@DoctorGraffin

I missed Mr. Graffin’s concert last night. Sad. But not much of regret. I really wanted to go, though. I asked my bro @okipwn once but since he’s getting married this week, he refused the idea. I wanted to go alone, but hubby told me not so cause I just got back from france and worried I won’t be fit for my bro’s wed. and I accepted, just like killing the idea of watching the cranberries on one cousin’s wed. Gee, this wedding stuff never stops huh? (Joking)

I love punk rock especially Bad Religion. My bros are responsible for introducing me the their music. When other teenagers are busy talking bout the newest boy band, we were like analyzing Mr. Graffin’s lyrics. Gee, we were weird huh? It’s a relief and deliberating to know that an american, doctor + lecturer majoring in anthropology had a twisting image of his own country.

Next time Doctor!

de retour

by the way, just got back from paris. the kid gave me a warm hug when i arrived at home. HEAVEN.

and no 5 star hotel bed could ever beat your own bed, plus hugs (and kicks) from your loved ones. NEVER.

Suis-je naïve?

“kok lo mau sih digituin?”
“protes napa?”
“mbak tuh disirikin lho”

J’avais quelques uns qui m’avaient donne ces mots la. Certain que je connais mieux, certain autre que je connais moins. Je crois que j’ai perdu un de ces nerves qui fait que je me sens moins sensible de mon autour. Pour certain des cas, je veux dire. Est’ ce que c’est de la maturité ? Peut-être, mais ca n’a rien avoir avec de l’âge puisque ceux qui sont plus sensibles que moi sont des plus âgés :)

Bref, pourquoi je donne l’impression a ce que les gens pensent a mon insensibilités ? c’est parce que j’essais de ne pas gaspiller mon énergie pour des trucs banals. Cela ne vaut pas autant. J’ai carrément d’autres choses a faire et en profiter. Pour nommer : ma famille et mon boulot. Même si les choses qu’ils disent ont touche un petit coin de mon travail, ils sont pas dans MON OBJECTIVE. Point. Je suis payée pour mes objectives. si mon chef décide que je suis pas payée autant pour savoir ce qui se passe, je suis pas contre, ni me sens mal. Chacun son objective, sa responsabilité. Si je me bats pas aux gens qui m’en parlent derrière moi, c’est parce que je ne voulais pas créer des mauvaises humeurs qui fait que je perde ma productivité au boulot. C’est tout.

Fin.

ELU-GUE

Seperti dibilang di posting di bawah, saya sedang berusaha keras ga mengingat2 sedih dan kangennya ninggalin anak seminggu lebih, dengan perbedaan waktu pula yg bikin jadwal untuk telpon terbatas.

Tapi ternyata susah ya. Beberapa malam terakhir, saya ga nyenyak tidur. Sedikit2 liatin anak yg lagi bobo di sebelah sambil elus2 kepalanya. Memang sih saya sudah pemanasan dengan menceritakan kepergian saya selama seminggu, dan meminta dia untuk tidur berdua papanya saja selama saya pergi.

M: Pilar, mama hari sabtu mau ke luar negri ya. Pilar sama papa bobonya ya, ga sama mama dulu.
P: Piya ikut! Naik pesawat!
M: Duduk di mana? Masa di koper mama?
P: Kope piya aja, warna nguning, ada lebah (*koper kuning pilar berbentuk lebah*)
M: -_-

Hmm, saya belum terlalu yakin dia paham tapi moga2 pada saatnya semuanya akan baik2 saja. Neneknya menawarkan biar pilar di Bandung saja selama seminggu, tapi berarti dia mangkir sekolah dong ya, sayang juga.

Aaah Pilar, kalo nanti kamu udah besar dan seneng kongkow sama temen2 daripada sama mama, baca blog ini ya.. sewaktu kamu umur 2,5 tahun ini, ELU-GUE-NEMPEL banget lagiiii :P (*mama yg aneh*)

Love you, kiddo!

Something cute occurred during this holiday. Pilar seems to be equally attached to both his mom and his dad. Now that the breastfeeding period is over, the father gets to interact in a more intense way than he used to.
The kid now asks his dad to bath him, to carry him, to play with him. He sometimes asks me to accompany them. But most of the time the boys are doing just fine by themselves.

I’m about to leave them abroad this week-end, for 10 full days. It’s a record. The previous ones were limited to 5 days maximum. I’m trying hard to let go the feeling of sad+guilty and turn them into thankful+joy. Why? Because God has smoothened my plan years back to allow me to profit the first two years of my son’s life, to give him all the necessary basic needs, before finally get the chance to grab work’s so far greatest challenge.

I must thank Him. People say opportunity doesn’t knock twice, but He made it: “opportunity knocks at the right moment” for me. The timing might be considered late for some people, but it is just perfect for me.

Wow, what an intro for a post which is supposed to be a pre-extended holiday post, as I will be seeing some old mates from campus, having girls day & nite out on my birthday, catching up stories with them, with non-stop French culinary, in between a training organized by my former campus :)