I’ve been silent these past couple of days, partially because I’ve been trying to listen. Although I’ve been quiet online, I’ve been keeping busy. A lot has happened in the past few months. And yet I feel a vague sense of discomfort. PANAS EUY PANAS KALI SOCMED AKHIR-AKHIR INI!
Regardless of whom you supported at the polls, this year has been exhausting. If you woke up this morning feeling like you desperately need a break, you’re not alone. I’m not politician. I never liked the label for myself. I’d rather think of myself as a learner. Sometimes it’s not clear what exactly needs to be said, or what form it will take, or even whether it will have any impact on the world. I don’t always know how to sculpt the right words or paint what I’m describing. I have no idea whether it will take months or years to tell the story I want to tell. But as long as I feel I have something interesting left to say, I’m going to keep saying it.
Saya bukan Tuhan, yang layak memberi label hitam atau putih. Terlepas dari isu politik belakangan ini pun saya mungkin tak ada kapasitas untuk berbicara karena saya bukan siapa-siapa. Hal yang menjadi fokus saya adalah, betapa orang di dunia maya itu bisa menjadi begitu ‘luwes’ berkomentar lewat jari jemari. Mulai dari penampakan fisik orang lain, keputusan-keputusan yang diambil seseorang, kehidupan seseorang, gosip dan masiiiiih banyak lagi dari hal yang berat sampai yang receh-receh. Continue reading
So many conversations that I have been part of have involved fishing, and in little ways, the rebel in me started to resent it a little. I was unprepared for how choppy the water was and as the boat rocked back and forth with each passing wave, I felt both exhilarated and dizzy.
I didn’t want to add to the count of newbies that venture off for their first trip and spend half the time hurling their breakfast into the sea or hunched in a corner wishing they had stayed on dry land. To ease into it, I shut my eyes and quickly counted numbers out of order because it is hard for the brain to panic while doing so, and that seemed to work perfectly fine in keeping seasickness at bay. Later, Iting explained that another trick was to shut one eye and look out onto the horizon, something to do with the reason pirates stereotypically have an eye patch. You could even take certain medication to help your stomach hold firm. Continue reading
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Do you have those days where you don’t mind cooking but more than anything you just don’t want to clean up the mess? I have them all the time, dishes are never ending around here. So, when there’s an easy recipe out there that requires minimal prep and clean up I’m all over it!
It’s incredibly simple (I think I could make it if I had to), healthy, and of course DELICIOUS! Continue reading
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Hello everyone. How are you? Hope life treat you nice and steady. Almost one month since my last post and once in a while I really miss blogging. Life have been pretty busy for me since I become a housewife.
It seems like all I have been doing lately in the blogging world is making corrections! I miss blogging, I just want to write… This has not been easy. I did it. You can do it. But it wasn’t easy. I have enough experience to write a complete blog post on that, so we won’t go into detail today. I just want to post something …
But, the past few months I have been so empty, so dry, so in need of renewal…
So, I am really hoping to blog like I used to. When I read blogs like so many others, I realize that I want to be like that again. Just some thoughts…
So much to say, yet so little time I have. See you on my next post ( not sure when..hehe).
Happy long weekend. Happy holiday peeps 🙂
Signing off, Heni.
A couple months ago, I challenged myself about making more time for ourselves and the activities we enjoy. I realized how our own happiness is essential if we want to adequately care for our spouse, our homes, our careers, etc. We can’t neglect our own needs, passions, hobbies, and favorite pastimes for too long; otherwise we’ll become tired, grumpy, cynical, and even physically ill.
Can anyone relate?
For examples, we can make more time for ourselves, do more of the things we enjoy, and (as a result) live happier, more fulfilling lives.
Shopping for an afternoon sounds like pure torture, going to a busy restaurant or coffee shop to pay 5 times more for something that I could make in the comfort of my own home just seems like a waste of time and money.
Yes, I realize how insane this might sound to some (many) of you; but the idea of going on a weekend retreat or a coffee date just to “get away” sounds insane to me. What do I want to “get away” from? I LOVE being home!
Why I rarely ever feel the need for traditional forms of “me time” (especially since I got married!)
What I realized is that I actually DO enjoy “me time”… but my “me time” is often spent on everyday tasks that so many others want to get away from. Continue reading
I had never traveled in a train. My first train journey was from Surabaya to Semarang. I was so thrilled and waited eagerly for the day to come. I was expecting it to be one of the memorable days in my life. It was 4th March, 2017. It was a wonderful trip with my husband. Our train was scheduled to depart by 20:00 p.m. As soon as the train came into the platform, the passengers rushed to get into the train. With a little of difficulty we could find our seats and placed our bag. All of us were seated in the same compartment. I was so excited. It was a great experience for me. A thrill of excitement ran through my veins.
I sat by the window and looked at the passing scenery. By the time the train started for Semarang, I was busy observing the scenic beauty of East Java. Numerous roads, huge factories, busy towns and numerous stations. We didn’t realize how quickly time had passed.
Though it was a long, tiring 3,5 hours train journey, but it was really a memorable experience for me. There is romance in train travel—the rhythm of a train moving over the tracks, that rocking movement, the muffled noises of the world outside. There is the deep history of steel laid over prairie grass, bridges built, towns made and destroyed. There are stories of other journeys along the tracks, both dramatic and mundane. Continue reading
Lots of people says recently to never love your company. Don’t love it because it may not love you back and bla bla bla. That kind of sense that I fail to understand. I just can’t get the point why shouldn’t we love the company where we work? How can’t we love the company we work for?
I have so many reasons why we MUST love our company.
For starter, we spend at least 8 hours a day in that place, at least 5 days a week. How does it feel to spend that much amount of time in a place that you hate? It must feel like hell!
Second, we earn a living from the job provided by our company. Don’t you feel like dating or marrying a guy just for his money with no love included?
And the most important thing is that we learn and we grow during our tenures in our companies. I don’t know if it’s you, but to me, the companies I’ve worked has really made me who I am today. The ups and downs has made me wiser, the experiences has made me skillful, and the chances I’ve got has discovered the competence that I never thought I had in me. How can’t I love something that has given all of that good things into my life? Continue reading
I can remember every moment of the day I first started wearing hijab . I can remember waking up early because I couldn’t contain the excitement I felt. I can remember the exact shade of my hijab fabric, and the way it felt tighter than I had expected. I can remember my husband’s smile, and the length of my parent’s hug. I can remember the way my husband asked me one last time if I was sure this was what I wanted. I can remember the conviction of my answer. And, of course, I can also remember the fear.
I always want to do it. Since many many years ago, I already have that feelings. But being a sport-lover, there are always millions and thousands excuses and reasons to block my intention to wear hijab. But deep inside my heart, I want to do it! Continue reading
One of my favorite ever things is stationery. I like buying it, I like looking at it, I like arranging it nicely on my desk and taking pictures of it.
Pens, pencils, and papers- will I ever get enough?
It’s been a few years since I was at university so I don’t have a reason to buy stationery at this time of the year. However, I still love stationery and keep buying it anyway. For some reason, I love collecting notebooks even though most of them are left empty and unwritten. Some products are quite pricey but if you catch them on sale, they’re fairly reasonable.
I am a stationery addict because… Continue reading
Just like most of us, I love writing with my heart and soul. But it seems to be getting harder for me to keep myself in the writing flow as I get older. I was that kid that wrote notebooks and notebooks full of stories about fictional characters. It was my favorite thing to do.
Nowadays, I lose my inspiration and writing flow more easily. It’s one of the reasons I decided to blog. If I don’t write I get stuck. I start asking myself stupid questions like ‘Is my writing good enough?’ and ‘Is this subject I want to write about interesting enough?’ While in real life, the fear of failing at ‘being a good writer’ shouldn’t matter, or at least should not hold me back. Continue reading