One of my favorite songs by Francesca Batistelli. Happy Birthday, Jesus. Please be patient with me, with my crazy dreams and thoughts, with my imperfectness in many ways, with my indifference in some days. My false desires, mood swings, fears, and false humility, I am trying to take them away, as my gift for you this year.
You were there when your Father said
Let there be light
You obeyed when He whispered
Son, You have to leave tonight
To spend nine months in a mothers womb
Three days in a borrowed tomb
But it’s the time in between
That brings me to my knees
Knowing you came for me
And all that I can't be
I'm amazed, so amazed
And I thank You for the time in between
Don't take much for this crazy world
To rob me of my peace
And the enemy of my soul
Says You’re holding out on me
So I stand here lifting empty hands
For you to fill me up again
But it’s the time in between
That I fall down to my knees
Waiting on what You'll bring
And the things that I can't see
I know my song’s incomplete
Still I'll sing in the time in between
So many ways
Your love has saved the day
And I'm grateful for them all
But it’s the time in between
The middle of two thieves
That says everything
It’s the reason I believe
I'm amazed, so amazed
And I thank you for the time in between
Oh Lord, I thank you for the time in between
Monday, December 29, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
I do
It’s raining outside and I can hear the water dripping onto a tin roof. It doesn’t annoy me. If you add the symphony of toads croacking, it would be one of my childhood nights, which was annoying back then, but now not anymore. The morning just arrived, I think a porridge seller just passed by. I’ve been awake since it was dark, probably 4.30 am, although I’m not really sure what time it was. Since I landed, I’m never sure of the time and day. Well, why should I? When you’re on holiday, time doesn’t matter anymore, because there’s no deadline and no pressing matter to do. Well, except when you have to know that it’s 2 pm and you’ve got to stop browsing clothes already, pay your stuff, and meet your family in the main entrance of the factory outlet. Yes, people, I’m in Bandung!
I’m here primarily for my cousin’s wedding. It was short, sweet, beautiful. She was prettier than ever, with the white flowing wedding dress and curled hair. I love weddings and people exchanging rings, ceremonies with sacraments and couples saying vows. It’s pretty chilling actually, knowing that the vows are forever. When you are 26, you have to know that you’ll spend about 64 more years of your life committed to one person. That’s assuming that you would die of old age at 90 years old, of course. But, as much as they are scary, promises are exciting, assuring, and calming. They are the firm embrace when a lot of other things fail. They are love when you are sick, your pet dies, you fail to graduate, you don’t get a raise when everyone else does, when your twin children comes out two months before, or when the rainbow keeps hiding after the rain. They are love when you recover from your dengue fever, you buy a 2 month old golden retriever as you love puppy, your boss got laid off and you have his office, when your baby screams to the world for the first time, or when you find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Promises are scary, but they are beautiful and powerful. Promising to run is already half the marathon. Promising to die is half of human’s liberation. A wedding vow is half of a family's foundation. The other half is keeping it.
So, from the bottom of my heart, cheers to Devi and Igun, and their lives ahead. May you stay true to your “I do’s” and may God bless your family.
Bandung, 23 Dec 2008
I’m here primarily for my cousin’s wedding. It was short, sweet, beautiful. She was prettier than ever, with the white flowing wedding dress and curled hair. I love weddings and people exchanging rings, ceremonies with sacraments and couples saying vows. It’s pretty chilling actually, knowing that the vows are forever. When you are 26, you have to know that you’ll spend about 64 more years of your life committed to one person. That’s assuming that you would die of old age at 90 years old, of course. But, as much as they are scary, promises are exciting, assuring, and calming. They are the firm embrace when a lot of other things fail. They are love when you are sick, your pet dies, you fail to graduate, you don’t get a raise when everyone else does, when your twin children comes out two months before, or when the rainbow keeps hiding after the rain. They are love when you recover from your dengue fever, you buy a 2 month old golden retriever as you love puppy, your boss got laid off and you have his office, when your baby screams to the world for the first time, or when you find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Promises are scary, but they are beautiful and powerful. Promising to run is already half the marathon. Promising to die is half of human’s liberation. A wedding vow is half of a family's foundation. The other half is keeping it.
So, from the bottom of my heart, cheers to Devi and Igun, and their lives ahead. May you stay true to your “I do’s” and may God bless your family.
Bandung, 23 Dec 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Crazy in Japan
This is gonna be a quick shout out just to brag that I'm in Japaaaan!!!! I know it's just a one day transit, but it makes me quite happy :) The journey home has been satisfying. I mean, there is some drama in Austin airport where we almost miss our flight. If you are planning to travel with American Airlines.. DON'T!!! The service that they gave us that morning was terrible. We were waiting since the counter had not opened yet, til it's full brimming with people. Basically we got sent to the wrong line and after an hour of waiting they told us to go to the other line and wait again. Whaaat... Lisa, Wiwin, and I were quite angry, but luckily.... Vicky and Jeffrey were there to send us and they were the cool headed ones. And Vicky stormed to the first class passenger check in and explained the whole situation and screamed passionately and dramatically, "They are going to miss their flight!!!!!" Hahaha thanks Vick... So, for Vicky and Jeffrey.. As a thank you for waking up way too early in the morning to send us home, here's a little something for you two from Japan.
Yes Vick!!! It's your own, one and only, Japanese Coca-cola Zero!!!!
And for you Jeffrey, some fresh Japanese sushi! And I ate them on behalf on you! :)
Yeap, so we're gonna leave Japan in about 3 hours now and I have to go down for breakfast. There some drama in the Narita Airport too... One involving an electrical engineering girl, and her lost passport.. So it's definitely not me.. And it's definitely either Wiwin or Lisa. Haha.. take your own guess. So, here is another pic from Japan and I'll say bye!!!
Bye!!!! Indonesia, here I come! Abang2 ketoprak, wait for me!! Otak-otak dan lumpia Semarang, I lap yu!!
Yes Vick!!! It's your own, one and only, Japanese Coca-cola Zero!!!!
And for you Jeffrey, some fresh Japanese sushi! And I ate them on behalf on you! :)
Yeap, so we're gonna leave Japan in about 3 hours now and I have to go down for breakfast. There some drama in the Narita Airport too... One involving an electrical engineering girl, and her lost passport.. So it's definitely not me.. And it's definitely either Wiwin or Lisa. Haha.. take your own guess. So, here is another pic from Japan and I'll say bye!!!
Bye!!!! Indonesia, here I come! Abang2 ketoprak, wait for me!! Otak-otak dan lumpia Semarang, I lap yu!!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Wow, seriously?
Seriously? The last time was July? So, yeah, I guess this entry is long overdue. Pretty obvious from the spam comments all over this blog. And finally, here I am, out of boredom at work decided to blab for a while :). It's Friday night and as usual I'm in the METER lab having a night shift. I always promise myself to get something done during my Friday night shift, and not once has that happened. The heart is willing, but the flesh is weak, you see.
I am having my last exam tomorrow night and in four days, I'm heading back home. Oh, I can't wait to be home. Last year, my dad said that I haven't changed a bit. All the Singapore and US experiences, all the money he splurged to give me a high-end education, and the many years marked by blown candles and weight gain, haven't changed me. Really, Dad? I feel that I HAVE changed, though, hopefully for the better. But, I do realize that once I'm back home, I retreated to how I was about 7 years ago. I forget that I am 22, drive a car, and almost graduate. I forget that I'm supposed to be a mature lady, who has been well-educated, strong-willed, opinionated, and has seemingly important goals to reach. Once I'm home, I feel good to just be the youngest in the family and throw all responsibilities to my sister. And once in a while, I hide behind "teenage hormonal reasons" as an excuse for waking up at 11 am. Haha, yea right, more like pure laziness!
But, believe me, I have changed. I just don't really show it to my parents, so the way they see it, I'm still this 15 years old girl who wants to be a librarian, kindergarten teacher, police woman, and build a potato chips factory all at the same time. I know more about life now. I've seen some drama, I've tasted some hardwork, I've felt uncertainties. I think about them, and I act on them. I maybe naive at times and I still want the world to change into a giant Disneyland. But, I've grown quite a bit. So, give me a break if for a month in a year, I turn back to the girl who clings unto her mom's apron and forget that the world is still patiently waiting for her works. Home, here I go!!!
Okay, I've got to chase some people out of this lab, now. Time's up people! Got to shut down the lab.
I am having my last exam tomorrow night and in four days, I'm heading back home. Oh, I can't wait to be home. Last year, my dad said that I haven't changed a bit. All the Singapore and US experiences, all the money he splurged to give me a high-end education, and the many years marked by blown candles and weight gain, haven't changed me. Really, Dad? I feel that I HAVE changed, though, hopefully for the better. But, I do realize that once I'm back home, I retreated to how I was about 7 years ago. I forget that I am 22, drive a car, and almost graduate. I forget that I'm supposed to be a mature lady, who has been well-educated, strong-willed, opinionated, and has seemingly important goals to reach. Once I'm home, I feel good to just be the youngest in the family and throw all responsibilities to my sister. And once in a while, I hide behind "teenage hormonal reasons" as an excuse for waking up at 11 am. Haha, yea right, more like pure laziness!
But, believe me, I have changed. I just don't really show it to my parents, so the way they see it, I'm still this 15 years old girl who wants to be a librarian, kindergarten teacher, police woman, and build a potato chips factory all at the same time. I know more about life now. I've seen some drama, I've tasted some hardwork, I've felt uncertainties. I think about them, and I act on them. I maybe naive at times and I still want the world to change into a giant Disneyland. But, I've grown quite a bit. So, give me a break if for a month in a year, I turn back to the girl who clings unto her mom's apron and forget that the world is still patiently waiting for her works. Home, here I go!!!
Okay, I've got to chase some people out of this lab, now. Time's up people! Got to shut down the lab.
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