How To Prove That You’re Wrong?

         I’ll start with these words he said almost 2 months ago. „I think, it is better for you to marry Bule, because they“re gladly cook for their wifes ….“


          Yes. I was shocked hearing his words. Honestly, I really disappointed with what he said to me in the kitchen. Just because I cooked only rice and he cooked Chicken Corn Soup, it doesn’t mean he can say that to me or to anyone. It doesn’t mean he allowed to underestimate me. But, as usual I took his words just like that. What I actually tought after that was, how can I prove that what he said about me was a mistake? That I can’t cook, at all? I pray to God many times, oh yes I prayed often since then, that I will get a chance one day to cook for him and eat with him in the same table. Alhamdulillah! That day came. I cooked rice and hot mackerel with tomato sauce. For the desserts I gave him sweet mango slices. Big slices I mean. Though I was a little bit pushy to him to finish all the food I served. It was all done! Well, not all. He left for me a little. It was completely okay, because that wasn’t the point. I just want to prove that I can cook. That’s all.

my Salmon Tom Yum Gong

       Then the question was said. „You cooked often here?“ Huh! Finally you asked me that question. Feel so happy. I wish you know how happy I was just to hear your question. It showed me, that you are wrong. You’ve misjudged me, Skat.

        I don’t mean to be a bad or rude person, but I always try to prove that someone is wrong about me. I don’t cook in front of you, doesn’t mean I can’t cook at all. I think it’s my habit to prove people that they’re wrong and I’m right. Most of the times. ^^ They just don’t know many things about me. That’s all.


Bule = it’s Indonesian word to name foreigner with white skin and blonde hair.

Skat = it’s Danish word like „Dear“.

Moving (Again)

I ask you only one question. Do you like, if you have to move to a new home more than once? Well, If you’re an adult, I think the answer would be variable. I bet, most of adults has the same answer. Which is according to jobs and family. At least that’s what I’ve seen and heard from my friends families and newlywed couples. But, especially from what happened in my own family. But, what about an answer from   8 years old daughter? I tell you now.

Since I was born into this crowded world, I can’t count anymore how many times my family has moved. Honestly, I felt so tired in my heart and mind. But, whatever I said, I was 100% sure, that my parent won’t hear my objections. The greatest disappointment of this moving thing was happened in 1996. I thought it was only another moving. Who knows, we might move again in the next couple years. It didn’t happened. It was the last moving. But this last moving has succesfully disappointing me. I was almost crying in the car. Because I have to leave 6 pots of my chilli plants, that grew 3 days before we moved. I’ve waited for weeks to see the seeds came up. Usually, I took the seeds from fresh chilli, which already being dried under the sunlight. That time I took from my father’s seeds pack. After a week since the first day I planted, It didn’t came up. Oops! Something went wrong?! But then my father said, it took more time, because it wasn’t fresh chilli seeds. Hehehe. I think, I have to learn „a lot“ more start that day. To learn more about plants and how to be more patient. 

Sadly, I have left all those 6 pots by the day we moved. I’ve asked my parents to take it with, but they’re just don’t understand how much it means to me. 

Well, in the new house I’ve lost all the passion to plant something. There’s no frontyard and backyard. Then, I was busy at school and homeworks. Only little time to hang out with my friends.

A view from second floor window.

Now, I start to move to a new house. But this time not a real house. I have to move a new virtual house. From multiply to wordpress. Well, actually I really don’t like have to move all my writings and photo albums in this past 5 years. It’s a lot. LOL. Well, no time to complain but to move it all before 1. December 2012. I also have to decorate the interior and exterior design soon. So, I can feel homy, once again.

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Ps: If you don’t understand about what I mean or my grammar, forgive me. I learn, speak, write and hear German language better than English. ^^

You Were Not Okay

        I remember. There were times, when you called me many times. You didn’t have to tell me what happened with you. But I knew in seconds, you were not okay. I knew, you’re just to shy to say that you need me at that moment. Just to looked into your eyes, holded your hands and smiled. I didn’t have to say, that everythings going to be okay. You’ll know, I said that line from my smile. Because for me, to say something like that can be said through a smile from the heart, a warm look and a hug.

    Sometimes you just wanted to talk to me about your days, your problems and about your stupid friends. Another time you wanted me to hear your jokes. Some other times you wanted me just to sit beside you and held my hands.

      You were not okay. That’s all I knew.


  “ I’m a strong person, but once in a while I would like someone to take my hand and tell me everything’s gonna be alright.“ 

           Though many times I felt down, weak, ill, sad, disappointed, angry, tired. I tried not to complain to you. I didn’t want to bother you. But …

            Days has gone by. No news. Are you okay?