Enthusiasm

hurry hurry!

come and see me..

though I know it’s no hassle free..

for all the hassle I really am sorry..

yes, it’s waiting, the flowering city..

happy, happy, that’s how I’ll be!!

Wawa

How I Write It

I miss writing my blog..

But right now, it is not the time for me to write miscellaneously interesting things on my blog. Cos I have to write about other thing that is much more urgent (I’m not going to say more important, because I also consider what I write on this blog important). That other thing is my research. I love writing, but writing is not that easy for me. Even writing these posts on my blog was not easy, let alone writing thesis of my research.

Every time I write, I put all of my thoughts into my writing. I think about the big picture of the idea. I think about the flow of how I’m going to write it. I think about the right sentences that can express the idea beautifully. I think about the words, the appropriate words. At the same time, sometimes ideas come rushing through my mind. Randomly. And it’s kind of difficult. I can say that most of the time, when I have a certain topic for my writings instead of spontaneous writing like this one, I write systematically, I plan it. So, those random ideas distract my planning, like I can’t keep up with the ideas. The planning can not keep up with the ideas. Nevertheless, those random ideas are.. ideas. I can’t write without it.

So, the whole process that I go through as I write, is probably one of the reason why it is so hard for me to start writing my thesis. Because I know that once I start writing, I’m going to go through it all. And it’s also the reason why writing even only three paragraphs of my thesis takes me a while. A long while. Like 4 hours. Sigh..

Back to the topic of missing writing my blog.. Yea, I think I have several topics that I want to write for my blog, but I haven’t been able to write it. The peacocks.. WWViews.. the liquid nitrogen.. Oh well, hopefully I can finish my thesis as soon as possible and as good as I could. So afterward I can write about those topics.

How did I end up writing this long?? It’s 2 AM and I’m in the middle of writing my final report! Ok, I should get back to real life.. Hahaa..

Wawa

Conversations – Sok Bego

One day, as I was talking on the phone..

Me: Ah jangan sok bego deh..

The other person: Lho siapa yg sok bego?

The other person: Ko lo ngatain gua bego sih?

Me: Lho? Kan gua bilang jangan sok bego.. Bukan jangan bego.. Harusnya lo tersanjung dong gua bilang jangan sok bego..

The other person: Grrrr…

Me: Kalo gua bilang lo sok bego, berarti menurut gua lo bego apa ga?

The other person: Ga.. *Grrrrr…*

Me: Nah, ya uda..

Hihihihihihi.. It had brighten up my day.. ;P

Wawa

Mother – Daughter

Every mother and daughter will eventually come to a certain point in their life, where their relationship elevates to a further level. That is when a mother starts to share her problems -could be recent, or past- to her daughter. Or if they have already had a good quality of relationship -in which it means they’ve always shared their problems-, that is when the mother shares her problem, and the daughter could listen and understand what her mother feels as a woman. That she could see the problem from the point of view of a woman and putting her ego aside -the ego in a child who wants her mother to be perfect and flawless-.

(I actually wrote this on September 16 2009 as I was doing itikaf in the mosque. I haven’t got the time to post it until now.)

Wawa

Experiencing Earthquake

This afternoon was rather unusual.

I was sitting comfortably in front of the computer -tweeting- when suddenly I felt my desk shaking and… it was shaking harder and harder! Then I realized that my room was also shaking! A thought came to my mind.. EARTHQUAKE!

I heard the girls downstairs screaming -the kind of scream girls make on thriller movies- “Aaaaaaa..! Gempaaaaa..!”

My heart started to race, I got out of my room as quickly as I could. The girl who lives across my room was also hurrying herself. Then we both ran downstairs, very very fast, along with the other girls, and went outside the house.

We gathered outside.

Then, I realized something. “Hey, what am I wearing?” Well, in case you don’t know me, let me give you a bit of description of myself. I’m a Moslem woman who wears hijab. And there I was, standing outside the house, wearing only shorts and a T-shirt. Without a thing covering my head. Fortunately, I live in a female-only house. But, there is one man who guards the house. He was there, so he saw me with that apparel. Sigh..

I was very panicked, that’s for sure. That is also why I just ran with whatever it was I was wearing. *grin* My room is on the 3rd floor, so the earthquake was felt pretty hard from there.

It was very scary. The earthquake magnitude was 7.0. The epicenter was offshore, 115km south-west of Tasikmalaya, West Java.

Well, experiencing earthquake definitely made my afternoon unusual..

Wawa

Links:

http://earthquake.usgs.gov

BBC News