I haven't got any good subject to write for a whole month until I read Unquote's post mentioning about the extra blessing I received. Ehm, allow me to tell you a little secret about it.
I'm not a religious person. I do not pray like most people because I believe most people do not say prayers in the toilet. Yes, toilet. Toilet is my most sacred place. In the toilet, except doing my most private business, reading books, listening to music, I pray.

"But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you." ~ Matthew 6:5-7

My prayers are not spoken the way people say with beautiful words & full of praises. My prayers go like:

"Dude, thanks for letting me go out of trouble back in that shit hole. Shit Dude, it was a terrible situation. So thank You, alright?"

"Sir, You know I kinda need a huge amount of money this month. Damn, I don't know how to raise them in a zap, so I let You do it for me, OK?

For many of you readers, you may find that story disgraceful, disrespectful to God. I'm not surprised if I received cursing comments or maybe some people will hold a demonstration like when they screamed to ban a magazine for publishing a cartoon with a prophet drawing.
Be my guest. I won't care for a single drop.
That last prayer I wrote up there was answered with the exact amount of money (down to the last penny) just 2 days after from a business I didn't even know was going to come my way!

“So do not throw away your confidence; it will be richly rewarded. You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised.” ~ Hebrews 10:35-36

I'm not trying to brag about my abnormal habit or simply trying to be different from anybody. I'm not even trying to make a testimonial post too. I write this because I'm amazed how I'm proven everything I (quietly) believe so far and to write it seems to be the only thing that can let out this bubble from my chest. So if it is a testimony, let it be.

I will let you make your own conclusion because like what I wrote before, I do not appreciate much of religious pep-talk, so I will not give you. Who am I anyway. I'm just a woman who said her prayer behind a closed (toilet) door.

"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. ~ Matthew 7:7

Since we moved to the new home, an apartment unit 1 floor above my office, on August 2 2008 , I have lunched at home more than I used to in 1 year. The lure for having lunch at home are 3 gorgeous angels by the name of Jeremiah Indigo Divine (Igo), Zipporah Imogen Divine (Immi) and the sweet Malachi Illarion Divine (Ilya).

My lunch will not be as comfortable as sitting in a restaurant which are growing like fungus around the area. Those angels will be literally sitting on me. Igo will be at my legs, Immi usually seats on my knees and Ilya on my lap. If I came when they also having theirs, they will soon leave their own lunch and prefer mine. I think that might be a bad habit but why should I ditch them for having fun with their own mom.

Igo loves to eat. Igo loves to eat he will check whatever we're eating. Igo will stand in front of us, or should I say in front of our plate if we had fried tempe. We didn't encourage him to eat it until we found out he likes it more than french fries. Seems like Igo loves local culinary.

Last long weekend of the Independence day, I gotta spent it without the help of my kids' nanny. But the angels won't be called the angels if they were not behave like one. They were all sweet, happy & cheerful, manageable to quote from the nanny. Our little home were filled with a lot of laughter more than usual. Each of their menaces was every reason to smile.

Immi ran to her dad's computer & play with the keyboard. She's now with a habit of repeating every word she hears.
Mommy: "Imogen........"
(to call her like this instead of just Immi is a sign that she's not allowed to do whatever she's doing)
Immi: "Monkey!"
(she recently got a toy-laptop which could help her to study alphabet, M stands for Monkey in it, and she pronounces it as Mogen)

Life has not been any easier this year, so does work. The angels keep me going and feel strong. Every crazy effort I made were all just worthy.

We took the kids for a second dinner at a food stall. Immi refused to sit & eat her pancake because she preferred to stare at the stall's banner with Goofy picture on it. She kept on calling it "Migy" (for Mickey Mouse which she mistakenly recognized)

God made them for me, God must be in love with me.

We don't talk much, me and Nila. Gosh, she's that kind who will disappear in 6 months and call you almost midnight and say “Hi... I'm in this deserted island somewhere on the map but too tiny to see.”

And of course, when she IM-ed me today and then call on the generosity of the United Nation, she said she is now in Kathmandu for the last few months trying to save the world with the peace keeping mission.

She's a wonder woman who does real things in helping others including for me when I needed helps. I never actually feel far from her no matter how far she is located.

She's my best friend. I met her in one of my previous work. Hard to describe her, really. She's tiny, she's fast and smart. Her mind and her feet are on a race to something or maybe away from something. I do not understand her completely. I just accept her.

Time would not allow us to talk about the latest fashion collection or the best skin treatment. Time only allowed us to give a quick update on each other then we would exchange strengthening words and prayers. We didn't even have time on our side to elaborate those prayers. We usually just said, “Ah that shit is too little to knock you down, I know you know what to do.” Then we will close the conversation saying, “I'm your family, OK bitch! Call me when you need me.” There, our friendship is now harder than ever.

I've been wanting to write something about friendship for the last couple of week when I saw a re-run of Friends on Star World. I don't know what's the title of the episode I watched, it was the one with Phoebe saying that one of her wish before she reached 30 was to have a wonderful kiss. Then she got the kiss from Joey who ran after her to make sure his friend got what she wished for.

What amazed me was Joey did it quite instantly, almost without thinking and without too many unnecessary blah blah. Joey lived in a fantasy New York.

To have friends who sincerely care and unhesitatingly do anything to make you happy should not be a fantasy.

Life is so precious and there are so many things we should be grateful about. Life should be more appreciated by not complaining to little things, among other things. To have a friendship strong enough like Joey and Phoebe's needs us to give time to the friendship. In time we will learn about each other then accepting one another. Valuing time also means we should prioritized between listening and talking. Make sure we have time to listen so stop talking once in awhile.

(article made on July 4, 2008 previously posted in my tumblr)