Soon it will be Idul Fitri. As usual, I bake cookies. One of them is kaastengel. Most Indonesians love this particular kind of cookies.
It’s actually a popular cookie from the Netherlands. Made of Edam cheese, butter, flour, and yolk.
It’s definitely my favorite cookie!
Tell me, do you have a facebook account? Do you tweet? Or, own a blog?
I do. And, these days, I feel uncomfortable about them. Mostly, the first two. It gets just too personal.
I mean, blogging is different. Not many people blog. And, most people I know, don’t. And, they never took the time to check it out. So, so far, I’ve been having the chance to just express myself. And, those visiting my blog mostly are people I don’t personally know.
But, things are different with the social media and the so called information media — which I think, now has turned into social media anyway. My contacts there are people I know. Plus, they have both in one simple instrument to sign themselves in, mobile phone or even smart phone.
Or, some spend extra time getting online with their computer or notebook — just like I do most of the time, which I might consider to stop now.
Previously, I was thinking about getting myself a smart phone. But now, I’d rather not. I’m quite fine with my current mobile phone. I am not too mobile anyway. I can get online at home like 24 hours a day as I work at home and don’t go out much. And, with my plan to stop or at least reduce the use of social or information media, the smart phone would be useless.
I’d rather save the money to make my other dreams come true.
Back to privacy. Now, I feel like the social media grabs away my privacy. And, on the contrary, it fills me in with unnecessary information about my contacts which are supposed to be their privacy. Isn’t that weird? I personally find it weird.
At the era before social media existed, I was fine not knowing anything about those people I know. I was okay to only know things that they tell me. But, now, their not telling me seems to be a wrong gesture from their part. And, they seem to also think the same way about me.
Sometimes back, a friend of mine hide his/her FB. Deactivate, isn’t it, what they call it? I didn’t get it — especially because he/she told me that he/she had deleted the account. Why would you get disconnected from your contacts? They’re your networking.
But, hey, now I do understand. Things happen. Not only the good ones, but also the bad ones. So, if you decide to hide under your warm invisibility cloak just like Harry Potter did, I think, it’s acceptable.
Look, even in YM, I choose to be unseen anyway.
Talking about being invisible, I took a first step of my staying away from the big world of social media by hiding my wall at facebook. Inspired by my elementary school buddy. And, I don’t get online as much as I did.
We’ll see where this ends up at, where I end up, at this digital world.
[Picture by Stephen Eastop, Melbourne, Australia]
Breakfast in my country is somehow important. Not simply because we care about how breakfast can make you energized during the day, but also because we have various food to enjoy on the list.
So, what’s on the menu today?
Mine is ketan urap. What is ketan urap? It’s sticky rice with grated coconut topping as shown on the picture below:
Normally, people eat that with nut sauce like 0n this picture below — the way my husband likes it:
But, my grandpa made my enjoying sticky rice more colorful. He ate that with rendang (delicous meat with coconut milk cooked for a long long time ’til it’s dark brown — but not burnt out), empal or dendeng (yummy meat cooked twice, first with coconut milk — how we Indonesian love coconut milk, then fried ’til it’s dark brown — but, again, not burnt out), or fried salted fish.
Yesterday I ate it with rendang. Let’s see how I mix the sticky rice today. Only with nut sauce?
With fried meat?
With fried salted fish?
Or, with both fried meat and fried salted fish?
You’re right! Both. But not at the same time. Once the sticky rice got into my mouth with the fried meat, and the next with the fried salted fish. Both are yummy!
What did you have on the menu for breakfast today?
Totally missing it. Blogging.
I used to blog to let go of my tense. And, now, I am tensed. So, I blog.
What to write? Honestly, I still don’t know. Have some ideas in mind but none of them seems to be good enough. And, to be honest, that’s why I don’t blog much these days — plus, of course, the facebook thing, you know…
So, now, I want to go back to my blogging life. Here and the other blogs I have. Now, at least, I have like 4 of them — my daughter has 3, so…my having 4 blogs is nothing compared to hers.
Blogging — or writing — is a part of me I can never get rid of — bcoz, of course, I don’t want to and I love it. Every time I write, I feel this certain feeling which is both fulfilling and relieving. It’s like I fly to the moon doing it — it’s too much, isn’t it?
Mostly, I write fiction. I even blog some of my fiction work. Yet, I actually love both, fiction and non-fiction. However, I am a bit picky when it comes to non-fiction — both while writing and reading it.
By the way, I love reading, too. As much as I love books. I guess, I love books more than reading ‘coz I have so many books, yet about 2 out of 5 of them are still on the waiting list. I just don’t have enough time to read them all.
I used to have an online book store — it still exists now, I just don’t have time to take care of it the proper way. Do you think I just sell those books there? I used to sell second hand books. It was lovely providing people with books they love. Bcoz I know exactly how they feel. I feel it, too, whenever I have new books.
Hm…seems like my talking here is not about missing my blog anymore — which is the title of this post. But, hey…it’s my blog, it’s up to me how I express myself. Plus, not many read this blog anyway. If you happen to be one of those not many people, hope you don’t mind all my brag here. If you do mind it, well…sorry — I was about to say ‘I didn’t ask you to come over, you came here on your own call,’ but then I thought about it and it wasn’t polite enough, so sorry seems to be a better choice.
Anyway, gotta go. I have a 6 years old who needs help to get ready for bed. See you on the next blogging session — if there was a you.
PS: The pic doesn’t say anything about my missing the blog, but it shows how my daughter and I love to be on the same frame.
Hm…I guess I’m at that stage now. I don’t blog as often as I used to. Almost blame it on microblogging, yet maybe it’s not the only reason. And, blaming something sounds childish, don’t you think?
Know what? This very moment, I don’t know what else to say here.
Let’s see…
Oh…it’s a bad bad bad blogger’s block.
I guess I’ll write again anytime soon.
