Nonier's Blog, page 6

Five

Oh, is it five months already? Man, time is surely flying. Okay, let's have a review. (still) Sleep deprived? Check! (still) Not loosing weight? Check! (sigh...)  Learning bubble talk? Check! Sleeping on stomach - alert? Check! Fever-cough-runny nose package? Check! Just so happy over a smile of my Twinkle Little Star? Check!!!

Now, the work review. Office tasks? Check! New novel script? Hmm... it's tricky. I have "plenty" of time on the train, just let my mind hanging, thinking of plots and characters. Yet the realization part outside that "plenty" of time is not simple. So far, still on chapter I.

I need more powerful will power! Goooooooooo...!

Daycare Day One

Hi, Guys. Maybe today is not such an important day for you, but it is for me. My Twinkle Little Star goes to Daycare in the office. The train trip was okay, although not convenient enough. I think she enjoys this new environment. Hopefully she'll stay strong and cheerful. ^_^

Twinkle Little Star

It seems like every parents gush about their babies. I do too. First three months is challenging. Tear and blood, smile and laughter. All worth it. How adorable to see the clock and starts laughing just because the second hand is ticking. Life is just so simple.

Fictitious

I thought a lady wearing hair roller on top of her head in public is just a scene in comics or comedy movie, but I really saw one in the train station platform this morning. Sometimes fact is more fictitious than fiction.

Oneliner

When it is after 12.00 o'clock, the time runs faster, because the hour hand is going down.

                                                                                                                     - Lik Siti -

Nonirexia

Anorexia is when you think you are fat when in fact you are so skinny. Nonirexia is when Noni still feels that she is slim when actually her usual clothes don't fit at all anymore, or in other words, she is delusional. And she is me.
Oh, my...

Sunset and Sunrise

Dear Friends,
In this past month, two big things happen to me. A sunset and a sunrise in my life. Losing someone I deeply love and having someone I dearly love.
Mami, you are the greatest mom in the world. I wish you are happy in your new place now. Our thoughts and prayers to you. You are loved and always in our hearts (230512).
My chubby angel, you bring us happiness more than you know. The sunshine that warms our days. Our hopes and prayers for you. Wi yov yu so much! (180612).

Third Novel

Dear Friends,

Hope you enjoy my third novel entitled "Sempurna" (which I know it is imperfect), released in May 2012.
And thank you so much for your supports and comments.

Love,
Noni

Bahn..huff!

It has been almost a month I take Commuter Line and frankly it still amazes me how we are so "understanding" with the inconvenience. I have to take the CL to other destination first just to get a seat because when the train arrives in the station where I'm located, it's already difficult to enter, especially with this "voluminous" body. And not everyone is gladly offering her seat to pregnant lady. Some stare and just close their eyes, even purposely ignore (Come on, woman, can't you see the protruding belly right in front of your nose? You saw me! And you are a woman, you know how uneasy this phase is). You know what, sometimes I ask directly to the ladies to get me a seat he he. And the chance of getting sour face is 50-50. That's why I decide to do the "go to other direction strategy" so I can get a seat without troubling anyone. The fact is, there are special seats for pregnant ladies, elders, mom with kids and handicapped people. When get to that seat I bluntly ask for a seat, because it is my right, if I may say that. The funny thing is, the doors to those seats don't have any additional step to enter or exit, and some train stations still have low platform. So, if I have to exit from that nearest door, the platform is so far below that sometimes I have to sit first on the train floor just to get my feet on the ground. Otherwise I couldn't reach it. Normal ladies just jump. I couldn't, or the baby will be delivered right on the spot...
Huff...
     

Commuter Liner

So, it has been a week since I move to my new (rented) house. It has also been a week I take Commuter Line (local train) to go back and forth from house to work. Not like what I imagine, the nice comfortable train where we can sit back and relax, read something or have a chat or just observe the surrounding while wait for the train to arrive, it is so the opposite! It's a full pack of people who squeeze in and get stuck like sardines. And we have to deal with it every working day. I really wonder what happen to public service. Can at least the railway authority add some coaches in certain working hour or add the frequency of the schedule. It is not human to live like that, man. Especially for certain people, such as elders, handicap people, pregnant ladies or women with little children. For this time being, I still get the privilege to sit (thank you, kind people), but sometimes it is hard to get one when you can't even move.
Or when people who sit are "sleeping" (or can I say pretending to sleep), or busy with their cellphone that they do not see around, just stuck their faces to the gadget. Yes, I observe some people choose to ignore others by playing busy with their gadget mode or sleep mode. Perhaps they think that it is already hard for them to get the seat, why bother give it to others? It's a jungle, man, whatever it takes to survive.
But, the are still some considerate people, I never loose hope on that, who are willing to help others or at least assist the one who needs to get a better place/spot. Let's be that kind of person.
Anyway, I will tell you the special first day working with CL. It is unforgettable. I took the train at 07.14, which I thought vacant enough, and there I was, stood up in amazement to see how many people were lining up in the platform. I wondered how I could get in. I actually could, but not for long because the wave of more people would come in the next station. A lady advised me not to stand up, asking someone to give me a seat, or my protruding belly be squeezed like a lemonade. And she was right. As soon as I got the seat, here went the people like the school of sardines, making no more space. It's crazy.
Going back in the afternoon was the same case. Moreover it was raining like cats and dogs, with big thunder included. I brought the umbrella but it is not significant at all to keep the body dry. And the station, and the street were flooded by the fast current of the water. A motorcycle was even sank to the gutter because the rider could not see any gutter, it was completely full of water. From the railway station I took angkot. Unfortunately, it didn't run well since the water hit the engine and it broke down couple of time. And when I arrived at home, in wetter condition than before, the electricity went out, which is just wonderful because I have no candle or flashlight yet. Just great.
So, the conclusion of my first experience was wet, bloating, tired to the bone, dark like in the cave but hot like burning stove. Such a happy day...