Ps: Drink a lot of watter not a lot of ice cream!
Hamburg had reached its hottest peak of the summer (I heard it was 39 degree Celsius last Thursday). That’s why it was odd that yesterday I couldn’t exactly sense the heat. No wonder. My body temperature was higher.
Actually, I knew that I might be sick since Thursday evening. Couldn’t sleep well and woke up in Friday morning with all the stars still blinking in front of my opened eyes and then one minute later, my universe started rotating around, around and around. I couldn’t dare to step my feet on the floor while my brain hardly approximating the task of being an axis of the universe at the same time, somehow, I imaging my self squeezed the same way people squeezed their laundry on a dryer machine. God! I might get my backbone crushed to bear all of that.
When the spinning-around-the-universe stopped (and so all the imagination), I tried to massage my own feet inclusive with all reflexology theory that I had learn but I gave up since I can feel the pain at every spot on my every foot. No particular point to worked at.
Around 10 o clock, after sent a message to withdraw an appointment with Migo at Balzac Colonaden. (Sorry Go, hopefully we can make another coffee date soon). I decided took some pills before crawled back to my bed and willing to get better. It worked and I felt better at noon.
Thus, I opted to go to school because I didn’t want to miss 5 hours grammatical review. (I still can’t forgive myself for missing the explanation of Refelxivepronomen!!). This Friday all my regular teacher were off: Angela replaced by Ute, and Miriam replaced by Ramses. (This was Ramses’ first time in our class, and Ramses? I found his name is quite fascinating (it’s a compliment, Sir!)- It reminds me to some Pharaohs and jog my memory to a creepy time when I almost lost alone in mummies exhibition held by The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York years ago-**chuckle** -I think his name influence him to studied history at the university. Despite the fact that he is a German teacher, He is a historian.)
Everything was fine with me on that Friday afternoon; ( I even have some energy left after school and went to Linden Bazaar to buy some pieces of halal chicken filet and get some package of Indonesian crackers Kerupuk ikan from Toko Indonesia ) ….until all the spinning-around-thing came back.
When it came back, I thought I might throw up or something on the street (sorry..I know it sounds so yucky)
As black and gray spots were start dancing in front of my eyes and sabotaged my vision on my way back home, I phoned my Husband to let him know that I was on the U Bahn and want him to wait for me in front of the nearest station. However, because he had to monitor his join-experiment in USA and seated all the time in front of the computer in order to exchange data with his friend in New York, he couldn’t make it. (ah, Busy physicists! And by the way, How could I always thought that only Lawyer who were potential to be a workaholic?)
So, I made it by myself. I stopped at Osterstr U Bahn Station and took the bus from Osterstr to Hogenstr. From the bus stop, I had to walk like an old drunken snail for some more minutes, before then finally came home and landed on my sofa. Heavenly.
Saturday:Alhamdulillah… After a long sleep and some generous gulp of fresh water, yet I’m feeling a little bit better with a little bit extra energy which is big enough to make me up to get some housework done and type something here. Bloging is someway I categorized as finger exercise. *Grin* However, still I didn’t risk my self to go out. (To Dewi, sorry yah jeng nggak jadi lagi weekend ini ke IKEA, masih lemes)
By the way, I’ve got a little note from my lovely husband hanging on the fridge door.
Ps: Drink a lot of watter not a lot of ice cream!
(and I gave him a note back, just like one of Cecelia Ahern novel’s title–> "Ps: I love you")
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Israeli air strikes in Lebanon
Note: If you are expecting me to talk about world politics or open this posting as a subject to international law’s discussion, you’ll be disappointed.
I’m simply typing this posting impulsively concerning to Angela, my lovely and pretty German teacher. She took 10 days off for a vacation in Lebanon and we are missing her a lot, here, in the classroom. (And we were so worry about here choice of trip! I personally, could not stop wondering: why to Lebanon at this time?).
And this morning, most of the headlines were on the Israeli air strikes in Lebanon.
How if she is still in Lebanon now? How if she is trapped while waiting for her flight, at the Airport?
I hope she is totally fine and completely all right since we’d love to have her back in the class, soon.
We are expecting her in Hamburg today afternoon…
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TUHH Angklung pics
TUHHs’ "Angklung Orchestra" in action. Those moments captured by Prio and his ‘candid’ camera.
Thanks ya Prio!
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A year ago I thought we wouldn’t have been nestling in Germany for a long time, so when I had to pick some pillows to make our bedroom completed, I opted the cheapest pillows which then landed on our bed. But perhaps, it’s time to reconsider.
The pillows in our bedroom aren’t so comfortable, rather clumped and don’t look ‘four-sided figure’ anymore. Not because of that we are such maniacs who treat those pillows badly until the shape is totally changed but those pillows are not those pricey pillows which are so inexpensive that the quality..err…quite low.
Talking about pillows reminds me to T, a friend in New York (a clean freak one) who once advised me to throw away my pillows every six moth. (Six month? Hello! ) She said she read it from a magazine or book.
“Well, you notice how they start light and fluffy and then they get wadded and kind-of heavier?” She asked and I nodded in agreement, though actually I never weigh a pillow nor thought particularly about pillow before. I had noticed that the older pillows (or other things) got, the weightier they seems to me. Perhaps, that had more to do with sogginess of tears, or heaviness of memory or perhaps gravity must have done something with that.
“Actually all the weight is from dust mites” She added. “Billions and billions of bugs come off your skin and colonize in your pillows”. “Generation-after-generation, they are reproducing, feeding and defecating in your pillows”. “They are invisible, they are so small. You can imagine how many there have to be to add so much weight”
Ugh! I think it’s better for me to discontinue recalling all her sanitizing information.
As a contrast, I think I’d better picturing another friends, H&R whose house I visited last month. This German couple was telling me some immunity theory about how good and healthy people whom grown up in a farmhouse.
I saw them let their baby girl freely lay on the terrace’s floor put almost anything she grabs to her mouth, share a big pillow and sleeping next to their cats (I witnessed one of the cats just grasped a wild bird some minutes before!).
I was astonished and like the idea though I consider that was somewhat too much bacteria. Compare to T, H&R can be seen extremely unhygienic. **Chuckle**.
Well, having them as two models, I decided to be a moderate one. This summer was a perfect time to start on. I will: wash my hands more often, hang the bed linens in the sun, and get my pillow underneath the sun. On the other hands, I will accept the inevitability of bacteria and let the cozy-fun life come with few dust mites in.
So, before I buy my new pillows, I will keep enjoying the warm sunny days of summer by “baking” my pillows with some ultraviolet and let the inhabitants crawl out. whiii…so creepy.. 
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Questioning time..(again)
“The way we can enjoy our sorrow, our pain, our poorness, our sickness, our down, or named any “bad” things we’ve got through the life, is to be thankfully remind ourselves that before all of those bad things happened, “good” things were always been the default.”
Somehow, I traced this humble ‘philosophy’ as a really “sassy” (trust me I’m not falsely pick the wrong word to express my feeling here) and helpful one. Not only when I need to enjoy the bad things but to appreciate the existence of abundant good things in my life. Alhamdulillah..Got sei dank..
Zum Beispiel: when my eyes got hurt, that ‘philosophy’ always help me to enjoy the pain by remembering that before that pain I’d enjoy every wink of my life without any pain in the eyes.
Or, when the PMS stoke me every other month it does really calm me to thought that I am so lucky that PMS not visiting every day…
Health, wealth, happiness and any other precious gifts sometimes could be simply noticed and thankfully enjoyed by a not-genius-but-hopefully-not so-idiot creature like me.
But it is not that simple when my brain started to think about how to enjoy another precious gift in life: time. I always got myself amazed and yet still struggling with my mind in determining the best way to put in a sentence about how precious this gift in my life.
I always lack of time. As far as I can remember, I always having in mind that time is a gift in life that keeps brutally leaving me behind, giving me limits in everything I do and pushed me to pick priorities. It’s a real unforgiving irreversible intangible dimension. Since time is the one of the components that defines life it self, it obviously portrayed me a vision: everything existed in my life is a huge bunch of loan.
Time is impossible to be tagged cause it’s priceless and if it does, it will be too expensive to afford. Time is too fast to be catched cause it’s catching you. That’s why, time is absolute and no relativity theory can be applied. Moreover, as a matter of fact, I could never make any deal with time; all I can do is dealing with self in order to choose the best way to exploit the time. In this case, having faith is my central need to accomplish, and then doing righteous deeds, and (join together) in the mutual teaching of Truth, and of Patience and Constancy shall be my mission afterwards , but I don’t know how many seconds, minutes, hours, days and years I have left in this mission on earth. I hope I am walking myself to the right direction..
—— Qs 103——–
In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.
[1] By (the Token of) Time (through the Ages),
[2] Verily Man is in loss,
[3] Except such as have Faith, and do righteous deeds, and (join together) in the mutual teaching of Truth, and of Patience and Constancy.
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Kecewanya sang tuan rumah
Italia memupus mimpi Jerman untuk ke final di Berlin. Kesebelasan Jerman yang terdiri dari banyak pemain muda kalah di menit menit terakhir dengan dramatis 2:0. Cukup pahit, karena kesebelasan Jerman bermain sangat bagus sejak awal pertandingan.
Walaupun kecewa, namun Jerman selayaknya berbesar hati karena prestasi mereka dalam piala dunia ini cukup baik dan mereka bermain dengan mengesankan. Mengingat banyak pemain Jerman yang masih muda, bukan tidak mungkin pada perhelatan piala dunia berikutnya Jerman menjadi kesebelasan yang hebat.
Sebagai tuan rumah yang baik, tentunya kekalahan diterima Jerman dengan lapang dada dan tetap akan melayani tamu-tamunya yang akan bertanding hingga penutupan Piala Dunia ini…
Hanya saja ada yang cukup mengesankan dan meninggalkan bekas di hati saya ketika melihat kekecewaan penonton Jerman atas kekalahan ini. Entah mengapa saya melihat bentuk kekecewaan lain, yaitu kekecewaan atas berakhirnya kesempatan mereka berpesta sambil menunjukan rasa nasionalisme dan kebangsaan dengan bebas, bebas dari perasaan aneh, khawatir dan bahkan bersalah. lho kok?.. Ya, mungkin pandangan saya ini agak berlebihan..tapi ini adalah pandangan yang saya simpulkan dari cerita-cerita dan obrolan orang-orang Jerman yang berusia di atas 35 tahun.
Sejak era Hitler dan perang dunia berakhir , masyarakat di Jerman agak canggung mengekspresikan identitas nasionalisme mereka. Mereka sangat menghindari banyak hal yang dapat membuat mereka terjebak dalam tuduhan Racism (by the way, say no to racism! ), tuduhan yang dihubungkan oleh masa lalu yang pahit itu. Mengusung bendera Jerman atau berbaju sangat nasionalis adalah hal yang sensitif dan cukup dihindari oleh masyarakat Jerman pada umumnya.
Namun piala dunia 2006 , seolah euphoria bagi kebanyakan masyarakat Jerman untuk menikmati kebebasan mengekspresikan rasa kebangsaan mereka dengan berbagai atribut. Rasa nasionalisme baru ini tumbuh subur ketika pesta sepak bola ini di adakan di Jerman. Warna hitam-merah-kuning menjadi warna atribut di mana-mana. Mereka sangat menikmatinya apalagi Jerman secara mengesankan berhasil masuk ke semifinal..kepercayaan diri untuk jadi juara dunia tumbuh..Suka atau tidak suka dengan sepak bola, harapan banyak orang rasa nasionalisme dan rasa bangga dapat diekspresikan dengan bebas sampai pesta kejuaraan nanti..
Sayang disayang, mimpi ke final dan menjadi juara tak menjadi kenyataan. Namun, akankah setelah piala dunia ini semua atribut nasionalisme kembali "tabu" dan kembali di"simpan"?
duh..mengapa ya saya malah sibuk memikirkan hal ini?
entahlah..
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Kick it like …Zidane? Podolski? Klose? or even Beckham? It’s really up to you. The ball is yours..and it’s your turn to kick! click here if you interested to play the game
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Sedikit ganjil rasanya untuk mengakui bahwa baru sekali ini dalam seumur hidup saya menyentuh Angklung. Ganjil karena akhirnya saya "bermain" musik tradisional dan juga ganjil karena saya justru memiliki moment ini di Jerman yang notabene bukan kampung halaman baik bagi sang Angklung maupun saya.
Berhubung saya bukan orang punya talenta di bidang seni musik (bahkan terbilang "bodoh" karena membaca not balok dan not angka pun tidak mampu– oh what a confession! –), alat musik tradisional Indonesia kondang itu selama ini hanya familiar terdengar oleh telinga dan pandangan mata. Cukup untuk dikagumi dan dinikmati.
Hari minggu yang baru lalu, saya ‘tiba-tiba’, tanpa dinyana-nyana, tergabung dengan teman-teman yang berlatih memainkan lagu "kincir-kincir" untuk summer fest hari Jumat depan.
"Ini angklungnya, Lessy" Demikianlah salah satu teman menyerahkan satu angklung dengan angka 3 sebagai tanda.
Saya sempat terpana dan bertanya dalam hati: "hmm..apa itu nomor 3 (tiga) ?" Keine Ahnung!..
Pertama tama saya duga nomor tiga itu adalah mi dalam not angka. Ternyata bukan. Agustinus (teman yang saat itu memimpin latihan) mengatakan di tangan saya itu adalah angklung dengan nada la rendah. (oh God, what on earth is that "la rendah"?) ternyata angka enam dengan titik di bawah.
"ooh..gitu" lalu secepat mungkin saya mencari angka enam dengan titik dibawahnya dalam lembaran kertas lagu kincir-kincir lalu saya beri tanda sejelas mungkin agar pada gilirannya nanti, saya ingat untuk menyuarakan angklung saya.
Saya tidak bisa menahan diri untuk tidak meringis membayangkan kekacauan apa yang bisa saya perbuat dengan ketidak-tahuan saya bermain angklung.
Memalukan ..tapi rasa malu itu kalah dengan kesibukan saya menutupi rasa panik yang bercampur dengan kekeras-kepala-an dan keingintahuan. Saya tetap mencoba sampai Anglung itu berbunyi agak mirip dengan angklung milik Novi (seorang teman yang juga memainkan angklung senada).
Dengan segala kekakuan yang ada, tangan saya pun memberanikan diri memainkan bambu merdu tersebut. Lucu rasanya bisa main angklung seolah olah saya pelaku musik sungguhan. Diam-diam ada secuil rasa bangga dan haru..saya yang selama ini hanya menggunakan Bambu sebagai masakan, sembilu, patok tenda atau penyangga tanaman..sekarang juga memainkannya sebagai alat musik! Saya rasa..saya harus menceritakan hal ini pada keluarga di rumah…
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