We have finally managed to put something on our wall. The first picture of hubby and me was hung when we moved in (which was err….February 2002), two clocks were hung after we finished renovating our house (which was a year a go) and yes, finally, we have other things hung there yesterday! Yay! I know we are slow, but that’s what you got if you live with a perfectionist like Yoel. You can see the picture here. I must say that I am very pleased with the result although all I did was put my finger to mark where hubby should drill a hole. Hubby did a great job in measuring the wall carefully and drill holes. So let say that we both have our own speciality in doing things.

On another matter, one of our neighbour who lived right next door and has small candy shop passed away. Mika knew her quite well because he used to ’shop’ there. Mika was the one who informed me that Bu Sadiran has passed away. It was because God called her, he added wisely. We went to see the grieving family right away.

On the next day Mika and I had this awkward conversation:

Mika: Mom, if Bu Sadiran is with God now, where is she?

Me : Up there.

Mika: Where? I can not see her.

Me : She is up there beyond the sky with God.

Mika: When will she return?

Me : She will not return. Someday her family will be there too.

Mika: Only if they die?

Me : We all are going to die.

Mika: And if you are good, you go to heaven and if you are bad, you go to hell.

Me : Yup.

That seemed to satisfy him for the time being. I, to be honest, felt a bit jittery. That’s how I always felt after attending a funeral. I saw Bu Sadiran’s body in the living room and I could not get rid of the feeling that it’s only a shell. An abandoned vessel. Her soul has left. I remember thinking whether her weight was now 21 grams less.

They say we all lose 21 grams at the exact moment of our death… everyone. The weight of a stack of nickels. The weight of a chocolate bar. The weight of a hummingbird…(quoted from 21 grams).

21 grams of soul. 21 grams that may go to heaven or tortured in hell. Where will I be when I die? Most probably in Hell. And yet I still could not bring my self to pray. Oh God forgive me. How can I still be ignorant if death is closer than my vein. Death is the only thing that certain in this life. I think I will start praying again today.

On lighter note, I experienced a little hell today. First, I left my blackberry at home! Called me a bit over reacted but my hand feel lonely about it. I have been very much aware that I am addicted. But as Blackbercholic, I am tapering down. But still…boo hoo…

Hubby lent me my old Nokia and I forgot how to use the SMS button. My SMS has been showing a strange alphabet and I can’t browse around…boo hoo…I miss my 52 Kbps free access. I miss my address book and contact list.

Hubby, if you read this, please look after my blackberry at home. Please tuck it safely. Don’t let Pascal chew it.

Second, I left my Lupus pills at home. Yikes! I suddenly felt my lungs closing in panic. I literally had to take deep breath to calm my self down. I’ll be fine. 8 hours to go without the pills. I will not have any flare. I refuse to have any flare.

On Friday morning, Hubby asked me out for dinner to celebrate his birthday. Little did I know that few hours after I said yes I was challenged by the buffet banquet of Ritz Carlton Jakarta. As you may have guessed, I lost. The variety of food and the taste was marvellous and unrejectable. On my third plate (which was a set of dim sum and crispy duck) I lost count on those sinful items that I manage to squeeze into my already full belly. I vaguely remember oxtail soup, salad, shrimp, black pepper beef and deep fried seabass. I closed it with two spoons of chocolate and strawberry ice creams sprinkled by chocolate chips and nuts. Yummy!

I was so full I was not surprise that I still did not feel hungry at all when hubby picked me up in the afternoon. We actually planned to go to Death by Chocolate but enough was enough. My stomach was really not up to another culinary heaven so we went to see Pirates of the Carribean: the Dead Man’s Chest and I love it! I love those effects and I love the cunning slime ball Jack Sparrow character played by my favourite actor Johnny Depp. What I love most, however, was Davy Jones. His Octopus face like change color just like real Octopus mimicking the surrounding. The flying dutch ship and its crew was the next thing I love most from this movie. It was such a feast for my eyes.

Unfortunately, all the good food and drink during lunch started to show it results. 15 minutes before the movie end I could not stop my self not to go to the toilet. By the time I returned I saw only the ending which was really really…urgh! I’d better not say anything. All I can say is I really can’t wait to see the third movie!

And after that private celebration, we celebrated it again this morning. This time with Mika, Pascal, my Mom and my brother. We gathered up over three layer cakes of Dapur Coklat and sang happy birthday. It must be delicious as Mika ate 2 pieces of it within 10 minutes. And me? Nah, I still need to redeem my self from performing one of the deadly sin yesteday. Gluttony.

The picture must wait until hubby returned this afternoon.

No, I am not talking about another man here, one man is more than enough for me, I am talking about my love of science. Physics in particular.

During my high school time (which was…looong time a go!) I took physics as my main subject. I love it. I wanted to be an Engineer at that time. Civil Engineer to be precised. But few months afterward, I found out that I had SLE and was forbidden to go under the sun. There goes my dream as a field engineer. I was a ‘vampire’. I could not go under the sun without getting a deadly flare. Well, I still am a ‘vampire’ now but at least I can go under the sun if it’s not too long and protected by umbrella and sun block. Anyway…

That does not stop my love of physics. I continuosly digesting all news and books about phyisics. I love the Discovery (or National Geography?) program titled ‘Extreme Engineering’. It’s about marvellous construction work around the world.

When I went to London, one of the thing that I marvelled so much was the construction of the Eye of London and Millenium Bridge. How did they designed and put that up was really amaze me. I spent a lot of time ogling at them. Tried to imagine all the work behind these beautiful things.

Several years a go I joined a TV local physicis quiz called Galileo competing with two engineers and I won the first prize. I beat up two professional engineers! I was so proud of my self.

And when I had Pascal inside my belly, I was craving to climb up a construction crane. There was a construction work going on accross the street whereby several marvellous crane being put up. Every morning and afternoon I saw it moving here and there carrying something. Oh my! I was so excited to know how it was brought, how it was put up, how to calculate the height, the weight etc Unfortunately nobody want to take a pregnant woman up there. They said their insurance will not cover that. I was so annoyed. Now you know why Pascal kept on drooling!

So, I hope now you can understand the wave of multiple orgasm I experienced yesterday as when I looked outside the window of my cubicle I saw a yellow crane being built facing my window!

In the middle of my busy-ness, the view of it literally took my breath away. I spent minutes ogling this beautiful tower completely forgotten about my work. I saw it getting higher and higher. I saw people moving here and there carrying orders. Looked like they stack it on top of each other just like Lego. But where and how they did it, I did not know. Perhaps somewhere down the concrete basement. All I know was when I arrived this morning, it got taller. I could not see it jutting out to my window again. All I see is the lean neck where there was think ladder for people to climb up and down. Ah what a pity.

I wonder whether they will let me to climb it up this time…