Folding t-shirt

Wanna know how to fold t-shirt in split seconds?

Watch this interesting video!

It's in Japanese but can be understood by watching how they do it. Very helpful for a lazy type person like me heheheheh (^.^)v

Diet Hoop

Though now my body weight is already close to my before-pregnancy one (0.5 kgs left to reduce), I still have my stomach and some other parts of my body fatty. I mean, really a lousy fatty type. Perhaps if you pinched my stomach, you could grab 5 cms fatty skin easily. I really do not look good in my favourite XS size t-shirts anymore now! (_ _o)

That's why when accidently Hiro found this diet hoop, I got motivated to force myself having some exercise.

This hula hoop has magnetic button along its inside part. The package is in Korean so I don't understand, but I assumed this magnetic things have something to do with reducing tummy fat as well as waist shaping faster than the normal hula hoop.

Well, in fact, I found that it's not an easy sport after all. So wish me luck with this new toy! (though now I got lots bruises on my hips since the hoop keeps hitting my bone!)

Personality

Found this from Vanie's blog.



Uhmmmm......I'm still sangunist dominant hahahaha.

Try the test, and learn your personality (^__^)

The growing hope (^_^)

I love Indonesian spicy food, and Hiro loves Italian peperontini. We need chilli that can't be found in Korea. Trust me, though Korean food are almost all hot, the taste is somewhat different. As a chilli lover, I can feel the difference.

Last November I still had my Indonesian chilli left, and Hiro just got peperontini sent from Italy, so we planted them in our house. But none grew up. We watered them everyday, for nothing. Until then we got bored waiting. Thus there were two green pots we almost forgot in our house. As well as having chilli trees.

Last two weeks by accident we saw mini tomatoes trees sold in a supermarket. We remembered that we have two empty pots in our house so we bought two trees. Then we enjoy these new "toys". Watering them everyday, and checking their development.

But....
Look at what we found growing up together with our tomato trees!!



Small chilli trees are suddenly popping up!!!!!

The hope of having chilli trees is growing up again \(^o^)/


........but whose chilli trees are they? mine or Hiro's? [curious mode: ON]

Falling hair

It's my hair's picture. Lots are falling down recently. I mean, really a LOT.

At first I was wondering....am I stressed? Back in high school I got the same experience when i got stressed of exam. But am not. I life my life to the fullest here. So why the hell are they falling down?! Some parts of my skin head are now uncovered. And am pretty sure the possibility of being bald is BIG enough. Ughhhhh

Hiro, who was so much influenced by ER (Emergency Room) once freaked me out. Cancer!! It's sign of cancer!! You got cancer!! Cancer!! Cancer!! (He just watched the scene when Dr. Green died of cancer hahaha)

Then we googled for information just to find out that this thing always happens to a woman, 6 months - 1 year after delivering a baby. Yeah Right!!!! so this postpartum delivery stuffs haven't finished yet?!?! huuu huuuu huuuuu *sigh*

Meanwhile.....
Iki is also losing his hair now. Some information said that it is because of hormon. During his 6 months old until 1 year old, a baby's hair will fall down. Thus new hair will grow, sometimes are completely different with the first one.

In Indonesia, parents shave the baby's head bald on his first month old. They believe that by shaving bald a baby's hair, beautiful dark and thick hair will grow.

Relating the new information I got about baby's hair and Indonesian's belief; now I assume that every baby will have new hair. Either shaved or not. Because eventually the first hair will fall down anyway, replaced later on by the new one. Indonesian's belief just make the process faster!! Kind of shortcut gitu lohhhhh.

About beautiful black and thick hair that comes after shaving.....I think it's just a belief. Hair is genetically inherited. So if a baby's genetical line doesn't have the DNA, just forget about black and thick hair!

Am I right? (^__-)

*Iki and mama will be bald together....?*

Homesick

Don't get me wrong!
It's not that I terribly miss my home that I wanna go there. Nope. Not at all.
I just miss the food in my house. Somewhat after I read several recipe websites about Indonesian food. [drooling mode: ON]
Hmmmm so perhaps this blog's title should be "home-made food-sick"?! (^__^)

Because today Hiro is drinking with his colleages, I found that tonight is the best time to cook dinner that reminds me of my home. And anyway, Manadonese food is famous with its hot and spicy taste. Hiro won't even think to try it hehehehe.

I found my mom's Babi rica-rica recipe in my inbox. Babi means pork, and rica-rica means chilli sauce. My favourite. My mom always makes it everytime I go back home.

Got headache at the beginning since the there were no complete ingredients available in my house. But I didn't give up coz I drooled too much already. So I checked my refrigerator and decided to try to cook it anyhow.

I substituted tomato with bottled lime juice for sour taste. I substituted kemangi leaves with laurel leaves. I substituted Indonesian chilli with bottled Thailand chilli and Korean big chilli. Daun bawang with negi, and bawang merah with bawang bombay (big onion). And no lemongrass-alike thing here so I just skipped it. I wondered what kind of food would it turn out, but.....IT WORKED!!! click here for the recipe.

Not perfect! thanks God I'm not a freak perfectionist person. But the taste is strong enough to bring me back home. Soooo damn hot. And paired with a can of cold beer, I did feel at home (^____^)



Satisfied? yes....but now I'm in danger of stomachache!!!! well....9 chillies!!

Spring has come

Spring has come!! Spring has come!!! [happy mode: ON]
Bye bye cold weather, bye bye strong wind, bye bye thick heavy jacket!!!. Hello sunshine!! hello colorful flowers!! and hello sakura!!!!



Yep! Finally I can see Sakura. Not in Japan, where it originally comes from. But here, in Incheon. Just a short walk away from my apartment building. Really really are beautiful. Those brownish branches-only trees along my apartment street suddenly became one amazing view I've ever seen here.


APT building

Those white-pinkies flowers are as beautiful as they're seen at night. I feel so damn happy to be able to see them, after what happened last year hahaha. I have this unexplainable feeling everytime I see them.


Sakura at night

Well....since I went with Iki this afternoon to watch Sakura, I can't have a good shot of myself. I hope this weekend they would still be as pretty as they're now!

Japanese children song

Iki is getting bigger now. His consiousness towards his surroundings is increasing. He begins to explore and understand things. Watching his development is such an amazing experience.

As the parents, we are now thinking more about the best way to educate him.
Iki is a product of international marriage who is raised in a multilingual environment. A father who speaks Japanese, a mother who speaks Indonesian, both communicating in English, and lives in Korea. We decided that his first bilingual languages would be Japanese and English due to some reasons (he could learn Indonesian later on). Research shown that three languages at a time can cause a stress to baby.

Iki likes to listen to music, so playing songs is one way to introduce him to his first languages. So our iTunes is now playing English and Japanese children songs. Even we install an ipod with speaker in the bathroom because Iki likes to bath with music. From the sources I've read and the knowledge I'd learnt, I knew that a baby could understand languages quickly and pick one that he thinks is the easiest for him to be his first language.

Well, it doesn't matter for me if his first language is japanese since he is a Japanese. But I do want him to master his second language (in this matter, English) as well as his first one. Therefore lately pronunciation matter disturbs my mind.

You know that Japanese has limited ability to pronounce some English alphabets, therefore they have this "katakana" system to make them easier in importing foreign words. Shortly, they adjust foreign words so that they can read them easily based on their reading system. And for me this sytem caused them having this pronunciation problem.
Let's see these examples:
Hamburger ==> ham ba- ga-
Mc Donald ==> maku donarudo
sprite ==> supuraito
speaker ==> supi- ka
lunch ==> ranchi

It's scary if my son was so much influenced with this pronunciation tendency!! yet the children songs played in my house start introducing him to such error. Imagine!!! this error is introduced to Japanese since they're kids! Some song lyrics disturb my ears now hahahaha!! watch some few examples:
mixed juice ==> mikusu ju-su
pocket ==> poketo

and you guys know the song: do re mi?
In english the lyrics is like this:

do a deer, a female deer
ray, a drop of golden sun...
etc etc

in Japanese they make it like this:
do wa DOnuts no do
re wa REmon no re......
etc etc

REMON!!! it took me a while to understand that it should be "LEMON" hahahaha

well well well....

I do not hope Iki will say: "I'm starving mama. Please buy me HAMBA-GA"
or
"I love Spongebob Squarepants. I watch it every morning on TEREBI"

[pusing mode: ON]

So long dear friend....

Pei went back to Indonesia already. 10 days flew by so quickly. I couldn't bear sending her to the bus stop to airport this morning, so Hiro did it instead. Her being here was more than just a visit from a friend to me. She is more than a friend, even more than a family. No one knows me better than her. Not even Hiro yet ;-)


with pei

I did really enjoy our time here. I was so happy to be able to show my son to her, after all the things she's done to us since I knew I was pregnant. I already missed talking with her, about all the gossips, what had happened to our lives, and wondering together how the future would be. Seeing her hugging Iki, playing and talking to Iki. Walking around. Taking photos. Not to mention her big help during her stay here. Also the cooking and eating together. Now I just realised how sucks it is eating alone here!!!

It really broke my heart to know that she couldn't manage to spent Iki's 100 days celebration with us, especially the family photo.
Pity also that we haven't done lots of things we have planned: eating solontang and fire chicken, go to Full house setting, trying Korean's colorful coffee house, cooking some delicious menu together (the ingredients are even still on the way here!!). But I am so happy that she got a good job with promising future. I really am. I do wish the best for her career and love life. I know that someday in the future we will be able to meet again. Because I know we want it.

Look how happy we were spending time last Sunday though we were wearing the wrong costume (though sunny, it was extremely cold with wind speed56 mph!)


dae jang geum

We went to Dae Jang Geum theme park. This Korean drama is now popular in Indonesia. I haven't watched it myself though. I saw it on TV, but no english subtitle here. I understand no words. Pei will send me the DVD instead hahaha.
At last after 4 months coming to Korea, I visited tourism place and acted as tourist (of course the photo part!)


bibimba

Hungry after discovering the theme park, we had lunch at a Korean instant food stall just outside the theme park area. The bibimba was nice, and the owner was also nice (and handsome according to Pei) ==> she bought 2 take out korean instant food because of that!


pei at seoul tower

Then we went to Dongdaemun, but the market there was so dirty and the cold wind was not friendly either. We left that place soon to Myeongdong, and then looked for some souvenirs at Nandaemun. Spent a moment at Seoul tower and then rushed back to Incheon because I heard Iki cried loudly on the phone hahaha

Well, I enjoyed her companion. I always did. Really thanks to Hiro for inviting her here. I can't describe the feeling with words.

Missing you already, Pei....wish the best for the job, and looking forward to meeting you again!

Surprise

He was bit late after work today. No wonder...he got some flower for me heheheh

Second flower for this year. Thanks dear!

Birthday gift

Yesterday afternoon I got a package from Japan. I sms-ed Hiro right away asking if it is ok for me to open it since I thought the content were child care book and kitchen utensils as written on top of it. But Hiro's answer stopped me. He said that there's my birthday present inside it so it's up to me when to open it.

Hohoho...I was happy. I talked to Iki that the day before papa said that he didn't prepare anything. Indeed he ordered something from Japan. We smiled together, waiting forward for him to go back home.

So look what I got as birthday present!




Pretty right....? But I misunderstood. It was not from Hiro hahahahaha (_ _!). It's from my parents' in law!!

Olala Hiro hiro...what a surprise hahahah!!! [cegek mode: ON]

I K I - chan

Dedicated for my boy:

I K I - chan

ha te te pe : iki-chan /dot/ blogspot /dot/ com

Injection

I hate injection. I always shivers imagining the long sharp scary needle stabbed into my skin. I am also scared to see other people got injected, including MY BABY!

And I must assist IKI for lots of immunizations (T_T)

Like this morning when IKI got hepatitis B injection.....
I tried to be strong when I left home.
I was still strong when I put him on the "operation" bed, undressed him and woke him up.
I was still trying to be strong when the nurse came with the needle, opened the cap and looked for the best spot on IKI' right thigh.
I even talked to IKI that he's going to be fine. That the injection will only last for 1 second. That it would feel like an ant bite only....(huuu huuu mother always has to whisper good supportive words, rite?)

And when the nurse stabbed the needle into his thigh, I heard a loud scream. Everybody was surprised, including IKI.

Then I realised, Shit....it was my voice!

Oooppsss [malu mode: ON]

Trauma

Do you have this sick called trauma?

Well, I do have one...
More painful than giving birth,
flushes away my confidence
tears my heart into pieces,
again and again once reminded.
No matter how hard I tried to forget

But I guess I have to fight this alone
No one can help to cure
Only me
By myself,
Alone...

Sad oh, so sad...
I don't know how to

I'm just scared.

(^_____^)

Look look look...!!!




I got a flower!!!

My first flower ......... (^_______^) [senyum2 terus sambil ngeliat bunga di meja makan]

Giving Birth

Some friends were asking me of how the giving birth process was. Painful or not. Scary or not. Easy or not.

So....here I will write the details of giving birth process hihihihi. Hope could be informative enough and answer all your questions.

WARNING: Not rated!!! some content might be too VULGAR. Not for children under 17 years old.

Giving birth process is initialized with the continuous contraction. I read many books and information in internet about this. That there are two kinds of contraction. First is the fake contraction or also known as Braxton Hicks contraction, and second is the real contraction. The first contraction is not so painful, and if your change your sleep or sitting position, it will be reduced and gone. Meanwhile the real contraction is SO DAMN painful. It won't go by changing your position, and comes continuously in certain period of time.

I think I got the contraction on the last two days before giving birth. It came continuously, but I still could handle it. I still thought that it was the fake contraction since my due date was still about more than a month ahead. So I refused Hiro's suggestion to go to hospital. I didn't want to look stupid going to hospital TOO early. I would have my regular check up schedule on Saturday (31 Dec), so I thought I would just tell the doctor about my contractions.

9:30 am
Therefore as planned, I went for my regular check up that Saturday morning with Hiro. There I told my doctor that I got regular contraction on the past two days, but not the hard one. Then he checked my stomach, said that my baby was not gaining weight for the past 1 month control. Then when I told him that the day before I found blood stain, he looked surprised and checked my vagina. Ouuuch....it was a hell of pain. ALREADY OPENING 3, and I MUST GO TO DELIVERY SECTION AT 3rd FLOOR RIGHT AWAY.

OH MY GOD. We were not prepared at all!!! I turned pale and so did Hiro, but we just followed the nurse.

At the delivery section...

One nurse lead me to one of the small rooms there. The room was 2x3 metres size with one bed and one USG equipment for external monitoring. The nurse asked me to change my cloth into a pink operation cloth and lay down on the bed. She put kind of belt on my stomach, connected to the equipment to monitor the baby's heart beat and to detect contraction strength and length. Then the doctor came, checked again my vagina, made me screamed till crying. Still opening 3 cm. I could hardly stand up. The nurse brought me to a cozy room with some sofas and equipments to relax from contractions. Hiro joined me in a second, and both of us stayed in that room waiting for the next openings.

2:oo pm
The nurse picked me up at the waiting room. She is actually pretty, but seeing her coming and remembered the pain I would get if I follow her made me sick of her. Again she brought me into the small room and checked the opening. Still opening 3 cms. DOH...Iki...Iki....why it took so long?!
But then doctor came and talked to her. Ah ya!! FYI, they all speak Korean that I didn't understand at all what they said. So mostly between my pains, we communicated using body language hihihi. Interesting experience, huh? my-already-weakened-brain must work hard trying to understand the body language.
Anyway, then the nurse came back to me with kind of tool. She asked me to open my legs again. Arrghh AGAIN?! But this time she put kind of basin under my body. I got bad feeling already. Uh Oh...what the hell was she going to do?!
She put the knife-looks tool into my vagina and then suddenly bunch of water came out. My amnion water!! Which means, the baby must be pushed out within hours.

She brought me again into the waiting room, and then checked my opening every 30 minutes, while sometimes checked the baby's heart beat. The contractions were getting more and more painful. It's like the pain you got when having menstrual period, but 10 times harder. When the contraction came, I had to arrange my breath like what I learnt at my yoga class, and hiro massaged my back to reduce the pain, meanwhile the nurse guided me to keep the rhythm of my breath.

4:00 pm
Still opening 4 cms. I felt like losing my power already. The other pregnant women in the waiting room were screaming and crying during contractions. What a tensed situation. I couldn't scream or cry. I thought I must keep my energy inside the delivery room.
This time the doctor didn't look patient anymore looking at my progress. I could feel from his voice tone though I didn't know exactly what he said. So the nurse started the painful process.......

She asked me to lay down on the bed with opened legs, and gave me a piece of paper. Among my dizziness I tried to understand what's written there. Doctor's handwriting. Instruction that when the contraction came, I must started twice taking-and-releasing breath, then took one deep breath, pulled the handle beside my bed, pushed my heel and my anus strongly for about 40 minutes. Well, actually his english was quite confusing, so I almost laughed reading the paper. Huahahahaha can you imagine?? I will give birth to my baby using a piece of broken English instruction?!
But I learnt new vocabularies accidently during this time, because accidently I did the wrong thing. Like I "stopped" when she said "to" - meanwhile "to" in Korean means "more" hahaha

But my laugh was gone as soon as the pain came. This process was really painful. I really started to push the baby out with the nurse's fingers inside my vagina. Ewwwwwww....now writing this, I can still remember the pain and feel her fingers around my baby's head to open the vagina more. GOD...is this the process every delivering woman must pass?! Here I started to cry, I remembered my mom right away and imagined the three kids she had delivered.

If she thought I needed a break, she brought me again to the waiting room and there Hiro was helping to release the pain with the massage on my back.

5:oo pm
The nurse brought me again to the small room to check the opening. It was opening 8. When it reached opening 9, she told me that she could see the baby's head already. Though I felt so weak, my crazy mind felt like I wanted to touch the baby's head when he's still hanging on my vagina. Of course the nurse was angry when I was about to do it. I just grinned to her hehehe

5:30 pm
She brought me into the delivery room. I had to sit on the delivery table I used to saw in the movies or read in books. It was exactly 5:30 pm when the nurse said that it's opening 10 already. I must started to push much stronger this time. It was SOOOOO DAMN painful. I felt like I couldn't continue anymore. I couldn't bear the pain, and I lost my power already. All the nurses in the room were panic. One was checking the baby's heartbeat, one was keep pushing me to try more, one tried to translate with her poor english. But all I felt was just pain and pain and pain.

5:45 pm
One nurse yelled to the doctor. The door opened, one nurse came in a rush, with Hiro following behind her. WHAT?!?!?! I thought he told me that he's scared to go inside delivery room?!?!

It was really a power for me. Then everything happened so fast. I tried my best to push and push and push. I forgot the pain. All I wanted was to let this baby out of my body as soon as possible. Hiro was beside me. Actually I couldn't really hear what he said anymore. He was just a blur image talking to my right ear. But then I paused. I saw the doctor holding a big scissor. What the hell?! And before I could think more, "KREK KREK KREK". He cut something down there. OMG. I could feel the scissor cutting my skin. It made me shocked that I made one very strong push and BYORRRRRR!!!!!

It was the only sound I could hear, and then two nurses was holding me so that I stopped pushing and relaxed.

5:55 pm
IKI was born.
Hiro cut the placenta (I saw the doctor handed him the same scissor he used to cut me!!). I heard a loud cry and saw a red cute baby. I thought I would see an alien-looks creature, but he was soooo cute (^__^). The nurse brought him and Hiro out of the room and left me there.

I thought everything was over.....
Yet the doctor then sew the wound he made by the scissor previously. I could feel nothing because of the anesthesia. Then he tried to pull out the placenta from my wound. BUT COULDN'T!!!!! Seemed like the placenta was too big.
Huaaaaaaaa....so he cut me again, pull out the placenta, and started sewing again. I thought it would be OK.....but seemed like the anesthesia was already finished. So this time I was in a great pain. I still can feel the needle now. Ewwwwwwwww


Iki when he was just born

So dear friends......this is my story of giving birth. It was painful, but it was a wonderful experience you should try in the future (^_____^)

New Year Gift

Well ehm, gotta say goodbye to 2005. Lots of things happened that changed my life upside down. I was thinking to close 2005 with something simple and nice yet unforgetable. This would be the brand new year to be spent with Hiro.

And so we made plan.....
That I would prepare Japanese new year's must-be-eaten food; and I would make cheese cake as my new year gift for Hiro (after the so-called failed christmas gift hehe). I bought all the ingredients needed already. Just waited for Saturday to start preparing all.

But then.....
Something happened.
I could never prepare new year food for welcoming 2006. I could never bake cheese cake to be given as new year gift for Hiro.

Unexpectedly we spent saturday (that was supposed to be preparation day for new year) in the hospital.

BUT WE GOT BEST NEW YEAR GIFT EVER:
Tadaaaaaaaaa




Dear friends....

Let me introduce you to IKI.
Born on 31 December 2005 at 5:55 pm
Prematur, 1.9 kgs and 43 cms yet surprisingly healthy

Christmas Gifts

Look....look....my christmas gift from Hiro!!! [show off mode: ON]



I got Ken Hirai's special edition 10th year single album collection ('95-'05) with DVD bonus. It's public secret that I love Ken Hirai. His soft sexy voice, plus his muscular body, tough jaw, soft eyes, sexy dimples and smiles. Ehm...remember my HP's ringtone when I was in Indonesia? I remember some of you guys hated it...tick tack, tick tack....

Well, this Christmas present supposed to be a surprise gift tonight, but Hiro was not careful enough to hide it from me hahahaha. I found it last week, so sadly he just handed it to me. Sorry dear, to ruin your surprise gift. But I did fel very happy with the present. Ken Hirai is sooo damn handsome hehehe.

Therefore today I planned to made christmas cake as a present for Hiro. You know I'm not good in baking -ehm, I ruined my Kue Sus last time- but I wanted to try again. I couldn't give anything to him, so perhaps this cake (made by my love) could be a nice simple gift from me (^__^).

As a beginner, I wanted to make strawberry sponge cake. From my recipe book, it looked tempted and easy. And so did I try.

I had no electric mixer or whisk, so I had to beat the eggs and sugar manually. I took me 3 hours beating to get the similar batter as shown by the pictures in my recipe book. I almost cried and gave up, but because sometimes Hiro helped, I was encouraged to continue beating. Hmmm...you have no idea how painful my right hand was.

BUT THEN!!!! After baking it in the oven for 10 minutes (as written in the book), all I got was the black-overcooked-BANTAT-cake. DAMN DAMN DAMN. My heart sank. I fell on my knees in front of the oven, staring at the failed cake desperately, CRYING. The tears just fell down unexpectedly. It's supposed to be a christmas gift for Hiro. He might be glad with a bit too sweet or not beautifully decorated cake, but this one was definitely a CRAP. I was so dissapointed. Not only because I don't have another gift for Hiro, but also for the 3 hours beating!!! HUAAAAAA



Hiro laughed seeing me crying in front of the oven. And maybe because he understood my dissapointment, he told me to change my cloth and to go shopping together.

It was then how I got my second christmas gift. Electric mixer or whisk. Completed with hand blender and electric chopper hehehehe.

How I LOOOVEEEEE Hiro!!!!!!!

Merry Christmas, everybody...............!!!! (^_-)

Beautipul

One thing I like being in Korea is that most of people I met said "Oh...you are very beautipul" (Korean can't pronounce "f") hihihihi

In the bank, in the taxi, in my yoga class for instance

(^_______^) [narcist mode: ON]

Christmas Tree

December.....

Time where Christmas decoration can be found at almost every corner of the street here. The colorful lights on the trees can bring a kind of warm feeling during this breezing winter.

This december is different for me. This would be the first Christmas spent with Hiro. This would be the first Christmas of me being a wife, perhaps also the only Christmas with huge stomach in which an-always-moving-baby exists. This would also be the first Christmas for me away from my own country. Well...I'd lived separatedly with my family for 8 years that i thought this won't make any difference. But still I feel the difference.

No familiar gift exchanges here. No familiar rush to the Church. No familar warm hand shakings. No familiar shopping-for-christmas aura. At least in my house.

But one different thing this year, I have this big Chrismas tree from Hiro. At least I can feel that I'm one of those who are actually celebrating Christmas. After decorating tiny CDU's christmas tree for 3 years, at least now I have my own tree hehehehe.




I doubt if I will go to church this year -Forgive me, God-, but I will celebrate this holy day with my own way. Well, not going to the church doesn't always mean not believe in God rite? He...he...he.... (^__^)

My first winter

During my childhood, through televisions, story books and pictures, winter in my mind was equal with the white world. Where beautiful snow covered the houses and trees and cars and roads thickly. Where people with thick jacket walking happily with their smoked breath. Where snowman statues and christmas decorations could be found almost everywhere. Where there's nothing but happiness you can see and feel.

I knew that it must be cold. But since I lived in the hot-the-whole-year Indonesia, I'd love to experienced cold white winter. I'd love to try making snowman. I'd love to play with snow balls. I'd love to be under the beautiful snow shower. And I'd love to step my small feet and running along snowy roads. All I imagined was happiness in the white world.

Yet now I really am living in a country with its famous cold winter. All my childhood imagination were all gone now. I saw snow shower and experienced living in this white snowy place, but this is not as what I imagined hahahahahaha



It is beautiful. Look at the photo taken from our apartment. I wanted badly to run downstair after taking the photo, doing all the things I'd imagined during my childhood. But once the elevator door opened, I was shocked. IT WAS SO DAMN COLD. I can hardly move or breath. First because of my too thick clothes that stiffed my body, and second because of the cold air was like a sharp knife to my skin.

Then once I walked onto the snowy road, I almost fell down. It was really slippery!!! Well, I had to hold Hiro really tight because several times I got slipped. If I fell down.....it would be really dangerous. Not for me-because I fell down a lot in my life- but for my son. This surprisingly slippery snow changed my mind of beautiful snow, and made me extra carefull to walk alone.

And today.....the beautiful of the snow was gone. Wet slippery roads with dirty snow were all left. The city looked very dirty today because of that, and not to mention the cold air. I felt suffering walking with my shopping stuffs this afternoon. I was like a walking ball with my ready-for-a-war-with-cold clothing meanwhile those Koreans were only wearing 1 pieces of jackets. I can't believe it. Are they skins so thick that can protect them from cold?!?! (Jadi mbayangin kulitnya badak hihihi)

Anyway, here's my first winter. It's only December now...I can't imagine how cold would it be on January brrrrrrrr

Eating alive octopus

As usual, Hiro and I usually have dinner outside on weekends, which could be either Saturday or Sunday. He introduces me to delicious yet sometimes weird Korean food. Well, being in Korea does also mean that I have to try Korean food, rite?!

So last Saturday after going back from Gangnam, we looked for restaurant nearby our apartment that sells octopus. The previous two weeks we had a really nice octopus soup so I'd like to eat the same food again. We were too exhausted to think of trying new food as well as too scared of getting new weird taste.

First restaurant we entered sold the octopus soup for 50,000 won, which is damn expensive because the previous octopus soup we had was only 15,000 won. So we just got out of that restaurant quickly and looked for other restaurant. The restaurant we knew was closed that night, so we felt lucky enough to get 20,000 won octopus at this other restaurant. With his limited Korean, Hiro explained what we wanted to the waitress, and then we just waited for the food coming doing some chit-chat.

Then the food came. It was not Octopus soup like what we expected!!! apparently there was misunderstanding, and we just knew no words of how to explain it. Instead of hot octopus soup served, we got a plate of alive baby octopus. Though finely cut, still alive and moving!!!! Some body parts even tried to run away from the plate. Well, follow this link to see the still-moving-octopus and you will understand how I felt!

I was so shocked. What a poor baby octopus!!......I couldn't imagine of eating it!! I could feel its desperate defense when I tried to take it by chopsticks. It moved panicly in my spoon, and I could feel the so called tentakels sticked on my tongue and throat, as if trying to prevent itself of getting drown into my stomach. I almost vomitted, and was sure I wouldn't manage to eat the second one. Come on....!! that thing was still alive! I even still saw it in the aquarium in front of the restaurant just before we entered. Was so small and cute. I didn't have such a cruel heart to eat more!
So Hiro saved me by asking the waiter -of course using body language as well- to put some moving octopus into boiled water. Phew...

And the poor octopus suddenly became so delicious in a clear soup hahahahaha

The previous octopus soup

Fried Fingers

Accidents unexpectedly happen, dear friends....and so did to me again today.

As you read the title, perhaps you could guess when could it be. Yep. During cooking.
Our menu tonight was Japanese koloke. Differ to the koloke we are familiar with in Indonesia, Japanese koloke is like a croquette. More about this koloke thing can be read at kitchenku, but anyway the accident happened basically because I made too big koloke.

The koloke should be fried in middle temperature, that is about 170-180 Celcius degree. So we fried the first giant koloke in the right temperature. Then we decided to make the rest of koloke smaller, so I had to re-shape the other koloke before got fried. I got too concentrating in making new ones that I didn't make the fire smaller nor turned the stove off. When the koloke ready, I put it in flour bowl, then egg bowl and finally bread powder bowl. This stages made my fingers covered with thick bread powder and it was when I couldn't really feel stuffs. So when I put one new koloke into the TOO HOT oil, I put also my fingers together with it. And that's how I got my right ring and little fingers fried, covered with mixed of flour, egg and bread powder.

I screamed and cried like a kid. Was so DAMN painful, and IS still now. I already put my fingers in cold water for more than an hour, but they're still painful. I can't use my right hand properly now (T_T)

Ummm one thought just passed my mind. What if I didn't pull my fingers out immediately at that time? perhaps I got them overcooked now. Would they be as delicious as those fried koloke?! hihihihi bego!

Kitchen-ku

My kitchen is my office, my territory now. The only place to run away, hide myself behind my PC monitor and make myself busy. Place where I spend most of my time here, either cooking, having lonely lunch, cleaning or nge-net. Uhm plus daydreaming sih (^_-)


kitchenku

So fresh from this kitchen, i proudly published, daily recipes I have cooked:

Kitchen-ku

It's in Indonesian, my native language. I found out that it is so much easier to write those cooking stuffs in Indonesian. Suddenly I become incapable using English in cooking field hiks hiks hiks. I am definitely a beginner!

I know some of you don't believe that I can cook something instead of poison, so please check it out. Perhaps you wanna try some. Don't worry....the recipes have been tried already by Hiro and he's still alive or having no stomachache up to now.

OBS-GYN

Since I came to Incheon, I've visited two OBS-GYN hospitals. To talk to the doctors, and decide which one would be the best for delivering my baby. Previously, Hiro and his interpreter already visited several hospitals here, so they came up with two best ones for me to choose.

The first hospital I visited almost two weeks ago is supposed to be the best hospital according to Hiro. The staffs are kind, they can arrange any of our requests: have a VIP room where I can stay alone, give permission to my husband or my relatives to accompany me inside the labor room, can arrange a pre-natal exercise, and close to our apartment. The thing is, the doctor couldn't speak English well. He couldn't even tell us about date in English. Sad...sad. We like this hospital, but I feel somewhat uncomfortable with a doctor who speaks language I don't understand.

And so this morning we went to the other hospital that is well-known as the best OBS-GYN hospital in this city. Unfortunately there I can't have pre-natal exercise nor a privacy room on my own. The doctor speaks English fluently. The things is, she's kind of senior doctor who has her own rule and I can't say she has this comforting aura. Anyhow, she does speak English and that's important for us.
As usual, before laying down myself onto the USG table, I asked the doctor not to tell the baby's gender to Hiro. I thought it was fair enough since the father has the right to choose whether he wants to know the gender or not. BUT SHE TOLD HIM!!!! At first she told me in an implicit way: that the baby goes after the father. OK I can accept it, I knew Hiro won't understand that expression. BUT then she made it clear. Its a MALE. a BOY. Congratulations!!!!

We screamed. OH MY GOD!!! Why should she tell us?!
She said that it's a must in Korea. That it is illegal if the parents don't know the baby's gender. Things we couldn't understand logically. Damn. I was so down to see Hiro's dissapointed face. It was supposed to be a nice surprise later on!! (>_<)

Anyway.....in spite of that unexpected surprise, we're happy to see our baby. This time Hiro can already recongnize it. He can see the head, body, thigh, spine cord. Even we can see the face quite clearly. We can see the ear. We also can see the eyes and mouth, which were closed first but opened slowly later on. Dear God, the feeling was unexplainable. Look at the picture below. Can see the face? can see the big nose? - just like his father's hahaha. Hiro said he's like a monkey hahahaha....but he's my handsome boy (^_-).


My baby's face


mouth and eyes opened

How how how? Can you guys see that my baby is handsome?? huehuehuehe

Where's my confidence?!?!!?

During pregnancy, hormones plays a great role. Well yeah, trust me. It can make you very happy that you feel like flying in an air balloon passing through beautiful countryside area at one time, but at another time it can make you feel like drowning in an arctic ocean. Deep, cold, dark, unpredictable...

I got the last one now.

As my pregnancy getting older, I feel like I lost my self confidence. Let's say it used to be one important factor in my life. I believe you guys knew me as a little girl with high confidence, rite? Pity, am not right now.

My stomach is getting bigger, the skin is darkened and there're blue lines started being clearly seen. No waist left so I look like flat ironing board from behind. Not to mention my boobs. OK, big boops are probably sexy, but TOO big are scary!! especially if they're also darkened with brown spots and of course blue lines. As if my chest couldn't hold them anymore.

Next are my underarms. The skin there are also disgusting now. Blackened that i had to put my tank top shirts inside the suitcase when i was in Indonesia last week. The arms themselves are getting bigger, showing how much fat I gained in these past few months.

My thighs and legs. They're basically big, and now they're getting much much bigger; decorated with eschema. Arrgghhh!! I look like having acute skin disease.

And last, my fingers. They are swelling. I can't even wear my wedding ring now.
So I have 10 small and fat fingers that look like small fat carrots.

I am easy tired, can't walk a lot. My feet can't support my heavy body and become painful. So despite my ugly physical appearance, I also hate being a burden to people surrounding.

Can I rent Harry Potter's invisible cloak? or can I just become like Violet of Mr. Incredibles who can make herself invisible? Or simply like yahoo messenger, where I can exist yet invisible the whole day?

Am drowning in an Arctic ocean right now. Deep, cold, dark, unpredictable....

Help me. I want to get back my self confidence

My New Life

Hi Hi Hi.....

I'm in cold Korea now. 5 busy first days here, I started my life as a real housewife already!!!!
Imagine!!
I must do the housechores. From cleaning, cooking, to shopping for daily needs. Kitchen is my office desk now, and there I spend most of my time. Well, I mean, really like my office, facilitated with a PC hahahaha

We live in a 23rd floor 3-bedrooms apartment. It's still messy now since we have still many stuffs in boxes, and expecting lots more coming this week. The view from our place is gorgeous since it is at the highest floor, but my husband got this high place phobia hahahahaha. This place is also well furnitured and equipped. I got nice spacey kitchen, but unfortunately I can't access all the cupboards since they're the way too high from my reach hiks hiks.


View from our apartment

Anyway, this would be our home for this coming 3 years. It's still for the two of us, but coming year we'll have this new family member here. Please wish me the best to be a good wife and mother (^_^)

These past two weeks

Woa.....long time not writing anything here!!! At last now I got the mood and the chance.

I am not in Japan anymore since about two weeks ago. Ehm....I was in INDONESIA!!! Thanks for you friends who were willing to accompany me, and sorry to those I couldn"t meet during my short visit this time. I am in Korea already now and starting my real marriage life here.

It was busy days, but I HAD A GREAT TIME!!!!!!!!!! Oh how I loved being back in my country.

Only Vebby and Nyo knew about my coming back to Indonesia, so I had some funny and interesting time to surprise some friends. Wehehehe I always enjoyed being a surprise [narcist mode: ON]

Vebby asked Valens to come to her place to treat him dinner. So he was like the first one to be surprised. I still remembered his wide round opened rounded eyes and mouth when he saw me got off the taxi hehe

Vebby arranged an all-you-can-eat dinner at Tomodachi for Vitria, Adnan, Valens, Mariza, Carla, Rina and Arief. But Arief didn't show yet accidently I met June and Devina there. I enjoyed their surprised face and reaction. Carla cursed, Vitria screamed, Mariza couldn't talk, and Adnan with his wide opened mouth.

Surprising Arief was the best part cause i got the best reaction hehehehe. I came to CDU out of sudden, opened the door cheerfully, and made Arief shocked, called my name for many many times and fell on the floor with his tears. His reaction made me speechless. But I was very very happy to be able to meet him again. He was still Arief I used to know, with his special characters and funny jokes, but with his new hobby: making cookies (to be sold unfortunately, not be be given to me as present). But I can say here that you should try his Kaastengel. Ehm...bit expensive, so better ask lots of sample Kaastengel cookies from him hahaha.

Sheila surprised me just before I went to Japan by coming out of sudden to my apartment. She was still in Surabaya when I came there, so I got the chance to pay her back for her surprised hohoho. I loved her funny shocked face, rounded eyes and oh-so-loud scream on her door when I came there with Vebby, Nyo and Carla. hihihi GOTCHA girl!!

Nina got surprised by Vebby's joke (that she's getting married) on the phone. Vebby and I made tricky story to fool Nina and Vitria at that time, but it made Nina came over the weekend to Surabaya hahaha. So happy to meet her again. We had a great time going to TP with Vitria, and Karaoke with Adnan, Arief, Mul, and Roy.

Vebby asked Emmy to come to Banana Leaf restaurant when Vebby, Nyo and I had lunch together there. Hihihihi she was surprised that she mumbled out some weird words. After watching us having lunch, Emmy went to my house; and the next weekend we watched movie together at TP with Mariza as well.

Carla said that she would go for a movie one afternoon with some excellogix friends: Boo, Denny and Jon. So suddenly I got the idea to surprise the boys.

Hmmm but I failed to surprise Tina because bitchy arief stole the thunder. He told her in advance on the phone. HUH..!!

This visit was wonderful. Full of laughter and jokes. It was the best way to say good bye, with wide smile and happy faces. Even Ayik came from Bojonegoro a day before I left Surabaya. Perfect.



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I ate almost all the food I've terribly missed and ate some other more delicious than ever food:
Kangkung hot plate and Gurame rica at Layar
Bebek goreng canggih with its special tasty oily sauce
Kwetiaw siram at Apeng
Yakiniku at Angus House
Soto ayam at Pucang
Nasi Padang with Tina at CDU
Chinese food at XO in restaurant in TP
Soto Banjar at Kedung doro
Cocofrio ice cream
Lele penyet at Indokee in Citraland
Mie Dok dok Ploso
Javanese fried noodle at Ondomohen
Mie Ujung Pandang at Kertajaya Indah
Bubur ayam surya
La Mien at PAM's
Bakso Pak Salam
Cah Jagung and Bakwa pedas made by Tina's maid
Tom Yam soup at Banana Leaf
Terong goreng made by Tante Nanik's maid
Indomie goreng made by Vebby
Indomie Ayam with egg made by Valens
Ham and Cheese crepes at de'Crepes TP
4 Kgs Rambutan sent by Ayik from Bojonegoro

Hmmmm...writing those food down already made me drooling again. But life must go on. I was lucky enough that I got chance to eat them in such a short time.

Well, new life is starting now. Bye-bye surabaya, see you again friends. Ehm!! this time i won't come out of sudden in a month hehehe (^___^)

(_ _o)

These past few weeks I feel like doing everything wrongly. I feel like I took the wrong decision. I feel like I said the wrong words. I feel like I couldn't understand anything and left blank. I feel like I forgot-and dropped-and left many important things. I feel like I lost my brain and consciousness.

I was thinking that it is because of the situation. It gave me pressure that I lost my control and sense.

I also once blamed the hormones that caused me into this weak-fragile-sensitive-and easy crying woman.

But today in the train on my way back home, I knew one thing. The center of problem is ME myself.

Am scared now.......

Mt. Fuji

Yesterday I had a trip to Mt. Fuji with my sister-in-law's family and my parents in law. They had planned it since last week, but due to bad weather they were about to cancel it. Therefore last weekend I went to Yokohama to stay there, because I didn't think I couldn't manage to Mt. Fuji with my big stomach. I would only be a problem to them.

But well...dealing with kids and promise hahaha. The two children kept begging the father to go to Mt. Fuji if the weather forecast was positive, and they used me also as a reason (>_<). "Papa...mama...shierly never goes to Mt. Fuji. Want to go there while Shierly is here..."

So, early morning yesterday, the kids woke up very early and grabbed newspaper. Once they saw that Shizuoka area will only be cloudy, they woke up everybody and cried to the father to go to Mt. Fuji.

So At last after four times coming to Japan, I visited Mt. Fuji.....


Mt. Fuji

Beautiful mountain, right? and I DID wish I could see it!!!!!!!!

WELL......it was NOT raining, but it was FOGGING. Great!! We had a trip around the mountain; got out of highway from Shizuoka area, visited a pasteurization ranch there, had Soba as lunch at a very traditional Japanese restaurant deep in thick-fogging mountain, moved around to see the five lakes of Mt. Fuji , and at last went back to Yokohama from highway entrance at Gotemba. If I saw a map at the guide book, we've driven almost around Mt. Fuji. Only to see large bottom of it hahahahaha.

Tragic huks huks....I went to Mt. Fuji, but the Mt. Fuji was hidden by the thick fog.

Anyway, I had a great time. To experience that Mt. Fuji area was not cold during autumn. It was FREEZING (^_^). Everyone said that it's for my training to experience how cold Korea wuld be hahaha....

Happy mother

I was so happy...

I went to doctor last week. Saw my baby again after a month, at a maternity clinic at Takashima Daira. Well, it was not so easy to find an English speaking doctor here, so I was so thankful finally I could find that clinic. The clinic is owned by a couple of obs-gyn, and both can speak English fluently because they stayed at the USA for quite a long time.

At first she showed me the baby's heart beat. I was almost jumped of happiness. Well, that it the SIGN that my baby is ALIVE!! strong and fast, sounded loud to my ear.

Then she showed me the baby. Woa.....already much bigger now. Not as tiny as I could remember. The head is perfectly round, completed with brain, eyes and nose bone. The heart is beating strongly. The back bone has a perfect shape. Fat already covered the baby, so I could see the fatty hands and thighs already. Cute cute cute!!!!! I can't describe my feeling here. It was just so wonderful to see him moving around. To see the baby opened the palms and shows the complete fingers. Especially to see how the legs opened and showed me the gender. Huehehehehehe!!!

I screamed. hihihi the doctor was surprised, but she said that the reaction could be understood.

I will be mother soon. Woa....unbelieavable!!!!

I went home still full of happiness, and in the full train, for the first time someone stood up and gave the seat for me!!! Hehehehe really a mother day.

Then last weekend Hiro came from Korea. So happy to meet him again. And most of all, my baby showed the movement already to him. The father could feel the baby kicking.....

Hmmm....waiting forward to see you again, kid!

Sloppy bitch

At last my sloppy habit came after being careful not to show it to anybody here these past few weeks (_ _o)

I lost my new ID CARD axdcwiezxawlkzfnwaezefj;ld GRRRRRRRRRR

WHY ID CARD?? WHY??

Damn, I'm a sloppy bitch!

I miss Indonesian food!!!

It's almost dinner time now. Been more than two weeks eating these Japanese food already. Now guess what's in my mind? all kinds of cheap 'warung' food from indonesia are jumping around. I can't help not to drool right now.

I just read my maternity book. There written that during these few weeks, pregnant woman of my age will want some unbelievable food badly. But....these are not weird food. All I want now are those cheap Indonesian food I used to have. Help help help. Really want them badly now!!!!

Siomay at Widya Mandala University Kalijudan
Pentol seribu-an also at Widya Mandala University Dinoyo
Bakso and Pangsit Mie Pak Salem
Mie rebus at a warung nearby Lempuyangan station at Jogjakarta
Soto banjar at a warung on Jl. Kedungdoro
Nasi Padang near CDU office
Kwetiaw siram babi - without vegetables- at Apeng
Nasi bebek Canggih
Nasi Kuning Banjar in front of KONI
Pangsit Mie Ujung Pandang on Jl. Kertajaya Indah
Bakmi Goreng + telor penyet of Depot Lestari
Lele penyet at warungs along Jl. Dharmahusada
Cakalang pedes made by my dear mom
Kangkung pedes made by Pei's mom
Pindang pedes made by mbak Parti
Bakso bakar at Malang
Soto ayam Pucang
Cocofrio icecream with Valens
Nasi Goreng ikan asin at Bima
Lo Mie at Pasar Atum
Cakwe Isi udang at Pasar Atum
Tahu tek tek that moves around Dharmahusada area
Mie dok dok pedes that passes nyo's kost every 10 p.m
Nasi Korned at canteen of Widya Mandala Kalijudan
Indomie goreng made by Pei
Indomie kaldu ayam + telor made by Valens
Cah baby corn + bakwan puedess made by Tina's maid
Babi rica made by my mom
eRWe aka spicy dog of Manadonese restaurant nearby Bratang
etc
etc
etc

GOD!!!! I'm really drooling now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (>_<)
And my baby just kicked my stomach right now = "MAMA!!! I WANT THOSE FOOD!!"

Thanks to Mariza that lead me to imagine these foods!

Nori Spaghetti?!?!

I spent last weekend in Yokohama. Stayed over at Hiro's sister's house and visited the famous Yokohama harbour. We had the last lunch togeher at a small Italian Restaurant nearby their house. As I walked inside the green-decorated restaurant; I already can feel the thick Italian atmosphere surrounding me.

We ordered some food in a second since we're starving, and (two thumbs for the service), all came out as fast as shinkansen!

I had my carbonara spaghetti. Really was delicious. There I thought that this restaurant was really keeping the quality of Italian food. But then I got amazed as the meal ordered by Miku-chan arrived.

NORI SPAGHETTI?!?!?!

Spaghetti with tarako (small fish eggs) as the sauce, and lots of nori as the topping.


Nori Spaghetti

Wahahahahaha....I really didn't expect this! Everybody said that that food was delicious but I didn't dare to try any. I didn't want to break the image of italian food in my mind.

I was even more amazed when Hiro's sister said that there's Natto Spaghetti available. NATTO?!?! the weird smelly sticky food that is unbelievably loved by those Japanese people?!. Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii.

Hmmmm so this is how people adapt foreign food into their traditional taste? Last night Hiro said that in Korea there are Kimchi Spaghetti and Kimchi Pizza! (@_@)

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

I got this book as a gift from Nyo, in her car, when she sent me to airport last time. I screamed for happiness. I was longing for this book since it first published last July, but kept postponing buying it. Hoping that the price would be lower and lower.
But got it as a present?? Big kiss for nyo! Thanks for completing my English version of Harry Potter.

I started reading it on Monday, and due to my idle time in Japan, finished the whole 607 pages story last night.

As usual, Ibu Rowling was able to hypnotize me and put me into the book. I love her way of describing things, and I admire her imagination. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince was able to raise my curiosity, following Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts school of Magic. Revealing his adventure in a more mature phase of his life, still together with his best mates: Ron and Hermione. But.....

I HATE THE ENDING.

How come Professor Dumbledore died?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!? HOAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

What would happen to Hogwarts???

The next book would be the last book of Harry Potter (as far as I believe?), but from the latest story, Harry has still far way to go to be able to kill Lord Voldemort. Still 4 Horcruxes to be found, and his enemies could be at around any corner of the world.

Well well...smart Rowling is driving me crazy. Can't wait for the next Harry Potter. Hurry up writing, Rowling!! Hurry up!! There's one muggle out here waiting forward for your next outstanding piece of writing.

Between Imoet and kids

I used to think that kids are irritating. They're just cute when they're sleeping or laughing, and I felt like throwing them when they start to cry with their very high pitches.

I remember if I saw kids playing in the shopping malls, I always wanted to bug them, especially if their moms were not around.
If some kids played hide and seek, I would kindly tell the kid where his other mates are hiding. Or if they're just walking while sightseeing, I would kindly walk beside them and covered their sights with my bigger body.
And I hate them most if they must sit around me in the airplane. They would just be the most irritating creatures ever, and everybody was forced to understand just because they're kids.

I also never wanted to lose from kids. Though people said I win because I am an adult already, I still enjoy the satisfaction of beating a kid. Let's say Nando, Vei's little brother. Whenever I met him, at least we have 1 quarrel, and trust me, I did my best to win from that monster.

But lately I just can hang around with kids so easily. Weird. Few weeks before I moved here, I could communicate well with Nando. We could watch Cartoon Network together while talking. We even ate and sometimes slept together.

Moreover, I spent last weekend with Hiro's sister's children. They came and stayed over the weekend, so we were always together almost the time. I just found out that it was so easy to communicate with them though we understand different languages. We played the game Hiro and his sister used to play when they were children. Again and again. And surprisingly I COULD HAVE FUN!! hahahaha. Am even now waiting forward for the coming weekend, to meet them again and go to Yokohama together.

Do I change because I'm expecting a baby now? Is it what people called motherly sense?

An Email

This morning I got an email that brought me into smiling.....

Hi there

I think you are a very passionate and sensitive person. I am too and I think I understand you ... to an extent.

I love your pictures ... and your eyes. There is something enigmatic about them ... and they look honest, with a touch of melancholy.

Well ... may be you should check out my profile and then may be write back to me??

Hope you will write back.
Take care

ps. You are very beautiful ... I love the complexion and color of your skin. Take care and have a nice day :-)

Wehehehehehehe...sapa sing yang gak seneng dapat pujian????? [blushing mode: ON]

Well..

After those horrible messy and busy yet happy last weeks I spent in Surabaya, here I am now in Tokyo. Hiro had flied back to Korea two days ago, but surprisingly there were no more tears running from my eyes when I sent him to Haneda airport. Maybe because as what he said, that this hopefully be our last "bye-bye at the airport"?

Time flies so quickly. I feel like it's just yesterday I spent my days in Surabaya. Going to the office every morning, having meals with friends (esp. Pei and facing the annoying question: hmmm what to eat today?), talking for hours, walking around TP and Supermall till we broke our legs, drinking like there's no tomorrow at Excelso, and most of all planning my wedding party at the previous three months. Not to mention how excited I was waiting forward for the time to meet Hiro again, everyday phone calls, and curiosity over the baby's development.

And now.....?
The party was held successfully already, the honeymoon was over, I had several farewell with my beloved friends, I went to Japan together with Hiro and my parents in laws, Hiro went back to Korea, and I am now in front of computer in Hiro's parents' house alone with my runny nose. Oh yeah.....time runs unbelievably fast!!!

Do I feel alone? Nope.
Do I miss Hiro? stupid question. Of course yes, as usual.
Do I miss my friends and times in Surabaya? Yes, terribly. Vitria, Carla, Valens, Emmy....But I've decided to start my new life here.

So how exactly do I feel now?

I miss Vebby the most......more than I've ever thought, more than I've ever missed anyone else -including Hiro.

Silitku sakit :(

Tulang ekorku sakitt.....

Kirain ambeien, jadi kemaren dulu pergi ke dokter buat periksa.
Malunya setengah mati harus pamer silit ama dokter, dan ternyata bukan ambeien. BAH (nek ngerti lak aku gak perlu buka-bukan gitu seeeh).
Ternyata tulang ekorku. Ama dokter dipencet disana, aku langsung menjerit kaget.
Agak bengkak dan membiru. Aku langsung dituduh dokter abis jatuh tapi boong gak mau bilang.
Suwerrrrr aku gak inget kapan aku jatuh or kejeduk dipantat dalam waktu dekat ini.
Dokter takut kalo retak ato ada apa-apa sih.....tapi gimana coba? aku hamil gini kan gak mau ambil resiko x-ray. Dikasih obat pain killer gitu akhirnya....CUMA HARI INI AKU LUPA BAWA!

And so....seharian silitku sakit. Bad mood banget. Gak tahan duduk lama, makanya pulang kerja pengen langsung makan trus pulang.

Jadi bukannya aku gak mau ikut muter-muter makan tahu campur!!
Bukannya aku gak mau ke AJBS beli buku yang emang udah kuincer!!
Bukannya aku maksain kehendakku minta dibikin seneng terus!!

Aku gak masalah nunggu dikantor sampe selesai, trus baru makan soto banjar yang emang udah dijanjikan dari minggu lalu. Nunggu sampe jam 8 juga gak apa-apa, asal aku gak dibawa muter2 jalanan surabaya yang banyak bolongnya dengan pantat sakit gini!!!

MENGERTILAH!!!! silitku lorooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In the Netherlands with CDU

Just now I got an sms from arief:
"Shier, I'm now in Damrak. So ironique remembering we used to be together with all CDU people, and now there's nobody with me here. Whatever my feeling is, I'm just hoping the best for everyone. Sorry for being this sentimental"

I forwarded the sms to Tina right away, felt sure that she would understand my feeling completely.

I feel sad. Sooooo damn sad. I couldn't help the tears rolling down from my eyes. So I grabbed my phone and cried my feeling out to Hiro. Feeling better, the memory in the Netherlands with CDU staffs flashed back like a movie....

I visited Netherlands first in 2002 for my job training. At that time, I knew no one in CDU except Carla (since she's my friend from uni). I went together with the first group of students, assisted by Arief. I didn't know much about him, but at that time he seemed so busy with his task that he left me, the new staff, minggled with the students. I spent my first several days with the students, and treated as one of them, until then Carla and Tina arrived with other group of students. After one meeting to another with INHOLLAND people, I started to hang out with the staffs and got to know them better. I spent most of the time with Tina, Carla and Baby Mariza (internee), and sometimes also with Arief. I knew it, at that time, that working at this company would also be a fun. The boss, the staffs, and the internee were such a perfect combination of a nice working atmosphere and unique personalities team.
We browsed the shops in Amsterdam, looking for nice discounted stuffs that perhaps could be bought. Well....Euro man....my brain couldn't stop calculating the rate hahaha. We were having tight schedules with international offices and programme managers too, with of course business lunch or dinner -which were so plain for our indonesian tongue. We shared many jokes and stupid mistakes. We took lots of pictures. I followed Catholic mass in Dutch with Tina. We went to red light district and got amused. We spents some evenings at cafes along Leidseplein, watched once an old man's naked attraction. Went to uitmarkt, experiencing Dutch's yearly summer art festival. And having the best and cheap dinner, Moksi Meti, at Albina restaurant nearby Albertcuip; and also introduced to Shoarma - food from Morroco.
As the August ended, we got separated. Carla continuing her Europe trip with her past boyfriend, Tina and Arief to Italy (Of couse separately), and me flying back to Indonesia.

Then after spending a year working and knowing the people more, I visited the Netherlands again in 2003. It was Carla's last visit, but I were introduced to Nina at that time. I spent most of the time with Tina and Arief. Browsing Amsterdam for shoes and souvenirs, meetings, uitmarkt and having meals together -Moksi Meti and shoarma were must-be-eaten food. Walking down the streets till we almost broke our legs. Arief spent his time more with us already. He even took me to the bus station at Amstelveen with my heavy luggages when I was about to leave to German.

2004 was already a sad year. No more Carla with us, and Nina was resigning. She was still going to Holland with us, but it was like a farewell. Tina was not going with us also, she visited the Netherlands a month after. I spent most of the time with Nina and Arief. Nina was a shopalcoholic, so it was a great fun with her. Kalverstraat was out favourite spot. We had my favourite shoarma and Moksi Meti as well, and of course Shoarma at the shop at the corner of Damrak. I knew also at that time that it would be my last official visit to Holland. My bond with CDU people was very strong already.

And this year. I am not going because of my pregnancy. Tina will go a month later for other project. No more Carla and Nina. Arief is there alone now. If I were Arief, perhaps I would cry flying there with the students alone, walking down damrak alone, browsing kalverstraat alone, eating shoarma alone, waiting for trams and metro alone, running to catch the train alone, visiting schol and having meetings with people there alone. Doing things that were used to be done together with other CDU people alone.

So sad, huh...? or....Am I just being sentimentil?

So,

I feel lonely in the office now as my colleague left to Holland. Feel empty, feel sad, feel heavy. I only have less than 2 weeks to clean my desk, to pack my things, and to throw away my "garbage"; but I just don't know where to start. I work in this company only for 3 years, but feel like ages. This office is like a second home for me.

I hate saying goodbye again!!!!!!!!!!! (T_______T)

Not only my working contract at CDU will end this month. I will also have to close my pages of living in Surabaya. Leave my friends, leave my works, leave my routines, leave my family, leave my crazy adventurous life. ALL.

But this is what I've decided as well. This is one of the consequences.

After the party, I will go to Japan. To learn Japanese cooking from my mother in law, to get myself used to communicate in Japanese, and to gain some knowledge on Japanese custom and habit. I feel like I have to learn all of these, before I move to Korea and have the "real life" with Hiro. Up to this time, I get used to have a freedom life; with me myself as the center. Always follow my heart and my ambition. Go where the wind blows my spirit. Now I want to learn that later on I could have more devotion to my husband and family. Just wish me luck, friends hehehe. I'll take this as a new challenge.

Again, life is a matter of hello and goodbye. I will say goodbye this time, to say hello again. Someday in near future (^__^).

Arief

A friend, a colleague, a team, and surprisingly a loved one also.

The few hours working this morning, was our last moment of working together. He's leaving to Holland already, and when he's back here, he will find nothing but my empty desk.

I hate to admit this. But I do feel lonely.

He is one unique person. Not a gentleman as what he admitted. But to him I can be truly myself. I love every single jokes we shared, including the implicitly vulgar ones. I love the way he expresses himself. Though if I mention his characters I hate, this would be a very long blog, he is my dear friend. And I love him the way he is.

Sometimes I hate his working style and late response towards important stuffs. Just like now, when he's soooo irritating. Become invisible when people need him. I got lots of phone calls from the students. They couldn't find arief at the meeting point, and his mobile can't be reached!! wahahaha this is sooooo arief, the invisible man.

But I know. As this lonely waves hit me right on my chest, that I do miss him.

Finally

Phiuh.....finally!!!
My colleague and students will depart to Holland today. I can take a deep free breath now, after went through this busy-noisy-messy month in the office.

So......welcome me back in this blogging world!!!

Clumsy

See the effect of having clumsy friends like Carla and Valens?!?!

Last night I washed my face using nipple cream (>_<)

About Promise and Trust

When I was small, I used to complain to my father if he had to work late.
I remember he always smiled and said "Papa had to make a living. If Shierly waits, everynight papa will go to your room, bring candy and listen to your story of the day".
It happened for years. I believe him and his promise. Little Shierly was a little girl with high hope, expectation, and belief on promises.
But of course it couldn't happen forever. I grew up, and many things happened. Life changed, I changed.

Once a friend said, that from me he learnt not to trust someone easily. I got insulted at that time. Am I that bad? But then I tried to put some of my life pieces together. A friend won't say such thing without any reason.

I got dissapointed for many times. Because of one sweet word called "promise", and one determination called "trust".
From my work where my eyes opened that business world is not a clean world. No easy trust to a promise if you want to fight your life there.
From some friends to whom I gave my trust but taking every aspects of me for granted.
From love that broke my heart several times yet keep giving me promises.
From my family to whom I did my best yet got no understanding back, but expect more and more from me. Without realising that I have my own life and had done enough to make them happy.
Even from myself, from my own acts, emotions, and unbelievably way of thinking.

Small promise is a big matter for me, but seems that for some people now promise is only some good words accidentally said to give me temporary good feeling. Since then I couldn't trust someone easily. I live in a world full of 'if' and 'if'

Anyway, I want to change. I want to learn to trust again. I want to forget the black spots in my heart. To those dark memories I said I've already put in a locked box but infact keep haunting me.

Therefore I still put this little hope on promise. I know from my experiences that a promise is so easy to say but not to realise. I want to have a hope again. So anyone who read this, please don't just give me the damn word. Don't break my effort when I'm just starting to try to trust people again.

If a small promise couldn't be kept, how can I rely on big promises? How can I build my trust again?

Gender!

I went to Desperados last Saturday night with Arief, Carla and Vitria. It's been quite a while for me not hanging out at night. And indeed it's already different for me.

I have to order only AQUA since I'm not allowed to drink alcohol nor soda. And I only can sit down somewhere behind and watched my friends having fun on the dance floor.

It was my first time spending time sitting inside Desperados for a long time. The music was nice, but for me the satisfaction was not complete. And because I sat alone, some "aged" guys came and "offered" me either drink or bed. HUH. It ruined my mood a bit.

I used my time to look around me. To the stage where the band played the music and the singers sang attractively. To the dance floor where my friends danced crazily with happy smiles. To the bar where crowds of men drinking with each hugging a girl. To the table on my left hands where a chinese couple talked intimately. To my right table where an Indian kissing a girl in passion. And to the two Japanese guys in front of me with several girls touching them here and there.

Well well well. I laughed myself.

Men and Drinks and Women and Intimate touches, that probably ended in a hotel room. As far as I looked around, no single man sitting alone drinking. All with girls in their hands.

Is this how men having fun? I bet none of them remembered their wives and kids at home while they're in their own heaven there. And none of them would listen to any complaints from their wives hahaha.

What if a woman do the same? Want some fun by looking for a guy in a bar? Eventhough she only thinks that it is for FUN (as what men do), men will judge her negatively.

Another type of discrimination towards female! World is so unfair.

Make out with Brad Pitt

Since last Friday, I was a lone-and-horny pregnant woman. Well, I guessed hormonal thing was responsible for this.
I spent my bed rest time sleeping, eating and watching TV; and still drama comedy Friends came to my greatest interest. They just can make me laugh easily. The day before, I watched the story when Brad Pitt appeared as a guest actor. And then last Friday the story was when pregnant Rachel got her hormonal urges. Got horny on every guy she met -including Ross and Joey. It was sooo sooo funny.

I guessed then that story strengthen my mind that this happens to every pregnant woman. That during this time their needs is even bigger on this matter. I told my husband about this, but alas, he's just so far far away to satisfy me. So this thing was going around inside my head for several days.

But this morning I woke up with satisfied smile. Hohohoho. I got a very very satisfying dream. I made out with Brad Pitt!!! His face was so clear in my mind, his smile is haunted me the whole day, even I still can feel him in my arm. His face was fresh as seen in Friends, but was as sexy as seen in Troy and Mr. and Mrs. Smith. In my dream he was a perfect combination of a gorgeous, strong, smart, hot and sexy man. It was the best dream I've ever had for sure hahahahaha

Oh yeah.....today I feel sooooooo goooood (^__^).

Being punished yet feeling beautiful

Can't believe I have to go through this. Being punished to stay ON MY BED - except for toilet urges - for 5 days!!! This is the first day, and I feel like dying already. Being pregnant and being active are two contradictive things. I'd love being active pregnant woman yet my baby seems doesn't like the idea.

Hiro said that our baby is just being naughty. Hmmmm...maybe she's just dancing inside listening to HIP HOP music I love to listen to? hahaha. But today I didn't listen to any of those noisy music. Just lying on the air-bed in front of TV. Or the pain in my stomach today was her laughing badly while watching the-funniest-ever Donald Duck on Disney channel?!

I know I'm complaining a lot and fussy about lots of unnecessary things. Sometimes I feel thats it is sooo difficult carrying a baby. That my body could probably not be able to manage. That I couldn't do things I love as much as before. That I couldn't eat my favourite food and drinks but stick to the healthy eating habit rules. That I have to face lots of "Don't"s. That even I have to reduce my walking speed. That I have to drink those smelly milk. That made me wanting RAMBUTAN badly but can't have even one at this season. That forbids me satisfying myself using squating toilet (hehehe...u know what i mean here). That changes my world and habit upside down. That now I become more sensitive and emotional than ever. That makes me now sitting helplessly on my bed alone the whole day.

But...Those negative feelings were gone in a second I saw the USG monitor. Watching my baby's heart beat blinking. Watching how life already can be seen on the tiny little thing there. 37 mm long now.

Amongst those tiring complaints written beforehand.....it is indeed beautiful having something alive inside me (^__^)

Last technical meeting

These two days I was responsible for handling the technical meetings for enrolled students in Surabaya. Students from Surabaya and Malang came to our office together, being introduced to each other. Suddenly my office became crowded of highschool students with happy and exciting faces, looking forward for their experience to the Netherlands.

I got this strange feeling when I was being in the middle of those students. I dont know.....somewhat my "teacher" feeling came strongly out of sudden. It been quite a while not interacting directly with the students in a group, and by my surprise, I found out that it's still as EXCITING as always. With high school students and their unique characters, with their naughty comments and also their shy smiles. I'd always love to talk in front of them, watching the bright and blinking eyes focused on me.

This would be my last technical meeting with the students. I won't even got the chance to meet some other students from other cities in Indonesia because my inability to fly now. I do talk with them regularly by phone or email, but I always want to meet them in person; and give them the best suggestion for their further life in the far far country. This year also I won't accompany them to the Netherlands. I won't see those happy yet sad faces leaving their homeland country. Still clear in my memory, the sight of international airport with the students crying to their parents and friends, saying goodbye to each other.
I also won't accompany those kids exploring Amsterdam streets, exploring their first days in colleage, facing Holland's strong winds together, running out of breath catching the train or metro, or trying some new foods.

It was my last technical meeting. Once it finished it left me hard feeling inside. Sometimes I laugh for some silly questions from the students, but these silly questions made them special in my heart. Unique Indonesian high school students.

Well, these are the last months for me to do things I love to, and I am good at. Then I won't be able anymore........(_ _o)

Bad Taxi Day

Since I knew about my pregnancy, hopelessly I had to say goodbye to my motorbike, and count on taxi as my main transportation mean. Expensive, but I don't want to risk my baby by moving around Surabaya using motorbike.

So as usual, this morning I went to the office by taxi. Unfortunately, I got a bad driver. He drove recklessly, made me want to vomit and lost my appetite as I arrived at the office.

And then after work I have to go to doctor. Again I got a wrong taxi. The AC was freezing that I can move my finger badly. I asked the driver to raise the temperature, but the maximum temperature was still freezing.

After doctor, I called a taxi again. I wished I got better taxi, but the taxi came was the same taxi I rode before. So....must be patient again being in a freezing taxi until Tunjungan Plaza. Phew.

And....as the title of this posting. The taxi we took from TP is even worse. The worst of the day. The AC was freezing as well, and the driver drove really really bad. At first Vei and I planned to go to Cafe Pisa first to reserve a table for our Saturday night dinner, but we changed our mind. Go home directly was the best decision. My head was spinning, and my stomach was really awfull. As I arrived at the apartment, I vomitted all the the dinner I had in TP before. HOEKK.

And because of that taxi, I'm still awake this late in dizziness. Just finished watching DVD "Racing Stripes" and now could manage connecting to internet from home for the first time.

Once I laid on the bed, my world will spin even worse, and I would feel like vomitting again.....Huks huks huks. Bad Taxi Day....

Rm. Yohannes vs Brad Pitt

Last week my aunt and my cousins kept pushing me to attend the adoration lead by Rm Yohannes. Rm Yohannes is a famous figure of Catholic Charismatic church in Indonesia. When I was in my early year at uni, I was pushed to believe, and regularly went to Tumpang (kind of sacred place nearby Malang). I was still so young and weak and too afraid to say no. It was long long time ago. I still believe in GOD. Of course I praise him for blessing me whole of my life, but my way is just already different than how I used to be. I may not a good Catholic, but I believe GOD in my own way.

Unfortunately those fanatics people couldn't just let me be this way. That's why they kept urging me to join them. I've tried to explain them softly, failed. I did decline strongly, failed. So at last i have no choice than RUN AWAY. *grin*

The adoration was held last night. I told my aunt and my cousin that I had lots of works in the office. That I had to work overtime. Great. They stopped contacting me. Then I felt free last night to go to Supermall to see movie: Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

SURPRISINGLY. There I found out that the adoration was taken place at Supermall, just nearby the cinema!!!! So I had to do this hide and seek to avoid meeting my aunt and cousins accidently. It started just before the movie began, and finished almost the same time with the movie. I ran ran and ran to avoid those people coming out of the ballroom from the adoration. Hiiiii Couldn't imagine if I got caught!!!

Well....If I have to choose between Rm. Yohannes and Brad Pitt...?! You know my answer. I hate being hypocrite. That's why I write it bluntly here. I couldnt stay in that room, looking at people crying, falling down on the floor, screaming, talking in so-called-god language, sometimes wildly act like animals. I'm scared. SCARED. If you guys have DIFFERENT opinion here, please keep it for yourself. Coz' I have the right to have my own opinion about this kind of service to God, or ceremony, or mass -whatever you call it.

Phew....

Anyway, the movie was super. Four thumbs for Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie!!!!!!!!

Akhir-akhir ini

Aduh akhir-akhir ini aku kok jadi super malas ya.
Bangun tidur malassssnyaaaa ampun2. Tapi kalo diranjang gitu matanya udah melek. Ini pasti karena kerjaanku tinggal satu deh. Penyakit malas jadi kuat banget.
Bukan cuma malas bangun tidur. Juga malas ngomong, malas duduk, malas jalan, malas baca, malas kerja, malas ngeblog, apa lagi lihat barang2ku di apartment baru. Malas banget buat ngebongkar n nyusun2 lagi. duh...

Baru tadi pagi aku bongkar tas gede n nyusun2 baju2 di lemari. Buku-buku beserta pernak pernik dan dokumen penting masih didalam kardus. Gak tau kardus yang mana. Jadi satu semua. Kumasukin kedalam gudang. Setidaknya setelah barang2 itu masuk gudang, apt-nya jadi tampak sepeti real apt hihihi.

Oh yaaa....aku udah pindahan. Sedih juga pas ngosongin kamar kostku yang mini itu. Banyak kenangan juga disana, dan sebenarnya aku udah feel nyaman dikamar yang khas bauku itu -bau bedak bayi campur minyak telon hehehe. Tapi yah, udah merit. Pindahan ke apt ini salah satu perubahan dahsyat dalam hidupku.

Aku sekarang tinggal di Puri Darmo. Ditemenin si Vei. Rumah pertamaku. Minggu lalu abis shopping besar2an buat ngisi keperluan2 rumah. Hihihi jadi ibu rumah tangga nih. Cuma ini belum dengan kewajiban ngurus n masak suami.

Hummm ngantuk. Tuh kan...malasku kumat. Udah ah, mo siap2 pulang.

USG

I got diarrhoea today. Kept me awoke last night. Ruined my mood the whole day. But didn't dare to take any medicine because of my home tester result.

So I decided to go to doctor (the one recommended by ella: her father). Accompanied by Vei.
He gave me prescription, and suggested me only to have white porridge with soy sauce for my meals, till the diarrhoea stopped.

Then....I told him my case...bla...bla...bla....till he lead me onto the USG table. And....you guys won't be able to imagine how I felt when he pointed to one tiny black object. 13 mm size. I couldn't stop my happy tears when I told Hiro by phone about this.

There.....our baby is...... the tiny black spot on the printed USG result

our tiny baby

Boring free time

I got used to work about 12 hours a day. I enjoyed my busy time very much. Well, beside being busy and got pretty good amount of salary, I don't have much free time left. Free time = money spending.

But now that I already stopped working at Excellogix, I have 8 hours extra free time a day!!!!!!

Maybe you guys think that it would be nice just relaxing at home. BUT I was dying already yesterday. At my FIRST day of working only for 4 hours per day. Really don't know what to do.......

It's almost 4:00 pm right now. But don't feel like going home. I know I have to pack my stuffs for moving out this weekend, but the lazy virus is soooo strong. And I can't concentrate to read some novels. Also not interested to the TV programmes. Plus I couldn't sleep that early.

So....pity me just laying on the bed. With my mind flying here and there. BORING GITU LOOHHH

Masih malu

Sekarang lagi pengen posting pake bahasa Indonesia ah.....

Sesuai judul, sekarang aku lagi tersipu-sipu abis baca imel dari mertua nih hehehehe
Terus terang aku masih kerasa aneh banget. Tiba-tiba ada orang-orang baru dalam hidupku. Lebih-lebih aku kudu panggil mereka ama panggilan akrab papa-mama. Hueeeeee

Tiap kali baca or ngetik kata2 itu, jadi malu sendiri. Mukaku rasanya panas, dan warnanya pasti udah merah deh. Rasanya aneeeh gitu lowhhhh. Kaku banget mau bilang papa-mama ke mereka. Waktu ketemu di Jepang aja aku gak nyebut mama-papa sama sekali. Rasanya kata-kata itu nyandet di tenggorokanku. Gak sopan amat yah. Baru trus di imel aja aku berani nulis. Dengan jari berat (dan hati beraatt karena malu). Tapi ternyata reaksi mereka yang seneng banget bikin aku tambah tersipu sipu. Campur aduk seneng ama malu hihihihi.

Ada mama-papa baru, ada sodara2 baru, keponakan2 baru. Juga punya nama baru. Bayangin betapa merahnya aku pas tadi siang Hiro bilang: "kamu istriku, shierly kondo ne..." hihihi (kyaaa sekarang jadi merah lagi nih!!)

Hmm...entah kapan aku terbiasa.....

Moody

Lately I feel so moody
Something always goes wrong
In a second I could be very happy.
but at another second my mood ruined already.

I feel pain all over my body.
Also feel tired, feel sleepy, feel lazy.
Where's the ambitious imoet?
Today everything goes even worse in the office.

ARRGGGHHHHH

What's going on with me?
I want to scream
I want to cry loudly
Yet want to laugh badly
My head feels like blowing up

Huks huks huks....

I dont like this

A week ago

Hmmmmm

Still can't believe it. I'm married already!!!! Exactly a week ago.

The process was so fast and so easy. I still feel weird. Really I do!! I feel no difference, but indeed it is different now. I'm no longer for myself. I belong to somebody else. All the actions and decisions made must have consideration for my other's half. I couldn't behave as what I used to be. I'm married. MARRIED. Look at our wedding rings!


wedding rings

But......deep inside I feel so happy. And so touched because I felt so welcomed in Japan. Hiro's boss arranged a small party for us with his colleagues. Surprisingly unexpected. They welcomed me, happy with our marriage, and spoilt us with lots of presents. After the party Hiro warned me: "Don't cry Shierly! or I will!"......It was such an unforgetable moment ever....

And I met his family too. Such a warm family. His mother cooked a special red bean rice -only eaten at special occasions like wedding-. She is such a great cook. Dunno if I could cook that way (^__-). At first I felt worried to see them, but they DID welcome me in a very nice way. I was really touched. They are even learning English now!! Hehehe I do hope next time we could communicate better.

I'll do my best for my new family. I'll give all my love for my husband and my future kid. That now we're still separated, I'll use the time maximally with my friends and family. After I move out from Indonesia, everything will be even more different. I have to be ready. But I'm so sure. With Hiro by myside. Nothing can scare me away.

Touched

Today I felt so touched

Suddenly my kadiv gave message through YM. "Come downstair now. we'll have meeting".
I closed my computer and walked slowly downstair. But W.O.W!!!.........everybody was clapping hands, gathering around a big table with complete set of Javanese tumpeng.

I was speechless. I didn't expect this on my first working day back here. They were celebrating my wedding.......and also my farewell.

Oh yes. After 4.3 years working at Excellogix aka. Alto, starting from next Monday I will resign. Another surprise for my boss and colleagues here, so sorry, but life is full of surprises, and I always love to be one hehehe.

Thank you for the "farewell words" from all of you. I know I have this "spcial negative trademark" here, but hehehehe no problem guys. I always love to be different. I'm proud of being "mesum imoet". I'm sure you won't forget me in that way.

I won't forget those time we spent together here. Really......

Thanks for the gift. I will bring it wherever I go around following my husband.

I'll still be in Surabaya for several months, so I'd love to meet you again. And when I send my invitation later on, I DO expect to see ALL of you at my party!! [ngancam mode: ON]

Hiks hiks.....feel so touched. feel like crying......