A Book

I’ve always wanted to write to this beautiful blog of mine, trust me, I have. So many things I should share with the world but, again, I don’t know, I’m just usually lazy and tend to find excuses not to check this blog.

Oh, the dark age is gonna change, after all, I’m hopeful. And by the way, I will use Bahasa Indonesia more – just because it’s easier and quicker to write in my mother’s language, even though it will change the atmosphere, well, a bit.

So here I go, the new age of this blog. Don’t mind the atmosphere-changing mode in here. Let’s enjoy my post.

Welcome to the new world.


Have you ever read a book that’s different than any other books? Like, the choose-your-adventure kind? Buku itulah yang saat ini kubaca, well, I’ve read this kinda book like ages ago, children books of course but what I’m reading right now is for adults. Isinya bener-bener buat orang dewasa karena menceritakan banyak tentang pembunuhan, perselingkuhan, darah, cinta, dan lika-liku kehidupan orang dewasa pada umumnya. Buku unik seperti ini sudah lama tidak aku temukan dan aku yang biasanya merasa cukup dengan e-book sampe bela-belain beli buku fisiknya, just to enjoy the show.

And maybe because it’s such a unique book, yang halaman-halamannya lompat-lompatan untuk mengikuti alur cerita, the author can’t avoid plot holes. And I’ll tell you about it later.

I guess that’s all – I’m going to read the third story. On my next post I will share you how to read this book. Yes it has a special way, you must treat it like none other yang sekedar dibolak-balik kertasnya. See you later.

A Bit Updates

I need to write something once in a while. I got nothing to think of how a proper post should be written and since I don’t quite write about personal things here then I’d just write anything.

I should write that life has been going very well. Well accommodated, much loved, I even gain weight (it’s not much a good news). I can choose to runt and be ungrateful because many people have begun their life – you know what I mean, which I’m eager to have, too – and I’m here on my own way.

But being ungrateful is far beyond my nature because I always believe that good things are coming up.

I also read more, knit more, maybe even spend my money more (blame that cheap online shops and discounts everywhere) but for some things I gotta choose to be faithful (should I list them? No? Maybe later).

I really got nothing to write.

I’m wearing my new hijab came to the mailbox just yesterday, a very thin but soft-furry feeling that’s smooth to touch and light to wear, so not much complaints. It’s not a shiny fabric which I loathe. It’s also very much cheap, cheaper than rice boxes Mrs. Iin sells everyday and I got this without paying the shipping fee (again, blame that cheap online shops–the marketplace!).

I bring green grapes for snacks but they run out very quick.

Expectations

Expectations make an energized morning – making wake-up events, prayers, baths, and breakfasts easy and enjoyable.

Expectations about how wonderful a day will become. You just need to breathe all sizes of gratitude and enjoy every minute of it. Even better when you can double the mood by humming your favorite music on the road or at work.

Expectations about meeting a sweetheart, though you have no idea of what to do, but a glimpse of any mere thoughts about it or the person alone has made the air feel fresher.

Expectations make every movement, every action, every decision and every event something worth waiting for and appreciated. Maybe because the whole part of your body works together with your heart and mind so they become willingly thrilled and anticipated. You always know something good is approaching.

Nothing should be uneasy if your pace is overwhelmed by expectations. There is no loneliness or anxiety. No silly intentions like wanting to cry or to die how alone you are.

At some points expectations went away, leaving questions, sometimes mixed with tears or even leave you motionless. At unexpected moments they usually left. Just like electricity that keeps shutting off – all of a sudden you lose all the bright lights you’re comfortable living your life with, ruining you with darkness and blindness.

I know it’s a perfect time to fall apart and weep your heart out, but my advice is: be brave and be survive. You’ll heal. You’ll hope again. You’ll give new expectations a chance again. Things will usually return at times you least expect it as long as you hold on to the faith. That you, eventually, will stand up someday to be able to say “thank God I’m alive”.