Jan 30, 2013

Bad thing happen for a good reason

I just experienced a very bad thing about a week ago. I've got mugged and I must lose my Blackberry. It was happen when I went home from office with one of my office mate. Because we had same direction, so I decided to went home with him. I was on his bike and replied one of my friend's message. Suddenly there's a guy come and grab my phone. I was very shocked, I scream and spontaneously jumped out from my friend's bike and try to chased the thief. But because I wore wedges at that time, so I cannot ran fast. He ran crossing the street, and apparently there was his friend waiting across the street with bike. When the thief already on his friend's bike, I was hopeless and stop chasing.
That was my first bad experience. Well, I had almost been mugged for couple of time. But fortunately, the thief never succeed. But this time, I think it was my bad luck and it means that I must be more aware than before.
It's quite sadden because a lot of my friend's contact I save in my phone. And I must use my saving to buy new phone, while actually I already have plan to buy DSLR camera with my saving, sigh... But I always try to convince myself that there will always be another good thing behind bad thing. Because everything happen for a reason, including bad thing.

Jan 14, 2013

One day in TMII

Had a family function yesterday at "Taman Mini Indonesia Indah".  It was fun because it's been a long time I'm not spend time with my big family. This time I gathered with my dad's family. We had chit chat, lunch together, singing and dancing. The unique part was we sing with Flores language and dance of Flores traditional dance. My dad was born and originally come from Flores, and Flores is an area which is part of East Nusa Tenggara. Although if you ask, I don't have any idea what kind of language they use. I just don't get it.. :p
One of the famous dance from Flores is "War Dance", although there's also some others province have the same kind of dance. But every province - Including Flores - have their own difference. From the weapon, costume and music. There's also another dance performed, but I don't know what it's name. My listtle sister perform the dance along with another cousins.



Me and my little sister took picture at the entrance





Took picture in the traditional house of Flores


The War Dancers, complete with the costumes and fake weapons


One of my nephew with the costume, isn't he so cute ???.. :*




War Dance in group




The fighting scene



Another dance that I don't know the name :p


Cousin, me, and my little sister - Riska - in traditional fabric of Flores


Traditional clothes of East Nusa Tenggara


Tourist wannabe, hehehehe :p

This is one of Indonesia's cultural riches among many others. I'm proud become an Indonesian and proud of it's cultural riches...

Jan 3, 2013

Happy Belated New Year 2013

Happy New Year 2013 people !!! Hopefully this new year could bring you new hope and new joy. Although I start this year with new status and tears. Haha, so badly...
I just broke up with my boyfriend right before New Years Eve. After more than two months hanging, we finally decided to separate. I thought i'll be ready for this separation, but then I realise i'm not that ready. I thought there will be no tears coming from my eyes, but the fact is I cried for two days and my eyes swollen when I had New Years Eve celebration with my cousin and my aunties.
But the good thing is, we separate in a good way and still have a good relationship. We're keep contact each other and no hurt feeling between us. That's what I called maturity, when we can face bad situation with calm and sincere. Because I always believe, there will be sunshine after the rain, there will be rainbow after the storm, and there will be smile after the tears. So I don't have to worried, because Allah always have His own way to make us happy and change all the sadness with happiness. Well, I think I have to add one more New Year Resolution in my list now. Have a new boyfriend, hehehe... :p


One of our sweet memories