Sunday, July 28, 2013

How To Save A Life

"How To Save A Life"

Step one – you say, "We need to talk."
He walks, you say, "Sit down. It's just a talk."
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
'Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
Pray to God, he hears you
And I pray to God, he hears you

And where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

How to save a life

How to save a life

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life

How to save a life

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Lost and Found


Find this song in Kak Uchie's Wedding video. It'salso  Grey's Anatomy soundtrack. Looooove!

Sunday, July 14, 2013

The Story of a Pair of Shoe

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
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

What French Women Know



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

I was born in a caul, babe.

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 :

Caul atau cadar (Latin: Caput galeatum)Born in the caul adalah kondisi dimana seorang bayi lahir dengan kondisi selaput ketuban masih utuh menyeliputi kepala dan tubuhnya. Dan kondisi ini sangatlah jarang terjadi. Menurut referensi yang pernah saya baca hanya ada 1 di banding 80,000 kelahiran, bayi yang terlahir dalam kondisi iniNamun referensi lain menyatakan hanya 1 dibanding 1000 kelahiran, karena sebagian besar selaput ketuban robek secara spontan saat proses persalinan.Banyak yang percaya bahwa bayi yang lahir dalam kondisi seperti ini adalah bayi yang istimewa (dan saya pun termasuk orang yang mempercayai ini) dimana merupakan tanda bahwa bayi itu akan mempunyai kemampuan psikis, keberuntungan atau nasib yang khusus. Melalui beberapa penelitian yang dilakukan "jilbab" atau cauls, yang paling sering ditemukan pada bayi perempuan dan perempuan ini cenderung mempunyai psikis yang berbakat dan berbakat istimewa di bidang apapun.


...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

Ramadhan Kareem

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 :)

Monday, July 8, 2013

Limbo



LIMBO means... Just cross-reffing the Macquarie Dictionary  as an alternative phrasing:


  1. a place to which persons or things are regarded as being relegated when cast aside, forgotten, past, or out of date.
  2. prison, jail, or confinement.
  3. -phrase- in limbo, in a situation characterised by uncertainty, as when waiting for a decision to be made.