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Nothing to do made me feel that I had to do something. Suddenly something in the head asked me to kill the feeling "missing Jogja very much" and get back to the past memory and…oohhh…. It was soooo long time ago.

My mom, she likes The Carpenters very much until now. Her favourite is this one. Enjoy it.

When I was at about fifteen…ah…so long time ago, hmmm…this song just inspired me to fall in love…hehe. What happened then? I have already forgotten it!

But now, as I just found this song again…I am again inspired to be in love. Hmmm… I’m on the top of the world…why not? The feeling "being loved" makes me happier and happier. Makasih ya buk…kangen nih! Kangen banget…ditelpon susah banget…gangguan mulu line-nya! Ya udah, akhirnya dengerin lagu kesayangan ibuk sambil berkaca-kaca, sambil senyam-senyum juga inget cinta monyet jadul….

Here, it’s different from in Indonesia, when we want to do qurban, then we have to really do it ourselves. We have to butcher it ourselves. Then, that day, my hubby really played "butcher". We needed more than one whole day to make it "all finished". But then finally finished…phffff!

A friend helped him to cut the sheep into pieces. We brought it home. Then when we wanted to visit his parents, he took a little part of it which has already packed in a plastic bag. I asked him : "what’s that? why just a little part?" He answered : "they have already had their own sheep, this is just the thing that I am sure you do not want to do something with". I kept thinking, but not really so curiously.

Just as we arrived, he gave the "gift" to his mom. She opened it. She smiled a.k.a. senyum kecut.  I then was so curious. I opened and took a look and smiled a.k.a. cekikikan. What was that? Oalaaaaaahhh….ternyata : torpedo… Ihihihihi. His mom must have thought : "Nih anak kurang ajar yakkkk!"  Ihihiihihi…..

Firstly, Happy New Year for all! A year just passed by so fastly. This year is really special for me, as I celebrated the new year at the same time as celebrating Idul Adha.

I just realized that this is very special. Why? Not because I have got a special gift, not because I have given a special gift to someone, not because I have a chance to go for holidays or shopping, but it is just because of discovering a generous heart of someone.

As an ordinary woman, of course I am happy when my hubby gives me a special gifts at the special moments. But…hmmmm as this year, we do not really have "the chance" to do that, then owkey…I understand. The gifts and all the things special, I have tried to forget it.

But then one day before the Idul Adha, my hubby said that we would do the qurban. Oh…hamdulillah.

Honestly, if someone asked me : "will you do qurban this year? I should have already answered : "not this year, maybe next year insyallah. This year we do not have enough money".

But…masyallah, I have a generous hubby, I’ve never imagined before. He knows well his priority (That time, I just had my own priority…hihihi).

So now, eventhough there’s no gifts, there’s no romantic holidays, I have to say…alhamdulillah. Allah has already given me a generous hubby. THAT’S  THE GIFT from GOD. I am learning to be thankful to God. I have to learn. I am wishing that the coming years will make me feel more and more thankful to God, happier and happier with all I’ve got. Insyallah. Just keep learning

Ramadhan, a year passed by so fast, it has been a year I am living here. It has been more than a year I have been married. Time is running so fast. Feeling like I haven’t done anything. Feeling like I haven’t yet done really something. Hmmm…this is then the time : Bismillahirrahmanirrahim NOW. I have to start to be better, minimize hot temper, reduce jealousy, decrease bad mood, maximize hard work, aggrandize positive thingking, keep smiling, keep being happy, keep sharing love, keep hoping to be a little better. A year passed by so fast, it is, and will always be until the time "to get back". InsyAllah khusnul khotimah. Amin.

Yesterday, I walked down town under the rain. It was hard, as it was so cold in a wet coat, but nice anyway. Today, it seems like I am gonna have another wet day.

As a lazy one, I prefer to just stay calmly at home. Enjoying the sensation of the rain. And just sitting around, grooving on the TV

I am missing so much to go back hometown,  grooving on the rain, munching "gorengan". Ohhh…gorengan : balok goreng, gembus goreng, benguk goreng, tahu brontak….

August rain without "gorengan"….hhhhmmm…kurang manteb!!!

Merdekaaa!!!!! Karena 17 Agustus, harus ngomong pake bahasa Indonesia (meskipun yang tidak disempurnakan…) di rumah juga. Pagi ini gak ikut upacara di KBRI, maklum suami bangun siang (aku juga siyyy!). Tapi kita tetep mau ke sana dan bertemu dengan muka-muka Jawa yang manis dan selalu kurindui.

O, iya bangun tidur hari ini langsung dengerin salah satu lagu favorit. Dengan mata berkaca-kaca, daku bernyanyi….

Indonesia tanah airku,

Hiduplah Indonesia Raya !!!!!

These recent days I’ve been thinking and missing my Jogja. Nothing else I can do other than praying and keep thinking like this below very nice and touching song…. Translation will reduce too much…

Kita mesti telanjang dan benar-benar bersih
Suci lahir dan di dalam batin
Tengoklah ke dalam sebelum bicara
Singkirkan debu yang masih melekat

Kita mesti berjuang memerangi diri
Bercermin dan banyaklah bercermin Tuhan ada di sini di dalam jiwa ini
Berusahalah agar Dia tersenyum… oh Berubahlah agar Dia tersenyum

The pic is taken from this site.

As I learned how to write down a simple letter in French yesterday in my class, here I will write down a simple letter to you my friends

Chère mon amie,

Comment vas tu? Et comment va ta famille? Moi, ça va bien, hamdulillah. J’habite à Bruxelles depuis 6 mois. Je vais à l’école, j’apprends le français.

Dans ma classe, tout les étudiants sont étrangers. Il y a un Iranien, deux Turcs, deux Chinoises, un Chinois, une Afghane, deux Russes, un Colombien, trois Marocaines, trois Marocains, un Irakien, une Libanaise, un Bulgare, une Péruvienne, un Portugais, un Equatorien, un Arménien, un Tchétchène, une Canadienne, une Somalienne, un Rwandais, une Rwandaise, un Nigérien, deux Nigériennes, et une Indonésienne (c’est moi).

Tous les étudiants sont très sympathiques. Je suis contente parce que je parle un peu français.

Ecris-moi vite pour me donner de tes nouvelles.

A bientôt,

Myrna

Don’t be so impressed, my teacher wrote down that! I just copied it down and added some new words…especially for you…^_*

Yesterday I got my first French song! Les marrionnettes! Les marrionettes are kind of puppets made of paper and string. Here is the song:

Les marionnettes

Moi, je construis des marionnettes

Avec de la ficelle et du papier

Elles sont jolies les mignonnettes

Je vais, je vais vous les présenter

L’une d’entre elles est la plus belle

Elle sait bien dire papa maman

Quand à son frère il peut prédire pour demain la pluie ou bien le beau temps

Chez nous à chaque instant c’est jour de fête

Grâce au petit clown qui nous fait rire

Même Alexa cette pauvrette

Oublie, oublie, qu’elle a toujours pleuré

Moi je construis des marionnettes

Avec de la ficelle et du papier

Elles sont jolies les mignonnettes

Elles vous diront, elles vous diront

Que je suis leur ami, que je suis leur ami

Que je suis leur ami, leur ami…..

That’s the story about the puppets. I will not explain the meaning of the song in details as I myself have to learn more French to know what exactly the details are…hehe! But shortly, yes that’s the story about a puppet. He, the one who sing the song,  is introducing himself and his family. All the puppets make party and laugh, except one of them, Alexa, who always cries. Something like that….

I like it…. Nice ha? Hamdulillah.

God creates differences to make this life so beautiful. I feel that I am truly blessed always surrounded by many friends with many differences.

When I was still in Jakarta, I was surrounded by friends with different religions, different cultures. They are always so nice. I always feel so blessed for that.

And now, again I feel truly blessed as I am surrounded by friends with many differences in my French class. Just in 2 weeks we are now good friends.

Really I feel blessed as the term "unity in diversity" is always there in my life. Different races, different religions, different ages…they make me truly blessed! Alhamdulillah.

Today there were friends in the class showed me how beautiful the diversity is!