Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Our Little Agassi

Jagoan kecilku lagi seneng sama mainan barunya: raket tenis mini (yg khusus buat kiddo tentunya). Hadiah spesial dari Nenek Puni di hari ulang tahunnya.
Memang dasar anak ayah, dia langsung “klik” sama raket tenis mainannya.

Ini dia gayanya kalo lagi sibuk beraksi dengan raket tenisnya:




















Ayah :
Nanti kalo dia besar latihan tennis sama ayah ya..Ayah dulu juga latihan tennis dari kecil, Bun..Siapa tau dia mewarisi bakat aku..”

Bunda:
Pasti sayang..trus bunda ngapain? Bunda kan juga dulu latian tennis, ikutan latian aja ya?”

Ayah:
Mendingan Bunda latihan berenang..kan bunda masih belum bisa berenang, ntar kebalap Ferrel lho..”

Bunda:**kesel**

Ultah si Bude Brownies

Huppy B-day bude brownies..
Iya, bude Wika si pembuat brownies hari ini ultah..
(pssstt.. she turned 30 loh today..dah gede ya, padahal kecil loh orangnya..)

Aku cuma mau bilang:
Wishing u all the best ya dear..

Ngomong-ngomong, katanya pembuat brownies, kok ultah malah bagi-bagi donat?
Aku jadi bingung niy..

Bude brownies atau Bude Donutkah sebenarnya dirimu?


Me Love Futsal

My next giant step (effective per 1 December) menyisakan kenangan yang semalam sempat terlintas di benak saya:
Waduh, ga bisa main futsal lagi deyy di PPAKH

Sedih banget kalo inget itu.

Futsal selalu menjadi momen yang saya tunggu-tunggu.
Di sela-sela kesibukan dan kepenatan bekerja, Futsal terbukti menjadi hiburan yang sehat dan menyenangkan.
It frees your spirit and mind.
Beneran lho.
Coba deh kalo nggak percaya.

Pertama kali main tahun 2002, posisi langsung striker, terus berubah jadi mid fielder aka playmaker, trus setelah nambah ndut selesai melahirkan, dengan segala daya upaya minta ditaro jadi back dengan alasan ga kuat lari bolak-balik ke depan belakang kaya dulu :-)

Dari tahun ke tahun kita juga berganti-ganti coach, so far semua coach menyenangkan, kecuali 1 coach yang tidak bisa disebutkan namanya, yang menolak mentah-mentah sepatu olahraga hadiah dari kami (as our token of gratitude).
Dasar aneh..


Coach terakhir malah sampai hari ini setia jadi supir pribadi yang baik dan manis dikala gank di kantor merengek-rengek minta diantar ke ambass..(Mwah buat Jamal..yang selalu dicerca dan dihina, but definitely a friend u can’t live without..ceile..)

Intermezzo..
Ingat Jamal ingat gado-gado pelangsingnya, yang konon kabarnya dalam rangka mensukseskan program dietnya, ybs makan gado-gado selalu, tanpa lontong dengan super duper extra kerupuk dan air putih banyak-banyak. Krupuk dan air yang banyak diklaim akan mengembang di dalam perut dan kemudian menimbulkan rasa kenyang berkepanjangan. Can u believe that? (Cause I can’t).

Anyways, my days ahead, with or without the fun days in futsal arena bersama teman-teman tercinta, will always be one of my sweetest rememberance. Sambil selalu berharap, moga-moga kalian masih mengizinkan aku bergabung dalam latihan kalian menyambut PPAKH selanjutnya.. *sigh*

Semoga…

*PPAKH = Pertandingan Persahabatan antar Konsultan Hukum (law firms) yang diadakan setahun sekali








Monday, November 20, 2006

Undur-undur Wannabe






Dear Ayah,

Last nite, mom and I were laughing histerically.
Tau ga kenapa?
Our darling son, asyik melantai dengan mobil-mobilannya
Tiba-tiba..
Entah cape entah iseng
Dia merebahkan badannya dengan gaya tengkurap
Aku pikir dia istirahat
Ga taunyaa..
Perlahan tapi pasti dan semakin lama semakin cepat
Dia melakukan gerakan seolah-olah berenang
Tapi oh tapi..
Berenangnya bukannya maju, Yah..
tapi malahan mundur.
Undur..undur..undur
Iya,
Persis
undur-undur
Sampai di ujung tembok kamar
Dia merangkak lagi ke depan teve
Lalu beraksi lagi…
Undur..undur..undur
Terusss begitu
Sampai dia capek
Lalu merangkak memanjat badan Bunda
Merebahkan kepalanya dengan manja
Tanda waktunya
Kelonan berdua..
Aih lucunya..
Ayah sayang,
our bundle of joy sudah makin banyak aksinya.

Iya..iyaa..
I know..we know..

You missed him.
That much.
**see you soon ya darling, tenang..4 more days to go. Patience..patience..

The Coffee Cats

Miawwww..
2 kucing duduk manis, di suatu sore yang hangat, pembicaraan mengalir begitu saja seputar teman-teman, teman dari teman, keluarga, pekerjaan..sampai saat dimana this very good-rarely to see each other-friend mentioned something,which is not that much of importance- kind of issue sih, but still, somehow, what she said seemed to linger in my mind..



*sipping her coffee loudly*
U know what, I heard this kind of story once too many. I think there’s even some books about this. Jadi gini Ma, this sort of people ya..well, sebenernya emotionally unstable, labil. There’s a void someplace inside her. A very unsecured person.”

Not a psychologist nor a shrink, yet she talked like one.
That’s what I always love about her.
Analytical, book enthusiast (yup, impressive background research), full of details and that straight forward talks.
Bottom line: ardent and reliable.
A just perfect sharing partner.

You mean like a copycat?”
“Well, if you choose to use that term, yes..”
“ Wah males bangeeettt..”
“Ini krisis identitas. Banyak kok kasusnya, don’t act that surprise.”
“How to handle this kind of person then?”
“ Yah gimana ya, ini bukan homework loe. Just handle with care though, there is no reason juga for you being violent atau gimana..”
“Ih, no plan juga ke arah sana kok..”
“ Good for you, see? We are much better person now..”
“Meaning?”
“Iya. WISER..”
**blushing**

And,from that point on, we were laughing wholeheartedly.
Ohh how I like the thought of getting WISER..

Di sore yang hangat itu..
The two coffee cats, re-united.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Ferrel’s Baptize


We decided to baptize our son on his 1st birthday, 4th of November 2006.
The nice thing is he got to be baptized together with his cousin, Laura (9 months old).
It was a sacred yet entertaining moment.
We were in a mass, sending our prayers in silence, but yet the babies were just sooo busy with themselves.

Selamat ya nak, kamu sekarang sudah menjadi bagian dari keluarga besar Tuhan Yesus, dalam Gereja Katholik..


Lookey lookey..Here are a few snaps from the happy moment:






The ‘threesome’ Dinner

Sepenggal dua penggal pembicaraan ga penting during our ‘threesome’ dinner at EX:

+Pi2nk:
“Pembantu guwe kurus banget deh, sampe saking kurusnya gw jadi obsessed kerjaannya ngasih dia makanan moloo..Eh tapi ditolak-tolakin aja tuh, katanya buat mbak aja ah”

+V3:
“Pembantu loe emang tipe yang ga doyan makan kali Ping..”

+Irma:
“Emang loe tawarin makanan apa?”


+Pi2nk:
“Yaa..macem-macem, pernah dia gua tawarin Chiki. Trus kata dia, ah enggak mau mbak, saya udah enek sama Chiki..”

+V3:
“Napa emangnya?”

+Pi2nk:
“Soalnya dia katanya siy pernah kerja di pabrik Chiki lama banget gitu..”

Ketik P spasi A: Pantes Ajaaaa…..

Pipink..pipink..lagian loe juga siyy..udah tau Mbok Ti kuyus kerempeng gitu, kok ya yang ditawarin malahan Chiki..isinya kan angin doaankk…
Oh well, perhaps, it’s the thought that counts..

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

The importance of being: ourselves

Someone used to be my constant reminder of this sort of significance.
That,
bear in mind:
to be our true-selves is priceless.
You can always in search for role models, but however, careful..
as it is differ from wanting to be one selves..

You are who you are.
That way, Value who you are.
For God has created you for a reasond beyond compare.
You were made to be different.
That is why, of all people, you exists.
You get to be noticed.

It might always tempted you to be able to live in someone else’s shoes
But for that particular reason,
Have faith..
And live by what He, who creates up there, has in store for u

Until these days I still think
it is most fortunate that I have faith
That my shoes will always be my comfort hideaways
A place where hopes, dreams, love and affections grows
A place to go home to
A place where I kept all my desires
In that tiny small shoes

It may not look perfect for others
But hey,
Who cares?
They are not even half fortunate to be able living in our shoes.

And therefore
We willl always walking..and walk..and walk..
Side by side – hand in hand
In our beautiful shoes.

We even made each other a promise.
That we will never get tired walking in our shoes.
It’s one hell pretty shoes.
Sure, everyone will envy.
But then who cares?

Singapore on My Mind



Just got the confirmation email from Lufthansa a few weeks ago.
Yup, the tickets have finally arrived.

Memories went straight to our first family trip:

Ferrel was still 8 months old, I carried him in his baby carrier (heavy as can be..), my mom and dad took us to the airport, there we were, ready to fly.

His dad was having his 29th birthday and we went to see him to celebrate the festive day. That was the first time for us to celebrate his birthday abroad, so everything was oh so excited.

Arrived at Changi precisely at 18.00 Sing-time, he was nowhere to be found. Oh my, I was already exhausted carrying my big baby boy. I was expecting that his dad would come soon with the baby stroller as planned. Okeiii, aparrently he was late. Nevermind.

I decided to take a seat, luckily, being the sweetest baby boy he is, Ferrel was pretty much occupied with the surroundings. I was able to relax for a while, waiting for my (hopefully) soon to arrive-husband.

30 minutes later, there he was. From the look in his face, I can tell that he’s a bit panic.
Yuhuuu..here we a re darling, u’ve been looking at all the wrong spots **arms waving heavily**

And, oh..the sweetest rendezvous.
Hugs, kisses, hugs again and kisses..
My, how we missed you that much.
Yes.
That Much.

The following days went out more than just fine. It was awesome.
We went to see sooo many places.
(big dissapointment since the Merlion is taking his “shower”)
We were busy with our little boy who apparently loved it so much being the star of the trip.
We celebrated Ayah Willy’s birthday romantically (even with the presence of the lil’ kiddo who made everything felt so much better)
Went shopping since it was also the Great Spore Sale season.
We just had a wonderful time.

Holding the tickets in my hands, those remembrances teased me.
For I believe,
This next trip is gonna be a blast.

C u soon darling..

Let’s get to the Gym

Weight obsessed, I went straight to gym.

Cape?
Buangettt..

After several muscle-forming, kick-ass running, and laborious sit-ups..the hard work is at last, paid off: 2 kilos of unneccessary fat is vanished. Gone.
**Gleg, wait a minute lady, 5 more kilos to go**

*Sigh* (Berjanji dalam hati)
Next pregnancy: eat healthy, proportionally and..Wisely!
Pregnancy is for sure no justification to crave madly.
=)

Nge-gym lagi yukkk..

The House (is finally) for Rent












The decision is made.
Just recently spread this news through the information super highway tools:

House for Rent

Location:
Legenda Wisata
Cluster **, Blok **
Cibubur

LT/LB: 140m/88m
2 storeys house with 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, kitchen, carport, garden and backyard.
(See attached files)

Facilities:
- Electricity, water (PAM), Phone (Flexi)
- Located nearby Eldorado Waterboom and Driving Course
- Nearby schools: Global and Sekolah Kristen Ketapang

For further inqueries please contact:
Irma (0811******)
irma.yunita@gmail.com or willy.widiatmiko@gmail.com

Please forward this email to your friends and families.
Thanks in advance.

Next thing I know, a phone call came from a sounds-like-interested to be-a tenant- kinda guy:
Hallo, bu Irma ya? Saya dengar rumahnya di Legenda Wisata Cibubur mau dijual ya?”

The upset landlord:
**Gubrakkk**
Mmmm..mas liat dimana ya? Via Email ya? Kan judulnya jelas loch mas..House For Rent gitu lochh..Meaning Saya mau menyewakan,buat di-se-wa, bukan buat dijual

The sounds-like-interested to be-a tenant-who turned out to be more of a prospective buyer instead of a tenant- kinda guy:
**Silent…………...silent………………....silent..**
Ohhhhh..eh..hehehe..iya deng, hehehe..salah ya Bu. Maaf ya. Makasih ya Bu.”
Klik.

Moral of the story:
Next time you read an advertisement (or maybe just about anything), read the tittle carefully before moving on to the content and made the wrong conclusion and embarassed yourself.

Oh wow, there goes my thunder..

Monday, November 13, 2006

Knock knock kiddo

Knock-knock
Who’s there?
Me..
Me who?
Me, me..the same old me
Same old who?
Same old person, been staying too long
Too what?
Too much, too tired, too unhappy, too bored, too many excuses
What excuses?
……………………
Why, that’s absolutely redundant.


*dedicated to a tired friend

The Orange Wedding












Last nite was our bestfriend’s wedding:
Evi and Reggy
(selamat ya mpok..kawin juga akhirnyaaa..)

The color theme was precise:
Orange.

Never went to any “orange wedding” before, so a lot of curiosity was playing on my mind **kaya apa yaa..kaya apa yaa..**

Arrive punctualy as agreed (19.30 ya gals..bukan 19.45), sign the guest book, celingak-celinguk kiri kanan, and there was Wulan, Nadja and Mike, standing just on the right spot: sushi and sashimi stand!
Clever choice!

Michael: “langsung aja yuk, salaman ntar, antriannya panjang bangeeett..”
Wulan : *nod*
Irma : *hypnotized by the delicious line of sushi and salmon sashimi-hands on the serving plate-next on the chopsticks and.. ok, ..good to go*

After a happy belly session, we went to congratulate the bride and groom.
Awww.. the bride is so beautiful, the orange theme was in fact decorated beautifully, not as shocking as I thought it would be..

Last but not least, the moment of truth:
Wedding Singer on stage – live performance by me, Wika and Winnie (as olweish yaa..)
Although the song we sang was not exactly the ones requested by the bride and groom, it was still a lil’ something special from us..and they just loved it.

Again, congrats dear friends, it has been a long exhausting journey.
So glad that you guys have finally made it to the end.

Have lots of beautiful kids together yaa…

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Happy Birthday my son..

4 November 2006, a sacred day, at least for me and my husband.
One year ago, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy named:
Nathanael Ferrel Matthew,
who currently just turned one year old.

The celebration was a blast.
The candle was lit and we blew it out with a big grin in our faces.
Happy as can be.
The crowd sang happy happy happy birthday,
wish us well and pray for the best years to come.

My son, hug me closely in his arm,
was without a doubt:
(our little) Prince of the day


Happy birthday ya nak..
Ayah bunda selalu berdoa semoga Tuhan senantiasa berkenan memberikan kasih karuniaNya
Yang terbaik untukmu
dan untuk kita semua..

Amin…