Happy Father's Day

I'm glad here in America, we honor our fathers. From what I know, in Indonesia we don't. Weird. Father's are the one that determines our sex, you know (XY or XX, people?).

My father is a hard working man. I admire him in and out. He's a true entrepreneur in my eyes (he tried so many businesses, both failed and success) and I believe he won't stop working until he reaches is goals.

I have one of those relationships with my dad that we can be quiet when we are together (like in the car or in the kitchen, which he shares his office space at home), not even talking, but we understand each other by just looking at each other. Telepathic? Maybe. I express my love to him in a weird way: pinching his cheeks, hitting his belly and farting on him. Why? He does the same thing. Think Bam Margera to Phil Margera

Ok not that crazy.

In honor of Papa's Day (that's what I call him), I'm going down memory lane and parade some pictures of my father.

Bringing sexy back in Kuta, Bali

Sneak Attack after pooping

We were both skinny back then. Me going thru an awkward phase. My dad understands me. Tanah Lot, Bali

We were visiting my father's secret child at the Monkey Temple, Ubud, Bali. jk.

Prambanan Temple, Central Java.

Who goes out and pose in his bath towel? My dad. Bandung circa 1974

Apparently, he's been working on his fierce pose since 1974

Both my parents don't match outfits. They match their hairdos.  Including my mom's sister.

Planning an attack against my brother. Lake Toba, North Sumatra.

This is his farting pose/attack when I'm around. 

Little me and my family (feat. Sexy Cousin)

I love this picture of them.

Gotta wait for that day, Dad.

xo,

Rima

Expat Q&A (a link up)

I saw this link up at Patricia of Kisses & Croissants and was intrigued to do it.

What's a girl to do on a Friday night, plus being on call for work? Listening to my father's doing the vacuum, smelling London Calling's candle (super bomb btw), craving for Indomie and doing this Q&A of course.

This is fun...  being a world traveler-wannabe...

1. Which airport would you like to never see again?

From what I remember, Taipei Airport is boring. But this is back in 1995. I will judge again this September, when I head there for layover for my Asian vacation. JFK & La Guardia are also... boring. Ontario International Airport... Boring. Hahaha... 

2. What is your travel nightmare?

When I was a kid, on a vacation trip to the Borobudur Temple with my family, I was wearing those skorts (short-skirt combo, you know). This one was pretty unique because: 1) It's made of batik material 2) It ties around. I know, it's complicated. Mind you, Borobudur is HUGE. I had to pee. The restroom was far. I was sprinting down to get to the nearest restroom, got in to it, and apparently my strings for my skorts were knotted. I ended up peeing all over myself. Standing up. Freaking out. 

Not only I had piss all over me, my father was waiting outside in the heat and I hear people waiting outside to use the restroom. Oh freakin fudge. Toilet paper was scarce at the time, so I was like, "eff this" and got out and went to the sink. Freakin' drenched myself in water, and squeeze as much as possible the piss/water soaked into my skorts. Walked out, saw my dad, and never said a word to him. 

Lesson learned: Never wear skorts.

3. Would your rather stay in a fancy hotel and do less activities or stay in a hostel and do more activities?

So far I've been doing Airbnb.com because it is bomb. Prices are reasonable, you get to meet cool people (the host/owner), and get to live like a local. Fancy hotels, only once in awhile if I feel like it. 

4. Do you have any pre-travel rituals?

Stock up on some reading materials (either magazines or load up my iPad), gum (for those morning breaths), SNACKS (cookies, gummy bears, etc). Triple check my itinerary and luggages. Pray before take-off and landing. Text my parents before take-off and after landing. Research on the idea of interest.  

5. What is your favorite airline to fly with?

So far I love Lufthansa. I've only flown once with them (to Munich/Barcelona) and it was nice. Friendly steward(ess)s. Food was good (I ordered Kosher and it was greaatttt). Not a big fan of Delta.

6. If you could take a trip anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Gurl, you kid? Everywhere!!!!!! Goal is for hit India next year for the Holi Festival. Japan and London is another major on my list.

7.  How do survive long haul flights?

I try to occupy myself by: EATING. No joke. That's why I stock up on snacks. Hence I get fat. And bloated (elevation jacks up your system). Sleep. I pound them Benadryl to make me go to sleep. Watch the movies provided, of course. I actually even off-line blog. I wrote my New York City guide in the plane on my way home!

8. What is your favorite stamp in your passport and why?

My passport is pretty bland. I only have a stamp from USA, Germany, France, and Honduras. Hahaha. This little blue book needs to get filled (pending: Indonesia & Thailand & Singapore in September)

9. What are your top 3 necessary items for travel?

1. My smart phone. Multi function yo: Maps/GPS, Google, Camera and iPod in 1.

2. A little bit of cash of local currencies (for emergency), 1 debit card and 1 credit card

3. My shampoo/hair products. I have crazy waves. They need to be tamed. So going to humid places, I need them creams to make my mane look at least presentable. 

All I can think now is traveling. 

*wunderlusting*

xo,

Rima

Live the Life...

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This past weekend, I took a class (baking, of course) that actually made me think. Of course it made me think on how wonderful the cakes came out and how much I was drooling during class.

That simple class made me think on what do I want to do with my life. And I had this simple discussion with the Pillow. Good thing, he just listened.

I want to be debt free. I'm getting there. Just about $ xxxxxx til I'm done. I'm pretty glad that my credit card with the highest interest will be paid off in October. Can't wait. (Rob agrees on this, it applies to him)

Then with the money I've been using to pay off my debt, I want to save up and start my retirement plan. Yes, people. Retirement is within 30+ years for me. Haha. (Rob, again, agrees on this, it applies to him as well)

I want to go back to school. Not in nursing, but in pastry. This cake class that I took at Sur La Table, really helped me explore what I love to do. I do love making cakes. I love getting flour in my hair, smeared frosting on my nose, getting my hands sticky from egg whites (you get the deal). I get really excited when people bite in to my baked goods and say how yummy it taste.

I want to own a small yet successful coffee shop/bakery in Jakarta or somewhere in Indonesia (this is a dream of my baby sister & I) and just be pretty humble and happy about it.

I want to volunteer as much as possible with animals. My love for them keeps growing every day. I swear one day I'll turn vegetarian.

And of course, I want to travel. Yes marriage and kids are in the picture, but traveling is what I want to do. But as I travel, I want to contribute or do a good deed to the community I'm visiting. If I have kids during the time, I want to teach them on how to appreciate and respect other's cultures.

I'm not sure on settling down and owning a home, but maybe. A small house to call home, but that can be any type of housing settlement. I don't want to be tied down on to a mortgage payment. I grew up moving around (the longest I've ever lived in 1 house is the one I'm living now). (Rob agrees on this, because he, too, moved around a lot as a kid... Even now as a grown up. Gah I hate moving though).

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I love what I do as Nurse, but you have your days where you don't feel appreciated... whether it's either by a scumbag, demanding, unappreciative patient or even by your own damn boss who worries too much about his "numbers" and his "bonus" instead of backing up and supporting his own damn staff. Those people up there, aka Administrations, need to get down on their knees and "scrub the floors" with us (or in nursing term, "go clean up that bowel movement room 6 made")... sorry <not sorry>, getting all political here.

I'm ready to embark another adventure.

I believe there is no such thing as being too late to achieve your dream. Hey, even Nola Ochs achieved her Masters Degrees at the age of 98. Super woman, I say.

Moonbeams & Bunny Kisses,
Rima

Don't Worry

First, hit play and enjoy the tunes.

People worry, right? That's pretty much human nature. But if you make that worrisome feeling become your obsession and inhibiting your life, then some thing is wrong.

You're hitting that prime age and haven't found your right man/woman? Don't worry!
Your boyfriend/girlfriend turned out to be a dick/bitch? Don't worry! They are not worth your time and feelings! Take a long hot shower, wash your hair, cry it all out, get a tub of ice cream and then sleep (this is Rima's solution dealing with her personal stress)... Things will get better! Breathe in and breathe out. Be thankful that you're still living.
Your job is not compensating you what you deserve? Don't worry! When the right time comes, it will! You just have to be patient!
Your boyfriend hasn't proposed to you yet while all of your friends are married with kids? Don't worry!  (this is my story, people.) God will make things all beautiful in His time.
You're stuck in a dead end job and not chasing your dreams? Don't worry! Start planning your future and chase that dream! (this is my story, too!)

Every one has their own worries and problems. It all depends on how you handle it. I'm pretty amazed and proud of my beau, the Pillow. He's one of the smartest and hard-working person I know. He's still young for his current work/position/career, but he achieved so much in the past 2 years of his current job. Not only he works about 12-14hrs/day, Monday-Friday, he is in school completing his Law degree, and at the same time traveling all over the world (as part of his job). AND, not one complaining word he's ever said to me.

Meanwhile, I'm the Whiny Queen. Forever and for always. I think that's why I'm sane. He keeps me sane. He brings up the positive side of any negative thing I bring up. He helps me seek the better option. He always remind me to not worry.

So just like what Bob Marley said, "don't worry about a thing."

moonbeams,
Rima