Ice cream with a comic strip - What's this?

My office has this mini mart run by its employee cooperative (koperasi karyawan) and I'm one of its loyal visitors. One day I checked out its ice cream chest freezer and lo what I found: The classic ice cream sandwich!

Source: My personal collection

This ice cream reminded me of one of the good time in the ole good days when I once in a while lavishly spend my pocket money for an extravagant ice cream like this (you can imagine my "frugal" way of living back then). So, in the spirit of reminiscing "the ole good days", I quickly bought it. I ripped open the plastic wrap and found this:

Source: My personal collection

As pictured on the plastic wrap, there was a comic strip on the sandwich biscuits. The comic strip for the two biscuits (front and back) may be similar or not. The comic was quite amusing, but then again, I bought the ice cream because I wanted to eat it. I took a bite and ...

Source: My personal collection

Eew, it didn't taste as great as I thought it would be. I could actually tell at first glance of the unimpressive ice cream texture (as is always the case with all Wall's products). Aw, it just made me long for the old ice cream sandwich made by Campina (Wall's rival which in my opinion produce much better-tasted ice cream). Really you shouldn't judge the book by its cover (or in this case, an ice cream by its comic strip, hahaha).



Disclaimer: All written here is purely my personal opinion and is not meant to discredit any party written in my posting.

   

Have a Good Day!

Whoah, finally, writing again after several decades off the blog *exaggerating
For starter, I'd like to post my favorite things nowadays, things that I consume/use/wear frequently. The first object that has the honor to be mentioned first is this bottled-brownish liquid:

Picture taken from 9mart.tumblr.com

With this, I'm ready to face my day.

GOOD DAY(R) GREEN TEA LATTECINNO COFFEE!

Love this drink so much! I have tasted the other variants: Tiramisu Bliss, Funtastic Mocacino, and the fairly new Avocado Delight. All leave not-so-fantastic aftertaste, but not the Green Tea Lattecinno! There's a good balance between sweet and bitter taste of sugar and coffee in this beverage, and the aroma surely reminds me of green tea. So drinking this means you're drinking a mixture of green tea and coffee, hence the name of the variant. The best blend of Good Day so far, I may say. Good job, Good Day!

Who would have known...

My cousin was driving me to my office this afternoon, but no more than a few meter drive, he abruptly stopped the car, opened his window, and shouted to the security guard of the housing complex who was sitting by the door of the surveillance post.

"What's wrong with him?" said my cousin, pointing to the man who was lying in front of the security guard. He was a driver for the folks who lived across my parents' house. His eyes were shut while receiving a head massage from the security guard.

"He's sick," said the masseur. I was surprised because at first I thought he slept from having received such a pleasant massage. But at second glance, he looked pale and seemed to contain his pain.

"You should inform his boss that he's sick," my cousin offered some advice, hoping that that driver could get a more proper help immediately. He then continued driving for fear of blocking the street since he stopped the car in the middle of it. He was driving me to my office, anyway, and I was already very late. 

It was a different working routine today. I had to take care of my kids first before taking them to my parents for "temporary daycare service" (that would be the most proper terms, ha-ha) and then leaving for work. Normally I trust a nanny to take care of my kids, especially the youngest who's almost two this year. Today I can't because she's taking her Lebaran (Eid) break to go back to her home town. There's actually one helper at home but it feels not right to weigh all the house chores AND my child caring to her to do all by herself.

Two hours later, I called my mom about an errand she wanted me to do on the way to my office. 

"Go pick it up at my office. I've told my staff to prepare the stuffs for you to bring," said my mom in a hurried voice. "I can't talk for long, I had to go the neighbor across the house. Someone died."

"Huh? Who?" I implored.

"Pak XXX."

"Who?" I asked again to clarify if she was joking because the name of the dead person is the same with my dad's.

"Pak XXX, the driver of the neighbor across the house. Okay, I got to go now," and she hung up.

I was literally shocked. I honestly disregarded the entire incident this afternoon, thinking that it was probably a minor illness. Who knew that it was the last time I saw him alive...

I shuddered thinking about it. You really cannot undermine the value of time. Who knows if you'll still be able to see the sun rise or set tomorrow.

Therefore, in the spirit of Eid festivity which is still in the air, I humbly hope that Allah will allow us to encounter the next holy month of Ramadan. Taqabalallahu minna wa minkum, shiyamana wa shiyamakum (may Allah receive your ibadah during the month of Ramadan and mine, as well as your fasting and mine).

Happy Eid Mubarak, everyone (who celebrates it), and value your time better!




 

안녱 하서

It's not until tonight that I find out I can open blogger.com after working hour at my office. Yippee! Now I can write again on my blog! I haven't written any post for a long long time because I usually arrive at home late. When I got home, my kids had been asleep and I didn't find opening or even touching my laptop appealing at such hour. I often think if only there were a machine that could type what I was thinking, that would be super cool. Perhaps I have to wait for my kids' generation to build one for me *wishful thinking

Now let's catch up with what I've been up to lately. As you can see on the post title, it's a hangeul a.k.a. Korean writing. Thanks to my addiction to Korean drama, I grow my curiosity in the language. Moreover, it's said that the Korean alphabets are among the easiest to learn.

So there I go. I downloaded several study material at www.talktomeinkorean.com and tried to understand the language, 한국어 or hangugeo, they say. Yes, it did seem easy when I follow the material. But I haven't got the chance to download all the materials and so I haven't learned much, actually. Still I'm happy that I've experienced something new.

Then one day a colleague offered the Korean drama maniacs in my office to join her in a Korean language class. That's great! That was what I think until I realize that oh my God, it's not easy at all to learn the hangugeo.

There's the alphabets that I have to learn by heart, which I haven't so far. To really get a good grasp of it, writing practice everyday is necessary, and that's something I haven't committed myself to. I tried to read them whenever there are some hangeul alphabets displayed in a Korean drama or show, but I ended up pulling my hair out of frustration.

In the class, the seonsaengnim (선생님) or the teacher has begun to talk in Korean all the time. "Oh oh," I was thinking, "What was he saying?" It seems that I'm not the only one, because there was one time when the seonsaengnim (who is still at his 20's by the way. Gosh, can't you believe that? I'm being taught by some kid!) talked to her in Korean. He was asking her to repeat a sentence that we had just learned. And what did she do? She said, "Ne (네)", which means "Yes". Yes, I got it but I didn't really get it, that's more like it *lol

So please don't ask me to talk in Korean. I will probably say "Annyeong haseo (안녱 하서)", and then "네? 네..."

L A T E R

Wow, what should have been a few hours when I said "see you LATER" on my previous posting turns out to be a few months. Well, let's look at the bright side: The year is still 2013 and not 2014. Or much later *giggle

It is certainly not easy to write a blog post especially after you have two kids, one is nearly 3 years old and the other one 8 months. The little one particularly sticks to me like a postal stamp and would scream like someone had harmed her, almost everytime I put her down even for a little while (This is my thesis: There's this lingering anxiety in second borns that your loved ones will not pay attention to you and leave you for the big brother/sister, so they often act up.).

That's problem no. 1. 

Problem no. 2: I am a working mother who leaves for work at 7.45 AM and arrived home at 9-ish PM. 

Problem no. 3: I cannot blog at the office because blogger.com is blocked.

Problem no. 4: I don't carry around my laptop because it's too heavy and I already have 2 bags to carry to the office: Bag no. 1 is my main bag where I put my wallet, cell phones, umbrella, etc.; Bag no. 2 is for carrying breastmilk bottles and sometimes lunch box.

Problem no. 5: I am already too sleepy and tired when I get home, or too busy with my kids or house chores, or simply too lazy to blog because there's this temptation to just watch korean drama instead, hahaha.

While on the train on the way home, I often think, if only there is this machine which could translate what I'm thinking of or saying on my mind into written words. The time wasted while standing or sitting doing nothing should have been directed for better things like blogging instead of just making tweets or checking people's facebooks. Blogging is writing, and writing makes you think a lot. In my case, blogging is my way of recalling my english skill. And posting some rants. Curhat colongan if you say it in bahasa indonesia. :)

Problem no. 6: There was a time when I didn't have internet connection at home. No modem. If I want to get internet connection, I would have to wait my husband to come home and lend me his modem. So pitiful, wasn't it?

So, today is a special day because I get to make a blog post. Yay!