He does not change. I change.

Fortunately still have a chance to feel the atmosphere of ielts test again. Learning ielts within full time job is so hard. However, it has to be faced.

Listening is the monster and i am very focus at this section. Often trying the mock test at internet. On the Day, i feel that i am so well-prepared notwithstanding no idea with the result later, cause, you know, listening is very tricky. You would be wrong by only forgetting the s letter. :/

Talking about reading, I think the past reading was ok. I also used to read the english texts. That said, i seldom try the reading mock test. And, when i feel the actual test, i got a confusing text, about Sydney and the road. Therefore, I wish i could have done more the reading mock test. Fiuh

The listening cures me, then. This is not about a capability, this is about passion, a.k.a i like writing so i enjoy the writing test. Absolutely, i did preparation. Cause, my previous writing score was not amazing. The topic makes me think too much. However, i keep start early and finally get the question key in the beginning of second paragraph, sentence 2 😀

If i am not wrong, all of participants stop the writing test at 12.30. After that, we go through with the speaking test. I get the speaking schedule at 3.05 pm. So, I have enough time to leye leye (rest). But my leye leye actually requires more time haha, i eat and talk with an acquaintace until 2 pm at a food place. Oh no

I am in a hurry after that to finish what i must finish before the test. I am a little bit anxious since I knew that my previous schedule of speaking test was getting faster. What about If the schedule earlier too now?

I go to the auditorium, waiting somebody from the speaker calls my name. And. You know what? This second test, my speaking schedule is on time — __–
So, the committee calls me when i have been calm. I find the classroom. I walk in front of the door, and obviously staring the native inside. Oh My God!! He is him!!!! I am anxious again.

Him is the person who i said to people that I did not like his accent. Him is someone who made me saying ‘pardon’ more than once. Him is my previous native speaker # – #

A woman goes out of the room. O ow, this is my time. I am waiting waiting waiting…. Lah. He doesn’t call yet

‘cekrek’. “you are….?”he asks.”…… i was your speaking participant two years ago sir. “…. Lol. Of course i do not say that, i just say my name and enter the room.

He doesn’t change. Still cheerful. Looks not getting older. Still have the same accent. Still respect. Still kind. On the other hand, i think i change. (hope it is a better change)

All and all, the speaking test is fun for me. Although, i have to make sure a question from him. The rest, i could get the meaning of the questions. I also can give improvisation to some answers. But do not ask are they the right answers or no 😀

Now, one week to go to see the result of the test. Huf. Huf. Hah. Wish it……. Wonderful +_+

Anyway, different with two years ago, in my second test, i am not sleepy ^0^

That is important, for real!!


International School

Honestly, i never went to the international school before. So, when my company assigned me to go to one of international school, i was excited (a lot).

And yea, after arrived, i was tacky seeing bunch of young foreigner students. Some of them looked so baby face, some of them looked old, few of them looked indonesian hehe.

The location of the school was in Cilandak. When we saw the front look, the school seemed only has one floor. But, if we went inside, there were more than one floor, they built the school down, like the areas were at the basement. I loved the green in the yard.

I analyzed the characteristic of the students. I presumed they would have significant dissimilarity with indonesian students. The result, some of them also liked chit-chat when there were a speaker doing presentation – _-”

They were ignorant, more ignorant than Indonesian state school students in my opinion. So, it means indonesian stu were ignorant too yha

What i like from them are their courage to ask, activeness in the class, and the most one is absolutely the english capability……… hemm yaiyala native. Indonesian stu have less courage in the class discussion, but, for those who studied in the intl school, they had magnificent english capacity :/

Ah. My English 😦

In the Tip of Ramadhan

Ramadhan is a month for Moslem to act their worship by doing fast. This is mandatory and beneficial for their soul and body, aside from purifying the link with God. Many scholars have explained the advantages, for instance fast gives the opportunity to our digestion having a good rest after working about 11 months in one year nonstop. Fast also brings around people to be grateful with what they have eaten in life. We know that many people are difficult solely to eat meat in that low income, even in a crisis country, none of food to eat. Accordingly, if we still eat vegetable, fruit, chicken, or tofu everyday, what God’s fortune else we can deny?

After ramadhan, lebaran arises. Lebaran is a celebration after full month fasting, identically spending time with family and relatives who live apart or far from you. So, you will reconnect your relationship with them again.

Nah, there are 3 things that is mostly available in your visit to family’s houses (at least my visit) in the lebaran activity, check it out

1. Nastar

Nastar is a cookies that is available in family’s living room. It overflows only when lebaran day :D. Nastar is a smooth food, round, yellow, and containing pineapple jam inside. The size takes after the children game, marbles. The taste is delicious. But because the main ingredient is floor, nastar could make you full instantly after four or five bites

2. Envelope (THR)

Nah, if you have lived more than 22 years and have a good job, you are preferred to give envelope to your cousins or your nieces as long as they still have a children / student title. That kids could earn 5 until 15 sheets of money, regardless the colour purple, green, blue, or the favorite one red XD The bigger your family, the more your envelope

3. Interogation a.k.a typical questions

Ustadz Salim in his book #mncrgknskl mentions that these kind of questions are like a gray cloud that tarnished the rainbow of feast day and sticky inquiries that exceed an expired nastar. There are some stages:

1) where do you study
2) why is that major
3) when will you graduate
4) have you gotten a job
5) where do you work
6) when will you marry
7) have you had a baby
8) how many children you have

In what stage are you? Wkwk

The closer you are with your relatives, the more extreme the question is. You could say “i am not gonna ask something like that since i dislike the questions”. Yet, when you were already more than 50 years old, i doubt you would not ask two or three stages. (it’s just all about the time – _-“)

Maybe those are sensitive, however showing care in another way.

That said, let’s just let it flow,

Positive thinking, and

Eat nastar. *krisp

That Young Woman

She scarcely woke up in the midnight. She guessed that that was the time when God wanted to talk to her (or the girl who more needed to talk). So, she searched the water and go on praying.

After praying, she slept again. She got up around 5 and pray again. She was so sleepy all that time.

Then, time showed around 7 o’clock in the morning. She went to the station and did daily routine which was going to work. Sadly, the train were full. She didn’t get a seat.

All the way to the city, she couldn’t hide her sleepy. She closed her eyes for several times. After that, she decided to do dzikr to disappear sleepy moment. Unfortunately, it failed. She tried another way by reading short surah-surah. That was unusual for her. Probably that was tahajud effect. Nevertheless, she was still sleepy.

Suddenly, in the middle of journey, a young woman in front of her invited a conversation. “do you want to sit?”

She was confused. It was so strange for a YOUNG woman offering a seat for a YOUNG woman. Then, she thought the young woman would arrive to her destination station early.

“yes” she replied. And without waiting, she started to sleep immediately. When she woke up, surprisingly that young woman still stood in front of her. Ckckck, the last stations were not the young woman destination.

She thought hard, so actually a kind young woman was still exist in the world huh. She thought hard, or perhaps she was an angel who sent to her from God for saving her from sleep by standing. Or the young woman just looked her sad when she closed her eyes while standing. Or. Maybe she got touched when looking her doing dzikr. Or maybe because of the surah-surah. Or maybe simply tahajud could make her life become smoother.

She thought in subconscious, “i have to do something.” Something that could make other people life easier.

‘goodness truly has domino effect’ kah :-/

The Reading Journey

I wonder if there is any journey of a reader when reading books

I think i have one

When i was an elementary school student, i loved reading comics. My fav one is detective conan. Since reading it, i really like something mysterious and wished to be a detective. The comics are monochrome by the way.

After that, detective conan released a colorful comic. That was very cool and expensive. Sometimes when you hold monochrome comics, they would rest you mark in the hand ^^ very different when you touch colorful comics, no mark at all, haha.

When i became a high school student, there was a comic series named death note. This comic is not about detective but quite mysterious story. Unfortunately there was no colorful papers in the death note comics. I still liked it because of the story.

My high school had a nice library with bunch of books. Here i started to stare at the novel shelves. In the end, i moved from reading comic to the novel. Fiction book.

Fiction story relies on the imagination of the author and i guess i have read a lot of marvelous fiction novels. No more comic. This kind of book also succeed to make me cry, laugh, annoyed and smile in one. Something that i did not get from the comic. One of my fav novel is Ayah 50%.

And then i was a college student, where i guess that was the last of journey, or, i don’t know :/ i read non-fiction books whether they are biography, psychology, motivation, IR, true story or/and religion type.

Reading non-fiction is really stimulating. I feel satisfied. Sometimes the books were so hard to be understood, but when you came to the final understanding, which means finally you understood the author’s masterpiece, it was so exceptionally good.

Purpose is a pull, motivation is an encouragement.

Most of the time, non-fiction books became my encouragement. To be happier, to be grateful, to be broad-minded, etc. Surely there was the ‘strange’ books sometimes, since i think i am not ready yet, i would stop read those and found another one.

Bear in mind that we don’t have to force ourselves to read everything!

I believe “there-is-a-time”
If the book / book type is good, they will come back to you sooner or later
If the book / book type is not good, fortunately you don’t read one ;D

The Second Time

So happy to have an opportunity to go back to a book fair this year. It is still marvelous and the books keep thought-provoking

I used to walk to the booths in sequence. Yet, this time i go to the booths randomly and it makes me confused when i come back to the front booths and forget it is the booth i have visited or not, wkwk

In a positive way, the vibes bring me to an area that sell many-things-not-book. I am tempted. I avoided this area last year because i wanted to be focus searching the good books *ceila. Now i think this area is not a bad idea 😀

During my trip to the venue, the banners in the big street shocks me. There is a fashion fest that i also came last year for the thesis business, held at the same time with the same venue with the book fair this year -_-

What brought me to the book fair is caused by my thesis too. Oh no, this is nostalgia, the book fair – the interview – the fashion fest – then the dream… 😦 unexpectedly i have been through a year, an upside down year, hmm, too much to be grateful at, fiuhhh

I imagine, will i come back to the book fair next year, and maybe the fashion fest too?… When i also imagine, that i would be suppose to be at another place with another vibes…………..


Okay i start rambling, read a new book is a healer i guess ^^”

Let’s get something to read, folks

A Panic Smombie

A smombie sleeps at a night train while she goes home from the office
Suddenly a woman next to her – who doesn’t know that the smombie is sleeping – surprises her by spreading news that there is a car-train accident at somewhere, affect to the our so slow train now

A smombie gets panic. What comes first on her mind is she doesn’t bring a phone charger -_-

Then, a woman next to her again, shows her a picture of the accident, where a car is destroyed below the train. Smombie gets terrified

Smombie’s train stops at its last station, but that is not smombie station to go. Smombie thinks that she will have a long long long time to wait until the accident evacuation is finished and she could go home immediately. At the same time, Smombie realizes that she doesn’t eat rice since afternoon, accordingly she decides to go to the supermarket out of the station first.

After buying meals and go outside the supermarket, she looks around her, a hurly-burly – confusing – unconducive atmosphere. This is for the first time for her facing train problem alone! She thinks spontaneously and click online ojek app. She is supposed to eat – – ”

A driver accepts the order. She worries, the journey is so far and she does not know the road, night is dark too… (

During her way to the post office where the driver locates in, she asks some person to avoid the wrong path to the post office, a lot of good person help, including a human with evil mouth. She never stop walking and praying.

After that, she meets the driver and gratefully he is a good man. The journey starts. A panic smombie arrives at home with coldy body. Anyway, in the middle of journey, smombie falls her helm 😀 so drama

At home, smombie eats the fried noodle that she buys at the supermarket. Then, she goes to sleep when she feels not good

At 1.30 A.M. Something wakes her up. Apparently, the stomach wants to esvicerate, basically GAG!!

The first round is end. But the stomach doesn’t want to stop yet. Well, there are three rounds of gag, ladies and gentleman…

Uuhh smombie has never felt gag for a long time and the feeling of gag is still the same anyway: BAD in the beginning and RELIEF in the end 😡

Smombie now changes her mind, she will never imagine the joy of bike tour anymore. The experience with the online driver is better to be the last for her, she is not that tough in a fast-night-long trip, ckck

Smombie will also bring phone charger to go to the office, cause she needs to tell her condition to the family and friends if there is something happen with the train. Ahh feels like a pure smombie with smartphone, charger and headset everyday with you.