Husband Last Name

I got question about this, A LOT!

So, let me get this straight. I am sick and tired of people asking about why am I not changing my last name to my husband last name.

Okay, I know, I know, it’s a trend among people. Mostly Indonesian. The minutes they got married or finished with ijab kabul, they updated all of their social media and immediately changed their last name. Well, if that makes you happy, proud, whatever, sure. Why not? Do it.

But for me, I don’t see the need to do so. I’m proud of my own name. I made a name with my own name. So the idea that me changing my name in social media by adding my husband last name, it’s unlikely. It’s not my thing. Besides, if I want to do that, I have to see the benefits or the add value of me doing that.

So, there you go.


Between the lines

Him : What do you do when you miss someone?

Her  : Depends on how bad I miss the guy.

Him : Put it this way; you miss him to the point that every muscle in your body hurts.

Her  : I sleep it away.

Him : Tried that. Didn’t work.

Her  : That’s because you’re a crazy insomniac.

Him : Look who’s talking.

Her  : Sleep it away. Trust me, it’ll go away.

Him : Trust me. It won’t.

Her  : I don’t know what else to suggest.

Him : How about asking me who she is.

Her  : You’ll tell me if you’d want me to know.

Him : Do me a favour. Just ask.

Her  : Okay, who is she?

Him : She’s talking to me right now.

What I’m trying to say is, Things aren’t all so tangible and say-able as people would usually have us believe; most things are unsay-able, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered.

I (dont) like tomato

Yesterday, I was still not in the mood of eating something heavy. I kinda lost my appetite these last few days. I can’t really eat. So, I was spoiling myself by went to starbucks for lunch.

I had double decker sandwich and venti cafe latte from Starbucks as my lunch. I’m stuffed, but only somewhat satisfied.

If you asked me, is there food I don’t like? My answer would definetely…. RAW TOMATO!

I just can’t eat raw tomato and their other family members. I mean, I love pasta…and I do eat tomato cos I’m aware that they are good for the body. But, only if they’re cooked and sort invisible to my naked eye. I won’t eat them when they’re raw and chopped or sliced in large bits….

So, I carefully handpicked the tomato from my sandwich (if not obsessively) and put them aside.

Eventhough I managed to get rid off most of the tomato, but apparently there was one small slice hid inside the lettuce. I couldn’t do nothing but cringe when I accidentally bit that evil and sneaky one….