waktu2 gini, mid-day.. dingin banget
matahari nusuk lewat jendela Y-2
tadi pagi wktu turun dari bis, the ground is covered with a thin crusts of ice.
di sebelah kiri, ada a couple.
ga tau apa itu lovebirds ato project group, klo yg kanan jelas project group
yg cewe.. kayak mix turki gitu. yg cowo kyk ada asia2nya (well both r kinda asian in some way).
they giggle n chat happily
sambil makan roti isi masing2
dan minum chocomel
so so cute
kayaknya all the problem in the world is not existent
and before leaving si cowo ngasih coklat ke cewe
yg cewe bongkar2 roti cowony
hhooww ccuuttee !!
sebelah kanan, the project group
2 cewe dan 1 cowo. dont really know in what year are they
tp tadi ngomongin branding. hmm.. communication? probably.
yg cowo n cewe dua2ny berkulit hitam, satu cowo kyk anak cina/asia timur gtu.
all three are not Dutch.
yg cewe pke jilbab
yg cowo kulit itam typical them, ngomong inggris cepet, not very comprehensible
trus, marjolijn n lida, discussing stuffs about their challenge project. those two girls rock!
so i wont b having this kind of environment in a couple of months. which is kind of sad. im sure im gonna miss this place a lot :)
i grew up here (sad but true :D)
almost homeless
two.. four.. six.. fourty-five.. €6.45
i lookd into my shopping basket: one pack of wok-veggies, 500 gr flour, 0.5 dozen eggs, 200 gr euro shopper pure chocolate, 100 gr albert heijn white chocolate. i hope the girls still have some sugar left.. and i do hope that my money is enough for the groceries.
im really broke now, my bank account is minus 399.32 euro, i dont really hv any income, and i just spent the last of my money on ingredients for brownies.
when i was in the metro earlier, on my way to central station, there was this guy, with typical homeless-appearance, scruffy clothes, dirty rugsack containing God-knows-what, that made a speech to the people in that compartment. "Ladies and Gentleman, today is such a wonderful day ..bla bla bla.. us, homeless people, where we can do activities together..bla bla bla.. so please give us any amount that you like, bla bla bla..". And then he starts walking around. Well, as you can probably guess, nobody really gave anything.
When he walked nearer (i was standing with my back facing the man), I was feeling the 20 cents in my coat-pocket, determining that i would give this 20 cent for the guy. well, in fact, he just walked past me. and then the metro stopped, and he got out. after that people smirked at each other, i didnt really get what they were saying, i could feel the mixture of guilt (didnt give the man any cent) and relief (that he got out) from the people.. for i quite felt the same way. If it wasnt for the kindness of Mba Mey (my housemate), I could still have a home.. and internet.
And I was wondering if I already did something in gratitude for all the blessings that I've got thorough the year. I am in fact, almost homeless you know. As i came to realize, the person in the metro was also quite nice, he made a speech first, at least. I know some beggars who just walk around the metro, shoving their palm to people, asking for money. And then there was this one street-musician, saxophone-player to be exact, playing the intro of "But you Needn't".. but that was it :D LOL.. after the intro, he played some unrecognizable-jazz-wannabe?-tune n then go back to the intro :D heheheh.. and after a while he would stop playing, turn the saxophone so that the umm that bigger hole part where the noise came out faced the ground, and.. some clear liquid flowed through.. OMG.. well you know what it is.. xD
Some people would say, "there goes another beggar".. they dont have any difference, whether they askd for money straight on your face, made a beautiful speech, or played an intro of a supposed to be cool jazz piece over and over again.
Is that right?
What exactly happend? why are those ppl on the streets?
what if you were them? you hv no place to go, you are hungry, you want to eat, but you are on this big city, you have nothing, you want to work, but you have NOTHING.
you people reading this, are either lucky, or you do work hard to earn everything that you have right now.
i lookd into my shopping basket: one pack of wok-veggies, 500 gr flour, 0.5 dozen eggs, 200 gr euro shopper pure chocolate, 100 gr albert heijn white chocolate. i hope the girls still have some sugar left.. and i do hope that my money is enough for the groceries.
im really broke now, my bank account is minus 399.32 euro, i dont really hv any income, and i just spent the last of my money on ingredients for brownies.
when i was in the metro earlier, on my way to central station, there was this guy, with typical homeless-appearance, scruffy clothes, dirty rugsack containing God-knows-what, that made a speech to the people in that compartment. "Ladies and Gentleman, today is such a wonderful day ..bla bla bla.. us, homeless people, where we can do activities together..bla bla bla.. so please give us any amount that you like, bla bla bla..". And then he starts walking around. Well, as you can probably guess, nobody really gave anything.
When he walked nearer (i was standing with my back facing the man), I was feeling the 20 cents in my coat-pocket, determining that i would give this 20 cent for the guy. well, in fact, he just walked past me. and then the metro stopped, and he got out. after that people smirked at each other, i didnt really get what they were saying, i could feel the mixture of guilt (didnt give the man any cent) and relief (that he got out) from the people.. for i quite felt the same way. If it wasnt for the kindness of Mba Mey (my housemate), I could still have a home.. and internet.
And I was wondering if I already did something in gratitude for all the blessings that I've got thorough the year. I am in fact, almost homeless you know. As i came to realize, the person in the metro was also quite nice, he made a speech first, at least. I know some beggars who just walk around the metro, shoving their palm to people, asking for money. And then there was this one street-musician, saxophone-player to be exact, playing the intro of "But you Needn't".. but that was it :D LOL.. after the intro, he played some unrecognizable-jazz-wannabe?-tune n then go back to the intro :D heheheh.. and after a while he would stop playing, turn the saxophone so that the umm that bigger hole part where the noise came out faced the ground, and.. some clear liquid flowed through.. OMG.. well you know what it is.. xD
Some people would say, "there goes another beggar".. they dont have any difference, whether they askd for money straight on your face, made a beautiful speech, or played an intro of a supposed to be cool jazz piece over and over again.
Is that right?
What exactly happend? why are those ppl on the streets?
what if you were them? you hv no place to go, you are hungry, you want to eat, but you are on this big city, you have nothing, you want to work, but you have NOTHING.
you people reading this, are either lucky, or you do work hard to earn everything that you have right now.
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after a long and exhausting (it was four am in the morning and i havent slept a wink that day) conversation on my current faith condition. a friend of mine sent me an email. he didnt say anything on the body of the message, for the most important thing that he wanted me to realize, was on the attachment of that email message.
it was this:
I dont recognize the hand-writing, although i know its mine, its just.. i feel indifferent towards it. in fact, i cant identify myself with the person who wrote the thing.
it was written 3.5 years ago. right before i left Holland. The Ulma that wrote the letter was really a different person from the Ulma she is now. I love changes :) Altho sometimes it can be a little scary.
Anyway, the point why my friend sent me back the letter (he scanned it actually), is that he wanted to remind me, of the person i who used to be. He tried to remind me, that I am the one who had made him realize, that shalat is important.
Looking at myself now, to the kind of person I hv become.. I really dont know how I should think. I have this thought that, I WILL go back to him. Some day in the future. Soon, I hope. And that little voice inside my head said "what if.. what if you never find your way back?"
it was this:
I dont recognize the hand-writing, although i know its mine, its just.. i feel indifferent towards it. in fact, i cant identify myself with the person who wrote the thing.
it was written 3.5 years ago. right before i left Holland. The Ulma that wrote the letter was really a different person from the Ulma she is now. I love changes :) Altho sometimes it can be a little scary.
Anyway, the point why my friend sent me back the letter (he scanned it actually), is that he wanted to remind me, of the person i who used to be. He tried to remind me, that I am the one who had made him realize, that shalat is important.
Looking at myself now, to the kind of person I hv become.. I really dont know how I should think. I have this thought that, I WILL go back to him. Some day in the future. Soon, I hope. And that little voice inside my head said "what if.. what if you never find your way back?"
mum...
I did this FS-Bulletinboard-Questionnaire thingy.. its about Mum
if u think u know much about ur mom, try to
answer this Qs... here we go!
after i read it a couple of times.. it occurs to me that some parts of me are the total opposite of Mum.. i savor coffee instead of water, my room is all messy, i love rats, i dislike being around people for too long (or too much), i dont really have principles in my life (although my faith told me that Islam is the only true principle, i hardly practise it).
for the rest, its true that i look up to her. i want to have her unlimited energy to set up things right, i want to have her radiance and keen eye for neatness and organization. but thats about it, for the rest, i refuse to be like her. she's a different human being and i am not her.
if u think u know much about ur mom, try to
answer this Qs... here we go!
1. what's mom cooking?
* sayur kangkung/bayem, ayam kecap (basics tapi yummy)
2. what's mom fave. food?
* she loves everything! hehehe
3. what's mom fave beverage?
* hmm.. aer putih.. she's a big fan of mineral water
4. what does mom love to cook?
* anything simple n delicious :D
5. what's mom fave color?
* brown - earthly colors
6. what's mom fave song?
* hmm.. she loves songs by chrisye (terutama yang "aku masih anak sekooolah.. satu es-em-a..") easy listening stuffs, pop
7. what's mom hobby(s)?
* hmm.. socializing, hahaha..
8. what does mom dislike?
* dirty kitchen, messy bedroom, rats and mices!! :D (dan sebangsanya)
9. what does mom usually do?
* going out with her friends :D (again, socializing) and making sure that everything in the house is clean and tidy
10. what d'you think about ur mom?
* the person who i look up to on many things :)
after i read it a couple of times.. it occurs to me that some parts of me are the total opposite of Mum.. i savor coffee instead of water, my room is all messy, i love rats, i dislike being around people for too long (or too much), i dont really have principles in my life (although my faith told me that Islam is the only true principle, i hardly practise it).
for the rest, its true that i look up to her. i want to have her unlimited energy to set up things right, i want to have her radiance and keen eye for neatness and organization. but thats about it, for the rest, i refuse to be like her. she's a different human being and i am not her.
ahum
so.. new leaf ceritanya..
*inhale*
cant u smell the fresh air :) ?
its -5 here
cold.. freezin.. tp refreshin ;)
perlu new layout.. tapi entar2 aja deh
*inhale*
cant u smell the fresh air :) ?
its -5 here
cold.. freezin.. tp refreshin ;)
perlu new layout.. tapi entar2 aja deh
halo
lg ga bisa ngeblog
ive lost contact wif my inner self (..blogger,writer,etc.)
so its official. cuti ngeblog until unforeseen time.
my apologies.
thank you very much for your kind attention, hehe :)
bye
ive lost contact wif my inner self (..blogger,writer,etc.)
so its official. cuti ngeblog until unforeseen time.
my apologies.
thank you very much for your kind attention, hehe :)
bye
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