stories of some bad ass girl

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• his idea of dessert

Me: I'm feeling dessert. Fro-yo?
Him: Hmm. You should make deep fried Take-5 candy bar. You batter it with pancake mix, deep fry it, and then sprinkle it with either powdered sugar OR dip it in fudge or chocolate syrup.
Me: I'm worried about you. Let's just start juicing.

@_@

• .. and the job search continues..

Almost end of October and I have yet to find me a single job. Frustrated at times, but everyone around me kept on saying "There's time for everything.."

I have no other choice but to agree, keep on going, and give it no time of the day to be frustrated.
It could be worse, you know..

• yet another failed Ied celebration, but.

Only a day before Ied, did I find out about Ied al-Adha and the mosque in Falls Church that has a 11:30am Ied prayer (thanks to Allen for such important info!).. so I was excited and all. I also made plans to visit a new friend in Kensington to celebrate Ied together. I woke up early, took a shower, even prepared my Abaya to wear after I'm done with the mechanic.

Yah, there was this annoying noise that came on as soon as I start the engine and I was scheduled to take my car to the mechanic this am. I thought I could have it done before heading out to Falls Church.. but nope. I tell ya, we can plan all we want.. but in no way we have any control over anything.

Long story short, the car won't be ready til 4pm. They loaned me a car, but it's such an old ass car that is not even safe to drive locally, let alone going all the way to Maryland. So, there I was, pouting, driving back to the house. I was bummed. I realize how much I miss dhikr or just a simple Muslim gathering. At times like this, I do miss LA and its accessible information on events like today.

Allen came to my rescue. He offered to pick me up, have dinner, and just hang out. I felt bad for having him drive all the way out here, so I suggested that we meet up as soon as I get my car back. One dinner -no alcohol, as we both promised to only drink on weeekends-, an hour walking hand in hand at the mall, an hour talking in the car, a lot of kisses in between, and a Don Jon movie later, I feel so much better.

For once, I found someone who makes me feel the way I want to feel.

• yet another blissful weekend

For someone who's unemployed, I sure am blessed enough to have weekends after weekends full of fun.. including this past weekend. It's over now, but it still brings smile to my face just thinking about it.

It all started from having breakfast at iHop with Xave and Keean (I learned, quality time is best served with food), then continued to playing mini golf and cafe hangout with them and Irish. We went to this Korean bakery in Annandale I've been wanting to try which turned out awesome. The boys loved it. What did I say earlier about quality time and good food? :D

I then met up with Allen to have dinner at our new favorite seafood restaurant "Chasin' Tails" in Arlington.. and then... to top it all off, uncle Derek who happened to be in town called me and asked to meet with him for dinner/drinks in D.C. So, off to DC we went.

Allen surprisingly was okay to come with me to meet with uncle D, I mean, considering ya know.. this is like.. my ex-uncle-in-law.. yah :D He was very respectful and could actually carry a conversation with a group of 4 retirees! Uncle D, as usual, had something sweet to say about me. "You are so precious and I love you for who you are" He even said his nephew was umm.. stupid.. for letting me go. Well, duh? Haha!

He whispered to my ears "Allen seems to be a very nice guy", in which I replied "Ehh, he's aite!" and we both burst out laughing.

Another funny thing was said when he wanted his friend to take a picture of him, Allen, and me together, he pulled out his iPhone with a Porsche logo on it and Allen asked "Ahh, you drive a Porsche too?" He paused, looked at his phone, Allen's phone and said "No... Wait.. Oh man, you drive a Porsche?! Oh wow.. no, I don't drive one, but I wish I do, so let's not rub it in!" hahaha..

Afterward, Allen and I took a walk along Adams Morgan area, people watching, laughing at everyone's fashion style, stopped at a hookah bar for a minute, then went back to the car at midnight as we needed to head back to Stafford.

Oh, that was only on Saturday, btw. :)

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I've always been different growing up. My being the 3rd (middle) child might have added to it too, maybe. You know the old saying about being the middle child often has the sense of not belonging, the feeling of invisibility, which makes them try harder to get the attention from the parents to make them stand out more than the first and last child. They (read: experts and/or old people) even have it called a 'middle child syndrome'. I don't know... But yea, I grew up trying my best to annoy my parents, well, in my defense, I don't think I did it consciously. Compared to my other siblings, I wasn't the most polite child (my oldest sister was), nor the cutest (my youngest sister), and not even the worst (my brother haha!). Well, maybe I'm the second worst, which wasn't anything I should be proud of.

I grew up thinking I could do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. The sky was (and is) my limit. I was a tomboy and a bad kid too (I skipped school a lot during my junior high and finally got caught by my dad and boy did I pay much for it). I always love boys too. I know how to get them just by talking to them. I was (hopefully still is) a Miss Personality. I dated a lot. From one boy to another. I was obnoxiously flirty. My mom had (still has) problems with this "habit" of mine for liking boys so much. I always love English language. I wanted to travel overseas and spoke the universal language to anyone and everyone. I grew up knowing that if I speak English, everyone in this world would understand what I say. Make sense, right? Then I also always wanted to work in an office. I wanted to be a career woman, an independent woman who can afford anything on her own. I wanted to be bigger than the biggest.

Which isn't normal in any Indonesian culture guidebook.

By standards, an Indonesian woman is expected to be a good wife. Period. Oh yes, she can work, she can drive a car, she can play basketball, but at the end of the day, she MUST learn how to and become a good wife. Hey, first off, I'm not saying it's bad, I think it's great that a woman can be a good wife, but COME ON!! We, women, can become much more than that. We can be something bigger than that. Again, it's great to be a good wife, but when it's expected by the society, I think it's ridiculously silly. Human is human, regardless of its gender. We, women, should be allowed to have the same choices and opportunities as men, in any part of the world. Unfortunately, not in my part of the world. So yea, I'm fucked.

Before you punch me in the face for saying so, let me say this.

I tried.
No. Not just tried. I did what was expected of me as an Indonesian woman. Yes yes, I was married and did my best to be a good wife. Actually, I was a great wife. I did my best living my life by Indonesian standards. I was happy, but I turned into a different person who lived under a shadow of the person I was with. Yet, in my head, there's always this big question mark: Now what? Why do I feel lost being in this "happy" marriage? So, when the marriage fell apart, aside from feeling like the biggest failure in the face of the earth, I also felt..... relieved. Not happy, but relieved. For a few who knew me from/before the day I failed my marriage should know how devastated I was . I was broken, pathetic, lost, and pushed to the weakest point of my life. I lived in my own lonely little pathetic world (celibacy was part of it too) for a good one year.

But then I snapped out of it. HUGE thanks to my family and few of my friends who stood by me, helping me going through the worse time of my life. Kar who bought me a TV soon as I moved in to my own studio apartment. Sus who forced me to go get a vibrator to get through the celibacy time. Mel who gave me this silly book, sort of a guide, on how to be a BAD girl. Before I knew it, there I was having a buck fuddy, OK, two. ^-^

I learned my lesson the day I failed my marriage. Following the standard of a society is a good thing, but doesn't necessarily make one happy. Since then, I learned to live my life by whatever makes me happy. Sound selfish? Yes and No. It is a simple way of a person who wants to be happy. It is also my choice to make everyday a good day. To have a great time during miserable time. To be half full instead of half empty. It's my choice to laugh and not cry. To let go of hate and stop worrying so much. I learn to know that nothing, I repeat, NOTHING is a big deal. Because it doesn't matter how big of a problem I have, there's always someone else out there with a bigger problem. That's, my friend, when I know the exact meaning of "count your blessings".

Fast forward: Entering the 4th year of divorce anniversary *grinning*. Here I am. Stronger than ever. Bad ass for life. ^o^
[Monday, April 21, 2008]

Her mom and siblings and niece and nephew, movies, movies, movies, hats, unicorns, to smile and laugh, her friends, a Vinci Code, Mashimaro, manggo, black shirts, Gym, vodka-holic, tom Welling, dark chocolatte cuz its bitter, Korean language, Retro necklaces, Jeong ji-hoon, iPhones, Venice Beach, Nordstrom rack, hot guys with british accents, web design, Ebay, blogging (duh)

Pretentiousness, running (be in on a treadmill or outside), humidity, her left thumb, hypocrites, dangdut, hung-over, white shirts, tight pants, sandwich and salads, cowboy hats, black coffee, slow wifi