All I want is just to make Them happy

maybe you got bored when i talk about getting married. ok, i'm single, but i'm in love (even i dunno whether he loves me or not). yet people here told me that he's impossible for me to get. and i don't care about what people say. all i need is a miracle. they say i havn't tried hard enough.

when your parents are getting older, when your age number is getting higher, (humanly) you will feel like it's time for you to get married. all i want is both my parents are there when i'm married (i can't imagine what it would be without them). all i want is both my parents are there to play with my kids. that's why i always mumble about getting married ASAP!! all i want is just to make My Parents happy. please make them happy. come on, Lord.. i've been good enough for You all this time, no?

this evening in a busway, when people are eager to get a seat, i was thinking: this seat that i'm sitting on, i believe that Allah already reserved it for me long before i stepped into this busway, long before i open my wallet and pay for the ticket, long before i even think about changing my mind to use busway instead of kopaja! here i can define seat as husband for analogy. i believe that Allah has already reserved a husband for me long before i met him. another question came, what if this evening i didn't get the seat? so, now from the bottom of my heart i'm asking you (yeah you..) to please pray for me. please pray so that i can get married with someone i love. immediately..

iCook: Spaghetti ala Ulil n Fafa

yes! I cook! believe that! well, mostly Ulil was cooking and i was helping a little.. by chopping - chopping something hehehe...

ok here's the ingredients:

1 pack of La Fonte regular pasta (long) - 250 gr I think..

Pasta Sauce - as much as you like

tomato - as much as you like, chopped

bawang Bombay - as much as you like, chopped

sausage - as much as you like, chopped

champion mushroom - as much as you like, chopped

salt - as much as you like

black pepper - as much as you like

cheddar cheese - as much as you like

first, cook the regular pasta in a hot boiling water.. oh, and add some salt also. meanwhile, ask your friend (me! :D) to chop the tomato, bawang bombay, sausage and champion mushroom. i guess ulil was frying the chopped bawang bombay, then tomato, pasta sauce, sausage and champion mushroom (later they all known as a sauce). then after the pasta is perfectly cooked, drain the water. give the pasta some mentega and stir it well. serve in a plate, first take the pasta.. then pour the sauce as topping, add some grated cheese. done!

actually we've made like for 5 portions, but it's finished only by two of us. Bon Appetit!

Sexy Sexy Sexy!!

you might think that good looking men with six-pack and muscle are sexy. well, for me thats not it.

Sexy.. acording to FAFA:

1. a man who can engage me in a conversation for a long time, he definitely is sexy.
2. a man is sexy when he threw some clever and classy jokes. guess what, women love someone who can make them laugh. and oh, I am a woman.
3. a man with brain!! total sexy. enough said.
4. a man with good musical taste is sexy. ;) if he can play instruments that would be great, so we can collaborate. but that don't really matter to me, if he can't then i would just play it. :)
5. a man who likes to sing is sexy.. if he CAN sing, that's a plus :D if I ever ask you for a duet, you are sexy.. and lucky. lol
6. a man who knows how to speak in front of public is sexy. brilliant.
7. a man who knows how to fix things (such as: electricity, household, roof, shoes, etc.) is also sexy.
8. a man with manner is sexy.
9. a man who speaks multiple languages is sooo sexy.. ya that's hot!! :P
10. a man who can cook is also sexy.. just imagine, in the morning he wakes you up by delivering breakfast to your bed. isn't that sweet? :')

but... all the sexiness above is meaningless if he dunno about islam, never performs prayers and dunno how to recite Qur'an perfectly (the tajweed, makhorijul huruf, maqam). :)

Would any man think of me like that?

yesterday i was meeting this girl, Jitte. she's a social scientist from Belgium that interest in hiphop and would like to interview me as her part of her thesis. she saw my performance at Block Battles and she was quite amazed (that's what she said :D), so Herdioflo connected me with her. we made an appointment to meet at Pasar Festival at 7 pm after my office. so i asked Miranti to accompany me, and she asked Ulil also to come which is great. we got there at around almost 8 pm, but Jitte has not yet to come because of macet (welcome to Jakarta! hehe). so we chose Dunkin Donuts, cozy place and it has wi-fi. oh, Miranti bought me a donut! which is really great :D (thankyou Miraaa!). so then Jitte arrived at 9:10 pm (she left the house at 6:30! severe Jakarta macet).

then we started the talking. no i'm not gonna explain about the interview. well most of them are talking about my strength and talents, i rap, i made my own music and... ok, enough said :P. what i wanna tell is, that i told her i never had a boyfriend (cos she asked me that question). after some chats she said something like this, "if i were a man, i would consider you as a quite amazing girl, Fafa" which i put this awww face between surprised/flattered/doubted, which i cannot believe myself if any man would think of me like that, which i just hoped at that time that she was a man! :(( lol.. end of story.

Ikat rambut

Last Friday.. just like usual when i came to the office i've always had this ritual, went to the rest room for a make up.. yes, a make up. just like any other morning-after-a-long-walk, i usually wiped my sweat, this time with a toilet tissue. then i stood under the hand dryer, to dry my 'wet' clothes and hair. then i really did this stupid thing.. i started to untie my hair and continued to dry it. i held my ikat rambut on my left hand, and tissue on my right. there's a trash can next to my left. then here it goes, i threw my ikat rambut to the trash can! well because i thought it's the tissue (that i actually held on the other hand). i still remember how my face looked a second after throwing it. priceless lol! i was gonna take it, but the feel of disgust beaten me.

so for the rest of the day, since no one had an ikat rambut that i could use, i did all my activity with my hair left untied. not that i dont have a rubber band, i do have but it's just 'not my level'. custom rubber band always hurt me especially when i use it on my hair. during my sweaty day, just right in time when i've finished all my works and tidied up my desk, a miracle, i've found an ikat rambut. it was there since forever, i know. but i just dont know who it belongs to. i know i wasnt supposed to take it (since it's not mine), but i wear it anyway.

suddenly i realized something. this is what God wants. it's God's will that i accidentally thrown my ikat rambut. it's God's will that there's another ikat rambut at my desk. the other ikat rambut was prepared there long before i knew i would threw my ikat rambut. it was prepared long before i even asked for it. so this thought relates me to other topic.. a soul mate. i believe He's already prepared my soul mate, long before i even ask for it!!

And with Him are the keys of the unseen; none knows them except Him. And He knows what is on the land and in the sea. Not a leaf falls but that He knows it. And no grain is there within the darknesses of the earth and no moist or dry [thing] but that it is [written] in a clear record. (QS Al-An'am 6:59)