Each day there is always something happened that reminds us how fragile and short life is. Nothing is permanent. Your scrubs uniforms can get worn, married couple can get divorce, happy family can be torn apart, and so on.

Today is one of those day. I saw a news, a husband and wife at their 30s were shot to dead by robbers right in front of their kids and babysitter. Happened recently, back in my hometown. Very heart-breaking and sad.

Imagine the toddlers (said to be 3 and 5 years old), I don’t know if they will have this trauma or memory of this incident. It’s also very hard to imagine that they once have a parent who love and care of them, and now… suddenly gone.

I can’t imagine if I were in their shoes. No more parent sending them to school at their first day. No more mother-daughter’s talk. No parent to attend graduation’s day, wedding day, and so on.

I told myself to start living for the present, not just catching the future and end up regret. We can plan but we seriously have no idea and can’t predict what may happen tomorrow. Things like tsunami, earthquake, robbery, they don’t tell you when they are going to come.

Cherish your life.

I’m not a football/soccer fan, and so does hubby. We are more interested in rocawear website, analyzing the design, function and whats not. Told you, we’re the creative geek couple. So when there was this football match among Southeast Asian countries – AFF Suzuki Cup 2010 – we didn’t really care about it and just follow the score update from our Twitter timeline. Gosh, there goes the era of reading offline newspaper.

Our ignorance ended when our home-country, Malaysia (hubby’s) and Indonesia (mine), went into final. Twitter-land started to heat up when they have the final 1st leg on last Sunday Dec 26th at KL, Malaysia. Suddenly I was affected with the football fever and purposely followed the match from Twitter timeline. Too bad Indonesia lost 0 – 3.

There was an audience(s) pointing green laser to players in the middle of the match, immediately numerous of people tweeted about #Malaysiacheatlaser and it became trending topic. *surprise me* Proofing how large Twitter users from Indonesia is and we can unite if we really want to.

Well, tonight was the final 2nd leg at Jakarta, Indonesia. Hubby and I followed the first half of the game from Twitter timeline and went out to coffee shop to watch the second half. The place was crowded, everyone facing the projector screen and TV, yelling all time, waving their Malaysia’s flag, boo-ing when the TV directed to Indonesia’s players/trainers, so shiok!

Despite the large number of supporters from stadium & Twitter-land, dearest Indonesia team didn’t came out as the champion. We did win the game 2 – 1. But added the score on the 1st leg, we are at 2 – 4. *sad*

Today’s trending topic was: #GarudaFightsBack, Congratulation Malaysia, #thankyouriedl, #loveindonesia, and so on. I’m amazed with how we use social media. Well, somehow football unites us (fellow Indonesians) and hubby & I. It’s our first time watching football match together btw, yeap we didn’t even watch World Cup.

Another not-less amaze news, Malaysia PM declares this Friday as public holiday not long after the winning. Like this also can. -___-”

Oh well, one good news and one bad news in one post. Such is a life.

Moving on to the good news first. I have a relative’s wedding coming in 2 weeks time. Ah, Big day, wedding dresses, wedding cake, roses, big family gathering, etc. How lovely! It gives me a strong reason to visit Jakarta, the capital city of my home-country Indonesia. Will meet up with my parent there and I’ll get to see my cutie cousins, whom I haven’t seen in 4 years or so.

I am all exciting until I heard the news about the volcanic eruption from Mount Merapi at Central Java of Indonesia, read more. It’s been weeks and still going on. Sigh.

As if it is not sad enough to hear about the death news, evacuation and all, now some of the flight is being affected as well. Like KL – Medan and sometimes KL – Jakarta, depends on the situation of the eruption. Sigh.

Let’s pray for Indonesia. At the same time, pray that my upcoming flight won’t be cancelled.

Been wanting to post this since afternoon but couldn’t, cause there is problem with hosting server (corrupted as said). Therefore our sites were down for the half day, enough to frustrate me.

Homepage of Google’s Indonesia

Back to topic of the day. Yeap, it’s the 65th independence day for beloved country, Indonesia. Despite the corruption, the frequency of earthquake, the constant power failure in my hometown, the traffic jam, the pollution, whatever bad thing that you can think of, I am still proud for being an Indonesian. Seriously.

Although the education’s curriculum keeps on changing from year to year, but at least we are consistent with using Indonesian language for all the text book, whether it’s private or government school, unlike the neighborhood country Malaysia which focus on Melayu language for a while and English on next.

Thanks to the consistency, we (include Chinese) are pretty fluent in using Indonesian language. Writing medical resume in full Indonesian language shouldn’t be a problem. Compare to Malaysia (sorry), some of the Chinese don’t even know how to speak in Melayu, okay probably the basic words. To those who can speak/read/listen, kudos for you! I mean, as a citizen, we should be able to speak/read/listen/understand our country’s national language, regardless our race.

Just some thought from my small brain.

Dirgahayu Indonesia-ku! Daripada ikutan debat politik nga tentu, lebih baek berjuang sebaik2nya di bidang masing2 biar bisa mengharumkan nama negara di kancah internasional.

It looks like super-heavy-rain-which-caused-flood-inside-and-outside-the-house always happens at least once in a year. October 2007 I wrote about When water turns into an enemy and October 2008 I wrote about Say Hi to Mr Flood.

This year, the flood came one month early which was on last Saturday. I went to Cambridge Mall with boyfriend in the afternoon, when the sky has turn extremely dark. Not long after that it rain heavily while we sipped our coffee and chocolate drink at Starbucks.

The rain haven’t stop after 2 hours. My Mum told me that the flood has come into the house and that it was impossible for my Dad to fetch us home. Flood here and there. Don’t even mention about sedan cause MPV like Innova also couldn’t go through the flood.

So, we were literally trapped at Cambridge Mall. Great! We had dinner and sat for few more hours before the flood had finally gotten better.

Long time no see, Mr. Flood! There was at least 5 cm height of flood in the house. Imagine how high it was outside there.

As soon as we got home, we boyfriend quickly changed and helped my parents in throwing the water away (to the bathroom, which is also the source of the flood in the house). Luckily my superman is here, else it would be me who did the task in above picture. But, poor him, had a body ache and sweat so much after that. Erm, see the bright side, it can be counted as fat burners although not an instant one.

Now, I’m just wondering (more into worrying actually) what if I am not here and my bro goes studying abroad, how does my Mum gonna handle the flood? Wait until the maid comes in the next morning? What if the flood comes on Saturday? The maid doesn’t work on Sunday.

Sigh.