Jumat, 24 Februari 2012
To Err is Human, to Forgive is Define
Just making some human error in the office, and the director seems unhappy with it.
Kamis, 23 Februari 2012
All i need is friend like you
Sometime you just need to find the right person to lift up your mood and raise up your spirit, enlighten your days. Forget about the motivational books they tend to be inaplicable in the real world, but your friends experience is tested and its free, so listen carefully if they share their treasure experience.(Ayudiah)
Rabu, 22 Februari 2012
Time Gone too fast
And suddenly its already the last week of February, time is gone too fast for me, i barely feel, i barely understand what happen. Idon't know when it start, maybe the last two years when the job is got pretty demanding with me doing all the secretarial jobs without any partners (i gone solo from the first time, but the jobdesc is quite wider for the last two years), i always came home terribly exshausted, having no energy to play with the kids. So its also start from two years ago i guess i wake up with the anxious feeling and the burden inside my heart, i don't know the reason as i look inside maybe its too complex, Jakarta, my job,the hectic situation,the pressure,and me being too far from family :(
Luckily now i have two female friend in the office that at least listen to all situation i have-since mostly we dealing with the same burden pressure all day long, over the years then it quite help to have such betsies around.
Tadi aku mo ngomong apa yah?
Sorry the post delayed for professional reason, i have something to be done, ya pokoknya itulah. Akhir akhir ini sering terbangun juga di malam hari cuma untuk memandangi wajah wajah damai my girls which sleep on their slumber. Tempat tidur kecil yang ditempati mereka mulai kependekan, ica udah smakin panjang kakinya begitupun Rania. Ah..they're just too sweet and adorable.
The reason to survive are them - i know it sounds selfish to act like that to bring all those reason why to do this why to do that because of the kids,i know, im kinda sloopy on that, but the truth is beside that's they were always the reason, they also the wisest face i ever seen. Anytime i feel so low , loose confident, loose hope i just turn to their face , seeing so much hope and courage on their face, then i have enough energy again to walk forward.
Oh again, back to the topic, Just a little update that the end of this month hubby might will place on Kerayaan Island, in the southern Kalimantan, a very remote area without-as he said connection ,i guess another burden add. But i will survive.
Luckily now i have two female friend in the office that at least listen to all situation i have-since mostly we dealing with the same burden pressure all day long, over the years then it quite help to have such betsies around.
Tadi aku mo ngomong apa yah?
Sorry the post delayed for professional reason, i have something to be done, ya pokoknya itulah. Akhir akhir ini sering terbangun juga di malam hari cuma untuk memandangi wajah wajah damai my girls which sleep on their slumber. Tempat tidur kecil yang ditempati mereka mulai kependekan, ica udah smakin panjang kakinya begitupun Rania. Ah..they're just too sweet and adorable.
The reason to survive are them - i know it sounds selfish to act like that to bring all those reason why to do this why to do that because of the kids,i know, im kinda sloopy on that, but the truth is beside that's they were always the reason, they also the wisest face i ever seen. Anytime i feel so low , loose confident, loose hope i just turn to their face , seeing so much hope and courage on their face, then i have enough energy again to walk forward.
Oh again, back to the topic, Just a little update that the end of this month hubby might will place on Kerayaan Island, in the southern Kalimantan, a very remote area without-as he said connection ,i guess another burden add. But i will survive.
Selasa, 14 Februari 2012
What happen when you're too old Mom?
Yesterday after step in to the house after hour me and my husband lay a while in the bed just to relieve some tiredness, and as usual my baby kids is wooing us around asking alot of question and we answer with a closing eyes. 30 minutes later after cleans up i prepare Aurasya Galerie order with my husband help with the wrapping while Raisya is watching Disney channel near to us. She ask some brilliant question to me while im cutting the tape
Her: Mom, who will continues this working (she said kerja baju) when you too old to do this your self?
Me: Well, of course that will be you or your sister only if you want it
Her: And what happen when im too old to Mom?
Me: (smiling) then will be your children only if they want it dear.
Ahhh,,,my baby, she's not even 5 but mature enough to understand. Love u Kiddo's.MMUaaacchh^^
Her: Mom, who will continues this working (she said kerja baju) when you too old to do this your self?
Me: Well, of course that will be you or your sister only if you want it
Her: And what happen when im too old to Mom?
Me: (smiling) then will be your children only if they want it dear.
Ahhh,,,my baby, she's not even 5 but mature enough to understand. Love u Kiddo's.MMUaaacchh^^
In a Deep Affairs with the Ojek Drivers
Imported notes from Facebook:
Called me being so dramatic about my situation in here, but to be honest my relationship with the ojek driver is very much in a dept, chemistric, and so much in mutual understanding. They who happen to be the marginalize urban citizen (most of them only depend on their income as ojek driver), is a hero for me. However having a house in Jakarta which takes at least one hour to reach the finger damned cursed machine make me so much in love and making this affair with the ojek driver became so long lasting (as I live in Cipayung, as long as I work in Lapangan Banteng), so let it be, let the deep affair continue as I let those 20rb for them every morning comparing making a statement in the paper why I’m late (gimme a break , u ask Jakartans why they late, oh please!!)
Its really not an option really to start the day at 5.30 and the catch the bis jemputan which is leaving the pool by 5.45 (two years ago it leaves at 06.10 am, I swear!!), Imagine the hectic and the traffic jam accumulation during 2 years in Jakarta, make me sick and vomit only by imagining the vivid long queau of the cars and vehicle even in the toll road!
Oh, what the title up there..Oh yeah the affair.
Why I said I’m in the deep affair is because I already use this mode of transportation for the last 5 months and from this experience I can say this is the most reliable, on time, and fast vehicle (if u like me, u catch the time every single day), why I did not bring it my self ?errr, I did I did, in this early year I do ride my self, and end up with fainteddddd every night , couldn’t do anything after work just laying down in the bed… so here I am better to have this affair long lasting, in mutual understanding (since I didn’t even said my route the ojek driver will recognize my face, bring the motorcycle to my direction and I came save an sound in time in the office)
Anyway sorry for the scattered idea of the writes, it just slightly cross my mind about this ojek driver, hmmm…anyway I guess they making good income too, one of the ojek drivers said he collect IDR 200rb a day (so its approximately 5-6 million a month) wohoooooo…..so???
Jakarta , my desk, 19-12-2011
Called me being so dramatic about my situation in here, but to be honest my relationship with the ojek driver is very much in a dept, chemistric, and so much in mutual understanding. They who happen to be the marginalize urban citizen (most of them only depend on their income as ojek driver), is a hero for me. However having a house in Jakarta which takes at least one hour to reach the finger damned cursed machine make me so much in love and making this affair with the ojek driver became so long lasting (as I live in Cipayung, as long as I work in Lapangan Banteng), so let it be, let the deep affair continue as I let those 20rb for them every morning comparing making a statement in the paper why I’m late (gimme a break , u ask Jakartans why they late, oh please!!)
Its really not an option really to start the day at 5.30 and the catch the bis jemputan which is leaving the pool by 5.45 (two years ago it leaves at 06.10 am, I swear!!), Imagine the hectic and the traffic jam accumulation during 2 years in Jakarta, make me sick and vomit only by imagining the vivid long queau of the cars and vehicle even in the toll road!
Oh, what the title up there..Oh yeah the affair.
Why I said I’m in the deep affair is because I already use this mode of transportation for the last 5 months and from this experience I can say this is the most reliable, on time, and fast vehicle (if u like me, u catch the time every single day), why I did not bring it my self ?errr, I did I did, in this early year I do ride my self, and end up with fainteddddd every night , couldn’t do anything after work just laying down in the bed… so here I am better to have this affair long lasting, in mutual understanding (since I didn’t even said my route the ojek driver will recognize my face, bring the motorcycle to my direction and I came save an sound in time in the office)
Anyway sorry for the scattered idea of the writes, it just slightly cross my mind about this ojek driver, hmmm…anyway I guess they making good income too, one of the ojek drivers said he collect IDR 200rb a day (so its approximately 5-6 million a month) wohoooooo…..so???
Jakarta , my desk, 19-12-2011
Abnormal
Setiap saat mendengar ada ibu rumah tangga normal melakukan pekerjaan normal, perasaan aku langsung gak enak, langsung ingin marah, langsung ingin melempar sesuatu dan menghancurkan sesuatu. In short, emosi jiwa!
Just like this morning the conversation is went this way:
Me : Mbak, tolong rinciannya yah , aku mau transfer agak siangan
Mbaknya: Nanti ya Ayud aku mau anter anakku sekolah dulu trus ngegym, aku kasih rincian agak sore yah
Me:.........................#diem lama, perasaan campur aduk
Is it the only me?? coz it happen a lot T_T.
Just like this morning the conversation is went this way:
Me : Mbak, tolong rinciannya yah , aku mau transfer agak siangan
Mbaknya: Nanti ya Ayud aku mau anter anakku sekolah dulu trus ngegym, aku kasih rincian agak sore yah
Me:.........................#diem lama, perasaan campur aduk
Is it the only me?? coz it happen a lot T_T.
Minggu, 12 Februari 2012
Indraloka Park
Went to Indraloka park with my besties forever aka my baby girl Raisya n Rania *smooch*, located on Jalan. Mandor Hasan Cipayung Jakarta just figuring it out we takes 5 minutes only by motorcycle to get there. Near!!
We arrive at 2 pm when the sun shine is hot hot hot-not in a good weather to have picnic at park- but my little besties is force (when 5 and 4 years kids force thats mean including yelling and crying and a little bit fake sobbing) me to go there at that time at that day no matter what. So with the sleepy eyes mommy (that would be me) is manage to bring those little enthusiastic girls to the park.
Ordering the strawberry and soursop smoothies and the french fries for the snack, i went browsing while the kids playing them self. The smoothies is excellent, a little bit pricey for the not so famous park, still i will rather the good scene in Cibubur Lake, but that's too far.
When i was browsing and having my snacks, the singer which accompanying the accoustic band is singing Vincent (starry starry night) which been my fave since i was a kid...oh i think that will be another post:)
In a bad mood to write, hiks,here goes some pics of Indraloka park. Enjoy ^_^
Kamis, 09 Februari 2012
Paradox of Life
Imported this notes from my old notes in facebook, i forgot the source, am not writing my self but i found the words are catchy and it hit me in the head and think only a one per million second to nodding my head and said so true...
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but
have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller
families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less
sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems,
more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too
little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too
much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a
living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've
been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street
to meet a new neighbour. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've
done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but
polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write
more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to
rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to
produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods, and slow digestion, big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of
two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are
days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night
stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to
quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and
nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to
you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just
hit delete.
Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going
to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to
you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your
side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is
the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but
most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from
deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for
someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to
speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
i have read this notes like millions of times but never in my condition whatever i feeling in my tops or lowest emotions it gave wrong reaction. It just still the same reaction like shiver in the neck and just look back in to ur life and said he..lets change..we don't have forever..life is too meaningful...
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but
have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller
families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less
sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems,
more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too
little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too
much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a
living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've
been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street
to meet a new neighbour. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've
done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but
polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write
more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to
rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to
produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods, and slow digestion, big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of
two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are
days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night
stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to
quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and
nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to
you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just
hit delete.
Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going
to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to
you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your
side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is
the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but
most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from
deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for
someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to
speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
i have read this notes like millions of times but never in my condition whatever i feeling in my tops or lowest emotions it gave wrong reaction. It just still the same reaction like shiver in the neck and just look back in to ur life and said he..lets change..we don't have forever..life is too meaningful...
Suatu saat yang bukan sekarang
Old notes i wrote in facebook notes years ago, still i can feel the agony and the desperate feeling of being apart from my daughter, not that i do that in purpose,,,its just the condition is making us having those circumtances, won't again go back again on that conditions inshaallah..too difficult and too burden.
Aurania Sayang…
Assalamualaikum sayang, apa yang kau lakukan hari ini? Apa saja ceritamu buaat Mama hari ini?Mama Kangen Nak,,,kangen sekali, tiba-tiba saja Mama ingin menulis surat buaat kamu karena tampaknya menelponmu bukan ide yang bagus. Telpon Mama ke kamu selalu berakhir dengan kamu mengulum2 hape Yangti atau malah memencet tombol sana-sini hingga telponnya mati. Apa Kabar di hidupmu Nak, sudah brapa gigimu, sudah berapa pot bunga kau pecahkan hari ini, sudah berapa taplak meja kau tarik2 dr meja? Sudah brapa kali kamu tidur hari ini?Sudah berapa botol kau minum susu hari ini..
Sayang,,,sayang…
Ada yang tidak lengkap setiap, ada ruang kosong dalam hati Mama Papa dan pastinya Kakakmu setiap kami berkumpul tanpamu, puluhan akhir pekan tanpa kehadiranmu. Papa sering tiba tiba berkaca-kaca setiap Papa memandang foto kita sekeluarga dulu. Mama tak banyak tahu soal perkembanganmu Nak, maafin Mama y,,memang tampaknya ada hal-hal yang tak mampu kita rubah dan kekerdilan kita sebagai manusia tak mampu mengatasinya.
Setiap ada yang bertanya rania sudah bias apa, mama selalu dengan getir menjawab..Rania sudah besar sudah berlari..tapi mama kehilangan Momen2 itu, dan tiba2 saja kamu sudah sebesar itu..Mama sayang kamu Nak..My truly Princess Rania..We do love you Sayang.. So Much
Membawamu kembali ke Jakarta memang sebuah plihan yang semua orang tawarkan yang tampaknya terbaik ketika dilontarkan, tapi kenyataan membawa mama pulang ke Lumajang berkali-kali tanpa bisa mampu mencerabutmu dari akarmu..Apa betul kalau Mama bawa kamu ke Jakarta kamu bisa tertawa selepas itu?Kamu bisa berlari sekencang dan sebebas itu?Bisa bercanda dengan banyak temanmu semudah itu?Akankah baik untuk emosimu berpisah dari Tante Alia, Yangti Yangkung, dari Mbak Jum yang mencintaimu sebesar itu…apa Mama bisa menggantikan semua itu Sayang??Pertanyaan yang tak menemukan jawabannya hingga detik ini..Hanya kegalauan yang Mama dapat…dan kamu terlalu kecil untuk bias menjawab.
Suatu saat sayang,,suatu hari yang indah disaat Mama sudah bener2 berdiri tegap dengan langkah yang mantap Mama akan datang menjemputmu, di depan pintu kamar Mama dulu mama mengetuk pintumu dan bilang Rania sayang..mari kita pulang. Suatu saat yang bukan sekarang
Dengan Rindu yang teramat sangat
Mama
Aurania Sayang…
Assalamualaikum sayang, apa yang kau lakukan hari ini? Apa saja ceritamu buaat Mama hari ini?Mama Kangen Nak,,,kangen sekali, tiba-tiba saja Mama ingin menulis surat buaat kamu karena tampaknya menelponmu bukan ide yang bagus. Telpon Mama ke kamu selalu berakhir dengan kamu mengulum2 hape Yangti atau malah memencet tombol sana-sini hingga telponnya mati. Apa Kabar di hidupmu Nak, sudah brapa gigimu, sudah berapa pot bunga kau pecahkan hari ini, sudah berapa taplak meja kau tarik2 dr meja? Sudah brapa kali kamu tidur hari ini?Sudah berapa botol kau minum susu hari ini..
Sayang,,,sayang…
Ada yang tidak lengkap setiap, ada ruang kosong dalam hati Mama Papa dan pastinya Kakakmu setiap kami berkumpul tanpamu, puluhan akhir pekan tanpa kehadiranmu. Papa sering tiba tiba berkaca-kaca setiap Papa memandang foto kita sekeluarga dulu. Mama tak banyak tahu soal perkembanganmu Nak, maafin Mama y,,memang tampaknya ada hal-hal yang tak mampu kita rubah dan kekerdilan kita sebagai manusia tak mampu mengatasinya.
Setiap ada yang bertanya rania sudah bias apa, mama selalu dengan getir menjawab..Rania sudah besar sudah berlari..tapi mama kehilangan Momen2 itu, dan tiba2 saja kamu sudah sebesar itu..Mama sayang kamu Nak..My truly Princess Rania..We do love you Sayang.. So Much
Membawamu kembali ke Jakarta memang sebuah plihan yang semua orang tawarkan yang tampaknya terbaik ketika dilontarkan, tapi kenyataan membawa mama pulang ke Lumajang berkali-kali tanpa bisa mampu mencerabutmu dari akarmu..Apa betul kalau Mama bawa kamu ke Jakarta kamu bisa tertawa selepas itu?Kamu bisa berlari sekencang dan sebebas itu?Bisa bercanda dengan banyak temanmu semudah itu?Akankah baik untuk emosimu berpisah dari Tante Alia, Yangti Yangkung, dari Mbak Jum yang mencintaimu sebesar itu…apa Mama bisa menggantikan semua itu Sayang??Pertanyaan yang tak menemukan jawabannya hingga detik ini..Hanya kegalauan yang Mama dapat…dan kamu terlalu kecil untuk bias menjawab.
Suatu saat sayang,,suatu hari yang indah disaat Mama sudah bener2 berdiri tegap dengan langkah yang mantap Mama akan datang menjemputmu, di depan pintu kamar Mama dulu mama mengetuk pintumu dan bilang Rania sayang..mari kita pulang. Suatu saat yang bukan sekarang
Dengan Rindu yang teramat sangat
Mama
As i recall back...
Kalau Allah mengijinkan, semester 2 tahun ini kami sekeluarga akan segera pindah ke Malang, for a better life, for better living and environment, for better health for all family members, for the healthier social life...For the sake of goodness
If i recall back years ago, on 2001 when i went to Jakarta after the announcement of STAN , it was excitement, for the first time in my life i wil live away from my parents, a new experience those what i thought. And then 3 years after having the college graduation i was lucky enough to be put in Jakarta (so that what they said , since everyone is avoiding to be put on remote area where all the vertical office located). It was...so was...so old..so yesterday
The feeling of excitement is loosing through many years, Jakarta is too cruel for a mother like me, for a wife like me. I barely breath, i am loosing hope, for most time i feel desperate with the hectic situation. Okay, maybe its not only about Jakata, maybe its just me, my daily life in the office whose taking too much, the life is getting on the toll roads and i couldnt help my self to stop to pull over a while..
Maybe i just should move, to some places where family is always around -or near, when the traffic is not as packed as Jakarta, where the fresh air is free, where my heart is calm enough
Will be turning 30 next year, i really should pay more attention to the health, been on bad condition after the TBC disease 4 years ago..so believe me i know what i'm saying when i say this to you. Your health is more important comparing to those big bucks you have when you work in Jakarta (not that i have millions of salary in here hahaha)..*thats a mental note *
Anyway, should go back to work now, been occupied the time by collecting some photo from the office server so anytime i miss Jakarta (read: the office) all i need is clicking the blog.
Ciao..have a nice day
If i recall back years ago, on 2001 when i went to Jakarta after the announcement of STAN , it was excitement, for the first time in my life i wil live away from my parents, a new experience those what i thought. And then 3 years after having the college graduation i was lucky enough to be put in Jakarta (so that what they said , since everyone is avoiding to be put on remote area where all the vertical office located). It was...so was...so old..so yesterday
The feeling of excitement is loosing through many years, Jakarta is too cruel for a mother like me, for a wife like me. I barely breath, i am loosing hope, for most time i feel desperate with the hectic situation. Okay, maybe its not only about Jakata, maybe its just me, my daily life in the office whose taking too much, the life is getting on the toll roads and i couldnt help my self to stop to pull over a while..
Maybe i just should move, to some places where family is always around -or near, when the traffic is not as packed as Jakarta, where the fresh air is free, where my heart is calm enough
Will be turning 30 next year, i really should pay more attention to the health, been on bad condition after the TBC disease 4 years ago..so believe me i know what i'm saying when i say this to you. Your health is more important comparing to those big bucks you have when you work in Jakarta (not that i have millions of salary in here hahaha)..*thats a mental note *
Anyway, should go back to work now, been occupied the time by collecting some photo from the office server so anytime i miss Jakarta (read: the office) all i need is clicking the blog.
Ciao..have a nice day
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