Moving Out
Actually I don't know whether I should put "Moving Out" or "Moving In" as this post's title. Well that doesn't really matter anyway... Decided to put it "moving out" cuz it gives me the chill, period.Last Saturday I finally closed the chaper of my nearly 5 years journey of staying in boarding house in this Big City (Gosh aren't I getting old...). Well, you can take out 1 year while I was in Spore but that doesn't change anything :pOwell, who'd have guessed that 5 years can mean humongous stacks of boxes and other stuffs? Nobody, not even me...at least not until ma, pa, adek, w/ 2 helpers are struggling to put everything together in a small truck. But yeeeyyyy I've finished unpacking just in 3 days, not bad huh??!!So, here I am now... another person who's succeded putting in additional name in the list of "happy" commuters. It takes me almost 2 bloody hours to get to office every morning, but somehow I feel the peace of "leaving home" and "heading home". At least it's my home...our home, ya Ndro.... What's more beautiful is...it won't be very long until the lil' house that we call home will be brighten with our baby's cry & laughter... ^_^ hopefully
62 Tahun
Gosh Indonesia has reached 62 years of independence...If it's a man, he's gotta be old.....full of wrinkles.... Some has even showed signs of senile weakness. But for a nation, perhaps 62 years is nothing... Like, say, we were deliberated from Dutch colony after 3.5 centuries (geez...). But then again I might as well assume that this nation has really started showing signs of senile weakness. Why? As far as I can remember, during the old days of elementary school, teachers always say that Indonesians are famous as friendly and polite people. Yet, nowadays what I get from fellow Indonesians are not really the best impression -not that I'm showing otherwise, but to some points people around me really got into my nerves with how they behave arrgghhhh-. Like for example, nobody knows how to queue (nobody is too harsh, should say very least...haha), rarely will people give you seat in public transport eventhough you're having a huge bumps (personal experience, I must say), smoking is just a habit that can be done EVERYWHERE (even in air-conditioned room with signage saying "NON SMOKING AREA" and you wear ties, looking like some professional), another bad habit that makes me sick is trashing (damn you people driving fancy car who's just open the car window and throw away empty can of your fancy thirst quencer to busy street, don't u have trash box inside? grrhhh), never have I found a cashier in a store ask me "How's your day?" (unlike what I found in -at least- another country), and.....in Indonesia sometimes you'll mixed up whether somebody is just being polite or fake.Hmm... am I being to harsh? Perhaps... Or maybe Indonesians are just so squeezed with too many problems that we are starting to lose our empathy and only care about ourselves? I really don't know. But yes, I am still a proud kid who loves this country so much. If I don't love it, why would I be concerned with such small things. Anyways, I'm just feeling and thinking out loud. People might not agree, I don't ask them to. Perhaps it's just me and my imagination that Indonesia should do better than this...
A mother to be
Jakarta is very dull today. It was even drizzling here in Kemang during lunch time. Very odd for August, isn't it? As always, this kind of weather makes me sink in memories... Anyways, that's not what I intend to write ^_^. I wanted to write myself an update on the growing belly. Who knows in the future I might want to flip these pages back. So, here goes....It's been almost 7months. Lil' baby is now around 28 weeks. Yaaayyyy 12 more weeks to go. The kicks are stronger now, I can even see if the tiny creature inside me is moving around. Soooo cute... I just can't help myself imagining how this baby's going to look like hehe... So far, doc said everything is okay. The heart rate, cardio, placenta etc are all good. Fiuuhhh crossing my fingers everyday for that doc!! Starting next month, I have to see the doc biweekly. There's just one problem..I'm moving to Depok this weekend. That means I have to find another doc and hospital nearby. I really hope I can find a good one in time. Good as in able to fulfil my requests and wish list for this first delivery (first? yepp expecting more to come haha..). Wish me luck ^_^Been reading lots about prenatal care, been doing bits on that as well, also on breastfeeding and postpartum but nothing's been done related with shopping for baby stuff. Dunno why, I've been very reluctant to go on shopping (don't I sound so unlike myself huh?). Not that I'm not excited with the baby coming, as a matter of fact I can't wait to see my lil one, it's just that I don't feel like shopping. But sooner or later I really have to do it. Perhaps I'll do it after we move to Depok. Ease one problem after another ^_^Another thing... there's this little something that's been occupying my mind for the last few weeks. Before I become pregnant, I was always this little girl who wants to do big stuff, go places, and simply be independent in terms of career, beside the fact that I'm someone's wife. I would define that as a success. But lately, I've been imagining myself surrounded by my kids at home, baking cookies, take them to playground. Arrrrggghhhh those seems more wonderful than surrounded by paperworks (though it means money *grin*). Oh well...maybe it's normal for a mother to be. Yipppeeee I am soon a mother ^_^.
Juice Wortel
Hasil nguping....Suami: "Kita punya blender gak sih Hun?"Istri: "Punya. Emangnya knapa?"Suami: "Aku pake yah...Aku pengen bikin Jus Wortel ni.."Istri: "Tumben...emangnya napa?"Suami: "Biar minusku gak nambah. Ntar kalo si kecil lahir trus ngajakin ayahnya maen berantem2an, kan aku harus copot kacamata biar bisa bebas maen sama dia...."Ira: (pingsan....mendadak jatuh cinta sama si pria..hehehehe...jadi pengen juga diajak maen berantem2an *gubrak*)
