Chances and Miracles

Finished my second gre test with the result one last digit less than my previous score. Turns out me in a pregnant state with time to spare to study, achieved slightly more than me, who have had a baby, but constantly thinking of that precious little bundle of joy I left back at home.. his head moving from side to side, tiny tongue trying to stick out, placing his little fist to his mouth and nuzzling against my breasts.. oh i miss breastfeeding him.

It is the second time I left him for 2 nights in Jakarta. On my quest for overseas scholarships. I cant be more thankful that I have the opportunity of being shortlisted for two most prestigious ones.  At the same time, being remorseful that it has to happen when I  had him, at this moment most likely in his grandmother’s assistance having his afternoon bath.

Being here apart from him made me realize how much he feeds actually. Every time I pump I can collect more than a 240ml capacity bottle can. Its been a long time since my breast was this full and hard and leaking. Hope my ample supply of breastmilk in the fridge is enough. Kept praying that he is well there, and so is his grandparents taking care of him while I’m away. Which kept me thinking, am I being inconsiderate ?

I have never been this less excited, and I thought I was a relatively ambitious person. Seeing the excitement filling my fellow scholarship awardee in the group, planning trips, visiting sights, what they would miss, what they plan on bringing.. This lack of eagerness towards something new also affects me now, the old me would've chased that well-known restaurant nearby that she read in the airplane magazine and not spend the entire rest of the day back in the hotel room browsing  babycentre.co and only occasionally read awardees experience on blogs for preparation on my next selection phase.

I called mum and am so glad to hear hows Nouman been doing. He’s great and not so fussy baby. Occasionally I pause to look at his pictures on my mobile phone just to relieve the longing for him, sometimes I tweak the pictures and post it up as my profile pic in various 'medsos'. Typical. Lol. Its been great having him. Its a marvelous feeling being a mom. Hes the most blessed miracle in the world for me..


Anyway, I pray everything works out the best it can. Its important for me to give my best in what I am supposedly spending the time for and let God do the rest. Sometimes I cant wait for all these to be over to see what is in store for my little family in the future, where our next adventure is, how our lives will unravel and how we will cherish and marvel it together, be it watching over the sunset at the Sydney Harbour ? or looking down over the most vibrant times square next new year’s eve in NYC ?

lol. One could dream, couldnt they? Bismillahitawakaltualallah. I lay my faith in You.

A thing or two about Wisdom Tooth Surgery

Approximately 3 hours after my ‘phase one’ surgery on my wisdom tooth. I turned on the flashlight app in my phone and stared at myself in the mirror, mouth wide opened. And there I see the hole in my gum. And the few stitches surrounding it. The hole is still left opened to ease my next operation at this time next week. I grabbed another tampon and shoved it in, hoping the bleeding would stop, or my saliva wont get through.  And all the while I thought – man today was serious business.

It seems that I had an infection prior to my surgery on my nerve areas. It was not detected when the doctor taps my wisdom tooth crown, nor the neighbouring molar crown. The injection of local anasthetic was not in fact as painful as I was told. I dont know what is more or less painful, having inserted the jumbo blood donation needle, or the serum stuck down your gum. Neither did hurt as much as I initially thought. Reflex though, I cant help but had my shoulders tensed, squint my eyes, and probably released frightful expression on my face that the doctor had to reassure me not be as tense. After a moment, he told my husband to fetch me my phone so I can play games once the anasthetic kicks in. He reassured us it wont be difficult and that I should relax. I have to say he’s quite good at this. The humming. The playing game instructing. The talking to companions. The stories and the want-to-know-you part. Just what I need to have my mind focused elsewhere rather than on the pain and the major operation I am under. My doctor calmly waited back in his seat while talking to my husband, frequently checking on my mouth condition while I’m getting the hang of playing Monsters Ate My Condo.

Slow but sure, my face starts to numb. It was getting harder to do mouthwash. After making sure the anasthetic worked and that I did not feel a thing, he said we shall then start and recited basmallah. Most times I was closing my eyes, thinking of happy thoughts, my family back home, my hubby there watching over me, my favorite nephew, me in an interview phase of my scholarship endeavour sitting in a room full of panelists. All I can remember seeing once in a while is the metal hook that pulls apart my cheek, the assistant consistenly using the suction to suck up my mouth water excesses, the doctor and his cutting knife, an screwdriver liked shaped metal and the noisy drill. Little did I knew what the drill sounds like on  your teeth. But the sensation it caused me by hearing it. Even it being stuck on my house wall wouldnt sound as screeching. Some times the sound toned down to a more low key but still sounded as harsh. Making me ‘think’ this is a whole other level of my organ that the drill is now on to.

That thought leads back to how the memory of that ache being tapped by my dentists and the sudden stung it caused. The first time I felt a tooth ache it was oh so painful. So painful that you intend to damage it yourself. Since being examined by doctors caused them to tap on hyper sensitive areas, the memory of such feeling stung on me. And the whole supressing drilling and constant applying of pressure in my tooth feeds me unnecessary anxieties. Very stupid over hyperventilating thinkery indeed.

The gum was cut, the tooth was drilled in parts, the tooth is already wobbly but each time my doctor tried to tip it off of me, I feel an intense stinging ache from the root of the tooth until what it feels like all the way along my right cheekbone. I cant help but to ouch, reflex raise my palm to my cheek, and shed down embarassing tears. Again and again my gum is being injected by additional anasthetic, and though I was not afraid of it anymore now with the numbness state I’m already in, right at the moment he tried to tip the tooth out, the miraculous pain is still indefinitely unbearable.

I am thankful my doctor believes in conducting on what he called as painless procedure, and is very quick in being decisive. He paused after a few failed attempt to congkel the tooth and wasnt keen on forcing it out although I offered him to do it once and for all using full strength in one swift move. Thus decided to pend my operation since I had fully used the maximum anasthetic dose with a total of six injections when normal people had two, and yet I still felt pain. The sting lasted for about a few minutes but I easily sat up after an hour of (exaggerated) torture. Off my seat walking towards my husband unrealizing I spilled blood covered saliva on my way since my mouth is partially self opened.

We sat down together and had the doctor briefed us through. The what, the how the why. All complete. Very friendly guy who loves to travel around the world apart from doing his job. I was sorry that he had to do me the second time again next week. Since I was an anomaly and my wisdom tooth was very stubborn. But- all in all. It was a very interesting experience. First time my permanent tooth (should have) gotten pulled out, and it had to be with surgery. Something ain’t it ? 

Treating. And Where to Eat in Banjarmasin

Sometimes theres always that one person who wont allow us to  pay him/her back when we ordered lunch with. Thats exactly why i insisted to pay up the office boy who delivered our breakfast first. But again told us that the meal was on her, probably since another co-worker has already bought in these tasty warm banana bread-okay that sounds wrong- ‘roti pisang’ a traditional food, or wadai (literally translated to cake, but not the modern one you’re thinking of) for morning munchies earlier.

 And so the drama goes off.

Theres this custom where one deliberately rejects to be paid back. Mostly this happens when a certain sum of money is considered to be insignificant for the lender. Hence they will try in any way possible to have you stop waving the supposedly worthy paper note to them, whether it is forcefully putting the note back into your palm, putting it on your desk, putting it in your front pocket, all the while shaking their heads and saying ‘jangan’ or don’t.

It will also happen if and when, one makes an accumulative payment of the things individually bought together but at the same time. Where one steps up and decide to pay it all in advance. Not that the lender dont want it paid back, but still, if its odds money or ‘ganjilan’ they have a hard time accepting it too. The reason might be the hassle of finding the change is too insignificant, or you simply want the trnsaction to have an end to it. Hm.

So I was left unable to pay back 18K worth of nasi kebuli. Then I found myself contemplating. I had the equivalent to that in ringgit when i received an angpao from a married friend for chinese new year. It has a red flashy design to the envelope and in it was three two ringgit notes. Looking back, now i know the nominal here is considered not as significant.

Or can that be the effect of a consumptive local thingy ? I spent 50 bucks in Malaysia to buy groceries for a week. Here i can’t spend less than 50 bucks each day to feed myself and jajan ? Overseas, the tradition of treating a friend is rather rather. Unless you go out to eat on somebody’s birthday. If though your friend paid up when both of you sat down had lunch and walk to the cashier together, that only means you pay back later to them. Here the case isnt so. Spending 50K a day doesnt arrive to any guilt. That is a triumph. 50K can get you 10K for breakfast, 30K for lunch, oh wait- thats not even enough. .

Due to the custom mentioned above, and the usual spending of us people, thankfully – and thank you God – we have an all week dine out when my co-workers took turns treating one another. By this rate, Im feeling great for the economy. J

Heres is a list of where our team usually heads off to when we’re having lunch together (limited to Banjarmasin area) :

 1 ) Depot Rudy Banjarmasin, A. Yani Pal 3 – High Value, Banjarese Smoked Food, Classic Venue, The usual visit for Businessmen. Try out Urap, Udang Galah, Haruan Penyet

 2 ) Pondok Permata, Gatot Pal 4 – Medium to High Value, Banjarese ‘Smoked’ Food, Stall Style Venue, Mostly Chinese. Try out Patin Bakar, and order iced syrup as a drink.

 3 ) Neng Yasmin, Sungai Jingah – Medium to High Value, Banjarese Food, Classic Venue, The usual visit for Civil Workers as it seems. Best deep fried fish, try out Nila Goreng, Lais Goreng, Sayur Asem and ‘Mandai’.

 4 ) Soto Bang Amat, Banua Anyar – Medium Value, Banjarese chicken soup (the best in town), Varied Visitors from young and old, couple and families. Dont forget the chicken satay to top off.

 5 ) Warung Yuni, Sultan Adam – Medium Value, Banjarese Oxtail Soup. Be early! The dish is limited. Most likely to be sold out by 1pm.

 6 ) Meratus Pedas, Meratus – Medium Value, Best deep fried fish. Try Patin, Peda, or Nila goreng they have here served with Timun Serut or Cucumber veggies mixed with fresh coconut milk. Ice tea jumbo size is also available.

..more to add later !

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Assalamualaikum.

gee. so much has happened. to cut things short recently ive bought a new laptop. so yey, me gonna write more often, hopefully. ive started saving, investing, living with the best two housemates i could ever ask. work with the best colleagues ever. got a new, cool lady as my new boss this year. had trips to bali, singapore, and bangkok within a year. and i bought a new car. wait that's not all. im married too. a whole new chapter about that some other time.

so how are we in our resolution this year ? =)

keep writing so you can gather scattered thoughts. stay motivated, and keep that dream alive beyb.

Short writing on sightseeing.

Writing is a remedy.

Seeing all those great books and film made out of it. Inspires me to one day in my life be able to leaave something behind to.

Is it too late to start writing again?

Today was another hot walk. Although the roofs and integrated rail stations hovering us from the striking weather, it never failed to make my skin itch and scaly (saking dry-nya) which I knew later was an actual skin disease that happens to people who are used to the tropical climate, but came to this kind of land with the kind of weather that hits 18 degrees celcius. Hence the blotches from my scratches. Great.

I love seeing the little ticket vending machines surrounding the station, more than that in Malaysia. And obviously, I don’t often get to see this sight back in my country. You can tell busy people roaming with a preset destinations in their head, like the place was a hive. Quickly in and out as an expert in using those machines that pour out coins and tickets. Playing around with it and people watching has its own sense of excitement. something that you don’t do everyday.

The train was jammed. Unlike an empty LRT at Sri Petalling Station, once u hop on to BTS – at any BTS station- it is like going in a monorail in the middle of Bukit Bintang. Crow-ded. Good thing though us Indonesians *hashtag* were never exempted from being the ones who eventually got on board knowing how much more competitive it can be in a situation exactly like it in Indonesia. (By the way, we unconsciously kept doing the hashtag trend everytime someone made even the sligtest a mockery out of the country. Eventually, it became a habit)

The train moves steady in the air, cutting Bangkok and its high buildings in half. You can see them alongside to the left and right. Amazing. I cant imagine the city without it. Maybe that is the reason why the price for public transportation is a tad higher here. Compared to the bus we rode which only cost us around 8 baht. Man, that’s a bronze coin. Imagine it like a single aluminium rupiah coin you can use to take a ride in the city. So damn cheap. Anyways, taking the train to Phaya Thai cost us ten twenty (10.2), then switch for another thirty four. Stop by at Mc Donalds for Brunch in Siam Paragon, then off we went to try on the cruise at Chayo Praya River.

Boy it was a crowded ride alright. After standing to wait in lines for around 20 minutes we all hopped in the back of the boat, starting at the Sathorn, Taksin Central Pier when the ticketing lady would go around asking tickets for fifteen baht. Great view it was in the middle of the day. Though I could not find a sense of tranquility in the ride regardless the meditating view of the river waves and all sorts of boats, cruises and yachts fenced by modern buildings of all sorts standing as long as the eyes can see on each side of the river bed. Not a mistake going through the crowd to get to the front deck, because we ended up finding seats there. On the way, I saw some locals doing selfie images which was very much the same like in our hometowns except these ones obviously had no embarassment or whatsoever doing it when people are basically standing next to eachother.

Speaking of selfie, people here I reckon tends to be more self conscious of their self image. Maybe that’s an understatement since I, live in the rurals rather than the big cities myself. Maybe in Jakarta its common to see a person seem like he or she put on costumes. outifts so revealing. flawless faces and skinny postures. I can spot a young teen in his student uniform crossing the road and all the while was brushing his hair neat. Two ladies wearing off-shoulder dresses infront of me, gleeningly smiling to the self hold camera, complete with a striking pose and orange colored lips.  Young hipsters with a playlist track icons tattooed on his wrist. Then, almost every women had their eyebrows done too.

Just off the pier again we came to a traditional market that sells random stuff from flowers (for rituals in the temples0, to food and beverages. Overall the midday was so different compared to at night time. It was hot as hell. I could instantly feel migrain approaching. Eyes watery as the cold I had was getting worse.

There is nothing to else to do except write at night. At times like this, the trip feels like a bore and a waste. But none of us were in a prime state after spent breathless and wreck from 3-days water sport excursion at Krabi. Bangkok is just like Jakarta plus the BTS train. Going anywhere means leaving the warm cozy protection of the hotel and fighting the cold in the night in and out using the public transport. The demo gotten more packed as the sun down, we didn’t want to get caught in it either.

Next, The Madam Tussauds. I bet I could be bored seeing it in a wee couple more hours. How’d a house full of dead, white, un-living candles shaped like a human figure gotten that famous anyway? Not to mention expensive? It can throw a whole economic boost to a pool of my fellow boatsman in Kuin Floating Market. Too bad I was busy taking pictures for friends than to read and touch every single thing readable and touchable there for visitors interactions. Seeing some of the history of these prominent figures makes you so want to become somewhat more than as shallow and insiginicant as your current state.

I love my friends. That’s for sure. This trip isnt just abut walking around sightseeing, and into expensive park entries. Most of it is about instant living and move-in together with five very unique and charming people, really got to know a segment of each other lives, and most importantly – creating lifetime worth of memories full of laughters, joy and simply savouring a spontaneous lives for a brief grace period. So, do enjoy travelling while you can :)

Taare Zameen Par Movie

Taare Zameen Par a hindi movie. Very inspiring one. Teaches how each person that are brought the world has their own distinct talents. When the world demands accountants, financial consultants, doctors and other prestigious and highly paid most favoured jobs, theres this one kid one where once nobody could understood him other than his obnoxious attitude, incapable self dicipline, or how the letters seems to dance infront of his eyes, as it turns out he was diagnosed dyslexic.

Amir khan himself starred and directed this, which brings me down to tears. So heroic and a very bold act of altruism, when he concerns so much for the child in particular and polishes him until he came out not only above average student, but also a star in the end. 

Intriguing. Moral added values. Great shots and just perfect portions of animations added. Plus i'd like to say that it was colorful, sappy in good times and cute too seing the bunch of kids and their pure joys. A real freshener for the drama genre.

Reverse.

She started calling mom, mama too. Maybe since evryone in the house does. 

I never knew the difference, thought it was because of the post operation done when the medic world could get her feces out eventually. Thought she was so relieved from once having a hard time pooping that got her now so cheery.

She likes the attention of showing how accomplished she is at grasping her own fingers together and hold them both up. Or seeing that everyone cracked up so wildly finding out she was groning in pain at nothing when paman abdi,mthe very so skillful traditional massager, was actually pretending and in fact did not touch her at all.

Its true. Shes starting to lose some memories and beginning to act as a child.

Some people regard it as a misfortune. I see it is easier now to please her. She doesnt think unnecesarry thoughts as much. The life and stuff she left behind. Her life became so simple that all she cares about is going along with the daily routines and give best effort in curing herself.

By this rate she might not remember her other son at all soon enough. The black pawn of the family. One who once she sacrificed her life and every penny for, the well-being and wealth of some other long distance families that i never met (result of my grandad's polygamy act), and dragged mine too almost into separation because of him screwing around with debt collectors, police force and illegal associates for as long as he lived.

We dont know where he's at. And wont even try to find out as long as grandma never asked for him. 

The question is, will she ever?