang sudah terjadi bukan sebuah kebetulan.
Itu saja...
Thanks for today...
29 Mei 2014
CVB
"Tidak ada yang kebetulan. Bahkan, setiap orang yang kita temui hari ini, setiap makanan yang kita makan, bahkan setiap cerita yang kita dengar hari ini bukan sebuah kebetulan"
Selamat hari Kenaikan Isa Almasih... :)
Rencana hari ini ternyata direstui sama Dia.
Bangun pagi walaupun agak berat meninggalkan kasur (mumpung hari libur), tapi toh akhirnya bangun dan dijemput Cath-cath untuk misa Kenaikan di Redemptor Mundi, sebuah paroki di daerah Surabaya Barat. Kesempatan ini lumayan menarik karena nge-kos di wilayah Timur, jadinya cuma bisa pergi ke Gereja-gereja sekitar sini saja. Kebetulan kita berdua (aku dan Cath-cath) lagi ngidam makan Brunch, so we appointed Libby brownies for our destination after mass. Mungkin motivasinya rada nge-blur akibat brunch itu, but anyway, Redemptor Mundi is one 'hot' church. At least in my opinion...
Begitu masuk gerbang, Gereja itu berdiri dengan kemegahan sendiri. Dia nggak berbentuk Gereja peninggalan Belanda, tapi, ketahuan kalau Gereja itu dibangun oleh tangan orang Indonesia. Atapnya sedikit meningatkan dengan rumah-rumah Joglo, walaupun tidak persis sama. Kita melewati pintu Barat, dan dari situ sudah terlihat altar dengan salibnya yang luar biasa besar. Yang bikin menarik adalah dinding yang melatarbelakangi salib corpus itu. Batu bata oranye dengan salib dari bahan kayu dengan ukuran raksasa. Dari pintu Utara atau pintu utama bahkan lebih "wah" lagi. Warna oranye batu batanya yang menyatakan bahwa Gereja ini "Indonesia banget." Agak terasa sedikit nuansa Bali di tanah Jawa.
Misa jam 10 itu misa Bahasa Inggris. Sekalian nostalgia sedikit.
Setelah besar begini baru sadar bahwa ada banyak hal yang bisa "menyentuh" saat menghadiri misa. Dari koor, arak-arakan pastor, atau homili. Hari ini, homilinya sedikit menyentil mengenai "fear"
Pasturnya benar dugaanku adalah seorang dari Filipina dengan aksennya yang super khas. Aku pribadi suka dengan aksen mereka :)
Beliau menceritakan tentang pengalamannya bertemu seorang wanita tua yang duduk di kursi roda pada saat penerbangannya ke Taiwan. Wanita tua tersebut bisa langsung menebak bahwa pastor ini berasal dari Filipina, dia langsung diajak ngobrol dalam bahasa tagalog. Kelihatannya, wanita tua ini butuh teman untuk ngobrol, tetapi si pastor terpaksa meninggalkan wanita tua itu karena dia "takut", dia "khawatir" nanti dia ketinggalan pesawat. Padahal, pesawatnya baru 8 jam lagi. Dia takut karena dia di tanah asing, dan ini penerbangan internasional, dan dia belum pernah berada di Taiwan airport, jadinya dia butuh secure diri dengan cara tanya ke informasi. Sayangnya, ketika dia meninggalkan wanita itu untuk bertanya di informasi, dia tidak bisa kembali ke wanita itu setelahnya. Karena, dia sudah cek in. Kejadian itu meninggalkan penyesalan. Dia menyesal lebih ikuti ketakutannya, padahal dia bisa saja menemani wanita tua itu ngobrol, karena dia mengerti bahwa orang tua yang sudah tidak bekerja biasanya senang mengobrol. Lalu, si pastor mengerti bahwa tidak ada yang kebetulan. Dia ditakdirkan untuk bertemu dengan wanita itu untuk menyadari bahwa kekhawatiran itu tidak akan membawanya ke mana.
Cukup berkesan untuk misa pertama di Redemptor Mundi.
Lebih berkesannya lagi ketika makan di Libby Brownies seperti yang sudah direncanakan. Makanannya mendapatkan "Oke", not that great, but not that bad. Eventually, I enjoyed my time more because of the companion. :)
Hari ini, aku kenalan dengan satu orang baru, dan mendengar ceritanya.
Bukan sebuah kebetulan kalau yang aku temui itu orang perhotelan.
Bukan sebuah kebetulan kalau dia cerita soal pengalamannya yang luar biasa dengan kerja hampir 2 tahun di salah satu hotel di Bali.
Bukan sebuah kebetulan kalau konsep kerjanya di hotel dulu itu "bekerja dengan hati"
Bukan sebuah kebetulan kalau GM di hotelnya dulu itu lulusan Swiss
Bukan sebuah kebetulan kalau dia cerita dia marah-marah ketika dia kerja di Surabaya yang notabene manajemennya nggak serapih di Bali.
Bukan sebuah kebetulan kalau aku merasa... ceritanya dia jadi pelajaran buat aku.
Bukan sebuah kebetulan kalau dia share soal bagaimana dia dididik sama atasannya yang dulu.
Sebelumnya, mari saya jelaskan sedikit...
Saya suka kerjaan saya yang sekarang, tapi performance saya bukan yang terbaik. Entah beruntung atau tidak, saya merasa saya tidak mendapatkan teguran keras dari orang-orang, namun...kesadaran saya sendiri yang sepertinya menjadi cambuk buat saya.
Dengar cerita si teman tadi, aku merasa seperti dapat cambukan baru yang melecut pedas tapi membuatku siap lari seperti kuda yang habis dilecut.
Pernah sekali, si teman cerita kalau dia pernah kena tegur keras dari GMnya mengenai performanya yang tidak memuaskan. si GM cuma bilang begini...
"I give you 4 days off. Jangan gunakan 4 hari itu untuk introspeksi. Yang kamu harus lakukan adalah ketika kamu libur dan tidak bekerja bertanya pada dirimu sendiri, apa kamu rindu sama segala sesuatu yang ada di hotel ini atau tidak. Kalau tidak, you can come here pack your things and go back home, itu berarti tempatmu bukan di sini. Tapi, kalau kamu rindu tentang segala sesuatu mengenai hotel ini, berarti cari your missing point. Apa yang membuat kamu jadi "hilang", cari dan temukan"
That is exactly what I have been doing these days. I have been trying to find the missing piece. I realized that I was not in the office even though I was there. Aku udah beberapa kali di-evaluasi dan entah beruntung atau tidak, para supervisor ku itu masih berbicara dengan halus. I should have said that I am lucky, maybe I am... but luck can stop in a minute, otherwise, I admit it and find the way out quickly. I hope it's not too late. It's been 8 months, and I might enjoy it too much; but, I haven't worked my butt off. Adaptation is enough. It's time to get real. Sudah berhari-hari ada sebuah kesadaran yang cukup menganggu, kalau saya belum serius. Belum punya goal. Masih meraba-raba, dan terlena. Ini tidak bisa jadi excuse. it's time to stay in focus while I have time. Karena beruntung atau tidak, saya masih belum dilepas.
Boleh kau katakan, ini sebuah pengakuan. Dan memang ini adalah sebuah pengakuan tentang apa yang sedang menari-nari di kepalaku sepanjang akhir bulan Mei ini. I am facing a challenge, but still looking at it without doing any extra effort to solve it.
My good good friend once said to me when we graduated from college, that we actually entered the university of life. Kita akan terus belajar. Bahkan, ini tingkat yang lebih advance daripada sebelumnya. Dia benar. Working life is actually not a monotone one if we are moving to its dynamic. Beradaptasi di semua challenge. I know quiet well that I am not educated to be a quitter. Nevertheless, I usually took too much time to realize and make a move.
Tapi, apapun yang sudah terjadi bukan sebuah kebetulan.
Itu saja...
Thanks for today...
29 Mei 2014
CVB
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Hormonal Effect
Hey girls... enough for hormones?
Yes indeed.
I am tired of being so called sensitive whenever I have my PMS!
I hate PMS. period.
It makes me look bad, like a porcelain which can be broken once you tip it.
You may call it excuse, I may call it precaution. I better fix this and not to blame this hormonal effect. Certainly, not all the girls (thanks God) have this similar symptoms of PMS.
However, I do believe that there are you out there who have this similar feeling. I can hear you say " I feel you."
Anyhow, I want to tone down this hormonal effect a little bit. I might not be able to erase it cleanly and act cool if I am having this disturbing PMS since it's something natural. My body needs to balance out whatever to be balanced; however, this is quiet disturbing. I become more and more sensitive. I feel like this world is pointing at me, every eye sees me, and everything I do is just wrong.
(sigh)
On the other hand, I could see this world beautifully whenever I have my period. funny eh?
I feel so good. So calm. So composed. Relax. I'm just lovin this and want to keep this forever and ever.
But, I can't go against nature right? I have to fully accept that myself will experience this "the whole world against me" and then I will feel "this world is truly wonderful" afterwards.
I might sound exaggerated. I am just pouring out what I have been feeling these past years.
Yet, after having this cycle ; feel everything is bad when I have PMS, feel everything is beautiful when I have period, over and over again, it makes me think that the most important thing is actually
CVB
Yes indeed.
I am tired of being so called sensitive whenever I have my PMS!
I hate PMS. period.
It makes me look bad, like a porcelain which can be broken once you tip it.
You may call it excuse, I may call it precaution. I better fix this and not to blame this hormonal effect. Certainly, not all the girls (thanks God) have this similar symptoms of PMS.
However, I do believe that there are you out there who have this similar feeling. I can hear you say " I feel you."
Anyhow, I want to tone down this hormonal effect a little bit. I might not be able to erase it cleanly and act cool if I am having this disturbing PMS since it's something natural. My body needs to balance out whatever to be balanced; however, this is quiet disturbing. I become more and more sensitive. I feel like this world is pointing at me, every eye sees me, and everything I do is just wrong.
(sigh)
On the other hand, I could see this world beautifully whenever I have my period. funny eh?
I feel so good. So calm. So composed. Relax. I'm just lovin this and want to keep this forever and ever.
But, I can't go against nature right? I have to fully accept that myself will experience this "the whole world against me" and then I will feel "this world is truly wonderful" afterwards.
I might sound exaggerated. I am just pouring out what I have been feeling these past years.
Yet, after having this cycle ; feel everything is bad when I have PMS, feel everything is beautiful when I have period, over and over again, it makes me think that the most important thing is actually
accepting my self
feel good about my self
proud being me
In fact, I should not take my feeling seriously when I am having this PMS. Since, I know it is just hormonal. It might be me who is overly sensitive that I think people would talk "this" about me or "that." It is effecting my self esteem somehow, PMS is. But, well... as I know it is just h-o-r-m-o-n-a-l. My thoughts and my feelings might be just my imagination or even if it is true, I will take it as hormonal effect and wont be too bothered about it.
I heard that whatever called PMS will be toned down as I grow older.
Whilst typing these down, I am realizing that it is precious to be a woman and self consciously aware that I am a female with all the bio-psychological mechanism. Even tho I hate PMS, I hate feeling small, but it is actually something that I need to get through to balance out myself. It is indeed nurture me to be maturer.
Again...
process.
Again...
He is magnificent as always. He creates things in His way to make everything works out.
Again...
Always back to Him...
Again...
It's about gratitude...
haha
Notes:
I have made a post with a similar theme, but address it in different type
Circle of woman - cycle 1
Circle of woman - cycle 2
Circle of woman - cycle 3
Notes:
I have made a post with a similar theme, but address it in different type
Circle of woman - cycle 1
Circle of woman - cycle 2
Circle of woman - cycle 3
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| let's feel good about ourselves |
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Top 3
When you live alone, things come out randomly, just like now. Suddenly thinking that there are many many things "I want..." It's like urge or something that pops out randomly. Or something that I miss the most. Reminiscing. Taste that I have had before. Places that I had memories. Things I used to do. Anything past tense. Or Something new; like shows that I haven't got a chance to see whilst I really want it badly. Learn somethings new. Totally random and out of the blue.
But, hey.. let me just do this for fun. Counting it as my "me time" and let me write them as my dream...
I put in 10 categories and narrow it down to top 3 things
CVB
But, hey.. let me just do this for fun. Counting it as my "me time" and let me write them as my dream...
I put in 10 categories and narrow it down to top 3 things
I.Top 3 food I crave the most
1. Chocochip pancake
2. Yuping (martabak China)
3. Dduk bok ki
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| taken from tumblr, dduk bok ki |
II. Top 3 countries I want to visit
1. South Korea
2. Holland
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| mej familie in Holland |
3. England
III. Top 3 musicals I want to see
1. Newsies
2. Pippin
3. Rent
IV.Top 3 concerts I want to see
1. Java Jazz Festival
2. Sweet Sorrow concert
3. Mocca concert
V. Top 3 movies I want to re-watch
1. Sr. Act 2 back to Habits
2. Sleepless in Seattle
3. The Sound of Music
VI. Top 3 things I want to do badly
1. Playing piano in the band again
2. Learning to dance bollywood and javanese dance
3. Singing in a choir/ learn to do acapella
VII. Top3 language I want to learn
1. Dutch
2. Korean
3. Sign Language
VIII. Top 3 priority I want to do this year
1. Diminish my bad habit (that 'one' particular)
2. Back to 59 Kg
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| 57-58kg back in 2011 hahaha |
3. Be more creative
IX. Top 3 recipes I want to master
1. My mom's Yuping recipe
2. Pastel tutup
3. Tart susu
X. Top 3 things I want to live with
1. faith
2. trust
3. joy
CVB
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Blessings
First and foremost I want to say
"HAPPY EASTER!!!"
My 25th easter, and yes... I am going to tell you about my 25th birthday.
Turning 25 for me is Big. It feels like when I turned 10th - it's like a gate towards my teens.
When I turned 17th - it's an entrance to be young adult
When I turned 21st - a "legal" age
And then now, 25... people say it's an age for marriage haha. But, I am not getting married any sooner, and I am not feeling that I should. Actually, being 25 is no difference than when I turned 18 or 22 or 24. I am still childish and the same cheerful chen that everybody knows... (at least that's what I have heard for the past 25 years hehehe)
However, there's something special about 25th birthday.
No.1
I got my number 3 supporter from Makassar a.k.a. RETTY KHO. My nanny 911. She came here to Surabaya, volunteered to be my maid for two days. She cleaned every corner of my room!! and gave me supply of food for months!
No. 2
Birthday Discounts.
hail to memberships!
20% off from BodyShop
25% off from GAUDI
50% off from Etude House
No. 3
It's Palm Sunday!
What I recall, my birthday could be one of days in holy week. It could be on Palm Sunday, Holy Thursday, Good Friday, Easter vigil, or Easter Sunday.
This year, I had a privilege to celebrate it on Palm Sunday.
It's an ordinary Palm Sunday in Indonesia. A grande entrance with palms on hands, a full re-cap of station of the cross, but it's like a reading from a scripture. And then the eucharist.
It's just like any other Palm Sunday mass, but for me, it's a special one. I felt it when I got the hostia in communion. Regularly, in catholic mass, the priest would have a big hostia for the ceremony of eucharist on altar. The small hostia has been placed in crowns. The big hostia only be used by the priest and after the eucharist, it would be broken into small pieces and mixed with the small hostia.
Usually, people in the front who would have a chance to get the broken piece. Or, for a special mass like a wedding or baptism, the one who wed or the one who baptized got the broken piece. But, what special about it is when I got the broken piece instead. I was not one of those who in line in the first row. I was quiet towards the end, but the priest took a couple time before giving me the hostia, and it was the broken piece. I just thought it was not ordinary, it was a 'sign'. Don't know what, you could tell me that I was over-reacted. However, getting the broken piece on your birthday when you were not in the front line could make you think that... HE also wanted to 'congratulate' you, or I preferred to say, it was His gift :)
No. 4
"Mbak, masih SMA ya?" could be translated "Miss, you are still in High School, right?" said the Gaudi girl. Retty was burst into laughter. I was doing the same. That was not the first time I heard that people mistook me as a high schooler. In the first time I came to Surabaya, many have guessed that I could be at least still a college student. LOL
There were two possibilities about this; number one, I got a baby face look. Number two, childishness. Considering, they said it mostly at our first meetings, so I think possibility number one wins (yeaaah). Although, I admitted both of them haha.
But hey, I think baby face is running into my family. Once my cousin Eras who is 10 years older than me, was mistook as a college student. It was on my 21st birthday, he came to Minneapolis from Washington DC for seminar. He was of course invited to my 21st birthday party. Most of my Minnesotan friends asked him whether he was in senior year, hahaha... he was 31 at that time. Already done with master. LOL
My dad is also having the similar situation. People wont guess that he is in his sixties. Most people were surprised when they know that my dad is 61 years old. He looks like in his late 40s at least, ot 50s possibly
No. 5
Got many blessings from all of you :)
Being 25 feels old?
I honestly say that I am not feeling old. But, perhaps after this, I might? I don't know.
Anyway, numbers are just numbers.
What most important is how to live this life, don't you agree?
I am still not perfect, perhaps I could not be perfect.
However, just like you, I am learning from mistakes and gain every wisdom I can, walking in faith, and share joy and love.
Reminiscing of how I was born, every birthday is a gift.
Life is indeed a gift.
I could die when I was born because amniotic water was on my throat since I was in mambo's womb for 10 months. I was a premature baby. Hence, I could grow as tall and as big I am now is a blessing.
There's no other word than Grateful...
I just can say...
thank you
for all of you... for all of things...
Throwback post: 22 tahun yang lalu
CVB
"HAPPY EASTER!!!"
My 25th easter, and yes... I am going to tell you about my 25th birthday.
Turning 25 for me is Big. It feels like when I turned 10th - it's like a gate towards my teens.
When I turned 17th - it's an entrance to be young adult
When I turned 21st - a "legal" age
And then now, 25... people say it's an age for marriage haha. But, I am not getting married any sooner, and I am not feeling that I should. Actually, being 25 is no difference than when I turned 18 or 22 or 24. I am still childish and the same cheerful chen that everybody knows... (at least that's what I have heard for the past 25 years hehehe)
However, there's something special about 25th birthday.
No.1
I got my number 3 supporter from Makassar a.k.a. RETTY KHO. My nanny 911. She came here to Surabaya, volunteered to be my maid for two days. She cleaned every corner of my room!! and gave me supply of food for months!
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Birthday Discounts.
hail to memberships!
20% off from BodyShop
25% off from GAUDI
50% off from Etude House
No. 3
It's Palm Sunday!
What I recall, my birthday could be one of days in holy week. It could be on Palm Sunday, Holy Thursday, Good Friday, Easter vigil, or Easter Sunday.
This year, I had a privilege to celebrate it on Palm Sunday.
It's an ordinary Palm Sunday in Indonesia. A grande entrance with palms on hands, a full re-cap of station of the cross, but it's like a reading from a scripture. And then the eucharist.
It's just like any other Palm Sunday mass, but for me, it's a special one. I felt it when I got the hostia in communion. Regularly, in catholic mass, the priest would have a big hostia for the ceremony of eucharist on altar. The small hostia has been placed in crowns. The big hostia only be used by the priest and after the eucharist, it would be broken into small pieces and mixed with the small hostia.
Usually, people in the front who would have a chance to get the broken piece. Or, for a special mass like a wedding or baptism, the one who wed or the one who baptized got the broken piece. But, what special about it is when I got the broken piece instead. I was not one of those who in line in the first row. I was quiet towards the end, but the priest took a couple time before giving me the hostia, and it was the broken piece. I just thought it was not ordinary, it was a 'sign'. Don't know what, you could tell me that I was over-reacted. However, getting the broken piece on your birthday when you were not in the front line could make you think that... HE also wanted to 'congratulate' you, or I preferred to say, it was His gift :)
No. 4
"Mbak, masih SMA ya?" could be translated "Miss, you are still in High School, right?" said the Gaudi girl. Retty was burst into laughter. I was doing the same. That was not the first time I heard that people mistook me as a high schooler. In the first time I came to Surabaya, many have guessed that I could be at least still a college student. LOL
There were two possibilities about this; number one, I got a baby face look. Number two, childishness. Considering, they said it mostly at our first meetings, so I think possibility number one wins (yeaaah). Although, I admitted both of them haha.
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| taken a month ago |
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| taken on April 13th |
But hey, I think baby face is running into my family. Once my cousin Eras who is 10 years older than me, was mistook as a college student. It was on my 21st birthday, he came to Minneapolis from Washington DC for seminar. He was of course invited to my 21st birthday party. Most of my Minnesotan friends asked him whether he was in senior year, hahaha... he was 31 at that time. Already done with master. LOL
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| he was 31!! |
My dad is also having the similar situation. People wont guess that he is in his sixties. Most people were surprised when they know that my dad is 61 years old. He looks like in his late 40s at least, ot 50s possibly
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| He is the on who wears Batik |
No. 5
Got many blessings from all of you :)
I honestly say that I am not feeling old. But, perhaps after this, I might? I don't know.
Anyway, numbers are just numbers.
What most important is how to live this life, don't you agree?
I am still not perfect, perhaps I could not be perfect.
However, just like you, I am learning from mistakes and gain every wisdom I can, walking in faith, and share joy and love.
Reminiscing of how I was born, every birthday is a gift.
Life is indeed a gift.
I could die when I was born because amniotic water was on my throat since I was in mambo's womb for 10 months. I was a premature baby. Hence, I could grow as tall and as big I am now is a blessing.
There's no other word than Grateful...
I just can say...
thank you
for all of you... for all of things...
Throwback post: 22 tahun yang lalu
CVB
Friday, April 11, 2014
Condolence
Call me overly sensitive.
But, I feel torment whenever I heard somebody's loved one was passed away.
Call me overly reacted.
But, I can feel the grief.
Call me stupid.
But, I can;t help but recalling what I felt when I lost my mom...
Call me weak.
But, I am not telling a lie, that somehow it still haunts me.
Call me anything.
But, you have to realize that someday, you are gonna be in our shoes...
Call me Potterish...
But, I will spot out what J.K. Rowling has said about grief of losing.
Thestral...
Nobody notice its present until you are witnessing someone's death.
People will only know grief when they experience it themselves...
Thestral, a gentle creature yet looks scary ..
Just like feeling of losing somebody. Even though you are letting them go, but there is a spot that is empty...
Just like a good bye,
bitter sweet
Behind the notes: just heard 3 bad news in this 2014 about a friend who lost his father. Three friends... Three fathers...
Not to mention my beloved oma Jobs in February ...
who knows...
CVB
But, I feel torment whenever I heard somebody's loved one was passed away.
Call me overly reacted.
But, I can feel the grief.
Call me stupid.
But, I can;t help but recalling what I felt when I lost my mom...
Call me weak.
But, I am not telling a lie, that somehow it still haunts me.
Call me anything.
But, you have to realize that someday, you are gonna be in our shoes...
Call me Potterish...
But, I will spot out what J.K. Rowling has said about grief of losing.
Thestral...
Nobody notice its present until you are witnessing someone's death.
People will only know grief when they experience it themselves...
Thestral, a gentle creature yet looks scary ..
Just like feeling of losing somebody. Even though you are letting them go, but there is a spot that is empty...
Just like a good bye,
bitter sweet
Behind the notes: just heard 3 bad news in this 2014 about a friend who lost his father. Three friends... Three fathers...
Not to mention my beloved oma Jobs in February ...
who knows...
CVB
Thursday, April 10, 2014
In a Relationship
INT. a cafe. morning/afternoon
(smooth sound of fork and knife on the background, a love song)
Scene 1: out.of.focus.
a couple sitting on a table next to big window
Scene 2: a woman in a pink dress smile brightly, laugh out of something funny
Narrator:
When you are firstly got into any relationship, everybody will agree that everything looks so nice.
You smile when he smile. You smile when he says sorry coming late. You just smile.
INT. dining table. night
(a desperate violin with some electric guitar)
Scene 3: the same woman, in worn t-shirt, staring across the dining table. holding a fork with untouched spaghetti lingering.
Scene 4: a man eating noisily and ignore the stare
Narrator:
Then, couple of months pass. Now, you know that he touches his feet before he strokes your hair, he eats too loud, he sometimes ignores you when he is playing video game. Your smile might be a rare thing to see...
However....
Scene 5: black screen
(a sooth piano slowly played)
Narrator:
after years....
There might not be a thrilling moments just like your first kiss, or first time holding hands, but everything can be settled.
INT. house , near window, raining
(same music, play a happy smooth song)
Scene 6a: Hand with a ring on the window panel,
Scene 6b: in focus on the water sliding on the window
Narrator:
You remember that every time you walk now, there is some one who can hold your hand tightly.
You know, that somebody is always there to be with you.
cut to
Scene 7: a woman smile
Narrator:
You smile, because now... just say that he is snoring, but you are bearing a child that will be your next.
Scene 8: (wide scene) man sleeping, woman sitting, hands on the belly - baby belly, on the bed
Narrator:
You are making a family which is bigger than all those little fuss about being stubborn, a little careless, or not too sensitive. Because, no matter what... family comes first. And that is the important thing.
We can just sit down and think of those good things...
Scene 9: E.C.U (Extreme Close Up) woman's eye blinking
Narrator:
Just a minute
(tacet)
A part from this huge negative force of being annoyed...
Sit down and picture those smile you have because... someone is always there...
for you
Cut to
EXT. Morning, sun shine
(guitar in, piano, cheerful song)
Scene 10: running child
Scene 11: Extreme close up, holding hands with a ring on each hand
Who says that love will be disappear after years...
Love is immortalized.
Might less exciting, but always loving and settle.
That's what we call...
a family, a relationship, a bond
CVB
(smooth sound of fork and knife on the background, a love song)
Scene 1: out.of.focus.
a couple sitting on a table next to big window
Scene 2: a woman in a pink dress smile brightly, laugh out of something funny
Narrator:
When you are firstly got into any relationship, everybody will agree that everything looks so nice.
You smile when he smile. You smile when he says sorry coming late. You just smile.
INT. dining table. night
(a desperate violin with some electric guitar)
Scene 3: the same woman, in worn t-shirt, staring across the dining table. holding a fork with untouched spaghetti lingering.
Scene 4: a man eating noisily and ignore the stare
Narrator:
Then, couple of months pass. Now, you know that he touches his feet before he strokes your hair, he eats too loud, he sometimes ignores you when he is playing video game. Your smile might be a rare thing to see...
However....
Scene 5: black screen
(a sooth piano slowly played)
Narrator:
after years....
There might not be a thrilling moments just like your first kiss, or first time holding hands, but everything can be settled.
INT. house , near window, raining
(same music, play a happy smooth song)
Scene 6a: Hand with a ring on the window panel,
Scene 6b: in focus on the water sliding on the window
Narrator:
You remember that every time you walk now, there is some one who can hold your hand tightly.
You know, that somebody is always there to be with you.
cut to
Scene 7: a woman smile
Narrator:
You smile, because now... just say that he is snoring, but you are bearing a child that will be your next.
Scene 8: (wide scene) man sleeping, woman sitting, hands on the belly - baby belly, on the bed
Narrator:
You are making a family which is bigger than all those little fuss about being stubborn, a little careless, or not too sensitive. Because, no matter what... family comes first. And that is the important thing.
We can just sit down and think of those good things...
Scene 9: E.C.U (Extreme Close Up) woman's eye blinking
Narrator:
Just a minute
(tacet)
A part from this huge negative force of being annoyed...
Sit down and picture those smile you have because... someone is always there...
for you
Cut to
EXT. Morning, sun shine
(guitar in, piano, cheerful song)
Scene 10: running child
Scene 11: Extreme close up, holding hands with a ring on each hand
Who says that love will be disappear after years...
Love is immortalized.
Might less exciting, but always loving and settle.
That's what we call...
a family, a relationship, a bond
CVB
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