Pernah punya lagu yang selalu bikin lo smile and flashed back to the old days..when you were still pure (hihihi okay no such a thing) anyway I am serious about this song thing, I have a lot of songs that reminds me of the good things and the bad things in the past. This song is one of them, I do not say that this song reminds me of bad things happened in the past but about something in between.
You fell in love (ya rite like I knew what love is about at that time..) then you realised that you were being fooled, your life was miserable not that miserable but miserable enough. And when I listen to this, the song was at that time was a good representation of how I felt.
I have heard this song many times before through a very best friend of mine, Erfan a true fan of The Cure (unfortunately he is not with us anymore, May Allah bless his soul) who dragged me to become The Cure lover but I did not associate it with any events going on in my life at the time until years after that.
A Letter To Elise
smith/gallup/thompson/williams/bamonte
oh elise it doesn't matter what you say
i just can't stay here every yesterday
like keep on acting out the same
the way we act out
every way to smile forget
and make-believe we never needed
any more than this
any more than this
oh elise it doesn't matter what you do
i know i'll never really get inside of you
to make your eyes catch fire the way they should
the way the blue could pull me in
if they only would if they only would
at least i'd lose this sense of sensing
something else that hides away
from me and you
there're worlds to part with
aching looks and breaking hearts
and all the prayers your hands can make
oh i just take as much as you can throw
and then throw it all away
oh i throw it all away
like throwing faces at the sky
like throwing arms round
yesterday
i stood and stared
wide-eyed in front of you
and the face i saw looked back
the way i wanted to
but i just can't hold my tears away the way you do
elise believe i never wanted this
i thought this time i'd keep all of my promises
i thought you were the girl I always dreamed about
but i let the dream go and the promises broke
and the make-believe ran out...
oh elise it doesn't matter what you say
i just can't stay here every yesterday
like keep on acting out the same the way we act out
every way to smile forget and make-believe
we never needed any more than this
any more than this
and every time i try to pick it up like falling sand
as fast as i pick it up it suns away
through my clutching hands
but there's nothing else i can really do
there's nothing else i can really do
at all...
A Letter to Elise is the third and final single taken from the album Wish from The Cure in 1992 according to Wikipedia and it is not played very often.
I do not know why I like this song very much, I never get bored of it buat gw artinya dalem aja gitu according to my interpretation to this song gw juga belum nanya sih ama yang buat. Lagu ini emang tentang Cinta and choices that you make in order to get the right Love I guess (bener apa ngga ya booo) tapi Ngga tau ya kadang denger lagu ini antara senang dan sedih and makes me want to go back to that certain point in my life and going through my stupid love life again you know how wonderful sometimes being in a crossroad and just lost in it and be stupid, hehehehe you just do not do that kind of thing anymore nowadays ya iyalah secara gw udah merit, kalo iya selingkuh dong namanya...
Gila ya setiap kali dengerin lagu ini gw jadi berasanya gimana gitu, berasa bego berasa I am lucky tapi ngga pingin juga ngerubah what had happened, kalo ngga ada kejadian-kejadian circa that time mungkin gw ngga jadi seperti gw sekarang.
Anyway.....a good peep to the past and how I miss it now
Friday, July 18, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Project oh Project....
Huaaaaa bete abisss menangani sesuatu ditengah-tengah..something happens you just don't know how to answer. Itu yang gw alami ditengah project ini. Sesuatu yang gue ngga suka. I may be a slack but have no problem being in charge of a project..as long as I know what's going on in the beginning, I got into this project in the middle soooooooooooo
I found so many problems in this project. The clients, they are like a pop up message like they call you anytime and text you most of the time,asking for bloody updates here and then, well I know that it is their job but I hate being pressured like that as if you are an idiot do not know what you are doing and of course we will give them updates, but it will not be like every single half an hour and to make it worst that we found a problem oh well basically we couldn't find certain respondents and I do not know why, so the client turned from a pop up message to a machine gun because it seems nothing could stop them from bugging me and by the time the FGD is about to start 2 important respondents went AWOL GOD...masalahnya adalah kalo client-nya ngerti situasi yang dihadepin sama orang-orang lapangan that no matter how good your plan is but things could go wrong and to make it worst kita agak-agak ngga succeed in recruiting respondents...pick the wrong city? you BET WE DID well should I said HE DID..I feel so alone like all eyes are on you..
Anyway being in Medan is somewhat good and somewhat bad...good that maybe the food is okay and the room is okay bad is because of the problem and I am not with my husband and Cica..
I do not have many photos of me being in Medan this time..actually I was going to take some pictures but since you know things are very unfortunate for me so I would just leave it at that..not taking pictures unless Maya takes some hehehehe .
Anyway wish me luck and I'll be out of town again since the client decide that we have to re-do the FGD in Pekan Baru...so you know and by this wed I'll be in Banjarmasin for another 3 days and a couple of days after I might be in Pekan Baru...
I really wanna go home now curl up in bed with both Cica and Yufi
I found so many problems in this project. The clients, they are like a pop up message like they call you anytime and text you most of the time,asking for bloody updates here and then, well I know that it is their job but I hate being pressured like that as if you are an idiot do not know what you are doing and of course we will give them updates, but it will not be like every single half an hour and to make it worst that we found a problem oh well basically we couldn't find certain respondents and I do not know why, so the client turned from a pop up message to a machine gun because it seems nothing could stop them from bugging me and by the time the FGD is about to start 2 important respondents went AWOL GOD...masalahnya adalah kalo client-nya ngerti situasi yang dihadepin sama orang-orang lapangan that no matter how good your plan is but things could go wrong and to make it worst kita agak-agak ngga succeed in recruiting respondents...pick the wrong city? you BET WE DID well should I said HE DID..I feel so alone like all eyes are on you..
Anyway being in Medan is somewhat good and somewhat bad...good that maybe the food is okay and the room is okay bad is because of the problem and I am not with my husband and Cica..
I do not have many photos of me being in Medan this time..actually I was going to take some pictures but since you know things are very unfortunate for me so I would just leave it at that..not taking pictures unless Maya takes some hehehehe .
Anyway wish me luck and I'll be out of town again since the client decide that we have to re-do the FGD in Pekan Baru...so you know and by this wed I'll be in Banjarmasin for another 3 days and a couple of days after I might be in Pekan Baru...
I really wanna go home now curl up in bed with both Cica and Yufi
Friday, May 23, 2008
"To Respect Child Rights is an Obligation, not a Choice"
Saya buka kembali buku hidup saya, sebagai bahan perenungan bagi para ORANG TUA...
Tahun yang lalu saya harus mondar-mandir ke SD Budi Mulia Bogor. Anak sulung kami yang bernama Dika, duduk di kelas 4 di SD itu. Waktu itu Saya memang harus berurusan dengan wali kelas dan kepala sekolah. Pasalnya menurut observasi wali kelas dan kepala sekolah, Dika yang Duduk di kelas unggulan, tempat penggemblengan anak-anak berprestasi itu, waktu itu justru tercatat sebagai anak yang bermasalah.
Saat saya tanyakan apa masalah Dika, guru dan kepala sekolah justru menanyakan apa yang terjadi di rumah sehingga anak tersebut selalu murung dan menghabiskan sebagian besar waktu belajar di kelas hanya untuk melamun.
Prestasinya kian lama kian merosot. Dengan lemah lembut saya tanyakan kepada Dika "Apa yang kamu inginkan ?" Dika hanya menggeleng.
"Kamu ingin ibu bersikap seperti apa ?" tanya saya.
"Biasa-biasa saja" jawab Dika singkat.
Beberapa kali saya berdiskusi dengan wali kelas dan kepala sekolah untuk mencari pemecahannya, namun sudah sekian lama tak ada kemajuan. Akhirnya kamipun sepakat untuk meminta bantuan seorang psikolog.
Suatu pagi, atas seijin kepala sekolah, Dika meninggalkan sekolah untuk menjalani test IQ. Tanpa persiapan apapun, Dika menyelesaikan soal demi soal dalam hitungan menit. Beberapa saat kemudian, psikolog yang tampil bersahaja namun penuh keramahan itu segera memberitahukan hasil testnya. Angka kecerdasan rata-rata anak saya mencapai 147 (Sangat Cerdas) di mana skor untuk aspek-aspek kemampuan pemahaman ruang, abstraksi, bahasa, ilmu pasti, penalaran, ketelitian dan kecepatan berkisar pada angka 140-160.
Ada satu kejanggalan, yaitu skor untuk kemampuan verbalnya tidak lebih dari 115 (Rata-rata Cerdas). Perbedaan yang mencolok pada 2 tingkat kecerdasan yang berbeda itulah yang menurut psikolog, perlu dilakukan pendalaman lebih lanjut. Oleh sebab itu psikolog itu dengan santun menyarankan saya untuk mengantar Dika kembali ke tempat itu seminggu lagi. Menurutnya Dika perlu menjalani test kepribadian.
Suatu sore, saya menyempatkan diri mengantar Dika kembali mengikuti serangkaian test kepribadian. Melalui interview dan test tertulis yang dilakukan, setidaknya psikolog itu telah menarik benang merah yang menurutnya menjadi salah satu atau beberapa faktor penghambat kemampuan verbal Dika. Setidaknya saya bisa membaca jeritan hati kecil Dika. Jawaban yang jujur dari hati Dika yang paling dalam itu membuat saya berkaca diri, melihat wajah seorang ibu yang masih jauh dari ideal.
Ketika psikolog itu menuliskan pertanyaan "Aku ingin ibuku :...." Dikapun menjawab: "membiarkan aku bermain sesuka hatiku, sebentar saja". Dengan beberapa pertanyaan pendalaman, terungkap bahwa selama ini saya kurang memberi kesempatan kepada Dika untuk bermain bebas. Waktu itu saya berpikir bahwa banyak ragam permainan-permainan edukatif sehingga saya merasa perlu menjawalkan kapan waktunya menggambar, kapan waktunya bermain puzzle, kapan waktunya bermain basket, kapan waktunya membaca buku cerita, kapan waktunya main game di komputer dan sebagainya.
Waktu itu saya berpikir bahwa demi kebaikan dan demi masa depannya, Dika perlu menikmati permainan-permainan secara merata di sela-sela waktu luangnya yang memang tinggal sedikit karena sebagian besar telah dihabiskan untuk sekolah dan mengikuti berbagai kursus di luar sekolah. Saya selalu pusing memikirkan jadwal kegiatan Dika yang begitu rumit.
Tetapi ternyata permintaan Dika hanya sederhana: diberi kebebasan bermain sesuka hatinya, menikmati masa kanak-kanaknya.
Ketika psikolog menyodorkan kertas bertuliskan "Aku ingin Ayahku..." Dikapun menjawab dengan kalimat yang berantakan namun kira-kira artinya "Aku ingin ayahku melakukan apa saja seperti dia menuntutku melakukan sesuatu" Melalui beberapa pertanyaan pendalaman, terungkap bahwa Dika tidak mau diajari atau disuruh, apalagi diperintah untuk melakukan ini dan itu. Ia hanya ingin melihat ayahnya melakukan apa saja setiap hari, seperti apa yang diperintahkan kepada Dika. Dika ingin ayahnya bangun pagi-pagi kemudian membereskan tempat tidurnya sendiri, makan dan minum tanpa harus dilayani orang lain, menonton TV secukupnya, merapikan sendiri koran yang habis dibacanya dan tidur tepat waktu. Sederhana memang, tetapi hal-hal seperti itu justru sulit dilakukan oleh kebanyakan orang tua.
Ketika psikolog mengajukan pertanyaan "Aku ingin ibuku tidak ..." Maka Dika menjawab "Menganggapku seperti dirinya" Dalam banyak hal saya merasa bahwa pengalaman hidup saya yang suka bekerja keras,disiplin, hemat, gigih untuk mencapai sesuatu yang saya inginkan itu merupakan sikap yang paling baik dan bijaksana. Hampir-hampir saya ingin menjadikan Dika persis seperti diri saya. Saya dan banyak orang tua lainnya seringkali ingin menjadikan anak sebagai foto copy diri kita atau bahkan beranggapan bahwa anak adalah orang dewasa dalam bentuk sachet kecil.
Ketika psikolog memberikan pertanyaan "Aku ingin ayahku tidak..." Dikapun menjawab "Tidak mempersalahkan aku di depan orang lain. Tidak mengatakan bahwa kesalahan-kesalahan kecil yang aku buat adalah dosa" Tanpa disadari, orang tua sering menuntut anak untuk selalu bersikap dan bertindak benar, hingga hampir-hampir tak memberi tempat kepadanya untuk berbuat kesalahan. Bila orang tua menganggap bahwa setiap kesalahan adalah dosa yang harus diganjar dengan hukuman, maka anakpun akan memilih untuk berbohong dan tidak mau mengakui kesalahan yang telah dibuatnya dengan jujur. Kesulitan baru akan muncul karena orang tua tidak tahu kesalahan apa yang telah dibuat anak, sehingga tidak tahu tindakan apa yang harus kami lakukan untuk mencegah atau menghentikannya.
Saya menjadi sadar bahwa ada kalanya anak-anak perlu diberi kesempatan Untuk berbuat salah, kemudian iapun bisa belajar dari kesalahannya. Konsekuensi dari sikap dan tindakannya yang salah adakalanya bisa menjadi pelajaran berharga supaya di waktu-waktu mendatang tidak membuat kesalahan yang serupa.
Ketika psikolog itu menuliskan "Aku ingin ibuku berbicara tentang ....." Dikapun menjawab "Berbicara tentang hal-hal yang penting saja". Saya cukup kaget karena waktu itu saya justru menggunakan kesempatan yang sangat sempit, sekembalinya dari kantor untuk membahas hal-hal yang menurut saya penting, seperti menanyakan pelajaran dan PR yang diberikan gurunya. Namun ternyata hal-hal yang menurut saya penting, bukanlah sesuatu yang penting untuk anak saya. Dengan jawaban Dika yang polos dan jujur itu saya dingatkan bahwa kecerdasan tidak lebih penting dari pada hikmat dan pengenalan akan Tuhan. Pengajaran tentang kasih tidak kalah pentingnya dengan ilmu pengetahuan.
Atas pertanyaan "Aku ingin ayahku berbicara tentang .....", Dikapun menuliskan "Aku ingin ayahku berbicara tentang kesalahan-kesalahan nya. Aku ingin ayahku tidak selalu merasa benar, paling hebat dan tidak pernah berbuat salah. Aku ingin ayahku mengakui kesalahannya dan meminta maaf kepadaku". Memang dalam banyak hal, orang tua berbuat benar tetapi sebagai manusia, orang tua tak luput dari kesalahan. Keinginan Dika sebenarnya sederhana, yaitu ingin orang tuanya sportif, mau mengakui kesalahnya dan kalau perlu meminta maaf atas kesalahannya, seperti apa yang diajarkan orang tua kepadanya.
Ketika psikolog menyodorkan tulisan "Aku ingin ibuku setiap hari........ " Dika berpikir sejenak, kemudian mencoretkan penanya dengan lancar " Aku ingin ibuku mencium dan memelukku erat-erat seperti ia mencium dan memeluk adikku" Memang adakalanya saya berpikir bahwa Dika yang hampir setinggi saya sudah tidak pantas lagi dipeluk-peluk, apalagi dicium-cium. Ternyata saya salah, pelukan hangat dan ciuman sayang seorang ibu tetap dibutuhkan supaya hari-harinya terasa lebih indah. Waktu itu saya tidak menyadari bahwa perlakukan orang tua yang tidak sama kepada anak-anaknya seringkali oleh anak-anak diterjemahkan sebagai tindakan yang tidak adil atau pilih kasih.
Secarik kertas yang berisi pertanyaan "Aku ingin ayahku setiap hari....." Dika menuliskan sebuah kata tepat di atas titik-titik dengan satu kata "tersenyum" Sederhana memang, tetapi seringkali seorang ayah merasa perlu menahan senyumannya demi mempertahankan wibawanya. Padahal kenyataannya senyuman tulus seorang ayah sedikitpun tidak akan melunturkan wibawanya, tetapi justru bisa menambah simpati dan energi bagi anak-anak dalam melakukan segala sesuatu seperti yang ia lihat dari ayahnya setiap hari.
Ketika psikolog memberikan kertas yang bertuliskan "Aku ingin ibuku memanggilku. ..." Dikapun menuliskan "Aku ingin ibuku memanggilku dengan nama yang bagus" Saya tersentak sekali ! Memang sebelum ia lahir kami telah memilih nama yang paling bagus dan penuh arti, yaitu Judika Ekaristi Kurniawan. Namun sayang, tanpa sadar, saya selalu memanggilnya dengan sebutan Nang atau Le. Nang dalam Bahasa Jawa diambil dari kata "Lanang" yang berarti laki-laki. Sedangkan Le dari kata "Tole". Waktu itu saya merasa bahwa panggilan tersebut wajar-wajar saja, karena hal itu merupakan sesuatu yang lumrah di kalangan masyarakat Jawa.
Ketika psikolog menyodorkan tulisan yang berbunyi "Aku ingin ayahku memanggilku .." Dika hanya menuliskan 2 kata saja, yaitu "Nama Asli". Selama ini suami saya memang memanggil Dika dengan sebutan "Paijo" karena sehari-hari Dika berbicara dalam Bahasa Indonesia atau Bahasa Sunda dengan logat Jawa medok. "Persis Paijo, tukang sayur keliling" kata suami saya.
Atas jawaban-jawaban Dika yang polos dan jujur itu, saya menjadi malu karena selama ini saya bekerja disebuah lembaga yang membela dan memperjuangkan hak-hak anak. Kepada banyak orang saya kampanyekan pentingnya penghormatan hak-hak anak sesuai dengan Konvensi Hak-Hak Anak Sedunia. Kepada khalayak ramai saya bagikan poster bertuliskan "To Respect Child Rights is an Obligation, not a Choise" sebuah seruan yang mengingatkan bahwa "Menghormati Hak Anak adalah Kewajiban, bukan Pilihan". Tanpa saya sadari, saya telah melanggar hak anak saya karena telah memanggilnya dengan panggilan yang tidak hormat dan bermartabat.
Dalam diamnya anak, dalam senyum anak yang polos dan dalam tingkah polah anak yang membuat orang tua kadang-kadang bangga dan juga kadang-kadang jengkel, ternyata ada banyak Pesan Yang Tak Terucapkan.
Seandainya semua ayah mengasihi anak-anaknya, maka tidak ada satupun anak yang kecewa atau marah kepada ayahnya. Anak-anak memang harus diajarkan untuk menghormati ayah dan ibunya, tetapi para ayah (orang tua) tidak boleh membangkitkan amarah di dalam hati anak-anaknya. Para ayah harus mendidik anaknya di dalam ajaran dan nasehat Tuhan.
Untuk menyambut Peringatan Hari Anak Nasional Tanggal 23 Juli 2008, saya ingin mengingatkan kembali kepada para orang tua supaya selalu berpikir, bersikap dan melakukan hal-hal yang dikehendaki Tuhan.
Sumber: Ditulis oleh Lesminingtyas
Mmm is this what we want for our child?
Saya buka kembali buku hidup saya, sebagai bahan perenungan bagi para ORANG TUA...
Tahun yang lalu saya harus mondar-mandir ke SD Budi Mulia Bogor. Anak sulung kami yang bernama Dika, duduk di kelas 4 di SD itu. Waktu itu Saya memang harus berurusan dengan wali kelas dan kepala sekolah. Pasalnya menurut observasi wali kelas dan kepala sekolah, Dika yang Duduk di kelas unggulan, tempat penggemblengan anak-anak berprestasi itu, waktu itu justru tercatat sebagai anak yang bermasalah.
Saat saya tanyakan apa masalah Dika, guru dan kepala sekolah justru menanyakan apa yang terjadi di rumah sehingga anak tersebut selalu murung dan menghabiskan sebagian besar waktu belajar di kelas hanya untuk melamun.
Prestasinya kian lama kian merosot. Dengan lemah lembut saya tanyakan kepada Dika "Apa yang kamu inginkan ?" Dika hanya menggeleng.
"Kamu ingin ibu bersikap seperti apa ?" tanya saya.
"Biasa-biasa saja" jawab Dika singkat.
Beberapa kali saya berdiskusi dengan wali kelas dan kepala sekolah untuk mencari pemecahannya, namun sudah sekian lama tak ada kemajuan. Akhirnya kamipun sepakat untuk meminta bantuan seorang psikolog.
Suatu pagi, atas seijin kepala sekolah, Dika meninggalkan sekolah untuk menjalani test IQ. Tanpa persiapan apapun, Dika menyelesaikan soal demi soal dalam hitungan menit. Beberapa saat kemudian, psikolog yang tampil bersahaja namun penuh keramahan itu segera memberitahukan hasil testnya. Angka kecerdasan rata-rata anak saya mencapai 147 (Sangat Cerdas) di mana skor untuk aspek-aspek kemampuan pemahaman ruang, abstraksi, bahasa, ilmu pasti, penalaran, ketelitian dan kecepatan berkisar pada angka 140-160.
Ada satu kejanggalan, yaitu skor untuk kemampuan verbalnya tidak lebih dari 115 (Rata-rata Cerdas). Perbedaan yang mencolok pada 2 tingkat kecerdasan yang berbeda itulah yang menurut psikolog, perlu dilakukan pendalaman lebih lanjut. Oleh sebab itu psikolog itu dengan santun menyarankan saya untuk mengantar Dika kembali ke tempat itu seminggu lagi. Menurutnya Dika perlu menjalani test kepribadian.
Suatu sore, saya menyempatkan diri mengantar Dika kembali mengikuti serangkaian test kepribadian. Melalui interview dan test tertulis yang dilakukan, setidaknya psikolog itu telah menarik benang merah yang menurutnya menjadi salah satu atau beberapa faktor penghambat kemampuan verbal Dika. Setidaknya saya bisa membaca jeritan hati kecil Dika. Jawaban yang jujur dari hati Dika yang paling dalam itu membuat saya berkaca diri, melihat wajah seorang ibu yang masih jauh dari ideal.
Ketika psikolog itu menuliskan pertanyaan "Aku ingin ibuku :...." Dikapun menjawab: "membiarkan aku bermain sesuka hatiku, sebentar saja". Dengan beberapa pertanyaan pendalaman, terungkap bahwa selama ini saya kurang memberi kesempatan kepada Dika untuk bermain bebas. Waktu itu saya berpikir bahwa banyak ragam permainan-permainan edukatif sehingga saya merasa perlu menjawalkan kapan waktunya menggambar, kapan waktunya bermain puzzle, kapan waktunya bermain basket, kapan waktunya membaca buku cerita, kapan waktunya main game di komputer dan sebagainya.
Waktu itu saya berpikir bahwa demi kebaikan dan demi masa depannya, Dika perlu menikmati permainan-permainan secara merata di sela-sela waktu luangnya yang memang tinggal sedikit karena sebagian besar telah dihabiskan untuk sekolah dan mengikuti berbagai kursus di luar sekolah. Saya selalu pusing memikirkan jadwal kegiatan Dika yang begitu rumit.
Tetapi ternyata permintaan Dika hanya sederhana: diberi kebebasan bermain sesuka hatinya, menikmati masa kanak-kanaknya.
Ketika psikolog menyodorkan kertas bertuliskan "Aku ingin Ayahku..." Dikapun menjawab dengan kalimat yang berantakan namun kira-kira artinya "Aku ingin ayahku melakukan apa saja seperti dia menuntutku melakukan sesuatu" Melalui beberapa pertanyaan pendalaman, terungkap bahwa Dika tidak mau diajari atau disuruh, apalagi diperintah untuk melakukan ini dan itu. Ia hanya ingin melihat ayahnya melakukan apa saja setiap hari, seperti apa yang diperintahkan kepada Dika. Dika ingin ayahnya bangun pagi-pagi kemudian membereskan tempat tidurnya sendiri, makan dan minum tanpa harus dilayani orang lain, menonton TV secukupnya, merapikan sendiri koran yang habis dibacanya dan tidur tepat waktu. Sederhana memang, tetapi hal-hal seperti itu justru sulit dilakukan oleh kebanyakan orang tua.
Ketika psikolog mengajukan pertanyaan "Aku ingin ibuku tidak ..." Maka Dika menjawab "Menganggapku seperti dirinya" Dalam banyak hal saya merasa bahwa pengalaman hidup saya yang suka bekerja keras,disiplin, hemat, gigih untuk mencapai sesuatu yang saya inginkan itu merupakan sikap yang paling baik dan bijaksana. Hampir-hampir saya ingin menjadikan Dika persis seperti diri saya. Saya dan banyak orang tua lainnya seringkali ingin menjadikan anak sebagai foto copy diri kita atau bahkan beranggapan bahwa anak adalah orang dewasa dalam bentuk sachet kecil.
Ketika psikolog memberikan pertanyaan "Aku ingin ayahku tidak..." Dikapun menjawab "Tidak mempersalahkan aku di depan orang lain. Tidak mengatakan bahwa kesalahan-kesalahan kecil yang aku buat adalah dosa" Tanpa disadari, orang tua sering menuntut anak untuk selalu bersikap dan bertindak benar, hingga hampir-hampir tak memberi tempat kepadanya untuk berbuat kesalahan. Bila orang tua menganggap bahwa setiap kesalahan adalah dosa yang harus diganjar dengan hukuman, maka anakpun akan memilih untuk berbohong dan tidak mau mengakui kesalahan yang telah dibuatnya dengan jujur. Kesulitan baru akan muncul karena orang tua tidak tahu kesalahan apa yang telah dibuat anak, sehingga tidak tahu tindakan apa yang harus kami lakukan untuk mencegah atau menghentikannya.
Saya menjadi sadar bahwa ada kalanya anak-anak perlu diberi kesempatan Untuk berbuat salah, kemudian iapun bisa belajar dari kesalahannya. Konsekuensi dari sikap dan tindakannya yang salah adakalanya bisa menjadi pelajaran berharga supaya di waktu-waktu mendatang tidak membuat kesalahan yang serupa.
Ketika psikolog itu menuliskan "Aku ingin ibuku berbicara tentang ....." Dikapun menjawab "Berbicara tentang hal-hal yang penting saja". Saya cukup kaget karena waktu itu saya justru menggunakan kesempatan yang sangat sempit, sekembalinya dari kantor untuk membahas hal-hal yang menurut saya penting, seperti menanyakan pelajaran dan PR yang diberikan gurunya. Namun ternyata hal-hal yang menurut saya penting, bukanlah sesuatu yang penting untuk anak saya. Dengan jawaban Dika yang polos dan jujur itu saya dingatkan bahwa kecerdasan tidak lebih penting dari pada hikmat dan pengenalan akan Tuhan. Pengajaran tentang kasih tidak kalah pentingnya dengan ilmu pengetahuan.
Atas pertanyaan "Aku ingin ayahku berbicara tentang .....", Dikapun menuliskan "Aku ingin ayahku berbicara tentang kesalahan-kesalahan nya. Aku ingin ayahku tidak selalu merasa benar, paling hebat dan tidak pernah berbuat salah. Aku ingin ayahku mengakui kesalahannya dan meminta maaf kepadaku". Memang dalam banyak hal, orang tua berbuat benar tetapi sebagai manusia, orang tua tak luput dari kesalahan. Keinginan Dika sebenarnya sederhana, yaitu ingin orang tuanya sportif, mau mengakui kesalahnya dan kalau perlu meminta maaf atas kesalahannya, seperti apa yang diajarkan orang tua kepadanya.
Ketika psikolog menyodorkan tulisan "Aku ingin ibuku setiap hari........ " Dika berpikir sejenak, kemudian mencoretkan penanya dengan lancar " Aku ingin ibuku mencium dan memelukku erat-erat seperti ia mencium dan memeluk adikku" Memang adakalanya saya berpikir bahwa Dika yang hampir setinggi saya sudah tidak pantas lagi dipeluk-peluk, apalagi dicium-cium. Ternyata saya salah, pelukan hangat dan ciuman sayang seorang ibu tetap dibutuhkan supaya hari-harinya terasa lebih indah. Waktu itu saya tidak menyadari bahwa perlakukan orang tua yang tidak sama kepada anak-anaknya seringkali oleh anak-anak diterjemahkan sebagai tindakan yang tidak adil atau pilih kasih.
Secarik kertas yang berisi pertanyaan "Aku ingin ayahku setiap hari....." Dika menuliskan sebuah kata tepat di atas titik-titik dengan satu kata "tersenyum" Sederhana memang, tetapi seringkali seorang ayah merasa perlu menahan senyumannya demi mempertahankan wibawanya. Padahal kenyataannya senyuman tulus seorang ayah sedikitpun tidak akan melunturkan wibawanya, tetapi justru bisa menambah simpati dan energi bagi anak-anak dalam melakukan segala sesuatu seperti yang ia lihat dari ayahnya setiap hari.
Ketika psikolog memberikan kertas yang bertuliskan "Aku ingin ibuku memanggilku. ..." Dikapun menuliskan "Aku ingin ibuku memanggilku dengan nama yang bagus" Saya tersentak sekali ! Memang sebelum ia lahir kami telah memilih nama yang paling bagus dan penuh arti, yaitu Judika Ekaristi Kurniawan. Namun sayang, tanpa sadar, saya selalu memanggilnya dengan sebutan Nang atau Le. Nang dalam Bahasa Jawa diambil dari kata "Lanang" yang berarti laki-laki. Sedangkan Le dari kata "Tole". Waktu itu saya merasa bahwa panggilan tersebut wajar-wajar saja, karena hal itu merupakan sesuatu yang lumrah di kalangan masyarakat Jawa.
Ketika psikolog menyodorkan tulisan yang berbunyi "Aku ingin ayahku memanggilku .." Dika hanya menuliskan 2 kata saja, yaitu "Nama Asli". Selama ini suami saya memang memanggil Dika dengan sebutan "Paijo" karena sehari-hari Dika berbicara dalam Bahasa Indonesia atau Bahasa Sunda dengan logat Jawa medok. "Persis Paijo, tukang sayur keliling" kata suami saya.
Atas jawaban-jawaban Dika yang polos dan jujur itu, saya menjadi malu karena selama ini saya bekerja disebuah lembaga yang membela dan memperjuangkan hak-hak anak. Kepada banyak orang saya kampanyekan pentingnya penghormatan hak-hak anak sesuai dengan Konvensi Hak-Hak Anak Sedunia. Kepada khalayak ramai saya bagikan poster bertuliskan "To Respect Child Rights is an Obligation, not a Choise" sebuah seruan yang mengingatkan bahwa "Menghormati Hak Anak adalah Kewajiban, bukan Pilihan". Tanpa saya sadari, saya telah melanggar hak anak saya karena telah memanggilnya dengan panggilan yang tidak hormat dan bermartabat.
Dalam diamnya anak, dalam senyum anak yang polos dan dalam tingkah polah anak yang membuat orang tua kadang-kadang bangga dan juga kadang-kadang jengkel, ternyata ada banyak Pesan Yang Tak Terucapkan.
Seandainya semua ayah mengasihi anak-anaknya, maka tidak ada satupun anak yang kecewa atau marah kepada ayahnya. Anak-anak memang harus diajarkan untuk menghormati ayah dan ibunya, tetapi para ayah (orang tua) tidak boleh membangkitkan amarah di dalam hati anak-anaknya. Para ayah harus mendidik anaknya di dalam ajaran dan nasehat Tuhan.
Untuk menyambut Peringatan Hari Anak Nasional Tanggal 23 Juli 2008, saya ingin mengingatkan kembali kepada para orang tua supaya selalu berpikir, bersikap dan melakukan hal-hal yang dikehendaki Tuhan.
Sumber: Ditulis oleh Lesminingtyas
Mmm is this what we want for our child?
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Foto Cica
Foto Cica di ambil sama Om Mayzal nih keren kan ternyata..... yang tadinya takut malah jadi suka banget difoto sampe nanya "besok foto lagi ya om Mayzal"
Monday, May 12, 2008
A Ride to Puncak
Puncak Pass view in the evening
On Saturday, Yufi and I decided to go for a ride to Puncak, yes with his beloved Bajaj Pulsar, anyway we sent Cica to my mom's with the help from my parents in law (they are having their own adventure as well at the moment, driving to Padang) we left our house at 2 PM.
We decided to go through Jalan Raya Bogor, because it's the closest track from the house and we thought all the people who work at factories along Jalan Raya Bogor, will not be out yet before 4 PM so the road will be less packed (God, we are so not right..), The weather in general at that time was awfully hot and Yufi wore this thick padded jacket he's just got earlier in the morning (yes, HOT, the insulation is made from fleece fabric which is supposedly being worn in a damn cold weather somewhere in a country up north errr Alaska? rather than in Jakarta) anyway we had to make a stop in an Indomaret minimarket to buy some drink. When I was roaming in the store, a lady was fainted in the store and no one actually cared, one store attendant tried to help by trying to pour a bottle full of alcohol on her, I was kinda yell at him (GOD, are you nuts!!) . I hurried to help her husband and slapped some "minyak angin" on to her forehead and neck then the husband tried to call someone when she was kind of conscious I left and paid my stuff.
We went through Sentul area, first was the infamous Sentul circuit then took a right turn, then cruised along the road passing through villages (well it is not called villages anymore but houses are on both side of the road, then passed some of beautiful (not to mention expensive) estates along the way one of them was of course Bukit Sentul Estate, the road condition could not really be called smooth..well just as normal as any other rural road would be just enough for two cars passing each other both ways at the same time, uneven surfaces are here and there but generally it was a cool ride along the area.
We finally reached to the back gate of this real estate called Rainbow Hills, most of the houses there are rather big and looked more like a mansion than a house to me, but most of them looked abandoned especially in the back area of the estate, then we passed a huge golf course, from the look of it, you have to drive a golf car to actually go from one hole to another (I was kind of remembered that I have been to this golf course before...then yes of course My dad played golf here as well last time), the houses around golf course area were in better condition than ones we previously passed. We got out of the estate then rode along the rural road, which was actually smaller than the rural road which we have passed off Sentul area, and it was steeper as well, we passed some beautiful some were very laid back villas, one of them caught Yufi and I attention, the house was medium size, made out of very simple material, made us think mmm how nice..imagine if we had a place like that to go for the weekend..
Then we passed Gunung Geulis Resort, this place I bet was even bigger than Rainbow Hills, guessing by its golf course size, a 39 hole golf course..after we passed the Resort we got to the Gadog area, finally..then we decided to have lunch at Cimory Resto (Cisarua Mountain Dairy) which known for its "fresh from their own farm" milk. The place is about 6 KM from Gadog, 2 storey building overlooking a mountain (I do not know which mountain is that), spacious car park (which always full with cars) and playground for children. The place consisted of a shop and a restaurant. The shop sells sausages (Kanzzler Brand), yoghurt (Yo-Lite brand), fresh milk (Cimory's own brand), some munchies and local snacks. The food served in the restaurant was mainly western apart from local specialties, where sausages took a quite big part on the menu list and of course Milk (milkshakes, fresh milk, etc), Yufi and I were more interested in trying the sausages menu so he ordered American Grilled sausage with Chocolate milk and I ordered German Bratwurst (do I spell it right?) with German spices and a coffee flavoured milk. The taste was okay, not genuinely delicious but nice. It also has a farm tour with various price range (lunch and souvenir are provided) for children and adult but the tour has to at least have minimum 40 people in it, they will take you around the farm, learn how to milk a cow, to see how fresh milk put into milk bottles and etc.
We then continued our ride to Gunung Mas Tea Plantation, the weather was getting cooler, we got to the Gunung Mas Tea Plantation had to pay Rp.6000 per person (since we were riding a motorcycle, we did not get charged for the transport, but they do charge for cars) with the amount you will get a free sachet (5 tea bags) of Walini Black Tea. The area was good for walking and cycling, the air was very fresh and they have bungalows for people to rent as well and the bungalows were also fully booked by families. Since both of us were lazy to walk so we went around without even getting off the bike hehehe. We might go back there again with Cica next time she could bring her bike then.
We then continued our ride to Puncak Pass. It was not quite different from last time I went there. We stopped over in a small warung to have coffee and just eyeing the scenery from the warung, the weather was cool and nice, I wonder whether it would still be this cool in the next 5 years.
We then went down from Puncak Pass at 6.30 PM, straight to home, we went through Bogor this time as Yufi said it would be quite scary if we passed Rainbow Hills during the time. We went through Depok then Pasar Minggu then finally arrived at My mom's house at 9 PM.
The only bummer was we did not bring a decent camera so.......
In general I loved it well although it was tiring and all your bones were aching (too much sitting and not too mentioned the seat cushion was far from comfortable) spent time with your lovely husband harassing and dissing each other hehehehe but I would love to do it again though , a bit farther then next time, we plan to go to Ciwidey next time.
Friday, May 09, 2008
Dilemma of a working mother
There will be a time when you realise that your children have grown up and they are not little babies anymore..and have I mentioned that I have encountered such moment? Yes last nite, My hubby and I just arrived in front of our little gate, I was just about to take off my helmet when I heard a squeaky loud voice (which funnily was very familiar to me) mumbled words which I couldn't comprehend at all in that very moment, then I finally enter our small carport and as I suspected, that was my cute daughter's voice, so I walked up to her in my very attentive gesture and asked her what was she mumbling on about, then this "thing" came out "Mamaaaa Cica mau beli sepeda yang lodanya duaaaaa ituuu yang kayak o'oow" (artinya: mama cica beliin otopet dong yang kayak teletubbies) well as based on our assistant report that one of the kid in our neighborhood has one, she tried the push scooter then decided that having one is kinda cool, so there she was with her demanding voice asking the very same scooter to us, her lovely parents.
That was when I realised that beneath her small but sturdy built, behind her cute little smiles and acting, she is not our little baby anymore, she has grown into a little kid because she already knows what she wanted...Okay that would be a classic mistake for us working parents that we sometimes (well okay most of the times) indulge our children with small, meaningless presents which we brought together with our arrival at home after work, so these little people got used to the treatment. When we finally realised that they actually do grow..then it is a little bit too late.
Now it is up to us to re-define the meaning of indulgent to these little people so they will not become demanding children one day because you know, we have to be wise and we have to teach them that in order to get things you have to work hard for it, or in this little people's case they have to be good like clean up their toys after playing and put those back in their storage, finish their meals, take a bath in time, never screams, etc, etc then I think..alright I would do that so Cica will not become a spoilt little girl (I said it over and over again in my heart that I will not OBEY to her SUMMOND of getting her a push scooter) in fact after work today, My hubby and I have plan to stop over at PIM to have a peep of this push scooter at toys store somewhere in there just to check how much it cost and maybe we will also check the price of children's helmet, knee and elbow pad, so that when Cica ride her push scooter and accidentally fall off then she would not get scratches on her knees and elbows.
And even today, her cute face is dancing before my eyes....and her mumbles keeps playing on my head....who's on earth would be able to resist buying things for their own children... especially if she looks like this..........
That was when I realised that beneath her small but sturdy built, behind her cute little smiles and acting, she is not our little baby anymore, she has grown into a little kid because she already knows what she wanted...Okay that would be a classic mistake for us working parents that we sometimes (well okay most of the times) indulge our children with small, meaningless presents which we brought together with our arrival at home after work, so these little people got used to the treatment. When we finally realised that they actually do grow..then it is a little bit too late.
Now it is up to us to re-define the meaning of indulgent to these little people so they will not become demanding children one day because you know, we have to be wise and we have to teach them that in order to get things you have to work hard for it, or in this little people's case they have to be good like clean up their toys after playing and put those back in their storage, finish their meals, take a bath in time, never screams, etc, etc then I think..alright I would do that so Cica will not become a spoilt little girl (I said it over and over again in my heart that I will not OBEY to her SUMMOND of getting her a push scooter) in fact after work today, My hubby and I have plan to stop over at PIM to have a peep of this push scooter at toys store somewhere in there just to check how much it cost and maybe we will also check the price of children's helmet, knee and elbow pad, so that when Cica ride her push scooter and accidentally fall off then she would not get scratches on her knees and elbows.
Push scooters that Cica has been talking about.
And even today, her cute face is dancing before my eyes....and her mumbles keeps playing on my head....who's on earth would be able to resist buying things for their own children... especially if she looks like this..........
But for sure we will not get it for her as in TODAY (well we are on a tight budget rememberrrr) but I guess in the next couple of weeks I might.....
Now tell me....what do you think IF you were me?
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Reminiscence of the past
Okay..it's been a busy day..meeting with a very nice and polite client (okay it was only like 45 minutes or less I guess..) and trying to fix the dicussion (nearly there) and have sent an RFQ to China (was it China or Hongkong, damned they sounded the same) and still managed to peep on my facebook, downloaded 3 songs (Mas Ar would kill me if he knew about this) and browsed through my friends' blog and I ended up at Deki's Blog and look what I have found!! an old photos of us in kindie when we were doing this manasik Haji thing, Amazing aye.....looking at the photo reminds me of the past I just can't believe I am this old now hehehehehe
It is over...
Why good days gone so fast? you can't really recall what have been happening for the last 2 weeks, of course not, 2 weeks have been very cruisy....relax...and it will be over soon..like today soon because all the bosses are coming in (sigh) OHHHHHHH and projects are lining up already...
IT IS NOT FAIR!!!
Okay now...calm down...be professional...inhale and exhale....
IT IS NOT FAIR!!!
Okay now...calm down...be professional...inhale and exhale....
Friday, May 02, 2008
Just (I'd like it to be) an ordinary day
Okay..I think I am not a writer material am I...like I only post to this blog only when I am sort of lost all the fun from browsing the net.
Okay..usually I would say that I had been so tight up at work but okay I am being honest that it's been very cruisy weeks I hope that it will still be cruisy for weeks ahead..in my dream!!! projects are lining up to be commissioned, another trip to whatever land...
And yes..as a mother, it's our nature to brag about our children..My Cica is the cutest girl in the whole damned world (right this is a bit too much) okay well she's progressing really well somewhat a little bit out of control, GOD I am so desperate, she knows how to push our buttons by being so stubborn (which Mom said it is "so Intan") and with her password "kalo gitu nanti Cica-nya nangiss deeh" I'm trying to figure out how to mend this stubborness and also to minimize the effect of her knowing that she is so "Oh precious" to her parents and family. Okay one step at a time. I Love her dearly oh and another thing is she is currently going through an oedipus complex where I as her mother seen as the most precious thing in her life ha ha ha ha ha darling Mama feels honored.
Okay Im just gonna write the summary about what have been happening in my life the since beginning of this year specifically the last couple of months:
My hubby has been so caught up with his "bro-calling" new mates whose accidentally (surprised!!) happen to have the same interest in BAJAJ PULSAR and he's been obsessed (not too chronic thank God) to his lovely bike...
Me? Okay apart from having to sign (I think more of a FORCED rather than an offer) this contract paper because I opted to go for Training in Malaysia (GOD that was dead boring-meeting old friends and enjoying glasses of margaritas are much better-training) but the food especially at this fusion resto in the posh mall next to the boulevard mall was kind of super!! is still looking for a job, another one..I dunno I believe that somewhat I am not underpaid...but why do I feel like I am like every single month especially after sending all those lovely money to all the envelopes where they belong shit aye...
Anyhow..need a holiday aye..but not now since we are still struggling with the finance thingy and all the lovely life problems of our lovely big family (OOOHHH THAT IS JUST WONDERFUL..) but we are here smiling our heart out.
but hey with or without holiday..I guess my life has been pretty much cool the best if I count Cica in (without the famous tantrum)..well like Felie and Joey said.."Yes it is not as cool as our life used to be but hey we are standing on our own both damned feet bebeh" and isn't that something to celebrate?
Okay..usually I would say that I had been so tight up at work but okay I am being honest that it's been very cruisy weeks I hope that it will still be cruisy for weeks ahead..in my dream!!! projects are lining up to be commissioned, another trip to whatever land...
And yes..as a mother, it's our nature to brag about our children..My Cica is the cutest girl in the whole damned world (right this is a bit too much) okay well she's progressing really well somewhat a little bit out of control, GOD I am so desperate, she knows how to push our buttons by being so stubborn (which Mom said it is "so Intan") and with her password "kalo gitu nanti Cica-nya nangiss deeh" I'm trying to figure out how to mend this stubborness and also to minimize the effect of her knowing that she is so "Oh precious" to her parents and family. Okay one step at a time. I Love her dearly oh and another thing is she is currently going through an oedipus complex where I as her mother seen as the most precious thing in her life ha ha ha ha ha darling Mama feels honored.
Okay Im just gonna write the summary about what have been happening in my life the since beginning of this year specifically the last couple of months:
My hubby has been so caught up with his "bro-calling" new mates whose accidentally (surprised!!) happen to have the same interest in BAJAJ PULSAR and he's been obsessed (not too chronic thank God) to his lovely bike...
Me? Okay apart from having to sign (I think more of a FORCED rather than an offer) this contract paper because I opted to go for Training in Malaysia (GOD that was dead boring-meeting old friends and enjoying glasses of margaritas are much better-training) but the food especially at this fusion resto in the posh mall next to the boulevard mall was kind of super!! is still looking for a job, another one..I dunno I believe that somewhat I am not underpaid...but why do I feel like I am like every single month especially after sending all those lovely money to all the envelopes where they belong shit aye...
Anyhow..need a holiday aye..but not now since we are still struggling with the finance thingy and all the lovely life problems of our lovely big family (OOOHHH THAT IS JUST WONDERFUL..) but we are here smiling our heart out.
but hey with or without holiday..I guess my life has been pretty much cool the best if I count Cica in (without the famous tantrum)..well like Felie and Joey said.."Yes it is not as cool as our life used to be but hey we are standing on our own both damned feet bebeh" and isn't that something to celebrate?
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
Cica ikut outing kantor mama
Ok..I was gonna write about our new house..yes we have moved into our new little house after these years living with my parents....the complete story is later, I will include some photos of our new house heheheh...
Ok now outing...It's a bit late though because this outing took place about a month ago, but hey..never too late too publish aye...
We went to Marbella. In general it was great...we had our own big room (studio apartment is more like it) the only thing is there were no food for kids...so it was hard for Cica to get decent free food, we had to buy...apart from that she really enjoyed it, We could feelt her excitement especially when she swim and went to the beach, but I guess she was tired after that then she got cranky at dinner time because I had to wake her up while she had only been sleeping about 15 minutes for dinner, so after quick dinner (with again no food for kids..) Yufi took her downstair to watch the clown show from Marbella.
On the way back to Jakarta we stopped over to Pandeglang to visit my dad's grave, coz Ramadhan was coming...I miss him...
Well here are the photos from the outing..
Ok now outing...It's a bit late though because this outing took place about a month ago, but hey..never too late too publish aye...
We went to Marbella. In general it was great...we had our own big room (studio apartment is more like it) the only thing is there were no food for kids...so it was hard for Cica to get decent free food, we had to buy...apart from that she really enjoyed it, We could feelt her excitement especially when she swim and went to the beach, but I guess she was tired after that then she got cranky at dinner time because I had to wake her up while she had only been sleeping about 15 minutes for dinner, so after quick dinner (with again no food for kids..) Yufi took her downstair to watch the clown show from Marbella.
On the way back to Jakarta we stopped over to Pandeglang to visit my dad's grave, coz Ramadhan was coming...I miss him...
Well here are the photos from the outing..
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Gorontalo
Yaak setelah abis merasakan gempa di Padang, terbanglah gw ke Gorontalo dengan naik Lion Air...Ok this is the story..naik Lion air dari Jakarta ke Makassar...well pesawatnya sih bagus lah kan yang baru itu Boeing 737-900 ER tapi kalo ditanya soal kenyamanan...well serasa kayak naik bis...trus soal kebersihan toilet-nya just don't wanna comment on that.
Dari Makassar pindah pesawat..(yes unfortunately Lion Air juga soalnya hanya Lion yang melayani rute Jkt - Gorontalo)...dengan pesawat yang kayaknya sih mungkin seumuran sama gue..yang bikin shock sebenernya wasn't the plane but how the pilot do his job, my GOD I guess he didn't know how to measure the run way so does not really know when to lower the plane in time in order to reach to the runway in time yang ada malah turunnya semena-mena trus kayak ngepot gitu huhuhu dan itu udah tengah malam boo kita nyampe di Gorontalo
Ternyata Gorontalo cukup luas..dan baru aja jadi provinsi (ato gue yang telat tau ya..?)
berhubung lapar tadinya kita mikir pasti ada resto di luar hotel ternyata ngga ada...dari puasa pertama sampe seminggu sesudahnya toko-toko banyak yang tutup apalagi pas siang...merana lah gue dan Matya setelah melaksanakan tugas (GOD why banking people sucks?) gue dan Matya keliling kota Gorontalo dan ke objek wisata, lagi-lagi karena puasa jadi sepi berat gitu....
beli oleh-oleh buat nyokap dan mertua baru deh kita balik ke hotel...
satu yang terkesan dari Gorontalo adalah I guess the people are quite ramah ya..? dan udaranya bersih banget...dan Puasa berasa banget disitu karena tiap dhuhur dan Ashar aja semua orang pergi ke Masjid...
Monday, September 17, 2007
Earthquake in Padang
Yes, another job landed me in Padang again, I was eager to go by means I could go and see Si Iphie despite the fact that I have to spend another 2 days with out of this world client. GOD they are idiots!!.
anyway..after a long day of work and slept through until 10 am in the morning, finally I met Si Iphie the pregnant girl, she was well and I could tell was very happy and I was happy as well especially since she's planning to go back to Jakarta. I met her mother as well who was there with Ibu and Vicky.
The I headed off to the airport, Garuda was delayed...then this thing happened...
the earthquake, later I learnt that it was big 7,9 richter scale...the whole airport was shaking badly...That was the first time I felt really scared and think about Cica and Yufi, my family...
gilaa yaa akhirnya sampe juga keluar ruangan dan lari ke runway dengan susah payah setelah melewati orang-orang yang juga panik kayak gue......
at the end of the day terima kasih ya Allah untuk menyelamatkan saya dari marabahaya.
anyway..after a long day of work and slept through until 10 am in the morning, finally I met Si Iphie the pregnant girl, she was well and I could tell was very happy and I was happy as well especially since she's planning to go back to Jakarta. I met her mother as well who was there with Ibu and Vicky.
The I headed off to the airport, Garuda was delayed...then this thing happened...
the earthquake, later I learnt that it was big 7,9 richter scale...the whole airport was shaking badly...That was the first time I felt really scared and think about Cica and Yufi, my family...
gilaa yaa akhirnya sampe juga keluar ruangan dan lari ke runway dengan susah payah setelah melewati orang-orang yang juga panik kayak gue......
at the end of the day terima kasih ya Allah untuk menyelamatkan saya dari marabahaya.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
My Heart
My Heart - Elizabeth Barret Browning
ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I.
We sit beside the headstone thus,
And wish that name were carved for us.
The moss reprints more tenderly
The hard types of the mason's knife,
As heaven's sweet life renews earth's life
With which we're tired, my heart and I.
II.
You see we're tired, my heart and I.
We dealt with books, we trusted men,
And in our own blood drenched the pen,
As if such colours could not fly.
We walked too straight for fortune's end,
We loved too true to keep a friend ;
At last we're tired, my heart and I.
III.
How tired we feel, my heart and I !
We seem of no use in the world ;
Our fancies hang grey and uncurled
About men's eyes indifferently ;
Our voice which thrilled you so, will let
You sleep; our tears are only wet :
What do we here, my heart and I ?
IV.
So tired, so tired, my heart and I !
It was not thus in that old time
When Ralph sat with me 'neath the lime
To watch the sunset from the sky.
`Dear love, you're looking tired,' he said;
I, smiling at him, shook my head :
'Tis now we're tired, my heart and I.
V.
So tired, so tired, my heart and I !
Though now none takes me on his arm
To fold me close and kiss me warm
Till each quick breath end in a sigh Of happy languor.
Now, alone,We lean upon this graveyard stone,
Uncheered, unkissed, my heart and I.
VI.
Tired out we are, my heart and I.
Suppose the world brought diadems
To tempt us, crusted with loose gems
Of powers and pleasures ? Let it try.
We scarcely care to look at even
A pretty child, or God's blue heaven,
We feel so tired, my heart and I.
VII.
Yet who complains ? My heart and I ?
In this abundant earth no doubt
Is little room for things worn out :
Disdain them, break them, throw them by
And if before the days grew rough
We once were loved, used, -- well enough,
I think, we've fared, my heart and I.
ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I.
We sit beside the headstone thus,
And wish that name were carved for us.
The moss reprints more tenderly
The hard types of the mason's knife,
As heaven's sweet life renews earth's life
With which we're tired, my heart and I.
II.
You see we're tired, my heart and I.
We dealt with books, we trusted men,
And in our own blood drenched the pen,
As if such colours could not fly.
We walked too straight for fortune's end,
We loved too true to keep a friend ;
At last we're tired, my heart and I.
III.
How tired we feel, my heart and I !
We seem of no use in the world ;
Our fancies hang grey and uncurled
About men's eyes indifferently ;
Our voice which thrilled you so, will let
You sleep; our tears are only wet :
What do we here, my heart and I ?
IV.
So tired, so tired, my heart and I !
It was not thus in that old time
When Ralph sat with me 'neath the lime
To watch the sunset from the sky.
`Dear love, you're looking tired,' he said;
I, smiling at him, shook my head :
'Tis now we're tired, my heart and I.
V.
So tired, so tired, my heart and I !
Though now none takes me on his arm
To fold me close and kiss me warm
Till each quick breath end in a sigh Of happy languor.
Now, alone,We lean upon this graveyard stone,
Uncheered, unkissed, my heart and I.
VI.
Tired out we are, my heart and I.
Suppose the world brought diadems
To tempt us, crusted with loose gems
Of powers and pleasures ? Let it try.
We scarcely care to look at even
A pretty child, or God's blue heaven,
We feel so tired, my heart and I.
VII.
Yet who complains ? My heart and I ?
In this abundant earth no doubt
Is little room for things worn out :
Disdain them, break them, throw them by
And if before the days grew rough
We once were loved, used, -- well enough,
I think, we've fared, my heart and I.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
My Dream Bag
Huaaaa keren banget yang tas LV yang Neverfull ini...kayaknya masuk semua benda, moreover emak-emak kayak gue....cuma ngga usah pun ngomongin the "real deal" yang KW super aja bikin gue mikir hehehehehe...tapi gimana dong it is like the "it" bag gitu.....
Kapan yaaaa bisa beli niiih.....
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Jalan Ke Padang
Well yang ini I have to give the credit to my office meski we have love and hate relationship (who isn't by the way..)
Nah setelah dapet kemudahan to 
give advice where should the research be done..akhirnya terpilihlah Kota Padang..selain bla bla ada my best friend juga disitu. she's just moved in 3 months earlier so bagus kaann I could spend time and have a little fun after work.
give advice where should the research be done..akhirnya terpilihlah Kota Padang..selain bla bla ada my best friend juga disitu. she's just moved in 3 months earlier so bagus kaann I could spend time and have a little fun after work.jadilah si Iphie supir gue untuk beberapa hari hehehehehe thank you darling..
it's been 2 and half years since I went there sama Yufi ya..lotsa things has changed tapi yaa setidak-tidaknya ngga serumit dan semacet Jakarta. trus ada satu cafe yang kata si Iphie mayan decent and yes I admit it is pretty decent gue kasih nilai B lah untuk burger-nya karena rasanya emang lumayan enak gue sampe nambah 2 kali heheheh (atau karena lapar yaa..?) dan yang paling oke dari semuanya adalah pemandangannya..meski ngga sebersih di luar negeri sono (sayang banget yaa) tapi it does have a spectacular view especially sunset time..yang ini sempet gue 
nikmati hari pertama dan kedua meski pada hari pertama malemnya ada gempa lumayan heboh..
nikmati hari pertama dan kedua meski pada hari pertama malemnya ada gempa lumayan heboh..oiya yang lagi rame adalah desas desus tentang Sikuai Island, most who have visited the island say it is beautiful..versi murahnya kalo ngga sanggup bayar private boat ke Mentawai...hiksss padahal kemaren sempet ngobrol sama bule-bule yang pergi ke Mentawai, Mentawai is the most beautiful island with beautiful shores and amazing wave in the world tapi what to do guys..it will cost us a fortune to go there...unless your safety issue is not your major problem hehehehe
pinginnya sih mampir ke Bukit Tinggi tapi apa daya waktu dan uang tak cukup hehehe pinginnya next time ke sana lagi sekalian ajak Cica juga...
In overall perjalanan gue kali ini terasa menyenangkan mostly because I could see my best friend there, enjoying the days with myself (sorry baby...bukannya mama egois hehehe)
so till we meet again in Padang...hopefully soon.
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