Monthly Archives: October 2011

Cadar

First thing first, I have nothing against cadar, nor am I in favor of it. I have never joined the people who made fun of cadar, neither have I defended it. I don’t even want to discuss the hukum  of wearing it.

This post is purely written out of my curiosity. Well, and a wee bit of confusion.

So, there’s this account on facebook, owned by a local restaurant. One cadarer (she called herself that, so let’s just use that word from now on) asked the restaurant if they have a separate dining space for cadarers, with the reason being “supaya wajahnya nggak dilihatin orang.” Expectedly, the restaurant doesn’t have that kind of area. It was an aiming-for-teenagers kind of restaurant. Of course, it doesn’t have a closed-private-vip area like high class restaurants do. Anyway, some more cadarers joined the conversation, suggesting the restaurant to provide a closed area. Of all of them, only one cadarer was sure that nobody would stare at them when they’re eating with their cadars on.

I think it’s a little strange.

It’s strange how they don’t want people to look at their faces, yet they have facebook accounts! With photos in it. With pose. With two fingers forming a V, and whatnot. I mean, if they don’t want people to look at their faces, why create a facebook account in the first place? Why upload photos in it? You think people can’t look at your faces in the photos? Well, guess what, not only that they can look, they can also stare. They can stare for a loooooonggg time at your face. Now, why is that any different with staring at your face while you’re eating? What is your cadar for, then? See my logic here?

I am not against cadar, I made that clear. My aunt and my cousin wear it. Their favorite restaurant is Pizza Hut, visit it almost every week. With their cadars on. And they don’t give a sh*t when people stare at them. And there’s no way in hell that they would join facebook. Because they believe that their cadars are meant to protect themselves and everyone else from the sin of looking at a woman’s face.

The way I see it, when you devotedly believe in one thing, then be consistent about it. If you believe that it is haraam for people to look at you, then keep the social activities to a minimum. Do take away your food, don’t go nongkrong, and definitely don’t go parading yourselves in social networking sites.

Of course, being the nosey person that I am, I commented on their post. I know. I can’t believe I did that, either. Tsk.


Iseng Iseng

my first four words are genuine, loyal, outspoken and compassionate.

what’s yours? 🙂


Death

I don’t remember Death often. I know that I should, but… I just don’t. I didn’t even see Death the day it took my gran. It wasn’t about Death, for me it was merely the fact that she’s gone. It didn’t occur to me that she was taken by something. Death.

When I do think of Death, it is always about someone else’s. There were times when I spent sleepless nights worrying that Death would take my family. But my own Death? Well, yeah, I have thought about that, but not that much. So stupid, so arrogant that I think that Death would never come for me.

I’ve heard of three Deaths last week. The wife of a fellow student died from a dengue fever. The girlfriend of a friend met Death with a stomach flu. And my friend from high school greeted Death in a childbirth. Three times Death came to my circle, in one week. And all of them Death took were young, happy, active people like me. I know Death is always there. Watching over me, waiting for the right time to take me. I’ve known that for a long time. But, Death never feels this close before.


Missing You…

isn’t easy.

But having you to miss is wonderful and I’m grateful for that.

🙂


My Graduation Gift Wish List

This is what I call love at the first sight ❤

Hubby, take notes yah. This baby isn’t cheap lho! 😉

*picture from http://au.bluenile.com/oval-sapphire-diamond-bracelet_7594


I Don’t Hate Babies, But…

I felt giddy and literally shivered as I flicked through a friend’s photo album in facebook just now. She just had a baby boy (or girl?), I’m not sure, the name sounds like a unisex one. Anyway, she uploaded tons of baby pictures and randomly tagged people, including me. It annoys the hell out of me when people do that. Sure, I understand some people like to parade their precious ones, but, hello! One picture is enough to inform people about your bundle (or bundles) of joy.

To make things worse, nampaknya semua orang sedang/akan/ingin punya bayi. That means in a few months or so, they’re gonna tag me in their kids’ pictures and my facebook page will be flooded with babies!

Come on, I don’t really fancy a real live baby (If I did, I would have one now, wouldn’t I?), so what made you think I like clicking on notifications tab only to find 50 new notifications of baby photos?

It’s not that I hate babies. I’ll make that clear. I just don’t like them. Wait, let me rephrase that. I just really really really don’t like them. You know, like if I had water and a baby is on fire, I’d rather drink it hahaha. Children, particularly those who can only speak monkey (namely: babies and toddlers) are just not my thing (yet).

See…this is what I don’t understand. It seems like everyone’s life is revolved around babies. Obsessed with babies. I mean, that’s perfectly okay when you’re obsessed with your own babies, but when you start poking around someone else’s life and endlessly asking them (well, me!) about when I’m going to have babies, that’s definitely not okay! Ask me once and when I answer “not yet”, respect that! Don’t go asking me again. Don’t try to squeeze some explanations out of me. Don’t try to convince me to have babies.

Just don’t.

I want to be sure what I’m getting myself into. Having babies is a very big thing, and I don’t want that kind of commitment yet. Right now, I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to be a mother. That, I’m sure.

Now, are you?

Are you sure that having babies is what you want? If you are, good. But what if you’re not?

A lot of people, I daresay, haven’t even got the chance to ask themselves that most important question, “Do I want it?”. It looks like you’re expected to pop out babies once you’ve got married. Looks like you have to. When I don’t, people think there’s something wrong with me. That I’m not healthy. That my husband can’t get the job done. That I’ve been westernized. That I’m this or I’m that. You know what, people?! Go fu*k yourselves.

It’s really none of your freakin’ business.

*SIGH*

I really wish people would stop asking me about kids.


I Love Everybody…

Some I love to be around,

Some I love to avoid,

Some I’d love to punch in the face.