One of the things I learned from writing101 is make collections of word prompt. I did. I picked one up and it turned out to be ‘grace’ or gratia in Latin.

To be honest with you, this is one of the hardest weeks. And to write something about grace is almost impossible. I was stunned for a minute or two, thinking how on earth on this difficult times could I write something about grace?

My friend was only 24 when he breathed his last breath. Even I feel it’s not fair, let alone his parents. I remember the priest’s sermon on my friend’s funeral. He said that this is the time when we question our faith. This is the time when we question His being, His wisdom. And it’s so difficult to find somewhat a blessing during grievance.

I know I am not in the exact same agony. So I started to think backwards, reflect on everything that has happened this week. Then all my blessings seems countless. It doesn’t fix my problems, of course, but it keeps me focus on doing what I am doing. It keeps me steady. And these are all little things like the fact that I’m still healthy, I didn’t have to prepare or buy lunch twice this week when I was really short on money, today my father transferred some money to help me and my husband during this crisis, I’m employed, I helped people with my suggestions and actions, and many other things.

The little things that I need. Maybe they’re not representing of things I wanted, but I need them.

I hate myself for even wondering what to be grateful about. I know I haven’t been complaining, but not knowing that I’m still blessed even during this tough times, is already complaining.

Some of you must be celebrating Thanksgiving. I wish you all a happy thanksgiving day.

I don’t celebrate thanksgiving. But I really thanked the universe for showing me, once again, that everything in this life is temporary and that I have to surrender to the almighty.

I hope you,too, have something to be grateful for no matter how terrible your current situation is.

Happy Thanksgiving.


Last Day in Writing 101

Four weeks has passed. Unbelievable.

I had so much fun in Writing 101.  I learned great things and this is the most fun course I have ever taken in my life. This blog was created in June but not until I joined Writing 101 and Blogging 101 did I finally able to fully commit to the one dream I have: writing. Ever since I joined, I have always tried to write everyday, except for the days when I was down with infection on my lungs. So, I’m very grateful to all of you who have submit your critics and comments to help me make this blog better, and to Cheri Lucas and colleagues who have shared their ideas. Thank you.

I have just started a new series, so for the next month I will focus on that series. Probably, if I can develop the stories I will continue the series for the remainder of year 2015. This also serves as a motivation for me to keep moving.

This has been one tough year for me, hopefully the next year things will get easier. Hopefully, in the next year I would start making a draft for my first book (AMEN!).

Blogging University has been inspiring and motivating. Once again, thank you all for sharing such great energy.


Longest Journey To A Working Site

Screen Shot 2015-09-30 at 11.11.16 PMSo, today’s topic on Writing 101 is about taking a map as the muse. I instantly remember a place where I have worked, learned and lived for a few months, and I had to take longest journey ever to arrive on my working site.

I make a living as translator & interpreter, and I worked for a mining company once.The site is located in a different province to where I live. FYI, I live in Java Island and the mining site is located in North Sumatera.  I had to change two flights; one with the big common commercial plane and the other one with the small planes. You must know, that it can take 2 hours from my house to the airport alone. And the first flight, which is Continue reading “Longest Journey To A Working Site”

Last Day in April

She woke up feeling thirsty. The ray of the morning sun finds its way to light up the room through the lattice of her window blinds. Her head is still heavy and her feet… damn, her feet’s too lazy to even stand up. She almost literally drags herself to the dining table and pour some water to her glass. She gulps as she’s refreshed from the sleepiness and laziness.

Her phone buzzes and there is a message from one of her best friends. Ah, she doesn’t want to continue to listen to the same story over and over again. If you don’t love him anymore, just admit it already and break up with him! What’s the point of making him feel all guilty when he did nothing wrong? Well, he did, but you forgave him already! She ignores the message, walks to her terrace and just stands there, bathing under the bright shiny morning sun.

The phone keeps buzzing, so she heads back inside and there are two more messages: one from her boyfriend and one from her other bestfriend. She reads the one from her lover first.

“Hi honey, I’m gonna have to cancel our date tonight. Gotta an important meeting with the big boss. Don’t be mad, please. I’ll make it up to you. Love u so much!”

Yeah, somehow I knew it. “Love you too, Monkey.”

“Hey, good morning! Listen, last night I didn’t get a chance to tell you how grateful I am for all things that’s ever happened to me. I think God can speak through everything, right? As long as we keep our ears and heart wide open.”

Oh gosh, not this religious stuff again! I’m happy that you find your faith such a live-saver, and I am truly happy that you’re happy and feeling blessed, etc. But I really appreciate it if you can keep it to yourself. “Hey, morning to you, too, T. I’m happy for you. I always knew you wanted to say that, had a dream about it last night. Just kid. Have great day, love.”

She sighs. No one’s even bother asking about her plans for the day, asking her to grab lunch or go for a quick shopping. Everybody is either put her in second priority or bombarding her with their quotes and love stories. It’s her typical day. After she takes some more time showering under the sun, she starts her normal day. But she can’t turn off everything just like that. everything swirls up in her mind. She thought about her friends who is having difficulties moving on because her boyfriend lied to her and she’s now caught in the middle of love and hate issues. Her other friend just found a some-what moment of epiphany and thinks that she has made all the right choices after all, because it’s what God would have wanted her to do. And then her boyfriend. Yeah, Michael is always ambitious and focused. He’s currently working on a big advertising project and wants to impress his big boss so he could get a promotion, because he didn’t get his promotion last year. Everything is related to each of their past experience.

The past is either drag them down, motivate them, or totally change their perspective on life. She also experienced similar thing earlier this month. She thought to herself, this month has taught me a lot of friendship. No matter how hard the past is, no matter how strange we could come out of the trouble and move on with our lives, friendship is the one thing that helps me get through with all trials of life. No matter how I feel this morning–no one ask me about my plans or my smart boyfriend just cancelled our date night–I need them. They are my friends. And as a good friend, I have to support them like they did to me. 

She continues to walk in the pavement when someone grabs her waist and give her the warmest kiss. Surprised, she wants to quickly pull back her body and tries to get off. But the scent…the perfume… she recognises it. She opens her eyes gently and see the bright green eyes belong to her dearest lover.

“Do you really think that I am going to let my most beloved woman starts her day frowning because I had to cancel our date?” She laughs and pulls him closer to her chest.

“No, I should’ve known you’re the best man I’ve ever dated.” They giggle and walk down the pavement; their arms around each other’s waist.

I am still going to make it all up to you, hon. I promise.  Those are his last words before they separate at the train station. I’m looking forward to it. Better you treat me with something expensive. They giggle again, and walk separately.

When she’s in her office, she reads the text messages from her friends that are sent when she’s in the subway.

“Hahaha! You are my best friend, indeed! Lunch? It’s on me. I have to go on your street for some errand. I don’t take no for an answer. Love, T.” Huh. She reads my mind, eh?

“Sure! see you at 12.”


“Hey, sorry for bothering you all the time with all my complaints. I was so confused, and I know it’s all up to my decision. I guess I need to think with cool water, and not tequila. Thanks for everything, boo.” Wow, and she reads my mind as well! 

“Anytime, babe. You know we always have each other. Yes, less tequila more fresh water, pleeeeaassseeeee… xoxo”

Last day in April. Turns out everything is beautiful in the end, and she, too, has a lot to be grateful for.

*recreate for Writing 101 day 17.

Terima Kasih!

I am so grateful to be nominated for the Liebster Award! This is the very first award that I know of and am so excited when I heard the news from Inkeri.

It took a while for me to respond to the nomination, as for the time difference (when I received the award it was already past midnight) and the load of work I had to do. I have managed to have lunch quickly and prepare this for you guys.


Now, there are rules to this nominations, which one of them is the nominator should ask 11 questions and the nominee should answer them in his/her acceptance post, and below is my answer to Inkeri’s questions for all her nominees:

  • What’s your favorite game (board, console, cards, video, pc, whichever) to play?

I’m not really a gamer, although I’m currently  working at Gameloft (the current biggest game developer in the world), but    as a translator. I used to love chess, though.

  • What’s your perfect breakfast?

My favorite breakfast would be French toast with honey and hot ginger with lemongrass drink.

  • Is there a song you wish you have had written yourself? Which one?

I wish I had written Somewhere I Belong by Linkin Park.

  • What has been your proudest personal achievement?

Becoming an interpreter and translator for international organizations such as Australian Embassy, Jakarta, and FAO-Indonesia.

  • Which would you rather read books or blogs?

I’d rather read books.

  • What’s your favorite joke? Tell it to me.

I would love to, but it’s Indonesian jokes and the explanation would probably too long and the funny sense would be gone already.

  • What hobby would you like to pick up?

Carpenting, painting…anything related to crafting.

  • Who is your celebrity crush

Oh, this one is easy peasy..Johnny Depp!

  • What habit would you like to get rid off?

Easily agitated over small stuff

  • Do you believe in the olive theory? Don’t know what olive theory is? Look here!

Oh, wow. I just heard about it now. Hmmm….I don’t know the background or basis of the theory, but judging from the description per se, I guess I don’t believe it. Haha.

I hope my answers quite satisfying to you 🙂

For a change, I have to five my own 11 questions for my nominees:

  1. Who is your favorite author (or singer if you don’t really into books)?
  2. If you had a second chance, what event you wish had gone differently?
  3. Where would you rather be right now & what are you doing?
  4. Name three favorite songs from your childhood
  5. If you were an actor/actress, who would you be?
  6. Did you ever have a moment of epiphany? If you have, how did it change your life/perspective on life?
  7. Name three things you don’t like or wish they are done in a different manner about your traditional custom
  8. If you had the power, how would you change them? (related to question number 7).
  9. When was the last time you went to a family trip?
  10. When was the last time you travel with your friends?
  11. When would you like to spend your holidays with your relatives and where would you guys go?

Here’s my 11 blog nominees:

  1. Teacup Talk
  2. I rent you some sin
  3. Opposite minds
  4. A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales
  6. Dead pan charm
  7. Kelli blogs
  8. It’s Chilla!
  9. Rage el rock
  10. shadabrogers
  11. Voice’n Views

That’s that! And here’s the rules:


Please post a link to your acceptance post under the comments. Thank you! All of you have inspired me through this blogging experience, and I hope we can continue inspire each other.


The Perks of Being A Wife To A Rockstar

The perks of being a wife to a rockstar is that I get to make other girls envy me because most of the girls worship boys who can play music instrument and are in a band. These girls tend to think those boys are cool as they’re the centre of the public’s attention and popular, etc. I don’t marry my husband because he’s in a band or to get famous. I marry him for all of the classic reasons in liking a person–he’s kind, comfortable in being himself and eventually makes me feel comfortable being myself around him–and most importantly because he has passion and determined. We dated for eight years before we finally got married and in those years I was blessed and able to achieve even greater things than I am alone. So that’s WHY I marry him.

The perks of being a wife to a rockstar is that I’m also his assistant. In my case, because he’s often forgetful this role is extremely important… for the sake of our relationship. Part of this job is to help him decide what to wear, what not wear, and recently I even helped him decide which guitar he should take on stage. The latter don’t usually happen, because that’s his area of specialty. He is the guitarist, not me. But yeah, tonight before the show I asked, Why not use the explorer? He replied that this is just a small gig. But just before he left the house he carried his explorer. HAHAHA! I also get to arrange his schedule, sometimes, and when I have a Continue reading “The Perks of Being A Wife To A Rockstar”

What I do when I’m not writing or reading

I do exercise. For me, nothing beats a good run and weight lifting or Yoga class to blow off steam. I exercise as regularly as I write and read. Sometimes even more often. 

I go have some quality time with my husband. Being married to a sound engineer/guitarist/producer means less time to actually talk with each other. His work can take a full whole month (sometimes even months!) of overtime recording/mixing/mastering and whatnot. Being able to get away from all that and be there just the two of us is always a thing I look forward to. 

Reading Keri Smith’s books. Most of her book is instructing the readers to do stuff. So it’s not actually reading a book like we read novels, but it’s more like doing research, explore new ideas, train the creativity muscle and always think outside the box. I like it a lot, because I find it refreshing and inspiring. 

Do nothing. This is also one of my favorite thing. The key to be able to move on with the hectic daily life is to go back to oneself. I’m using this time to re-trace everything; if I’m on the right track or not, should I be doing more community work, etc. But most importantly, I just enjoy the serenity of it. Giving my body a chance to fully pause all kinds of activity and surrender to nature and time. 

Home is where your heart is

I never knew what it was like to be happy. To have a happy family who care and love each other. I grew up with anger, sadness, hatred, revenge, and neglect surrounding the whole atmosphere. Everytime I got back from school my heart swirls. What’s gonna happen this time, I thought to myself. 

With dark-unhappy childhood, I grew up believing that there is no happiness. It’s only for those who live a better life than my family. Better economy. Better choices. 

Things started to change when I went to college- I moved to a different city. Smaller than my hometown. There, my fellow college students thought I’m this rich girl from the Capital and have lots of other privileges than them. I found it hard at first, but then it changed me. 

That city and its nuances, college life and my new bestfriends-everything helped me to see the world from a different perspective. Being alone from family is hard for some, but for me then it was okay. I was doing extremely well and okay. 

No need to worry everytime I got back from school, no need to listen to hard rock music to silence the noise outside my room, and most importantly, no need to worry if I made even the smallest mistake. Everything was fine. I was happy though I wasn’t ‘home’.

After I graduated, I moved back to my hometown. Gosh, it was worse than before I left four years before. Then I became like common urban people. Living a life like clockwork. Routine. The happiness I built in the college town is slowly and surely tumbling down. I lost myself. I began making the damn same knot like my family. 

I realized that everytime I got back from work I feel unsafe, uncomfortable…still worrying things. 

One day I decided to resign from my job. A fabulous career, they say. Too bad, they say. 

But ere I am now, back to college town. Building a family of my own with my husband. Hopefully a better and loving one. 

So I guess it’s true; home is where your heart is.