"How To Save A Life"
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Just realised that I often took my feet's picture everywhere I'm on a trip. Different place needs different shoe, indeed.
Istana Pagaruyuang, West Sumatra, August 2012
Istana Pagaruyuang, West Sumatra, August 2012
It's GOSH flat shoes that I bought with my own money from internship. It has the most fav color combination: black, pale pink, and a bit of faded-pink
Gauang, West Sumatera, August 2012
It's Bellagio loafer that i love so much because of its neutral colour.
Batu Malin Kundang Area, West Sumatera, August 2012
That GOSH again... same trip different day.
Kuta, Bali, March 2013
Bellagio studded shoes, i remember that day me and my family took a walk all along the Legian beach.
Bromo, East Java, May 2013
Went for a short holiday with bests, it's reebok running shoe.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Finished reading this book. Okay so let's say this: I Looooove the content. Period.
Synopsis of this book is:
It's not the shoes, the scarves, or the lipstick that gives French women their allure. It's this: French women don't give a damn. They don't expect men to understand them. They don't care about being liked or being like everyone else. They accept the passage of time; celebrate the immediacy of pleasure; embrace ambiguity and imperfection; and prefer having a life to making a living.
Okay, so here's why i love this book (and you should love it too, girls!)
- It's a Los Angeles Times bestseller.
- The colour of the cover is really my type: black, grey, and pale pink. (yay!)
- Who doesn't love brocade and luxurious European-like design?
- In the end, the author Debra Olliver, presents a refreshing counterpoint to the tired love dogma of our times, offers realistics, liberating alternatives from the land that knows how to love- ay ay!
So, go read one and think like a French woman! Happy reading!
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
My family's eternal joke that often said towards me is: 'Dasar bayi bungkus!'
Wanna know the story behind it?
I was born on November 18th, 1990. My mother was alone when she delivered me because my father, who had been waiting all night long, went home for a sec. When she was giving birth to me, the doctor said 'Waduh, bayinya masih kebungkus' and because she's in pain and couldn't do anything, she didn't really pay attention to it. My mom doesn't know that it was a special case until she told me and i googled it.
So, baby who is born 'terbungkus' is called Intact sac phenomenon or born in caul.
Quoting some infos from here :
...and thats how the story goes, everytime i get blown by some lucks, my family will always say: 'Dasar bayi bungkus!' :))
P.S: It's just for fun y'all know... don't take it (too) seriously :p
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Believers, fasting has been made mandatory for you as it was made mandatory for the people before you, so that you may have fear of God.
Al Baqarah: 183
It's Ramadhan again, yeay! It reminds me of last year's Ramadhan, first time ever doing fasting far away from home. Still remember my first sahoor when I took internship at Permata Hijau, Jakarta...
Time flies so fast.
On this episode of Ramadhan, Alhamdulillah my first suhoor and breakfast was done at home. My family starts the 1 Ramadhan on July 9th, just like Muhammadiyah does, while most of people do it on July 10th. But it's no probss, differences will always arise. The most important thing is the intention and aim inside our heart :)
Ramadhan, fasting, Iedul Fithr, have always been identical with togetherness.
Having suhoor , break fasting, and doing taraweh prayer together. I always love the ambience of Ramadhan month which is really really good and always makes me want to feel it again. When I was a young kid, though I still do the 'bedug' fasting, me and my friends used to wait for Maghrib by playing gobag sodor! hahaha
Then I grow older. Since I used to be surrounded by -/+ 10 people at home, it's kinda odd after my sisters got married, some of them went out of town for their study and there's (just) seven people remaining. Then I grow older again, and I became more often to go outside for having breakfasting with some friends.
When I was in elementary school: Once bukber at school, once bukber at pesantren kilat.
When I was in college: Once bukber with elementary friends, once bukber with Junior high school friends, once with senior high school friends, college friends, FFC, etc etc.
And the most fantastic record of no-having-breakfasting-at-home ever was last year haha yess because that was within the intern program. Not even a single day. Ha!
But I felt blessed back then, even though I was separated by some kilometres away from home, I still had been surrounded by lovely people. In my office, it was only five moslems who did the fasting. But their tolerance and understanding towards differences deserves two thumbs up! First day of Ramadhan, Sheilla and Liu reminded me to buy some meal for suhoor. And when the Maghrib time came, Koko and Cici there reminded me to order some meals to the OB or sometimes they even accompanied me for having some meals outside the office. Alhamdulillah.
And here we go again, Ramadhan again... At home, safe and soundly with my parents. Several months ahead, they have to be ready to freed me to the real jungle, outside the town. Far away from them, move on from comfort zone, be 'KOKOH' and challenge the life *aih. Often suggest myself to 'cherish every moment' and yes... now I don't have to think about those complicated and uncertain things that could lead me to the paranoia and panic attack, I just have to enjoy this moment, this Ramadhan... Fokus beribadah. Banyak berdoa karena In Sha Allah ijabah. Dan memperbanyak amalan sunnah.
Ramadhan kareem, dear friends... Minal Aidzin wal faidzin, Mohon maaf lahir dan bathin. Semoga puasanya berkah :)
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