beingwullie

Baru tersadar hari ini.
Bahwa Titan sudah hafal bacaan Al- Fatihah.
Terima kasih, Aki :)

One of those days

Carpe diem, seize the day, atau meraih sukses hari ini dalam bahasa ibu. Yes, this is one of that day. Bukan karena sukses meraih bisnis baru di kantor, bukan karena dapat rejeki nomplok plok plok, bukan karena berhasil melakukan penemuan baru yang breakthrough - amin sih kalau iya - buat aku sukses memetik hari adalah saat semua urusan hari ini lancar. Tepat waktu, jadi bisa berbagi diri dan waktu untuk mereka yang terkasih dan juga sempat untuk memiliki waktu untuk diri sendiri.

Pencapaian yang simpel? Well, ... kalau ukuran simpelnya segampang omong kosong sih ya enggak ya.

Kuncinya ternyata ada di bangun pagi dan tahu kapan untuk ngikutin apa kata hati dan kapan untuk tahu diri. Kita bahas satu-satu ya.

Weekend kemarin sebenernya adalah weekend yang penuh pikiran karena punya PR bikin 3 deck presentasi yang semuanya buat hari Senin sore. Tapi entah kenapa - Ih bohong, gue tau banget kenapa - rasanya malas banget untuk mulai ngerjain. Tiap kali buka komputer, malah ngerjain yang lain. Download lagu lah, FB-an lah, yang gitu-gitulah. Kepikiran sih kepikiran, tapi rasa malas lebih mengalahkan segalanya. Gue yakin, seandainya aja gue jadi Soekarno dan harus kembali ke masa lalu untuk mengulang kisah kemerdekaan, di tangan gue; kemerdekaan enggak akan kejadian di tanggal 17 Agustus. Terus kapan, dong? Ya mana gue tau. Entar aja liat moodnya.

Daaaaaaang, dan akhirnya weekend kemarin gue habiskan leyeh-leyeh baca buku yang kebetulan bukunya emang lebih seru ketimbang musti bikin 3 deck presentasi ini, tentu dengan kilik-kilik di kepala yang enggak capek-capeknya bergumam "Duh, decknya belum dikerjain gimana nih" - tapi tetep asyik baca buku.

Di jam-jam terakhir weekend pun, gue tetap memutuskan jadi procrastinator sejati dengan mengentar-entar bikin deck presentasi dan terus membaca. Nah kan, ketiduran deh. Tapi kali ini gue tidur dengan sadar bahwa gue belum ngerjain PR dan tidak berniat untuk bangun tengah malem buat ngerjain.

Tapi, gue tetep bangun pagi. Bukan karena alasan harus bikin deck. Karena Titan sudah mulai sekolah lagi. Jadi gue harus bangun lebih pagi untuk siapin seragam, bekal dan segala tetek bengeknya. Termasuk juga makan siang suami yang hari ini ... hehehe, maaf ya sayang ya; menu blontang blonteng dari segi asal muasal makanan, look dan kombinasi gizi. (Fyi, gue bawain suami menu makan siang: nasi goreng, ayam goreng dan sandwich sayur isi daun selada, tomat, keju plus sebutir apel dan vitamin). Seandainya aja ini masa PDKT, pasti besok gue nggak bakal ditelpon-telpon lagi!

Ternyata, bangun pagi menjawab semuanya. Titan sampe sekolah tepat waktu, bahkan lebih cepat. Salam manis buat ibu guru piket yang kasih kita surat peringatan karena Titan udah telat 6x bulan September kemarin thankyouverymuch. Mood anak juga jadi lebih baik karena punya waktu yang cukup untuk pre-conditioning. Buat emaknya, tentu juga lebih oke karena sampe kantor masih sepi jadi masih bisa siap-siap diri sampai akhirnya mulai buka komputer dan ngerjain deck *mulai tahu diri*.

Alhamdulillah, jam 2 siang sudah selesai dan internal review pertama pun berjalan dengan baik. Tanpa perlawanan. Eh, ada sih. Tapi bisa ditolerir lah.

Cepet beres, sampe rumah pun jauh lebih cepat. Bersyukur bisa nemenin Titan makan dan ngajarin belajar dulu. Jam segini, jam sembilan malam tepatnya, udah bisa blogging dan mau nerusin baca buku lagi *senyum lebar selebar-lebarnya*

Kuncian yang enggak kalah pentingnya sebenernya ada satu lagi. Delegasi tugas. Sekarang udah punya part timers untuk setrika dan beres-beres rumah. Nyuci sih tetep sendiri, enggak percaya gue sama pembantu yang nyuciin baju-baju kita. Bukan karena merk mahal, ... its just not my thing. I prefer to wash my clothes myself.

So yes, ... sambil blogging ini sebenernya gue mikir patut dirayakan dengan apakah kesuksesan hari ini? Hmmm... kayanya masih ada coklat deh di kulkas.

I am a true believer of 'Whats good to get into your mouth is also good for your skin'. After series of looking for the perfect scrub bean in my kitchen - from coffee to oatmeal to tea to skim milk powder - I found Gulaku sugar stick has the 'just right' texture for scrubbing.

You only need to add it with a little drop of liquid ( I use full cream milk today), let it sit for a few minutes (just check the textures of the sugar crystal cubes until you find it perfect for your skin) and go scrub. You can also use honey, olive oil or your prefered moisturizer.

Breakfast. Happy Sundae, people!

My first kopi tubruk and it tasted good.

Thank you, Warung Baba.

Sejak Titan sekolah pagi tiga bulan yang lalu, aku udah enggak pernah punya luxury time buat sarapan sambil jemuran punggung dan baca buku. Trus keburu freelance juga, there goes my me-time off the thin air.

Tapi hari ini, Titan libur dan aku masih pengen leyeh-leyeh dulu sebelum berangkat ke kantor.

Hello again, Me :)

Malicca loves pizza so very much and wants to have pizza for his breakfast today. Unfortunately, we don't have any pizza dough left today. Me being me, too lazy to make pizza dough and I was 100% sure I would not be able to do it, I used bread instead.

Thank god there was Jamie Oliver tomato pesto and sausage left in the fridge.

"Yummy, Bunda!" he said.

B(ex)t Friend

To some, the words 'best friend' could mean nothing.

To me, however, best friend means a lot.

I might not be the perfect person to tell things about friendship, for I may not be a perfect friend or best friend for my friends. I sometimes lie, I sometimes weren't there for them when they need me, I sometimes tell them things they want to hear and not things they need to hear, I sometimes just want to be alone.

There are many kind of friends. There are childhood friends, devoted friends who always willing to lend their ears for you to trash or come to visit you in the middle of stormy night, travel buddies, party friends who can make you laugh and sing all night, gossip friends where you can get your latest updates, social media friends who we rarely meet but knows a lot about us based on their assumptions, office friends with whom you have lunch, parenting friends with whom we can squeeze their tips and tricks in parenting, and of course the hi-bye friends.

We all have those categories. Don't we? And both are usually know where to stand.

Expectation that doesn't meet up is sucks. So is having a friend who want to be your friend only when she / he wants to.

At first you were friends. Then become good friend that leads to best friend. Wished you both can be best friends forever and promised you to come to your wedding and blah blah blah... and on one perfect day, she / he leaves you in despair without reasons.
But (still) trying to be a best friend, we usually say "Oh, what is wrong? You know where to find me when you need me, okay?"
We all know that 'Nothing is wrong' or 'I want to be alone' is the biggest lie in the world, and staying honest is always a tough option. That would include telling your friend why you want to cut off the friendship.
But hey my friend, once you lied, please also keep the lie that we ever have that friendship. So you don't have to come back and ask it back.

Oh, there is usually a reason: "I want to be alone." This, my friend, in bitch's glossary means "Back off! I mean... now!"

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?

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

How we spend most of our weekends.

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

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.

About heaven, to my son.

Dear My lovely son Malicca.

You have been growing so fast! Now you are five and your questions in every single day are getting sharper and sharper. For the past days, you have been asking about heaven.

"Do heaven exist, Bunda?"

Our religion taught us about heaven and hell as a compensation for good and bad people. But if you ask me, to be honest, ... I do not know how to answer because I have never been to heaven and I have never seen it.

Yes I heard about it. A lot. But people who might have gone to heaven never came back to earth and tell us what the heaven looks and how it feels like. So, ... I never buy what people say about heaven.

But why bother to think of heaven in absurd way? Like what people tell you that in heaven you can have anything you want within a split second? Like what people tell you there is milky river and golden cups. Why don't you create your own heaven? Here, on earth.

To me, your mother, to have you hugged me and said "I love you, Bunda" ... it is heaven.
To see you poked your friend just to tell them "Hey, this is my Bunda!" ... it is heaven.
To wake up in the morning and have you here beside me and smell your bad breath, ... it is heaven.
To have a cup of hot chocolate with some marshmallows, it is heaven.
To have the traffic treats me nice, it is heaven.

Heaven is not far. Whenever you feel happy, you are in heaven.

...

and by the time I am finished writing this, I got a conclusion that heaven does exist.

Where do good people go?

Titan: "Nda, orang baik itu nantinya masuk surga ya?"

Me: "I don't know. What do you think?"

Titan: "I guess so."

Me: "Yang jelas, orang baik itu banyak temennya and it is already a heaven on earth."

Me time.

It is been a while since I last have one.

With a nagging kid ready to tug you every single time and been shooting you with why this and that's questions, me time has become one of the most expensive thing I cannot afford.

But it's okay.

Nobody really want to be alone, right?

And with this little kid around, I love it as much.

There are many places I first encounter together with my satellite.

National Museum is one of them.

Me on my 33 and him on his 5.