#39 2007!

It’s been quiet long since the last time I posted in this blog. Well end of year is always the most hectic period compare with all the months in the whole year.
By the way, HAPPY NEW YEAR 2007!!! Wow, time passes so quickly…

There was something interesting at the last hour of 2006. For once in my life I heard takbir chanted on December 31. Yes, it was Idl Adha. Definitely it sounds much better than the disturbing sound of trumpets and honks I always hear at the New Years Eve. Hopefully it was a good sign for 2007. Insha Allah.

January means special to me.

January 5, my husband has a birthday!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEY!!
It’s a pleasure to have opportunity to accompany a great person like you…and bla bla bla I don’t have to specify the whole wish I have for him since I have told him personally :D.

January 15 is our anniversary!! Yea!!
We’ve been married for almost a year and we’re still getting along together. Well, except the fact that I had broken some plates. Hua hahaha…
Anyway, I’m so grateful for this wedding. I hope we will always survive from all ups and downs.

#38 Garota de Ipanema

I came to my office today, turned on the computer, opened Winamp, and wondered, what song I decide to listen today….And I chose jazz folder…
Then there it came one of my favorite, all time classic bossa nova song, “Garota de Ipanema”, mostly well known as “Girl From Ipanema”, many female actresses change the title to “Boy From Ipanema”.


Interested with the Portuguese lyric, I searched it in the internet. Voila! What I found was an interesting story about the song. Here, I straightly "cut-and-paste" a glimpse of the story from Wikipedia ( I loooove Wikipedia).

The song was inspired by Heloísa Eneida Menezes Paes Pinto (now Helô Pinheiro), a then 18 year old girl who lived on Montenegro street in the fashionable Ipanema district of Rio de Janeiro. Every day, she would stroll past the popular "Veloso" bar-cafe on the way to the beach, attracting the attention of regulars Jobim and Moraes ( hmmm….remember Malena?).

The song was originally composed for a musical comedy entitled Dirigível (Blimp), which was a work in progress of Vinicius de Moraes. The original title was "Menina que Passa" ("The Girl Who Passes by"), and the famous first verse was completely different.

In Revelação: a verdadeira Garota de Ipanema (Revealed: The Real Girl from Ipanema) Moraes wrote that she was:
"o paradigma do bruto carioca; a moça dourada, misto de flor e sereia, cheia de luz e de graça mas cuja a visão é também triste, pois carrega consigo, a caminho do mar, o sentimento da que passa, da beleza que não é só nossa — é um dom da vida em seu lindo e melancólico fluir e refluir constante."

which roughly translates to:
'"the exemplar of the raw Carioca: a golden-tanned girl, a mixture of flower and mermaid, full of brightness and grace, but with a touch of sadness, in that she carries with her, on her route to the sea, the feeling of that which passes by, of the beauty that is not ours alone — it is a gift of life in its constant, beautiful and sad ebb and flow."
Today, "Montenegro Street" is called "Vinicius de Moraes Street", and the "Veloso Bar" is named "A Garota de Ipanema". There is also a "Garota de Ipanema" Park in the nearby Arpoador neighborhood. (for the full story, click here)

Interesting!

Thought the look of the Girl from Ipanema is below my expectation to be honest. I was excepting more latin look girl with dark hair and olive skin, not the “playboy-mates” type. Well never mind...it was just my humble opinion...

Now it’s time to sing a long,People!

Garota de Ipanema
Olha que coisa mais linda, Mais cheia de graça, É ela menina, Que vem que passa
Num doce balanço, caminho do mar
Moça do corpo dourado, Do sol de Ipanema, O seu balançado é mais que um poema

É a coisa mais linda que eu já vi passar

Ah,porque estou tão sozinho,

Ah, porque tudo é tão triste,

Ah, a beleza que existe

A beleza que não é só minha, Que também passa sozinha

Ah, se ela soubesse, Que quando ela passa, O mundo sorrindo se enche de graça

E fica mais lindo, Por causa do amor

pic from Wikipedia

#37 Don't Mess With Me

#36 Ramadhan Certificate

On our previous Ramadhan…


How many strikes did we make?
How many runs did we make?
How many outs did we make?

Hoping we all have other opportunity to experience the next Ramadhan....

#35 A Sister Tale

Meet Annisa Fardha Nabilla -a.k.a Icha, a.k.a Cica,a.k.a Icul,a.k.a Cemi’s Sugar Mama- my youngest sister ( hi Cul!, no need testimonial in friendster lah, blog is much more fun :P).

If you want to know, she’s 16 going to 17. If you want to know more, I assume that you’re a guy, preferably single, no bad record, come from good, fun and descent family, cute enough and interested, please read carefully my notes below. Please.. for your own good.


Mr. Universe

Icul is a TV junkie. Once, when she was under permitted age to watch adult show ( well, she’s still under that age I supposed), she watched Mr. Universe pageant that broadcast at late hour. Since it wasn’t a kid show and we just enjoy teasing her, my sister and I inform Ibu about it.

We: “Bu, Icul stayed up late yesterday and watch The Mr. Universe pageant!”
We: “ Yeah, do you know, all the contestants were only wearing pants and shirtless..!”
Icul: “ That’s not true!!.........................................................................they were not wearing pants either!”
We: *GASP*

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Rooms

My older sister and I were married this year. Used to be, at Eyang’s house on Lebaran Day, due to lack of the rooms, my parents and all of their children spend the night together in one room. That surely cannot be done this year. Yet, my sister insisted that she doesn’t want any changes and refused to move out to other room.

Disagree with the idea, Ibu said: “It might be no problem to you, but you can’t let your husband sleep in one room with me and your sister!”

Suddenly Icul replied: “Don’t worry, Bu, I’ll wear my pants.”

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Hey that was rude!

My older sister often has problems with pimples. On the contrary, I seldom have it.
One day Icul mentioned that when she’s older she expected no pimples on her skin. “Not like you”, she pointed at my sister. Then pointed at me, “ I want to look like her”. Happy with what I heard, I smiled triumphantly. But then she continued, “Umm…well, not exactly, she’s a wolf wearing a lamb’s skin.”

GUBRAG! And what was that supposed to mean?!!!
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Quote Quote

“I am glad I am myself, not the one who sleep with myself”

#34 Au Revoir Mes Amis

This is my first day working after a long Lebaran Holiday…( got to write about it soon!). Other than a chaotic “boss is leaving syndrome” morning, I was surprised by shocking news about my friends Bagus, Ista and Pandu are also leaving out of this town…even out of this country…permanently.


Bali, apparently is not a popular settlement place for my college classmates. Bagus and I are two from many who have try our luck in this so called island of god(s). I remember being alone and were having culture shock caused by an extremely different environment, unexpectedly, my cell phone rang and a familiar voice spoke from distance. Just a five minutes phone call help make me feel better for knowing that I wasn’t alone. Thanks, Bugs.

Since I don’t have any kids yet, I always enthusiast to meet Ista+Bagus’s adorable son, Pandu. I entitle him as “my favorite model”, “the cutest boy alive”, “kids with the most beautiful eyes” and many many more, just name it!
I always compliment his mother, Ista for taking care Pandu by herself not to mention all the household work she had to do it without help.

Bali, is their past. Singapore, is their future.
Farewell is always miserable. Especially if you’re going to say goodbye to wonderful people, family, friends. But what the heck, nothing in this world that last forever. There’s a beginning, and there’s and end. Ending is also a beginning, we just don’t know it at the time ( Mitch Albom).

Goodbye Bagus, Ista, and Pandu. We’re gonna miss you sooooo much!*sobbing...hiks*

#32 On This Drowsy Afternoon.....

.....I'm yawning and decide to take some break...

You Belong in Spring

Optimistic, lively, and almost always happy with the world... You can truly appreciate the blooming nature of spring. Whether you're planting flowers or dyeing Easter eggs, spring is definitely your season!

What Season Are You?

You Are a Fortune Cookie

You're a rather normal person, except that you have extraordinary luck in life. People want to be around you (even when they're a little sick of you), in hopes of being lucky too!

What Kind of Cookie Are You?

You Are Mint Green

Balanced and calm, you have mastered the philosophy of living well. Your friends seek you out for support, and you are able to bring stability to chaotic situations. You're very open and cheerful - and you feel like you have a lot of freedom in life. Your future may hold any number of exciting things, and you're ready for all of them!

What Color Green Are You?

Okay now get back to work!