“Eve” : adjektiv und konjunktiv-voll

"Eve"

*click the title to listen*

Annett Louisan

Meine Freundin Eve ist aktiv
denkt immer positiv
kennt kein Stimmungstief
ihr Freund Steve ist sportiv
sie ist porentief
rein und attraktiv
sie ist kreativ, dekorativ
sensitiv, sie lebt intensiv
für die Art wie mich das ankotzt
gibt’s kein Adjektiv
seh’ ich Eve, sag ich: " na, Eve…"
treff’ ich Eve, sag’ ich: " na, Eve…"

doch bei Eve
geht nie was schief
sie ist sehr kommunikativ
überzeugt argumentativ
instinktiv
meistert Eve
spielend den Beruf
und den Alltagsmief
sie ist progressiv, alternativ
innovativ, sehr impulsiv
geschickt und effektiv
ich hasse sie abgrundtief
seh’ ich Eve, sag ich: " na, Eve…"
treff’ ich Eve, sag ich: " na, Eve…"

seh’ ich Eve, macht mich das aggressiv
treff’ ich Eve, wechsle ich die Straßenseite
und zwar demonstrativ

Me versus High Heels

Today I bought a pair of high heels. That was the first time in my life that I could bare to spend some amount of money just for a pair of pointy heels shoes only because they are so pretty and so feminine. hwaaaaaaa!!!Lessy bought a pair of pretty and feminine shoes?! Changing perspective? Yeah yeah..it’s quite weird for me too! I was in panic when this morning I realized that I didn’t have anything match with my dress to attend my first wedding invitation in Germany, tomorrow!

Normaleweise, when I’ve got a wedding invitation in Indonesia, ich hatte keine Panic. No panic. I could just borrow my sisters’ shoes or mules to a wedding reception and problem solved.

However, the fact now is that I am far away from my sister (and until I bought this pointy lady shoes, I only had a pair of tracking shoes, a pair of boot, and a pair of old walking shoes)

I can’t show up to a wedding party with a pair of tracking shoes and a backpack, can I?

So that’s why, this evening I bought a pair of lady shoes and a small bag that only fits cell phone, pasport and some money!. (blargh..It worth a try, though…it is so not me!!)

The other the problems with pretty pointy high heels are quite horrifying (for me). First; I didn’t know that it is so damn difficult to walk on it comfortably. When I finally could stand normally on it, I just found out that I put my body weight more to the front part of my feet, which is the opposite from aerobic theory (you should put your weight more to the heels in order to protect your knees). What a disaster for my poor knees!

Second; tomorrow I have to walk to the bus stop, to U Bahn Station and to reception hall. (No car, baby!) Can I manage that?

Third: there will be a dance session at the party and it’s a common sense for the guests since the bride and the groom have been taking dancing lesson (such as samba, salsa, tango, etc..) for years! My only hope at this session is that there will be no one who notice my presence at the room so there will be no possibility that someone will ask me to dance, otherwise, I have to say no and I don’t feel good about it as well as I don’t feel good about wearing high heels. (Dance?! Can I dance? Let alone the question whether I can dance or not. The major question is that I am not even sure whether I can normally walk or not..jalan aja susah..mau terjungkal apa!?)

Tja…I guess, the forthcoming theme for tomorrow is: Me versus High Heels! Wish me luck!

Song for today: All or Nothing

All or Nothing

Athena Cage

It's the chance of life, get ready, set, fly high.
Above the fear of your mind, go for it.
It's hit or miss, too late for you to quit.
You gotta show 'em how bad you really want this, so...

Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.
You gotta work to get the cream, on your hopes you must lean,
From your fears you have to wean yourself.
It's all or nothing, give you're everything...

You are what you believe, you got to bring the dreams.
Set the pace, competition take the lead.
This is it, all eyes on you. So stay on point and prove,
that you deserve whats long overdue.

Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.
You gotta work to get the cream, on your hopes you must lean,
From your fears you have to wean yourself
It's all or nothing, give you're everything...

The hardest to recovery,
From the heartache of another kind,
I'm still drying my tears.
Getting over my own fears in my life.
So I wanna make sure this time that I'm strong enough,
To give it my all...

Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.
You gotta work to get the cream, on your hopes you must lean,
From your fears you have to wean yourself.
It's all or nothing, give you're everything...

Live your dream, it's not as hard as it may seem.
You gotta work together, dream, on hopes that you will seem,
From your fears, you have to win yourself.
It's all or nothing, if you're everything...

Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.
You gotta work to get the cream, on your hopes you must lean,
From your fears you have to wean yourself
It's all or nothing, give you're everything...

So you gotta live your dreams,
So don't you be afraid.
Just set the pace, and take the lead,
It's your time to shine.

5 Hours in Berlin

If it wasn’t because of Tante WiIhelmina and Mbak Nanny, I wouldn’t have gone to Berlin and took a slap-snap visit!.. can you imagine visiting Berlin only in 5 hours?! (capek di jalannya bo!!! and I skipped my Deutsch course again! Ich wollte diese Reise eigentlich nicht..aber..) Well anyway, we were having good time, though.

Now, I am very-very-very tired..

and yet.. missing my hubby so much. (How’s New York, hubby dear?) *yawning..*..zzzz….

“Miss you already”

*A cell phone ringing* (The Huxtables ringtones)

"Assalamualaikum Dear"

"Wa’alaikumsalam Honey"

"Where are you at?’

"Me? ..still at the corridor ..well, now I’m entering our wohnung" "Where are you?" "Anything forgotten, dear?"

"Emh….still in the taxi now, hmm….I just want you to know..that ..I..miss you already..emh..sorry for having no time to celebrate our anniversary yesterday..it’s been 4 years huh? and.. thanks for wearing the shirt yesterday, I didn’t know that it was kids size. I bought it because I think it will fit on you and you’ll like the color"

"Hwaaa… me too!…miss you so dearly..That so sweet of you!" I love the shirt, it’s cute..and "what!? it’s been 4 years already?" **chuckling** "..don’t worry about the anniversary dear, but please be worry about your health Ok? I know you’ve been so busy these days..but don’t forget to eat and take your vitamins! And..don’t be picky with your food there…"

"Hmm ..yeah..all rite…send me an email every meal time then, I think I’m gonna need that. Oh Damn..I hate American food!"

"I will send you lots of email for sure!..oh come on..you will eat Indonesian food in one week, I’ll cook all your request Okay?"

"Don’t skip any classes next week ok? Now, you can concentrate with your German when I’m away" *laughing–laudly–*

*smiling* "Okay"

"Well, ..I’ll give you a call from the airport, ok?"

"Okay"

"Love you!"

"Love you more!"

"No, I love you more"

"hmm..nope..I love you more!"

*Laughing*

…. I love you….

pe-er akhir minggu

Sebel..wochenende ini pe-ernya banyak. Yang penting lagi ada pe-er membuat presentasi tentang pesta di negara masing masing. Haa? tentang pesta?! ck! pesta apa ya? …hmm…Dirgahayu RI mungkin ide yg bagus, paling memungkinkan, timingnya pun tepat. Tapiii…gak muncul2 juga ide buat menceritakan tujuhbelasan buat tugas presentasi perdana senin besok yg udah di depan mata (padahal ide2 lain bejibun banyaknya tapi nggak ada satupun yg mendukung pe-er iniii!!)..hmm..kalau hanya cerita aja sih oke tapi ngatur susunan kata dalam bahasa orang bagi saya bukan hal mudah. yah, maklummm saya kan bukan genius.
Ihhhhhhhhhhh..lucu kali yah main presentasi-presentasi-an pakai Bhs Jerman? Tapi berhubung si bu guru ehem galak…(dia nggak ngerti bhs indo kan yah? *ragu-ragu* hmm..mana doi rajin euy baca blog ini *garuk-garuk dagu yg tidak gatal*..hmh! Makanya pake bhs indonya gini deh biar nggak gampang di cek di kamus..kikikik)
Well,  begitulah jadinya tugas ini gak begitu lucu lagi. uh.
Waktunya sekitar 15 menit-an. Kata si ibu "Kalo perlu pakai-lah power point dan benda2 pendukung lainnya".
Haduh..power point? nggak mungkin pinjem lap-topnya hubby yg penuh dengan data2  eksperimen, ntar salah pencet crash semua bisa kena omel! lagi pula, walaupun nggak mungkin menetas, pasti lap top itu sama hubby akan dierami sepanjang hari. Pake lap top sendiri yang lungsuran dari hubby? *duengg*..udah rada tuwa dan gede nan berat.. serta keyboardnya suka macet…presentasi pake lap top itu malah bikin nerpes (nervous) dan jadi menimbulkan masalah lain deh.. (sorry ya hubby, nggak bermaksud menghina). Angkut PC ke sekolah? hehehe..segitunya..emang jeng Lessy mau pindahan? *baca: kok nadabacanya bagusan kalo rada2 sinis gitu yah*

Media visualnya saya hanya bisa mengeprint 5 foto yaitu: lomba panjat pinang, lomba makan kerupuk dan balap karung, serta foto mas mas jualan bendera dan nasi kuning . Whaa..cuma segitu? kok gak ada peta Indonesianya???…..iya cuma segitu…karenaaaa…tinta printernya abis! (why??–> eh kok si jeng Lessy masih nanya lagi sih?, tadi kan lihat paper yg full color setebel buku, fresh from the printer?oooh.. pasti suara printer subuh tadi adalah tindakan si hubby deh!) Beli tinta? Ndaklah! kan toko2 tutup hari minggu gini!!*garuk-garuk kepala yg kebetulan juga emang gatal*
Kein problemo-lah..peta indo saya gambar aja nanti di papan tulis walaupun pasti ada ‘dua-tiga-empat’ (ratus?/ribu?) pulau terlampaui (maksudnya tak tergambar gitu).
Lalu untuk media dengar..hmm..nggak punya pula CD lagu2 kebangsaan. *glek* Sudahlah kalau begitu saya putuskan untuk menyanyikan lagu Indonesia Raya aja di kelas. waduh..bersiap siaplah teman2, jangan berada disekitar Colonaden jam-jam 4 sore. Soalnya kalau jendelanya dibuka suara heroik saya bisa terdengar sampai ke jalan dan menyebabkan pendengarnya pening-pening, nausea, mudah terpancing emosi dsb…*nyengir*
ya sudah sudah sekian dulu curhatnya…hayo mari mari Jeng, ngerjain Pe-er..udah siang nih..kalo pe-ernya nggak selesai sore ini bisa2 gak jadi ngupi2 Balzac sama hubby deh.

Questioning war and peace..

The terrors (read: All scale of teror. Egal by terorist state, nation, combatant, or by a lunatic) which are happening these days in the world, are making me sick. Blaargh! I am even getting sicker because I never stop thinking about it and I never get the answer of my “why” questions nor the solution for my “how” questions. I can not help myself to not thinking about why this world are full of people who would love to spread hatred, disgusts and greediness. Why many people call the other as terorist while they are doing the same act to the others? (and please don’t call me naive by questioning this!). I’m not calling for investigation like what those smart American scientists and experts do *and I convey my respect for them* (It’s concerning 9/11.Tickled yet? if you’d like to see more click here for: "Confronting the Evidence" video). No, I am not capable, smart or brave enough to do that kind of "frontal"-questioning-thing. (did I hear somebody calling me ‘chicken’? ;P –>hey, but at least I refuse the idea of sacrifiying your own innocent people to create a reason of war. Peace!Peace!Peace! although I only can scream this outloud in my own territory, my blog )
Why the principle of reciprocity  seems just justifying the satanic circle of hatred now? Why the beautiful aim of UN and International Law had never been fully reached?

Why International Law doesn’t work and can’t explain me anything about what happened (and happening!) in this area around so called “Israel”?, why such an illegal occupation could turn to be a legal nation? And why some people (and who are actually these people?) use the terms “jihad” for generating such a civilian terror attack in a non-war area? why the world “peace” exist, only because the world “war” exist? Moreover, why would I choose to learn International Law anyway?

Why didn’t I listen my parents when they were trying to stop me take double subject and finally choose to learn International Law for my master degree? Why didn’t I just pleased myself to study Private or Family law..or Land law perhaps?…At the same time, who actually am I, promoting this world-world peace matter? I’m not a UN Secretary General (or one of the ex-miss universe candidates (?) yihaa!), and I am not even a janitor at UN office. However, I just can’t help it. As an ordinary housewife I just cannot stop thinking although I know that "my-thinking", my thoughts, my opinion, or whatever poppin’ out from my brain worth nothing in this cruel world-world peace business. Really! I cannot peacefully wash the dishes, clean the floor, sanitise the loo, ironing, cooking, and walking-crossing the streets without wondering and chatting with myself about world-world peace. 

I know I have to stop and blow this blah blah blah away a.s.a.p before I turn to be either a cynic-skeptic person or completely insane… Wuzzzh…Wuzzzh…
I remember the days when I used to cry and ask my parents about why people hate and kill each other* (*And now I even have to manage myself questioning the reasons why people killing them self too?). On those days, my father thought that I was quite irritating and saying that I was always asking too many questions, while my Mother tried to calm me by keep saying that that process is normal and happening to every brain in every-body. “Questions are the signs of active and intelligent mind, works like a filter where you rinse your idea through before you make a decision, my dear” she said.

I found that her words as quite soothing me. (miss you so much Moom!)
However then, now I find at least two substances in her statement need to be clarify related to and my brain. The problem is that my brain is just too active but I didn’t feel it produce any intelligent indications. (Quite awful, eh?) and about the filter thing, how if the filter gets clogged? Then, every single question is not functioning as a filter anymore but turns out to be a barrier to the truth or at least to get back and accept the reality.*gasp* The clogging! Oh my God is that what happening to me now?

What am I? Am I just a stuborn small living particle of the universe demonstrating its persistent objection for the world psychosis?
Arrgh…!

The reality is that while I am busy wondering how to create an ideal environment in order to establish world-world peace, the universe and life are just marching on…..with all the hatred and love collided in it, namely, just like the title of Leo Tolstoy’s book, war and peace.

Salmon

I like raw (good quality) salmon better than a cooked or fried salmon. Unfortunately my hubby doesn’t like sashimi, sushi or raw fish so I don’t want to drag him to a sushi bar or serve any raw fish our dinner table.

So, I usually eat sushi or sashimi with my friends. However, these last three weeks I have no opportunity to see my “sushi” friends and I missed raw salmon very much.

I don’t want to bother my hubby by eating raw Salmon in our small apartment. (Once, he mentioned that he couldn’t stand seeing that. “Honey, you look like a little-brown-bear eating pieces of raw salmon” he saidà perhaps, he likes me better as a honey bear, huh?).

Today, at school, I even made some sentences with “salmon” word in it! I just can’t get rid those fish out of my mind! (I even hallucinated and imagined Tomohiko with his apron preparing sushi for the whole class –> it wasn’t my faults though, He was the first person in our class who came out with a Lügensgeschichte homework about fish, sushi and a town somewhere in Germany where there are no fish can be found…)

Salmon! salmon! salmon!. Seems like my brain produce that S words like a magic spell, but instead of Simsalabim-adakadabra, it sounds more like Salmon-adakadabra! (heh??)

I am not sure whether my hubby is now turning to be a psychic (psychic-and-physicist?) or it was my spell that screamed too strong knocking at his heart. This early evening my hubby gave me a big fillet of mouth watering raw-smoked Salmon in a very nice package. I think he bought it in the delicatessen part of the supermarket.

“Here, I have a small present for my starving little-brown-bear” he winked and smiled at me.

Waaa…I was speechless. It was so unexpected that he gave me such a wonderful thought about the Salmon thing. I am so happy and nyamm…nyamm..the Salmon was good!

How news media ‘manipulates’ our minds

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 How news
media manipulates our minds? Here..click here to see an interview. (and  hope this url wont be moved soon)
Again, it is not about the conflict that is happening now in Lebanon that I want to brag about in this posting. Big bold NO! Here, I’m not going to talk about politics. (and fyi, I hate wars! Ich hasse Krieg!) What I’d like to share here is an interview video in UK. I think it is interesting to watch the interview and to watch how the Media presenting news and shaping our perception.  It always depends on peoples perspection whether something is right or wrong, negative or positive, red or blue, war or peace, peace or securty, house or home, kiri atau kanan..(lho? eh kok jad ngaco gini?)

One of the key is the power. To have power is a great thing (lucky you Giants World wide Media Owners!) and shaping others perception is what we people do! (like it or not, its happening in our daily life in various scale of power, of course).  The question then, is whether we are succesfull in changing other peoples perspection like we want to or not?  or perhaps our perceptions have been changed by others? Nah!That is completely normal, I think. However the process that made a perception changed is the important thing. Then perhaps, you may say it’s tend to be negative or postive. Hmm eg>..in a postive way, I am sure I see that quality in open-minded people (oh I just I love to talk to open-minded people!) and in negative way, I would say.. I see that potential in a low estimed or low IQ and EQ at the same time. ;)))
But we have choices and we can let ourselves choose to decide, and the cool thing is that..pssstt…we don’t have to tell (which process is hapening in our brain) to every body. –> Meaning..that I don’t have to tell everybody that sometimes I feel that es gibt no thinking processes hapening in my brain >;)

*chuckle* you can watch the TV, you can read Newspapers, Magazines, Websites (or even Blogs!! hehehe) and you have the choices for the shake of your own logic and common sense.
We have choices! You have choices! Your brain..emh..I mean your mind.. is your own authority…tja..

**ps:  special thanks to Maul for the video link in mailinglist

Konjunktive II

Hmm..ok, this is just my Konjunktiv II homework, so far, it is  written in
so imperfect German **grin** Therefore, I would be glad if you would be so
kind to take a look at this text a while and show me some gramatikal
error. That will help me write better in German next time. Thanks in
advance, .;))

Als ich 23 war, habe ich das Studium in den Niederlanden gemacht. Nach dem Studium hat es viele Moglichkeiten gegeben.
1. Weiter studieren und für eine Doktorarbeit und eine Untersuchung über "Elektroteknische Verträge in Europa" machen;
2. Im Kongo bei der UN arbeiten um Dateien über "Frieden und Sicherheit" zu sammeln;
3. Zurück nach Indonesien und an der Universität oder im Büro meiner Mutter arbeiten oder beim Außerministerium.
Während ich uber meine Zukunft nachdachte, habe ich "plötzlich" einen jungen Physiker getroffen (da habe ich gefragt, ob er via Teleportation in mein Leben gekommen ist –> so wie in Star Trek, Hello!). Wir haben uns in kurzer Zeit verliebt.
Nah und?
Obwohl wir beide wussten, dass unsere Leben und Welten verschieden waren (zB: Er hat keine Ahnung gehabt, wie Juristen leben und ich habe keine Ahnung gehabt wie Phisiker leben), hat er mich gefragt, ob ich ihn heiraten will.

Er hat gesagt " ich kann dir kein Luxusleben bieten, aber ich bin sicher, dass dein Leben mit mir nicht Langweilig wird!"

Aha!
Für mein junges Blut sind Liebe und Abenteuer attraktiv gewesen. Also habe ich den Physiker geheiratet! Jetzt, ist der "nicht mehr so Junge"  Physiker mein Mann. Ich bin Hausfrau, abhängig, und nicht berufstätig  aber Ich habe immer viele Dinge zu erledigen und etwas Neues zu lernen. Er hat Recht; Langeweile kenne ich nicht.

Und…
Zur zeit, war das alles von Konjunktiv II, ich muss jetzt ‘Präsens’ und ‘Zukunft’ lernen und üben.
Bis nächstes Mal!