Begitulah Yaya hari ini.

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Yaya's Blogger
Happy birthday to youuuu...

Time really flies, It's been 3 months since I created my dearest blog. At first I just wanted a place where I can write poen, but time went by...and wouldn't I know it, it has become like sort of my diary. All my thoughts, my feelings, they're there typed.

I have a hard times finding the right title for my blog. First, the title was The story of my life, but in times it didn't feel right anymore because there are someone else's story (which I made it into an article or poems) in here. So, I changed it into ..and my love stories continue. I came up with this after having been watched Ordinary People, in its last episode there is the same sentence. And I found that sentence has a deep meaning, that's why I chose it.

Again, that title didn't last long because in here there are more than love stories (thought most of it is about love). Now, I change my blog's title again. Yaya's Reflection seems suitable enough, cos I hope whoever read my blog, that person will feel they are me. I know, the search of finding the right title maybe never end, depends on where my writing going.

Anyway...once again happy birthday dear my blog. Wish you always keep me company whatever I do and wherever I go in my life. Amin..

I have tried to do "Istikharah prayer" and speak with my heart, what does it want. I know actually somewhere deep in my heart I already have the answer. I'm just afraid to say it out loud.

Dear Mr.Allergy, thank you for being in my life. As I know that you're in my life because I was born in an allergic family. Although, I have to admit now I want to break up with you. All these times, I've been a very patient girl with you.

I have done whatever you want me to do. You want me to eat Ryzen (my allergic medicine), I eat it. You want me to stop eating prawns and squids, I stop eating them. Even when you want me to cut down eating fish and chickens, I try to cut them down. You even dropped by whenever I have troubles on my mind.

I'm very sorry, I have to say : enough is enough..! You are in my life nothing but making me suffer. All my adult life I have spent in and out the Immunology Clinic, not to mention the uncountable dates I had have with my allergic doctor.

We have our fun (eventhough for me, I'm missing a lot of good food because of you), but now it's time to say our goodbye. If you love me that much, let's break up.

Sincerely,

Yaya

It's the time of the year again, going back home alias "Mudik" (in Indonesia). Not that I hate going back home, but the hustle bustle of the preparation before it that makes me wants to say : oh, noooooo...!!!! But, since I'm the only child of my parents that hasn't married yet, I need to 'chaperone' my parents.

Let's see, first there is a "let-the fighting-over-which-plane-to-take-begins" stage, which my mom and dad have a tense discussion over which plane to take. My dad as usual wants the most practical and cheapest plane to take (any plane), my mom on the other hand wants (also) the cheapest plane but it has to be Garuda (what's with Garudan anyway??). Thanks God, by the time I write this, my mom and dad finally made an agreement which plane to take.

Second, deciding which hotel we're going to stay. I hope we're staying in a hotel near the beach. I love beach, the sand, the ocean, the smell of it, and who knows I might meet someone there....hahahaha...

Well, the preparation doesn't end there, we still have to buy the so called "oleh-oleh" for my grandma, aunties, uncles, and my cousins. Getting oleh-oleh for my grandma is not that hard, since she will love whatever we give her. But, for my aunties, uncles and my cousins (which honestly speaking I'm so confused which one with which name) is not that easy. Last year we gave bags for my aunties, this year I don't know what my mom will get for them.

And of course, the packing. I'm not going to make the same mistake as last year again, this year I only bring clothes that I can mix and match them and lots of daster to wear at the hotel.

Anyway, I have to say, despite the journey (before the actual journey begins, which is mudik) is very exhausted, I'm very excited meeting my family outside Jakarta. Who knows, next year I don't have the chance again. By the way, have I mentioned that I 'm going to Makassar?

- When you're really love something, you will put your heart and soul doing it -

I believe that, and I also believe that everything has its own season. There was time when I really loved getting myself into many mailing lists, making friends in the milists, having my own gank from it, being the moderator once, even falling in love with someone in the certain milist.

Then, I got to know friendster. Actually, it is also to make new friends, find old friends, even soul mate. It's amazing what a friendster can do. I learn what my friends (even my brother-in-law) thinks of me through their testimonials. I even found my childhood friend and my crush (back in the college) in the friendster. I just love to expand my social life by getting to know new friends through friends' friends.

The latest one is blogspot. Everybody can have his/her own blogspot with its uniqueness. With blogspot we can be creative, show the world who we really are. And, I get to know many great people through blogspot too. I also love surfing from one blogspot to another. Not to mention, I learn to write by reading other people's writings.

I notice one thing : no matter where you are, in the milist, friendster, or having your own blog, you can always make new friends, find something new, and of course...show the world who you really are.

Nyadar gak sich kalo kita secara gak langsung suka ngasih stempel ke orang? Misalnya aja stempel -stempel yang melekat di diri Yaya sendiri. Sampai-sampai di testimonial friendsterku ada yang nulis : Yaya itu AFI, AFI, AFI, sekali lagi AFIIIIII (saking senengnya Yaya sama AFI).

Stempel yang lainnya yang ada di Yaya yaitu aku ini "banci milis" banget, saking buanyaknya milis yang aku ikuti. Bener sich, sebenarnya stempel yang ini ;) soalnya Yaya dan milis udah kayak amplop dan perangko. Satu "stempel" yang aku sukaaaaa banget yaitu : Queen Of Love :) Seorang yang bijaksana sekali (menurutku) memberikan gelar ini setahun yang lalu.

Gak apa-apa sich kalo stempel yang dikasih berdasarkan kenyataan yang ada dan nadanya cuman untuk bercanda aja. Tapi kalo stempel yang dikasih udah berdasarkan penglihatan secara kasar aja gimana?

Sebenarnya stempel "miss curhat itu baik atau buruk ya? Mmmmm...karena ada yang ngasih aku stempel ini, aku jadi mikir lebih dalam lagi tentang makna "miss curhat". Bisa dibilang stempel yang baik, bisa juga dibilang stempel yang buruk, tergantung dari sisi mana ngeliatnya.

Sisi baiknya : dibilangin miss curhat berarti kita adalah orang yang ekspresif mengungkapkan isi hati kita sendiri kepada orang yang kita udah yakin kalo dia gak ember'.

Sisi buruknya : kalo miss curhat, curhatnya ke beberapa orang (apalagi orang yang baru dia kenal).

Stempel "miss curhat" yang ada di aku membuat aku jadi merenung daleeeem banget. Bener gak sich seorang Yaya itu "miss curhat"? Ternyata setelah direnungkan dalam-dalam, bener kok stempel itu karena seorang Yaya adalah orang yang most of the times, ekspresif. Tapi salah besar kalo stempel ini membuat orang mengira aku miss curhat yang sembarangan numpahin curhatannya ke sembarang orang.

Jadi, stempel? siapa takut....