My Thoughts

Perhaps to some of you, blog should have more sparkles to heightened the effect. Mine more about life everyday but that’s what is blog all about for me and for some of us too. I was on a plane going home from Bali. While waiting for my next connecting flight, i met an ex flame of love, yes the first man i dated for 4 years who cheated on me for another woman and now married to another woman that his parents arranged for him. For me, it was just nice to see his parents since they always been good to me and at least who been right to me from beginning i know them. I can see his mom eyes looking into me and as if saying " I am sorry, i thought he was going to be good to you and someday i will see you together " and i gave her big hug, look into her eyes back and nod as if i forgive that long time and even forget ! So he got excited and asked for my phone number and etc and called me later on, which i found a little bit too much for meeting your ex who happened to have a wife and a nice kid. I had this sensation which was not to good saying don’t let him have that chance even an inch. Plus i am taken and i love being in love and loving relationship so i just let that event passed by.Don’t expect or wait for another brief encounter. Its the past.

On the plane, i sit with another 2 woman ( well one woman and one young girl).As we seated, we exchanged smiles and i burried myself into my WomensWeekly magazine which i love and i realised that the girl who sit next to me, start putting make up on her face.Nice which for me also amazing that she did this the very first 15 minutes we departed Jakarta airport. I tried to look with the corner of my eyes ( curious of course!) and there she goes, with shadows of pink and reddish messy blushed on her cheek. Hmm . She probably need mirror.Next, she started comb her hair and put mascara. And every same time to what i can count, she repeated same thing. And then she saw me reading my magazine which obviously in English, she says " you should work as a broadcaster, it should be easy for you" …and i smiled at her and say.."maybe".We started involve little conversation and at the end i am concern and feel for her that she must somehow in a confusion of her mind. I hope she is okay and not going to be in trouble. I thank God for giving me strength and sanity to deal with craziness of life, which sometimes so frustrating to deal with and i feel God give me strength to let it go.

In about 15 minutes before we landed, the woman who sits at the end of our lane, i saw her crying quietly and tears coming out from her eyes. I thought i must say something and i said " I saw you from our first plane in Bali…are you okay? " And she said " i am in grieving because my son passed away from an accident, in Bali while he visited his uncle for holiday there 3 weeks ago " …Oh My God. Poor woman. She has 8 children and this son of her is the second children and the fact he is 22 years old, still in his prime age, died so young. I feel for her terribly, knowing the fact my dad passed away 10 years ago , in his 57 and the pain still there. Imagine a mother lost a child…Breaks my heart, and i said to her " I am sorry about your lost ,  i hope you can be strong and please be patient ok?" And she says..Thank you , I will. When we arrived, i shaked her hand, and look into her eyes and says " I hope we can meet again and please be strong." I dont know why but i think some event in our live can connect us with strangers. In one day,i had 3 lesson of life and i thank God for sharing that with me.

Bulan Ramadhan.Bulan istimewa bagi umat muslim di seluruh dunia.Aku melihatnya sebagai keistimewaan buat masa berkumpul di saat waktu sholat maghrib tiba dan waktu berbuka datang.Bersama keluarga ataupun sendirian, ritual akan selalu sama. Dimulai dengan ucapan syukur dan Bismillahirrahmanirrahim, kita meneguk segelas air teh panas yang manis, dan disertai memakan buah kurma beberapa biji yang khusus dijual selama bulan istimewa ini. Kemudian, dilanjutkan dengan shalat maghrib bisa sendiri maupun berjamaah, dan dilanjutkan dengan makan malam bersama. Biasanya, makan malam ini akan lebih istimewa menunya dari biasa karena merupakan perayaan kemenangan di akhir hari berpuasa. Ada gulai kurma, ada gulai ayam, ada ikan asin yang dikukus dengan daun ubi dan diberi tomat hijau dan cabe hijau, begitu nikmat saat makan bersama. Kemudian setelah makan malam selesai, kita bisa melanjutkan ibadah dengan sholat tarawih baik itu di mesjid maupun di ruangan rumah kita sendiri.Kemudian, selesai kembali dari sholat tarawih, para ibu ataupun anak perempuan menyiapkan makanan penutup, seperti kolak pisang, cendol beras, es podeng, dan kalau di negara timur tengah sana, mereka menyuguhkan yang namanya Puding Kurma dan Kolak Pisang yang diberi kuah Susu manis. Istimewa sekali. Setelah itu, kita bersiap siap untuk istirahat ataupun ada yang ingin melanjutkan dengan ibadah tambahan lainnya, dan kemudian bertemu kembali saat Sahur. Begitu istimewa Ramadhan

I had this thoughts when I rememberd about the birthday party that our neighbour had last week. She is a very fashionable girl who turns 30, and happened to be a girlfriend of a very rich ( I assumed) man who has been living his life here in this paradise island for almost 15 years. So, the night when I went to her party, and of course to respect the event,I wore my new Japanese style black pants which I think so cool and suits me , and paired with a “almost red coral” top that look like a Japanese kimono. And, the birthday girl with her glowing self, wearing a red top..and her first reaction was “ Aaah, a red top too ! “ and of course with my naiveness about non competitive action towards the host, I said she looks nice in her red dress. And so the party goes and on and on, and in about 30 minutes, she suddenly came out with a new outfit .” is this a show case of birthday girl or what?? “ but anyway I don’t care and she enjoying her party and she can change even hundred times won’t matter, right? Right? . So I guess, she probably felt threatened because I was wearing the same colour with her, ands she is the queen of that night and none supposed to wear the same colour . Is that the rule of the women’s world thesedays? Don’t get it but oh well, its interesting.