Saturday, September 22, 2012


A night swimming, you and I









Mom, woman and wife


What else that is missing in your life? Someone once asked a woman while seeing her sad look. 
“What else I have not done?” She asked him back.


A simple milk spill on the table can be a big reason for mom to get mad.
A stupid question from a little mouth like “why?” can be a massive trigger for mommy to start a world war with the weakest creature on earth who will not fight mommy back: kids, and they have become the victim.

Maybe the question is not on what has been missing, but on a thing that is always wanted and wished to always exist.

Moms have that biological clock to wake up and get everyone ready for their activities.  Moms have (and always need to have) those new ideas to keep everyone’s mood in moderate level. Moms have those sudden driving skills when the clock is ticking for school bell and morning meetings with clients. Moms have that extra storage in her brain to remember schedules, tests, homework, what’s running out in the kitchen, bills. Moms also have that big heart to keep dreaming though she was hurt for several times; yet she keeps dreaming and the dreams are not for her.

Moms are also wifeys, who always want that intimate conversation. No, not that kind of chats we already know the answers.

We, moms, are women and we know we are strong.
But how stronger do you wish for us to be? 

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

2012 and what doomsday to me

There might be three or five amongst us who dreamed about doomsday at least once in 2012. Me myself, have dreamed it twice as far as I remember. The dream itself always involves beautifully illuminated skies, huge planets that bang before my eyes.

To some people, they already given in with the doomsday.
Not because they are ready, but more to que sera sera point of view.
What ever will be, will be.

Apparently, what I had in my dream reflected the way I feel about the doomsday itself.
In my dream, I was always with my closest ones whose in real life they are the people why I live for.

To me, doomsday is neither about going to hell or heaven.
Not about how ready I am for the judgement day.
Doomsday means being separated with people I love that I do not know when I will see them again.
Doomsday means loosing my child and forgetting all my dreams for him. Missing all the chats and laughter we usually have.

No matter how ready you are for the doomsday, nothing will make you ready to be separated with your  children. And I wish doomsday will not be happening soon.

I think all mothers will agree with me.

Doomsday

There might be three or five amongst us who dreamed about doomsday at least once in 2012. Me myself, have dreamed it twice as far as I remember. The dream itself always involves beautifully illuminated skies, huge planets that bang before my eyes.

To some people, they already given in with the doomsday.
Not because they are ready, but more to que sera sera point of view.
What ever will be, will be.

Apparently, what I had in my dream reflected the way I feel about the doomsday itself.
In my dream, I was always with my closest ones whose in real life they are the people why I live for.

To me, doomsday is neither about going to hell or heaven.
Not about how ready I am for the judgement day.
Doomsday means being separated with people I love that I do not know when I will see them again.
Doomsday means loosing my child and forgetting all my dreams for him. Missing all the chats and laughter we usually have.

No matter how ready you are for the doomsday, nothing will make you ready to be separated with your  children. And I wish doomsday will not be happening soon.

I think all mothers will agree with me.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Thursday, September 06, 2012

Fruit Pie

A few days ago, I made fruit pie for Bubu.
Like always, it is my first encounter on crust. 
It tasted good, I think. 
The key is in the butter. 

I took the crust recipe here & 
the pastry cream recipe here






Wednesday, September 05, 2012

It's how the world goes, I guess.

She has almost everything every women in this world wish to have.
A Louis Vuitton to pack all her gadgets.
A pair of Louboutin or Melissa to pick up her kids to school.
A beautiful baby and a handsome hubby who already in the top in his young age.
And one thing everyone would envy: the time.

Yet she still sad, I wonder why.
Yet she still curse, I wonder how.

Other girls wish for what she has while she wishes for what people have.

If we all have that one noble thing: enough.
Wouldn't the world be a wonderful place to be.

But that's how the world goes, I guess.
Mere mortals never feel enough.


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