It’s been ages since the last time I wrote here… I was mistaken… I thought I will be more relax in June.. but I ended up very busy preparing for our holiday trip. We travel around Germany, Italy and stoped by in France, Switzerland and Luxembourg…, all together for two weeks. Very tired but also very fun. Now back in Netherland… just hang around with some friends, meet up, have lunch and or sometimes just laze around at home with the kids… Yes, finally I can get to relax. Next month will be another busy day because school holiday is over. Well, that still one month a head, now I just want to enjoy this holiday with the kids.

Time sure is past very fast… I’m 33years old now. Can’t believe it sometimes…I still feel that I always need my mum but I actually am also a mum now.

My husband gave a little surprise, we go out just the two of us for a dinner without the kids. Hm… there are lots of things going on in my mine now. But I decided to put it a side and just enjoy the night. Lovely dinner. Thanks.

Anak-anakku tahun depan mulai masuk sekolah semua. Tugasku di rumah jadi berkurang. Rasanya bosan… aku merasa mau melakukan sesuatu. Tidak mau membuang waktu yang ada. Apa aku akan kembali melakukan hal-hal yang dulu aku lakukan ataukah aku akan melakukan hal baru yang belum pernah aku coba, aku belum bisa memutuskan. Tetapi begitu banyak keinginanku untuk melakukan segala hal. My husband said, “Take it easy…, don’t over do it…, you’ll get your self tired out”. Tapi aku betul-betul ingin melakukan semua itu. Apa aku terlalu berambisi?… Hmm….

Give up… tired to try to find out what he think and how he feels. Never give a straight answer and sometimes didn’t give any answer at all. Better give up.

Waktu temanku ngomong sekilas soal bahasa cinta, aku tidak tahu persis harus komentar apa. Karna buat aku kalimat itu sudah lama tidak terlintas di benakku. Saat ini tiba-tiba teringat lagi omongannya tentang hal itu dan aku berfikir, apa masih ada orang yang memakai bahasa cinta? Dan bahasa cinta itu sebetulnya seperti apa sich? Definisinya, pemakaiannya dan fungsinya sepertinya sudah tidak jelas sekarang. (Atau paling tidak sudah tidak jelas buat aku)… Kalau ada orang yang bertanya tentang semua itu mungkin aku tidak bisa menjawab dengan pasti.

I’m not interested with the politics… and I’m bored with the (pretend) kiss on the check to show how respectable lovely couple some people are…

But I found it cute and surely can make a good laugh when I saw on BBC news, Obama and his wife do the fist bump… for me it shows that they’re not just husband and wife but also good buddy and Michelle will no longer be under estimate as just the trophy wife… and she surely earn more respect from peoples…

And hey… they make the fist bump as a trend into higher level…

 

Today I chat with my friend in YM. Not like ussual… today I make a lot of mistakes when typing whatever I want to say. He was teasing me and said that I might be nervous talking with him. I was thinking.. “Hmm…, am I really nervous talking to him?…” I’m not so sure about it. I know I’m happy at that time. I like talking to him. There’s always something positif he said that I can learn from. He said he’s not a teacher, but I like to learn from anybody, because I think not always teachers that can teach us something. And he always makes me smile everytime we chat and he’s hilarious and have mind of his own. He said it was “self confidence”…

He was saying that people can get their self confidence naturally, can be because of their social status, what they have, what they know, what they can do, their understanding or knowlegde of them self, know their limits. And we both agree that the best way of having self confidence is if it comes from within our self.. find the potential from within…, not about what we have or what we don’t have. But about knowing who we are, what we can and can not do. He said self confidence from within is (in Indonesian).. “percaya diri yang paripurna, kekal abadi selamanya”… Hmm… sometimes I don’t understand the word that he use. Maybe he was right, my Indonesian language is worst than my English.

Oh.. and one more thing… he remind me about making zero mistake. I can be a perfectionist sometimes, didn’t like to make any mistake, but no much people can accept that or have that way of thinking. And I’m very happy to find a friend that think a like.

It is always nice talking to you…

Bad day out.. (never ever take the escalator with a baby inside the trolley)

 

After having lunch with my other 3 female friends, we decided to go out for shopping. Luckily my two years old son was a sleep inside his big buggy so I can easily bring him and do some shopping. One of my friend looked around for some cosmetic, me and my other friend decided to looked for some clothes. My friend was standing beside escalator looking at a dress and I was standing in front of the escalator also want to walk away to look at other clothes, that’s when I heard a middle age lady said… “Ow…! Ow…! Softly… when I turn and looked, I thought I saw her stuff felt rolling down the stairs. But when I was walking towards the escalator to help her pick up her stuff, I saw something flipping and rolled over down the escalator. And when it’s flipped over I then notice it was a baby trolley with a baby girl inside it. I was immediately ran as fast as I can to catch the baby, but she already rolling around and hit the escalator two times… and when I able to reach her and unbuckled her from the trolley she was so quiet and pale. I saw her forehead have four punctured from the escalator’s steps. And when I tried to stop the bleeding by pressing it with tissue paper, I saw her little tiny fingers scratched and the skin peeled off. I was so scared, worried to death about the baby… I don’t know what else should I do, I kept saying “My God, baby!” and keep looking at the baby girl and also at my son that sleep nicely on his trolley.

And when the staff of the shopping place brought the baby and the grandma aside, there I started to feel giddy, my stomach feels funny almost feels like throwing up and my body feels weak, like all the blood in me has been drain out, I was so shaken. I sat on a display sofa near by. After sometimes, me and my friend decided to look for our other friend. When we found her we just sat down on a bench and talked about what happen. One of my friend also saw what happen, but she’s too far to ran and save the baby. We kept saying… if only the grandma of the baby scream loud enough and said there’s a baby inside the trolley, we might react faster and might be able to save the baby faster, and if only all her stuff didn’t cover the baby, we might be able to see the baby and save her faster, and if the trolley is not to small, the baby might not flipped over and hit the escalator so many times,…. And many other an if that we can think of.

After waiting for the ambulance to come and make sure they bring the baby for further check up, we decided to go home. We’ve lost our interest to shop.

I was hopping after take some sleep I will be able to forget about what happen. But it seems it didn’t work. I really hope the baby will be fine.

Hopefully people can be more a ware the danger of taking the escalator when you bring baby trolley.  That is just a stupid dangerous mistake that sometimes I did it also. That’s a big lesson for me. I thank God it never happen to me, but I still regret that I have done it before.

I really wish I can forget about that incident. I can’t stop worrying about the baby. It’s like I can still see her face and the blood over it. God… please make sure that she’s fine.

Anyone who have baby… please don’t take the escalator or stairs with your baby inside the trolley. Be extra careful handling your baby.

Sibuk… lebih sibuk dari biasanya… semua tutup buku. Kerjaan suami, sekolah anak, kantor imigrasi, asuransi, bank, dokter, tv, telphon, internet, semua…. have to go through all the paperwork to renew the contract.. pfff… mudah-mudahan tidak ada yang tertinggal atau lupa untuk dilakukan.

Well, never mind… by mid of June I will be quite free (I think) and I might get bored with nothing to do…   And I don’t want to be a grumpy one that will complain when there are too many things to do and complain too bored when there is nothing to do…

Come on me… let’s get busy again…

It was 9pm, May 13th 2008… the kids were tucked in nicely on their bed. Finally I can sit down to have a cup of hot chocolate milk and a slice of apple pie… (I’m trying to put on some weight… )

The title in BBC program is really catches my attention… Blood, sweat and t-shirt. It makes me interested to watch it. It’s about six young fashion lovers get to experience how their clothes are really made. And these six young fashion addicts from England also experience life as factory workers in India, making clothes for the British high street and also American. There they saw how the branded clothes are actually made by people who lives in a very poor condition and in a very bad working enviroment. But the most dreadful, saddening and really makes me mad is on the last part when they visited Bombay.. the cosmopolitan place of India, but there they have the biggest slum area in the world where it’s actually fills with small and cramp clothes factory that produce branded fashion clothes for the British and American market. There they found a lot of children under age are use as labours. But that’s not all… they also found out that the kids are often being abuse and get ill treated from their bosses. Lots of them being beaten. And when they visit this shelter… a place where they salvage the kids… There’s on kid that told his experience being abused. His boss hang him and pour sugar water on him so the insects or bugs and ants will climb on him and started to bite him. Lots of them ran away because they can’t stand with the abuse that they get. But some choose to stay because they don’t have much choices.

I was crying while watching it… it sounds silly maybe, but really… I mean… my dear God… I thought those kind of story only happen in Oliver Twist story… And when you saw those kids eyes… they are like babies… how can people have heart to do such terible things to them… well, maybe they don’t have heart at all.

I can’t continue to have my pie…. the way they show the living enviroment there makes me lost my appetite.

I don’t think I will see buying clothes in the same way again. I will be more responsible… I will check where it was made and try not to support those irresponsible factory who simply don’t care with people who work for them…

I ended my day with a prayer… “God, please look after those children, save them and comfort them… And show me of a way or maybe more on how to help them.. And with a wish that more and more people care about this issue.. “