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December 30, 2007

You Make Me Feel Brand New

Filed under: circle, love (wutelse?), love-spell caster, thanks — by altari @ 8:45 pm
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My Love,

I’ll never find the words, My Love. To tell you how I feel, My love. Mere words could not explain.

Precious love, you held my life within your hands. Created everything I am. Taught me how to live again.

Only you, cared when I needed a friend. Believed in me through thick and thin. This song is for you. Filled with gratitude and love.

God bless you, you make me feel brand new. For God blessed me with you. You make me feel brand new. I sing this song ’cause you make me feel brand new.

My love, whenever I was insecure. You built me up and made me sure. You gave my pride back to me. Precious friend, with you I’ll always have a friend. You’re someone who I can depend to walk a path that never ends. Without you, my life has no meaning or rhyme. Like notes to a song out of time. How can I repay you for having faith in me?

- You Make Me Feel Brand New, 1974, The Stylistics.

…and you make me feel whole and brand new, Sadina Mikaila Rizki, 12.12.2007, 16:16, Alhamdulillah.

March 16, 2007

I don’t know, do I?

Filed under: ...ouch!, guilty, love (wutelse?), sorry, thanks — by altari @ 2:55 pm

Got my hair treated the other day in a new salon. The girl who handled me was friendly. While massaging my head, she talked about her life, about the train home, the jobs she’s been doing since 2002, her three and nine years old kids, and more other topics about herself until we arrived at her love life.

Salon girl           : I knew my husband only 2 months before we got married.

Me                    : Really?? Wow… who’d have thought, right?

Salon girl           : Right. And you know what, my previous relationship was 6 years.

Me                    : (Having heard so often about long-time relationships don’t always end up in marriage…) Oh well…

Salon girl           : And I still can’t forget about him.

Me                    : You mean… (Take my bait, girl.) 

Salon girl           : Yeah, my old boyfriend. He still means so much for me. He’s so different with my husband.

Uh-oh… here comes my naïve way of thinking… that ‘means so much’ sounds like the current partner may rank second. I didn’t ask her further about that, although she seemed more than ready to tell me more about it. Maybe she saw me as a harmless stranger who might ease the whatever-it-is burden in her heart, if there is a burden of course.

Alright girl, salon girl, you were in love with that boyfriend for six years. I bet it wasn’t an always smooth relationship, but obviously the number ‘six’ still means something for you.

 But, hang on! There he is, your husband. Yep, the guy who’s accompanied you for almost ten years. True, true, only God and you guys know the storms and comedies that have happened in your marriage life. So, what are you gonna say about him?

Me                    : (Okay, salon girl, take this second bait:) I bet you love your husband so much. (Wow… for mentioning the word ‘love’ to a stranger…)

Salon girl           : Umm…

 Umm?! Ten years with two kids, salon girl!

Salon girl           : … I don’t know. ‘I don’t know’ doesn’t mean ‘yes’ to me. And I can’t believe she saw me that harmless *sigh*

Anyhow, talk about the other side of a coin, there must be a reason for saying that ‘I don’t know’ after 10-years marriage. It could be the accumulation of disappointments in your heart, the stuffs that you’ve been trying to let out but just end up bouncing on that unseen wall. It could be small things, but your partner just doesn’t seem to ever understand what you want. It could be as simple as when you’re excited to tell your partner what happened in the workplace that day, but the opposite party just doesn’t look that excited when you do it. Worse, “Shush…!” you coz the football game is starting on TV right at that time. Hmm, looking back at those ‘meaningful six years’ (at this point, you usually forget—or want to forget—the bad things that also took place during those six years) and remembering that being always listened must have been like some escapade. 

…Or for an even bigger reason. You caught him paying a special attention to another woman. This probably makes it feel right for you to say the “means so much” and “I don’t know.”

Some say, if you can hurt me I can hurt you too… If you don’t understand me after I’ve tried to make you understand me that means bad news for both parties… U guys, can all these conditions really ‘legalize’ the way you compensate for your disappointments by doing the same thing to the opposite party?

My parents keep telling me that a relationship always, always takes sincerity in giving in and struggle for the sake of many hearts. They don’t believe in paying back bad attitude with the same bad, or even worse, attitude. The payback should only be given by God. How easier said than done, I thought. But I must admit that I’ve seen them prove—not always, but they’re proving just fine—sincerity and struggle in more than a quarter of century.

Still, saying that you don’t know if you love the person who’s been there to raise the children together with you and perhaps put up with your boring jokes and nagging demands for years… …

I reckon, whenever I start a new relationship, at that very second I must commit to it, heart and soul. It’s dead difficult especially when I’m upset and disappointed! But I have to. I do, I do, I do…!

The first thing I have to put on my mindset is ‘respect’. My current relationship deserves priority and therefore responsibility. Holding onto them is what makes the relationship worthwhile. Therefore the grass hopefully stays green :)

What about the salon girl and her six years in the past? Well, she’s got her own reasons. I couldn’t meddle with that, could I? I know that there’s no right answer to which one is the most important: the past, the present or the future? I’d say they’re all are, but with different functions and different priority. I deem the past as groundwork for the present and the present for the future. Just like house groundwork, it can never be out in the ground. It must stay underground. You can value the memories in the past, take lessons from it, or maybe laugh about it, but not going back there. Absolutely not when you’re in a relationship.

The future is there for you to seize. And the present, enriched by lessons from the past, is the vehicle for you to ride into the future. You break it, then you gotta fix it in order to continue your journey. If it can’t be fixed, then it’s become your past, but it’s okay coz you’ve fought hard for it already. It’s time to find another vehicle towards the future. Mind you, it’s a mere analogy. Please don’t confuse yourself by believing that I see a partner as a vehicle. Huge mistake. Besides that, I’m talking about the relationship, not the person. Let’s not make our already uneasy life harder with unnecessary judgment, shall we?

Anyways, I once saw a card saying true love never runs smooth. This, I agree.

February 17, 2007

Questioning

Filed under: ...ouch!, circle, love (wutelse?) — by altari @ 11:12 pm

As much as I know that it’s important to find out h.o.w. …

I want so much to go back asking w.h.y. every now and again.

Am I too stuck to even realize that I am?

Have you ever been in a situation where you feel you don’t belong there? I mean, a kind of situation that you’re already familiar with because (!)you’ve let yourself being compensated by others for too long already.

Quit it may sound tempting. Well, it does to me. However, in effect of doing it can possibly break more than just two hearts.

I’d like to sigh, please…

C’mon, Al, hold yourself together.

January 17, 2007

“Honey, I’m hooomme!”

Filed under: ...ouch!, circle, guilty, love (wutelse?), sorry, thanks — by altari @ 6:41 pm

It’s been almost two months since my last post. I’ve moved out to the new home, about 15 minutes via freeway from my parents’.

Everyday is all about adjustment, adjustment, adjustments. With the surrounding peeps, with the chores, with being away from my family and my rabbits… with no telephone line installed yet… :D

Well, nothing has surprised me just yet so far. I think I’m managing just okay. And I never forget about my green grass here of course, ever! Mmmuach! …Just couldn’t find the time to leave a new post. Sorry for that.

Right, many have happened. My exam was on December 3, 2006. After finished doing it, I never felt that optimistic in my life before… about failing it. This kind of feeling immediately led me to feel many more negative feelings, that I’m such a disappointment to my parents… how I’ve wasted my time a lot… how I’ve wasted their time in raising me… FYI, I still feel this way until now and am not planning to remove it from my heart. Deem it as a reminder to do better next time, no matter what the exam results will be.And then, the bad news came while I . An old friend got hit by a motorcycle and her head was injured. That’s not easy to my heart. Seeing her lay down in the hospital, unconscious and powerless, was just heartbreaking. But thank God, her parents and boyfriend were strong and hopeful. They have to, and they know it. And thanks again, God, for sending her back to her family.A president was hung. An airplane went missing. A boat was drowned. A train fell from a bridge. And the world is still busy.I’m busy.

I learn how to cook properly. I sweep. I mop. I wash. I tolerate. I swallow. I argue. I listen. I keep my mouth shut at times. I smile widely. I missed out The Simpsons, often. I sleep early. I hate. I love.

“Honey, I’m hoooomme!”

November 22, 2006

Here ‘we’ go…

Filed under: circle, love (wutelse?) — by altari @ 11:30 pm

The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

-..- by Oriah Mountain Dreamer -..-

(3 nights, 8 hours and 30 minutes to go… Bismillah.)

November 6, 2006

The Quality Time…

Filed under: circle, love (wutelse?), thanks — by altari @ 12:50 pm

Was watching Grey’s Anatomy, the ‘Deny Deny Deny’ episode with my folks. No Indonesian subtitle, and English is just not their first language. Anyways, when Meredith’s Mum, Ellis Grey, suddenly burst into the MRI room and gave medical instructions to Alex, there was another drama in my living room:

Dad: Is she a doctor or a patient? (In a confused tone. Not surprising, coz Ellis was on bed minutes before)

Me: She used to be a good doctor. But she had to retire due to Alzheimer.


Ten minutes later after commercial break. On TV, everybody panicked coz Ellis’ room was empty. George was supposed to watch out for her.

Dad: What happened?

Me: (Telling myself: Here we go again…) Ellis went missing.

Dad: Where did she go?

Me: (Inhale-exhale deeply) That’s what everyone’s asking actually.


After another commercial break:

Dad: They wear different colors of uniforms. D’you know what each means?

Me: (Trying hard to catch what Addison was telling Meredith. FYI, English is not my first language either) Dunno… Not sure…

Dad: Does each color represent a particular grade?

Me: Maybe (What did Addison say again?)

Dad: That man just now seems to be the big boss, but he wears the same color like his employees. Why?

Me: … I’ll ask the producer about that later.


So I hardly got what the episode was all about that night. Can’t believe this kind of thing has been going on for tens of years in my life. Newsflash: I’m moving out of my parents’ house by the end of November.

Come to think of that, as much as Dad’s questions during the series being played kinda bugged me, I’m definitely gonna miss this moment with him, much!

Well, I guess I don’t mind being bugged :)

PS: I watched it on 01-Nov, so it was before I made the ‘to do’ list on my previous post. Don’t get too suspicious yet ;) Well, the good news is, I’m still hangin’ on the list. Ooh yeah!

October 31, 2006

Love, Killin’ Kind.

Filed under: love (wutelse?) — by altari @ 7:50 am

Got a forwarded message from a friend.

A guy who rode a motorbike with his girl were speeding over 100 MPH on the road.

Girl: Slow down. I’m scared!
Guy: No, this is fun!
Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: …Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
The girl hugged him.
Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.

In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building due to brakes failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived.

The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn’t want to let his girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug him one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even thought it meant that he would die.

Ooooowww… <:-(

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