Week 10. Oh to win a million dollars.

This is one thing hubby and I often discuss during our pillow talk, haha. Dream this, dream that, want this and that… then laugh together 😄.

As per our discussion, we realize that a million dollars is actually not that many. If we convert a million dollars into Indonesian rupiah, it would be around IDR 10 billions. If you spend it for a nice big luxurious house, a million dollars would just be gone in a second. 

However, we can spend it wisely 😁. Here are some priorities if we have a million dollars aka 10 billion rupiahs.

1. Donate first. One way to purify yourself from greed for wealth, according to Islamic teaching, is by donating to those in needs. The standard is 2,5% of the money you have, but in this case, 10% won’t hurt anyone 😄.

2. Investment. Save first before you spend, right? We usually save about 10% of our monthly income. We prefer to save in the form of mutual funds (Sharia based), just to make sure the savings fight inflation. Another form of investment we wish to do is real business. Both of us plan to work independently in the near future. I want to build my own planning consultant and hubby desires to start his public notary office. With one million dollars surely the plan would work well 😁. Maybe around 20% of the dollars worth to be allocated for these.

3. Pay debts. Islam takes debt very seriously, warns against it, and urges Muslims to avoid it as much as possible. We were aware of this but we thought we wouldn’t be able to own a house without bank loans. So, at the time we decided to choose sharia based bank, to make sure our debts are still on the sharia corridor. However, we are quite more knowledgeable about this now, that debts are debts anyway. If we have the money, we will surely clean up this mess. We’ve been paying fixed rate (part of sharia requirements is that it should be flat rate, no interest, no additional fees) for our debts monthly for 4 years now. We miss 11 more years :o:o. Around 5% of the dollars needed to wash this away.

4. We’d love to upgrade the house into a two-storeys house with nice furnitures… Haha. Plus, maybe upgrade our car. Oh my God, I was just writing about purifying ourself from greed on number 1 but now I want to upgrade wealth. Human greed, ckckck. Now we know how it feels to be rich, eh? Well, I feel it’s still fair to upgrade the house since it only consists of two bedrooms now. We always plan to add another room, just in case we have another kid(s) or simply for any guest to sleep in. And the car? We have an Altis 2002. It’s fair to change it with something more current, isn’t it? Hehe… So, 10% more goes to these so called basic needs.

5. Since we dated, hubby has always wished to provide free ambulances (especially for funeral services) for people. Later when we already got married, we often talked about how poor the current services provided for orphans and person with disabilities are. It would be great if we can contribute something to improve. Something like building a school with good facilities and environment for them. A service like this needs maintenance, therefore more of the dollars needed.

6. Travel. Of course!! Haha. I’d love to check all the bucket list in here.

7. What else? I’m running out of ideas already. Ckckck… This is what happen when you normally need to save instead of spending the money :mrgreen:. Uhm, maybe the rest would go into school fund for kiddos, treat my parents and family (some vacations together would be great), more charities, and more travels.

Daydreaming done.


Week 9. My biggest pet peeve(s).

Two things that drive me nuts:

1. people smoking around non smokers, especially around kids. I super hate them. Including those who smokes electronic cigarettes… Smoking is smoking!! Unfortunately here in the place where I live, no penalty applies for smokers in public areas, not even in public playgrounds. Fathers would still smoke while playing with children, spreading their toxic cloud around 😒😒. This angers me, really. Most of the time, I don’t tolerate them. I would directly say, “there are so many kids around, sir. Please smoke somewhere else.” If they ignore, I am always ready to confront. So, smokers… Just get out of my way.

2. Litterbug. Especially those who throw rubbish out of their cars. Oh, come on… Drive car but still uncivilised? I sometimes would pick the garbage thrown by people who walked in front of me and handed it to them. “Please put your rubbish to the bin, lovely lady.” Unfortunately I couldn’t do this to a person who drives, haha… This is why I go crazy. What a pet peeve. Super annoying. 

Oh an additional, 3. Line cutters… I hate them.

What’s your biggest pet peeve? 

Week 8. An unforgettable day in my life.

Wohooo, it’s been a while since my last post. I almost forgot about my weekly blog post 😂😂. Not proud.


There’s an ‘an’, so it should be one unforgettable moment. Uhm… I am not sure if I have one in particular.

Of course I couldn’t remember my birth, so it’s forgettable, haha. We don’t really celebrate birthdays or anniversaries at home, so no… I couldn’t remember any great and memorable birthday celebration. Maybe throughout my life, two important moments so far, therefore unforgettable, were our wedding and the birth of our son. I’ve already written about the birth of our son in here (in Indonesian) so I’ll write about the first one here 😁.

I remember that I was not that bridezilla type who planned and perfectly organized every single thing in regards to the wedding. Especially because I was in the middle of finishing my master thesis. We prepared things from a far, I was in Melbourne and my (soon to be, at the time) husband was in Aceh. He took care of things he had to do like preparing gifts for the bride and taking care of all necessary documents, i took care of things that can be ordered online from the down under, haha… Like wedding souvenirs and invitation cards.

So, yes… I didn’t have that epic wedding invitation cards with pictures of both of us holding hands together, haha. Well, we didn’t do pre wedding photos mostly because it wasn’t right according to our religion and family values. My parents said a definite no to pre wedding shots.
Mom and my baby sister took the most vital role for the wedding. They sent pictures of different wedding stalls for me to choose, different kind of flowers, etc. I trusted my mom’s tastebud so she was the one who picked the catering. I was the last daughter to get marry at home, so mom kinda knew best what and which, haha. I returned home a month before the date to prepare the rest. Not much, really. Everything was already booked, all I had to do was just pampering myself with body and skin treatment 😁.

The reception was so-so. Indonesian wedding is not very intimate. There were friends and relatives, of course, but there were also lots of my parents’ friends and colleagues whom I didn’t really know 😚.

Nonetheless, it was unforgettable because…

1. It was the moment when I saw my dad cried for me. He never really cries before. I remembered he also sobbed at my sister’s wedding and told me, “I have finished my responsibilities towards your sister. I am not a perfect dad but I hope I’ve done enough for her.” Though in reality he never stops being a father, of course, it is true that a daughter (in Islam) literally become the responsibility of her husband once she got married. I understand, a moment like wedding must have made him sad and lost…like loosing a daughter, handing his girl to a person he barely knows. I hugged him tight, just as a tight as I hugged my mom the night before, telling him that I will always be his girl. 

2. It was my first time alone with a man, in a room…haha. Well, we’ve been alone before at the restaurant, in the car, and other places, but not in a bedroom or empty room. It was a bit awkward to be alone like that, especially because I knew he had waited a moment like that for so long, haha. No extra stories for this :).

3. It was a very uncomfortable day, ever. I wore acehnese traditional wedding gown with several kinds of trinkets, including keureusang (a big jewellery chest pinned on the dress, like a brooch, made of gold encrusted with diamonds, fake diamonds, haha), 26 pieces of simplah (also jewelleries, mixed of hexagonal and octagonal plates decorated with carved flowers and leaves), more traditional jewelleries I couldn’t name, and the epic dhoe plate (forehead jewellery made from gold and shaped like a crown). Believe me, I carried like 10kgs of jewelleries on my body plus maybe around 3kgs on my head. Headache all along those six pretty hours while we had to smile and take photos with the guests. 

The torturing ‘crown’…

So, due to reason number three, I promise I would never do wedding again 😄. I had enough. Just one wedding, forever and ever. Insha Allah.

Week 7. My childhood memories.

Childhood = age span ranging from birth to adolescent. 


Birth, toddlerhood, play age.

Uhm… I can’t remember anything, really. My mom said I was an easy going lil girl, easy to handle, very calm. No fuss. Mom loved to take me to anywhere because I would not bother her or anyone else. How cool I was, huh? Haha… 

School age

Not many that i can remember. But I know I used to love teaching younger kids from the neighbourhood, pretending I was the teacher 😁. I always wanted to be a teacher. Unfortunately, I don’t formally work as a teacher now 😂.

I loved to exchange letters back then. I had several pen pals but my best pen pal was Ita. She lived in Lhokseumawe. We met in Banda Aceh for a science competition when we were in grade 5. We wrote each other for seven years. We stopped writing letters during the era of internet, haha… I mean when email was becoming very popular to connect each other. But the feeling was different… We didn’t write that often anymore. We remain good friend, though.


I knew I was in puberty when I had a crush on someone at school, hahaha… Hormones? Of course, it was the year when I had my first period. I was crazy about him, but in silence. I wasn’t very outspoken in terms of telling personal stuffs. I was happy even to have seen him from the far… He didn’t know I liked him though. Not a bit. 

I had quite some stories about this kind of one sided love, haha. I guess I enjoyed being a secret admirer. I wasn’t very pretty. I wore teeth braces, my teeth were all over the place, haha. So I wasn’t very confident back then. Especially because most of the guys I liked were popular guys. They wouldn’t even look at me. One of the guys I liked had said once, right on my face, “pissed off”. What??? I wasn’t stupid though. I hated him then, haha…

One interesting thing about this love thingy, I once dreamt of having a husband named Ihsan. Why? Because some couples in our neighborhood had similar names with their spouses. In front of my house, there were Mr. Hasan and Mrs. Hasanah. Then, at the next block there were Mr. Jamil and Mrs. Jamilah. They were romantic couples. So, they had inspired me to find a husband with similar name, haha. How stupid was that? Anyway, guess what’s my husband’s name? Ihsan… Haha, a man version of my name, Issana. Yes, i finally found the one. My husband legal name is Irsal, but it’s his new name. His parents changed it when he was in high school because he was easily ill all the time. It’s common in our culture to change name when a kid is always sick. His former name was Ihsan. Family and relatives, even his neighbours, still call him Ihsan until now.

Well, I had a happy childhood. Maybe I’ll write about it in other post, when I remember 😄.


Week 6. 10 years from now.

Just a reminder, I am writing this as part of the 52 blog challenge initiated by Britt’s Daily Dose and her friend. You can join, too. Put the banner below on your post and link it to them.

Okay… 10 years from now…

1. I will probably have added one or two more children by then 😄. My husband and I have decided not to involve with any kind of contraception. We are aware of family planning, though. We’ll be happy with as many children given to us. Insha Allah. 

2. I will have graduated from PhD program 😁. Can I get an amen to that? My focus this year is to prepare the proposal and find a suitable supervisor. I am planning to apply the program next year. If things go as they should, I will have finished it in 5 years time. So, in 10 years I’ll be more prominent in my field of expertise.

3. I will have been still living in here, hometown, Aceh. It’s true that I always have the dream to live abroad, but temporarily. I will always come back here 😄. 

4. I will have ticked all the bucket list in here.

Uhm… What else? 

5. This sounds cliché but I wish I will be a better person within ten years time. A more patient mother, a more loving wife, a more devout Muslimah. If now I tend to only do the mandatory worships (like do the five time obligatory prayers, fasting during ramadhan, etc), later I want to exercise more sunnahs practiced by Muhammad (peace be upon him). 

Okay. Five should be enough 😁. See, i am trying not to miss another week here… Haha.

Week 5. My favorite holiday. Road trip to Berastagi part 1.

Hehe… My week 5 post is not right on time, again. 

Better late than never, right 😄.

Anyway, I was about to write our vacation in Langkawi as my favourite holiday but it was actually a honeymoon getaway. So, no… holiday and honeymoon should be different, right? 

I decide to write about our recent family road trip to Berastagi. For the sake of documenting it 😄. We were on the road for a week, starting from Thursday, April 26th to Wednesday, May 3rd 😁. Quite long, hah. The trip included several visits to relatives’ houses.


The trip started. I woke up at 4.30am, packed our bags, cleaned the house, prepared meals and snacks, showered, prayed subuh, and got everything ready by 6.30am. We even had breakfast before departing just to save a bit of time on the road later. K was the last thing we brought into the car. He was still sleeping, which was good for us… not to be bothered by the toddler while getting ready 😄. It was all right according to the plan. We hit the road by 7.15am. But wait, we forgot to turn off the water pump machine so we drove back home to do that. We actually hit the road at 7.30am.

Road trip troops. Ups, toddler is not in the car seat 😂. Guilty as charged.

The trip was okay. Nothing really bothered. K enjoyed the trip, no fuss at all. We brought his books and toys so he played with them along the way. We sang together when he got bored. Sometimes he sat on my lap and we pretended there was Burqa Avenger spying on us on the road…haha. Burqa Avenger is a Pakistani animated television series that K kinda like. 

We stopped quite frequently in several gas stations, just to have a bit of rest, and also to have K go pee. He is diaper free now but we have to make sure he pees every 3-4 hours. Other than that, we stopped in Lhokseumawe for lunch and in Kuala Simpang for early dinner. It took all 13 hours to get to Pangkalan Brandan, our first destination. We arrived at 8.30pm at my in laws’ house, bang Ijal and kak Asni. K and I prepared ourselves to sleep right away while my husband catched up with his brother until a bit later.


We spent two days here in Brandan. Two months ago, Kak Asni had quite a terrible accident that caused her right hand to be amputated. My husband had visited her twice when she was in the hospital in Medan, but at the time she was still in a state of coma. That’s why we decided to see her again as part of our trip, to give a bit of company to the family.

She is doing well, obviously a lot better than before. She was already practicing to do stuff like preparing breakfast and some minor cleaning with her left hand. Though her moves are considerably slower than usual, overall her improvement is amazing. We are so happy for her and the family. 

There was not so much to see in Brandan. Apart from being with our relatives, we only went for city sight seeing and tried some good food recommended by Kak Asni. We tried noodle soup Tanjung Pura, which was really yummy. The soup is thick and very tasty. I think they made their own noodle that make it even more special. If you pass by the eastern coast of North Sumatera-Aceh, it’s worth stopping by the restaurant. I couldn’t remember the name but it’s located right in the heart of Tanjung Pura market. Just see the most crowd noodle kiosk… That would be it. 

Pangkalan Brandan is a small city. It’s part of Langkat District, North Sumatera. The city was once famous for the oil. Indeed, almost all areas along the eastern coast of North Sumatera-Aceh were oil rich, but Brandan was the first oil explored in Indonesia. The quality of the city is not very satisfying. There is not much left from a city that, once, was one of the main supporters of Indonesia’s development. Pertamina housing complex is degrading in both quantity and quality. There are only around 40 households living in the complex (back in the 90s there were about 2,500 households), including my brother in law who is currently waiting for transfer. Houses are collapsing, lots of them are destroyed by Pertamina to avoid taxes. Parks are abandoned, including the golf course. Pity, really. I hope the government would acquisite the lands for better uses.


We left Brandan for Medan on Sunday. To Medan, it only took 3 more hours. We actually planned to go straight to Berastagi that day but it was a long weekend season we couldn’t book any hotel. You know, with toddler, you can’t just go and stay at random places which might be uncomfortable. So, yeah… We stayed over night in Medan at my another in law’s house and headed Berastagi the next day.

My husband’s sister lives in Jakarta, so no food whatsoever was available in the house…haha. We spent the whole day in Centre Point mall, had lovely lunch at Nelayan and stomach-full dinner at Sederhana Padang Food, then headed back home to have early rest. 

K loves the dimsums here. This is the second pot, not the last one 😎😎


We were already on the road at 6.30am. As usual, K was still sleeping. The road was great, traffic free!! We arrived around 8.30am and had breakfast at H. Ngadimin’s wajik and pecal. The place was full packed of people, mostly of those who had stayed for the weekend and ready to go back. No wonder it’s always crowd, the food was great with good prices. 

Then, we went to Lumbini park. This is where the great Pagoda located. I would say this is a must visit place in Berastagi. The park is really nice with pathways full of flowers and trees. Super clean. They don’t allow any food and drinks from outside and provide food stall instead for people to snack (only in there), all to keep the place litter free. 😍😍😍. Despite the pretty park, the most special is the landmark itself, the Pagoda. It’s the replica of Shwedagon pagoda in Myanmar and the second highest pagoda outside Myanmar.

Posing in front of the pagoda. The pagoda park consists of 1 main pagoda, 8 small pagoda, 1 ashoka pillar, and 4 sakyamuni budha statues made from the green jade of Myanmar.

K and abi walking through the pathways. Dad was happy to see beautiful scenery and fresh air. K was not enjoying that much, haha.

Still an hour before check-in time, we decided to have a look at the fruits and flowers market in the heart of Berastagi city. The place was not very organized and clean, and smelly of horses 😥. I wish our government had handled tourism area like this more seriously, especially because Berastagi is very close to Danau Toba, one of the main tourism destinations in Indonesia. Just behind the market, there is Taman Mejuah-juah, a small okay park with nothing inside. Pity… Since we had to pay for entrance and get an unattractive park, haha. Not expensive, but I thought the retribution should be used, at least to maintain it. Compared to Lumbini park, which was free by the way, Mejuah-juah is… I don’t even know the right word to explain how different they were.

At Mejuah-juah park. Not a well maintained park with broken playground equipments.

Yeay.. finally ride the cart 😍😍

Anyway, K had fun in here because there were horses everywhere 😁. We rode a horse cart. It was a bit rainy that we didn’t allow him to ride the horse. K was happy… This was all he had wanted from he whole trip, hahaha.

Tired. We finally checked in the hotel.

-to be continued-

    Week 4. Top 5 places I’d like to visit.

    I tried not to miss week 4, but we were on family road trip for almost a week. It was a family vacation, so I didn’t really work on anything including blogging 😁. 

    Okay, here we go, top 5 places I’d like to visit.
    1. Mecca, Saudi Arabia

    Pilgrimage in Mecca. 

    Obviously, this is a religious pilgrimage for Muslims around the world. We have to do it at least once in our lifetime if we’re physically and financially capable. Well, I am physically fit but not yet financially 😮. My husband and I are saving money to register for Hajj, hopefully next year. Here in Indonesia, once you’ve registered, you still have to wait in line, for about 5-8 years, to go Hajj. Yes… That long 😥. Except, of course, you could cut the waiting line up to 5 years by paying triple of the amount needed for regular Hajj. Which… Apparently is not our option, hehe.   

    Anyway, you can learn some facts about Hajj in here.

    2. Oliena (NU), Sardegna, Italia

    Oliena, a beautiful village near to Nuoro. My so called second home 🙂

    I had been there in 2001-2002 for an exchange program where I stayed with a warm and tolerant family, la famiglia Fele. I went to school at the nearest town, Nuoro, 20 minutes by bus from Oliena. I had good memories in here. Good friends, very nice family, friendliest AFS volunteers… Overall a really great experience. 

    I have always wished to go back there to visit my host family since the very first day I returned to Indonesia. So, yes… As soon as I discharge the religious pilgrim mandatory, my next goal is to pay a visit to Sardegna 😄. Visiting my family.

    3. Malang, Indonesia

    People would think that this is the most possible destination I can reach in the near future since it’s located in Java, Indonesia.

    Well, yes it’s in the same country. But Sumatra and Java are pretty far away. The place where I live is a lot closer to Kuala Lumpur or Singapore, haha. So, it’s quite a challenge to go to Malang. 

    I left half of my heart there. The breezing city i have always missed 😄. Malang.

    I spent 5 years living in Malang as a university student. I love the city… It’s an okay size city, not too crowd but dense enough. The weather is cool, mostly in the early morning. I always remember how cold it was during my first days in Malang, when I had to rush myself going to the orientation ‘massacre’ program at uni, every day for almost a month. The city is full of memories :). College life stories, love stories… Lots of laughs and tears in here. 

    Every streets in Malang will bring a nostalgic feeling.  So, I’d love to visit the city again, to do some nostalgic walks, hehe. I miss my friends in Malang, too. I love to meet them again, dearly.

    4. Turkey

    For no particular reason, I have always wanted to visit Turkey. Anywhere in Turkey. I guess it’s more because I like history and Turkey was a crossroad for many civilizations. One of the oldest urban settlements was there. The Greeks, Byzantines, the Romans, the Ottomans had all set foot in Turkey. Not to mention the arts and cuisines… Uhm, let’s go to Turkey 😁. 

    5. Nordic countries

    I guess I am interested in Nordic countries due to my unfamiliarity towards them. I want to experience a completely different feel to what I usually have in here, the tropical country of Indonesia. The super cold weather, the super white people, the super different taste of food, the contrast landscapes I could never see here in the equator… Everything unusual to my eyes I would expect to see there.