Bismillah

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Countdown with hours from now. O Allah, please ease our way and bless us for tomorrow. Aamiin aamiin aamiin.

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The Engagement

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It’s hard to tell when does exactly we got engaged. But this picture was taken on May 2nd at an Italian Restaurant. We sat by the window, bathed by warm spring sun, happily eating our delicious crab spaghetti when you finally popped the question.
That was not really the first time you asked me “the question”, was it?
I laughed, smiled, teasing you.
But I can see you trying to make me believe that it was a serious moment. I suddenly know it was.

So I said yes, definitely, hundred thousand yes.

Not long after that, your parents came to see mine, and just like that. We are engaged.

There was no engagement ring, or you kneeling down with flowers and ring.
It was just you, staring me with serious gaze, asking “Grace, would you marry me?”

But you know what?
It was perfect.

Happy Birthday, dear Love

Happy Birthday, dear Love

Today is my mother’s bday. 5 days ago was my father’s. I suddenly had this familiar melancholy about leaving the house after getting married. Suddenly I feel I had very short time staying under one roof with my mom, only 15 years in which only around 4 years I can remember / not in constant fight with her.
I wasnt closed to her, and we often had hot arguments, sometimes I said rude things to her, even as a child.
I am not proud of this. I have many regrets of my past behaviour toward my parents.

Now suddenly the thought of leaving home, meeting them only for a month every year, it scares me.
I still think that the greatest gift I am having while I live away from home is the abilitu of me to pick up the phone and hear my mother’s voice anytime I want.
I am scared that if I live faraway for too long, someday maybe it will change. I am so scared 😦

Is this kind of feeling that my parents had back then when I entered boarding school for the first time?

Pride

Been long time since the last time I updated my blog. I eventually broke the challenge of one photo a day. It’s difficult keep it update with the low internet connection in Indonesia.
Anyway, Eid mubarak!
This year’s eid in shaa Allah will be my last as a single xD
This picture was taken at my grandma’s house. Apparently my dad hangs my graduation picture on my grandma’s wall. We dont even have it in my own house!
I just realized that to my grandparents I am such their pride. To be able to graduate from quite reputable university overseas, not to mention I am their first grandchild.
Sometimes i feel bad that I may not appear as what they thought. I mean, I am no genius, graduate with average GPA and barely got A! Even my thesis wasnt published and I currently still have no job!

Of course I wish things will get better for me from this on. Bismillah!

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Pride

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Been long time since the last time I updated my blog. I eventually broke the challenge of one photo a day. It’s difficult keep it update with the low internet connection in Indonesia.
Anyway, Eid mubarak!
This year’s eid in shaa Allah will be my last as a single xD
This picture was taken at my grandma’s house. Apparently my dad hangs my graduation picture on my grandma’s wall. We dont even have it in my own house!
I just realized that to my grandparents I am such their pride. To be able to graduate from quite reputable university overseas, not to mention I am their first grandchild.
Sometimes i feel bad that I may not appear as what they thought. I mean, I am no genius,