Yang bikin kangen…

Yang paling bikin kangen sama Indonesia itu adalah tukang jualan makanan keliling. Kalau cukup beruntung, di depan rumah itu dari pagi sampai malam itu ada aja yang lewat. Misalnya, pagi ada tukang bubur ayam dan roti. Kalau bangunnya agak telat, jangan panik masih ada tukang ketoprak. Siang kadang ada kembang tahu, enak buat dessert. Buat malam bisa jadi ada tukang sate ayam atau sate Padang. Namun yang senantiasa hadir, dan suka lewat lebih dari sekali, ya benar, tukang nasi goreng! Yang juga sedia mie dan kwetiau. 

Hmm… Nikmatnyaaa 😋😋😋
#kadountukIndonesia

Stiker Ngobrol dan Makan Gratis

Demam chatting akhirnya menjangkiti Papah saya. Tadinya beliau berpendapat bahwa smartphonenya membuat pusing namun tetap dipakai karena suka dengan layar besarnya. Menulis dan membaca SMS jadi jelas, katanya. Sampai suatu siang Papah bertanya,
“Line itu apa ya?”
“Garis Pah.”
Papahku mendelik.
“Itu katanya bisa ngobrol pake stiker maksudnya apa?”
Oalaah… rupanya, temannya Papah ‘diracuni’ oleh cucunya untuk memasang Line karena, “BBM sudah gak jaman Eyang!” kemudian beliau juga ‘meracuni’ teman-temannya untuk ‘nge-line’ juga supaya bisa bikin grup biar bisa tukeran stiker! Lucunya ketika ditanya bagaimana cara memasangnya, teman Papah ini juga tidak tahu karena yah, yang kutak-katik hpnya cucunya. Beliau tinggal tau beres. Bisa ditebak kan selanjutnya gimana?

Pertama tentunya beli paket internet dulu. Untung sedang ada program bunet dari telkomsel, sehingga bisa coba berinternetan dengan terjangkau. Kemudian unduh line, registrasi dll, baru deh hp eh smartphonenya Papah kembali ke tangannya.
“Nih Pah, sudah aku pasang appsn ya di layar depan ya. Tinggal klik kalau mau buka, yuk coba line temennya Papah,”

Waow, ternyata sudah berderet temannya Papah yang pakai Line. Minimal yang memasang di hpnya masing-masing. Karena konon tujuan utamanya untuk tuker-tukeran stiker, maka sekalian diunduh beberapa paket stiker yang gratisan. Ketika beliau melihat daftar stikernya,
“Ini yang ini gambar-gambarnya lucu, kamu nggak unduh?”
“Yang itu nggak gratis Pah. Mau beli?”
“Nggak. Kamu nggak mau bayarin?”
Err…

Setelah beberapa kali trial dan error, akhirnya Papah bisa juga chatting (dan kirim-kiriman stiker, jangan lupakan stikernya) sama teman-temannya. Sampai kemudian,
“Katanya bisa dapat voucher makan gratis? Itu gimana caranya?”
“Kata siapa Pah?”
“Ya katanya temen Papah, tapi dia juga nggak tau gimana dapatnya, tau-tau udah ada aja…”
“Mau makan dimana sih Pah? Udah sini aku traktir aja,”
“Oh itu lebih bagus lagi, yuk, kita ke PIM aja ya sekalian ke Gramed. Maaah… diajak makan nih!”

Jyaaah… okeh deh Papahku sayang 😄😄😄

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Ada yang asyik ngobrol nih kayaknya 😀

Mamah Main FB

Tanpa ada hujan angin atau wangsit sebelumnya, tiba-tiba suatu pagi ibu saya menelepon dan bilang, “Kamu hari ini sibuk apa? Ayo temenin Mamah cari hp baru.” Heh? Sebagai anak yang baik tentu saya menjawab, “Baiklah, nanti aku jemput ya.”

Kemudian pergilah kami ke rumah kedua kami, PIM, atau Pondok Indah Mall. Penasaran saya tanya, kenapa tiba-tiba ingin ganti hp? Ada masalah apakah? Hp seperti apa yang diinginkan?

Ibu saya ini lama berkecimpung di dunia LSM dan masih aktif sampai sekarang. Rupanya banyak teman-teman LSMnya, yang mayoritas anak muda (karena mereka sekarang memanggil ibu saya, ‘Eyang’) , yang memiliki smartphone dan suka mengirimi ibu saya foto kegiatan dan keluarga mereka. Mereka pun sebenarnya suka menegur ibu saya lewat facebook. Karena Ibu saya bunet, alias buta internet, Ibu saya merasa sedikit bersalah karena sangat jarang membuka facebook (perlu bantuan cucunya untuk membukanya lewat pc di rumah) dan tidak bisa membuka foto-foto yang dikirim ke hpnya yang biasa-biasa saja itu. Yang membuat ibu saya lebih merasa bersalah adalah karena kadang-kadang beliau yang meminta foto tersebut. Contoh percakapan (sms) mereka:
“Eyang… anakku sudah lahir!”
“Oh ya? Selamat ya. Laki-laki atau perempuan? Lihat dong fotonya…”
“Ini Eyang.”
Tentunya dengan bangga teman ibu saya mengirimkan foto bayinya… yang kemudian tidak bisa dilihat sama sekali oleh ibu saya.

Setelah menentukan budget, fitur yang diinginkan, serta melihat-lihat aneka hp yang ada, pilihan pun jatuh kepada merek yang sama seperti telepon lamanya dengan jaminan bisa memindahkan semua data dari hp lama ke hp baru. Data selesai dipindahkan, SIM Telkomsel diaktifkan, mulailah proses belajar menggunakan smartphonenya yang baru.

“Jadi Mah, ini kartunya sudah aktif, tapi untuk menggunakan internetnya perlu beli paket internet lagi, kalau tidak pulsanya kemakan banyak. Nah ini paket internetnya sudah aku aktifkan lewat program bunetnya telkomsel, kalau kuotanya sudah habis, bilang nanti aku isi lagi,”
“Ok. Jadi sekarang sudah bisa lihat foto?”
“Bisa banget! Mamah juga bisa buka fb, chatting lewat bb, wa…”
“Tunggu… satu-satu dulu, jadi kalau mau lihat foto di fb bagaimana?”

Rupanya sudah tidak sabar ibuku melihat foto teman-temannya. Mulailah proses cara membuka fb di hp baru Mamah. Cara login, timefeed itu apa, cara membuat status, memberi komentar, mencari teman, membuka foto album (dan melihat-lihat aneka foto bayi serta anak-anak temannya) dan sebagainya.

“Paham Mah?”
“Kayaknya paham,”
“Ya udah tanya aja lagi ya kalau masih bingung.”

Lama tidak terlihat ada aktifitas. Sampai suatu hari, kejutan! Dapat notifikasi, “Fatimah memberikan komentar” Waks! Mamahku serius fban?
Yep. Dibawah foto yang saya pajang tertera komentar dari ibuku. Waow, Mamah sudah bisa main fb sekarang. Ups, harus lebih hati-hati berstatus dong sekarang 🙂

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Waooo… udah bisa komen di fb Mamah akoooh 😀

Midnight Musings

When darkness falls,
the lovers and the wannabes come out and play.
Their masks fell,
no longer covered by the light.

Come out come out, wherever you are.
In the dark,
your dreams and desires burst out from their confines,
trying ever so hard to materialise.

Some would succeed
some would fail
but the heart,
would refuse to retreat.

In the dark,
the lovers and the wannabes try
and try again
their heart their only weapon
open, for all to see

That is until the lights danced away the darkness.
For when the light finally shines through,
the lovers and the wannabes don back their covers.
Flaunting or retreating
their hearts
simmering
waiting patiently
to be happy

220414 – Lebak Bulus

One and All My Life are just an extension of my mom’s music

Simply excellent. Glad I got to watch the concert.

Listening to One by Metallica as I’m reading my news, I’m struck at how beautiful the string arrangements in the middle of the song, around minute 4 and then around minute 6 or the end. Okay so perhaps ‘beautiful’ might not be the appropriate word to describe metal music but hey, I’m no expert! I just like to listen to whatever my ears take a liking to. It got me thinking (I know, dangerous activity this, thinking) your taste doesn’t just evolve by itself, it takes into account influences by people closest to you; people in your household and friends.

What are your toes made of?

My parents actually has similar musical taste. They both like pop music at their time which given their age it means everything from jazz, swing, to rock n’ roll. Because of my dad western influenced education, he also likes classics. So come to think of it, the noises my house produces were rather wide-ranging. At any given time you could be subjected to Mozart, Benny Goodman, Elvis, The Beatles, Strauss, Louis Armstrong, Simon & Garfunkel, and Michael Franks. Each kids responds differently to this cacophony of sounds.

 

His voice is amazing. Right up my second sister’s alley. If she listens to current music that is.

My oldest sister seems to absorbed it all and likes whatever is cool at the moment. My brother takes after my mom and pursue a more rockin’ sound such as Kiss, Genesis, Iron Maiden, and Dream Theater. My other sister is firmly in the gentler sound genre. She likes Rick Astley and other similar crooner. Me? Since I was born even later, not only I got to listen to my parents’, I got the ‘benefit’ of my siblings too. This time, those who cranks it out loudest seems to win.

In his time, this dude is a pop star!

Yes, I like classical music. I enjoyed listening to the old masters, I am moved by operas and listen to some arias for fun. Yes I like pop music. I still love Madonna and Michael Jackson – I actually cried when he died. I absolutely adore Take That and has a huge crush on the Backstreet Boys. Yes, I also like rock music. Given that out of all the older siblings, my brother got to drive me around most it is no surprise I also likes the sound of Kiss and Whitesnake and I thought the art covers for Iron Maiden was very colourful and funny. I dunno why those skellies seems funny instead of scary to my 6-year-old mind. Perhaps my skewered sense of humour just developed early.

 

Oh look, a skeleton rides a plane! Funny! Right?

So I listen to all kinds of music but the clincher is of course the music of my highschool years. During my time this is no other than that famous Seattle sound aka grunge. I think highschool girls around the globe were in love Kurt and Eddie (well not me. Kurt made me want to cook while I kinda want to give Eddie a chill pill) at that time. Eventually, if push come to shove, ripping guitars and decisive drums wins out among others. I like rock music and its many variations a little bit above everything else. I still think that in an alternate universe, my name is Mrs Dave Grohl. (yes, how old are you again?)

Hello dearest 😉

Who do you listens to and what or who do you think influence your taste?

In Praise of the Fish and Chips

It has come to my attention, as one entered studenthood, they would most probably encounter a situation – unless they happened to be one of those obscenely rich ones – that in the middle of a bleak winter, with with nary a penny to one’s name, while there’s an upcoming exam or an extra important essay looming ahead, they must also face the fact that at that precise moment, they are also faced with an equally alarming threat. That of the rebellious rumbling tummy to boot!

Disaster! One simply can not think on an empty stomach! That is simply not done.

Now, of course you can say; well they ought to learn money management better and perhaps to cook as well so they will never be in that dire predicament. But I would wager, as for the rest of the student body, that they would be in similar situation. I mean, we’re talking about uni years here, fresh from mommy’s home, off to fend themselves for the first time, do you really think the majority of them would behave logically?

Well… maybe you would. But, it is safe to say, at some point any student would find themselves skint and hungry. What to do?

If, like me, you were in England, the answer is fairly obvious; beans on toast! What else? Frankly, I never got the taste of that I’m afraid. I did once on a sudden bout of nostalgia, took a piece of toast and slathered a healthy serving of beans. Two mouthfuls later I remembered why I only like the idea of it as opposed to the actual partaking of the meal.

So that’s not the solution for me. What then? Am I to withered away my youth until the next bundle of coins find their way to my reticule? Why, of course, the quintessentially British cuisine of Fish and Chips!

Joy!

I adore Fish and Chips. I do. I really do. Nothing quite like braving the gust of chilly winds up a block to our wonderful Chip shop in the corner. Entering the toastily warm shop, waiting for our orders to be wrapped up, nesting the package under our coats to warm our grumbling tummy while we trek back to the hall. Then, once safe in the common kitchen, it is time to tuck in. Oh heaven! Thank you for small mercies.

In all honesty, our Chippy shop is probably not the best in the England, nor Yorkshire, heck, or even the best in the city.  But, as it is the closest from our hovel (okay okay, our equally toasty hall) it is the best Fish and Chip shop in the entire city of Leeds. So there!

How about in other places? My Australian counterpart claimed that they rely extensively on a wonderful creation called; the meat pie. Cheap and filling, this delicacy has saved countless starving students from the brink of extinction during those cold cold winter nights. Practically each and every one of these former Ozzie got glazed eyed when they’re waxing lyrical about this baked goodies.

So of course when I finally got to visit Kangaroo Land I simply must taste this invention. And I did.

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This is it baybeh!

It’s…. interesting. Better than shepherd’s pie, more filling than ramen noodles, cheaper than beer, no wonder they fall in love with the humble meat pie. Perhaps had I gone there to school, I too would be a glazy eyed devotee. Since I didn’t, I pledge allegiance to the aforementioned dish. But since I know what it is like to hanker for something from our youth (yikes! I sound terribly old!), I got some to take back home for my friends. Got very positive reaction from most of them. Glad they do.

But you know what, they have Fish and Chips in Australia! They do! They really do!

Oh my, I am back in heaven!

Of course there are establishments here that can fry fish in a batter served with a portion of chips. But it come on a plate not wrapped up in paper and the ones in Oz does. Well, they are still part of Britain, I suppose that’s why it is so similar to the ones found over there. One bite and I’m in reverie reliving uni days. Of Ellerslie Hall, Hyde Park, Roger Stevens, Eddie Boyle, Parkinson Steps, Casa Latina, Sports Ball, the Dry Dock, the Old Bar and lest we forget the ubiquitous PolyBop! Woohoo!

Be it fish and chips or meat pie, a mighty big cheer to those wonderful creation that sustain and nourish us in our time of needs. The fact that it can turn us from (reasonably) sensible people into poets and lyricist upon a mere mention years after we left Uni… Such, is the power of food.

Now, if I can only find somewhere that serve a decent Yorkshire pudding, I’ll be one happy bunny.

Scrumptious. No?

Gambling on Ideas

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keep on shining light!

A friend once remarked that she’s having trouble writing. Bogged for ideas? No, she said. Just the opposite. She has too many ideas she doesn’t know which one to write first. Well then, I said, why don’t you write each of the ideas down on a piece of paper, fold it, put it in a box then shake it, pull one paper out then write whatever is in that particular piece of paper. Aha! she said.

I don’t actually know whether she followed my advice, which is not mine sad to say, but is actually given to me by Michael, my high school teacher, when I was asking him for some teaching advice. I was asking about tips to enliven a class and this is one of a few that he suggested. (I wonder what he thinks, when the student he used to teach are now old enough to have students of her own) Then of course my writing class is pulled out before I can put it into practice but I have since adapted the idea box tip for other classes and it does liven up the classroom.

There’s nothing quite like playing god 😉 when you got dozens of eyes looking at you knowing full well that their fate for that particular assignment rested on one of those tiny piece of paper in the box (or sometimes, a dry glass) that are currently being shuffled. Moments from now, your name/group/number is gonna be called and you are about to find if you’ve drawn winners or losers! Ah the shrieks and the groans that ensues. Haha! 😀

Of course, not a moment too soon the whining starts. Miiiisssss….. can I chaaaangeeee??? You know, I’m pretty sure that ‘miss’ is a one syllable word. Either the rule have changed or my kids became Southerners overnight. Oh and the answer is one giant NO.

I actually did make an idea box with my daughter. She needs to work on her penmanship and was rather bored with copying chunks of texts off her books. So why not kill two birds with one stone? Why not have her work on her handwriting and writing skills at the same time?

It’s rather fun, cutting up the paper, talking about possible topics then find just the perfect box to put it all in. It worked for, oh, probably a week? Last time I checked there are still a fair few folded papers in her box. Oh well. At least her handwriting is getting better.

Now I think I may do my own idea box so that I’ve no excuse when staring at a blank computer screen. How about you?

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Think this box is bog enough?

 

Visualising Word Relations

When I got a smart phone, one of the first apps I installed – after the all important games and chat programmes – is the dictionary app. Years of being an ESL student, I can’t shake the habit of having it close by. Even now I still have 4 dictionaries and 1 thesaurus on the shelve above my desk. So of course I just have to install it on my phone. It won’t be my phone otherwise 😉

It’s very handy having a dictionary on your phone. Anytime I came across a new word I could just type it up and there you have it.  I used to also install thesaurus, synonym game, etc but since my newest phone has less storage space than the old one I had to streamline and just have the one dictionary since it also has the synonym and antonym feature on it.

Now that I am venturing back towards blogging, I started looking words up on a new tab instead of on my phone and I noticed a new feature, particularly when looking up synonyms; word visualisation!

It started pretty normal, you type the word you’re looking, press enter and it’ll spew the answers. But, as a scroll down, it now gives a visual description how closely those other words are related to the one I’m looking at. Like this:

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This is so COOL!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s very geeky I know. but hey, I’m a student of words. I used to live and breathe words throughout my student years. I get excited to see these things 😀

Now, it is not the most fascinating thing you see? I wish they had this feature back then as it would definitely make these words easier to understand. But you know, you never stop learning even if you’re out of school and have been for a looong time like me. Better now than never eh?

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The Synonym dance notation

And Off They Grow…

You always think of your child as babies. I think that’s one undeniable thing about being a parent. That’s what my dad says when my sister was getting married. He says, “Are you sure you want to get married? Aren’t you a little young to be married?” Well dad, considering at that time she was over 25, she is most certainly not anymore 😉

Baby no 1 saying hello to a plant

So now I have babies of my own. I have 2 little babies who are on their way not being a baby no more. But you know, you live with your kids, taking care of them day in-day out, manage their sibling fights and what nots, and somehow they stay babies in your mind. Until you take them to school.

Baby no 2 enjoying Granny time

Once your kids enter school… that’s it, no turning back. Every time you see their friends you’re reminded how fast they are growing. You may deny it at home, but at school it is harder. They get taller, chattier, more independent. Why can’t they just stay young forever?

Ah but they can’t though can they? Nor can you. Yes you 😉 Not much you can do about it, I’m afraid. So you know, just enjoy the time you have with them. Enjoy being with them, reading them stories, dropping and picking them up from school. Enjoy mealtimes together. Take family trips, have birthdays or whatever it is that you want to celebrate together. Have fun, have memories.

One day they will be out of your hair, they’ll move on and have family of their own. Gasp! My baby having their own babies! Not anytime soon I hope. But as my dad has shown, no matter how old you get, you’re still their baby. You may be out of your parents hair, but not of their minds. Never.

So here’s to parents and babies! Have love, have faith in this one big unstoppable journey.

Tada! Baby 1 and baby 2 slowly easing out of babyhood.

Cheers!

 

 

 

 

Pagi Hari di Jakarta

macet-jakarta

Kamis kremus,
menghadapi perjalanan ke kampus.
Macet bla bla bla,
makanan sehari-hari orang Jakarta.
Jauh beda dengan dulu kala

Ah apa daya, ini rumahku
Rumah ibuku, ayahku, saudaraku

Keluh kesah tetapi cinta
Kesal sebal tetapi ceria

Tak apa bila kau tak suka
“Masalah buat loe?”

Ini kelahiranku
Ini hatiku

*macet pagi 6/12/12*

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