Moment

As I browsing the internet looking and reading other people blog who have the experience in marrying a foreign man.... I can not help feeling warm inside in this stormy winter day...
Every story, live and feeling is different but thats make it very interesting...One blog always have happy moment.... the other one have difficulty living in foreign country and so on... But one thing I never read.. argument and different in two culture... May be that is a not public consume so .. probably thats it...

My friend in Indonesia and in here always said that Me and Bob my husband seems never have problems.. never have argument and so on... We always look like a perfect couple... well we are.. but in every relationship always a obstacle and all.. and somehow me and him always make it through .. somehow... I'm stubborn he is too... I'm patience he is a little bit patience hihihihih I have my weakness he love my weakness... He have problem... I try to carried it with him.. when communication is hard to reach ... we calm down in different room... ....

For me the word separate is not an option... but we do not know what waiting for us in the future .. but for now... there is no option... except being together...

One thing I learned from my mom is... that we the children never saw them argued in front of us... so one day I asked her how she do it??? the answer is I never expected... they argued... alot.. :P but not in front of us..... My dad always drive them in to a quiet field and argued there.... She want us to have a happy memory of their marriage rather then they argued all the time...

Coming from a divorce parents, my mom always tried her best to make our family happy... she helped my dad a little bit in the financial area by selling jewelry to his boss and co-workers wive.... they married for 32 years... until he died in 2002.... She is crushed... she loved my dad so much... for time we never tough she will never except it... but she doing pretty good now... she really depend on him in so many thing... she is strong but.. when you love someone and been together for so many year like her to my dad... you can not help but missing the part of your soul.... body... mind... and heart..

I can be depends on Bob on many thing... his my strong foundation when I'm sinking... his the person that will cut and fight my obstacle .... his the one I seek when I need a tight hug.... his always there when I'm confuse in live .. homework... and my self... his always there when I miss my family and feeling guilty for it because his the reason I moved to America.... I love his sour joke... LOLz.... He always there when I fall.. help me to stand again but not babying me... "it's Live deal with it".... he said... He push me to get my dream ...and Bob is the 1st man that ever tell me how pretty I am... when all the man I know and ever have a crush on.... only see outside of me.. but he love me from the out side and inside ....

So... you can puke out when you read this or you can say oooooooohhhhhhh .... I really do not care... We probably not perfect... or argue some times over stupid things... or just hate each other guts... but we know.. deep down inside .. we love each other more then we hate and how different we are...

The unfamous moodiness

……….. bla bla bla bla bla……. really…

I try to convert my self to write a blog here in blogspot... usually I post everything in my husband website but somehow I decide to step out of the box and made my self a blog ... here... out of no where...

Anyhow... just watch some news show in PBS, they talked about Bush Junior and how everything he ever done is forgiven .. BS..... jeezz I really do not want to go there with politics... it just annoying and mind blowing.... politics is dirty where ever you are.... >_<... frustrated and do not want to talk about it...

My country Indonesia is one of that country that I refused to talked about whenever my fellow friends asked me... If I think about it too long I will get an aneurysm.. It's not that I hate the country it's the government and their greasy hands asking for money all the time... >_<

I just tell them to ask another Indonesian here in Lansing who obviously got their money from they corrupt father.. you tell me how I know??? well let me see...

they say their "dad" is a government employee... and they running around town with an Audi and BMW ??? PISS ME OFF!!!

oke ... not all the Indonesian in here are like that... most of them married American just like moi... and go back to school..

anyway... enough talking about it... like I said it only give me an aneurysm ...

I'm not an angry person... just angry in general...

Autumn

Fall season is here and somewhat makes me feel depress… I really don’t know why because most of the time I always happy for this season to come. The changing of the leaves in the tree or the cold fresh air and the beutiful yellow sky makes fall one of my favorite season. But this year everything is changing…. the idea of stuck in the apartment for a long winter is haunted my mind. I know winter is fun with all the snow and all but it’s just feel not right at the moment.

I have some speculation why I don’t like this year fall season but it really don’t make any sense…. Bob said it’s “hormonal ” thing …. hahhahaha as if… or maybe he is right…. women are so freaking complicated…. God really think very hard when he created us… like hmmm wait a second lets make women complicated… sheesh… No wonder they don’t elect Hillary Clinton to become president… I mean when she got PMS she will hit that red botton in a brezee.. LOL….

Anyway back to the I don’t like this year fall season… the speculation between me and my husband bob is in the hormonal thing… But I think… crap ….. I don’t know … maybe his right… I really miss my mum and my family.. and school really eating me alive… too much of everything… it’s chaos in my brain… i can’t get my priority.. it’s scatter around. ..

Winter come to fast in Michigan… it’s cold and long…. I love it… but God here we go again complaining… but it’s true tough .. sometimes it last more then summer… I miss live…. I miss some little thing from my childhood.. I mean who doesn’t… UGH!!! freaking live gimme me a break….. !!!! I’m tired of you… I want to scream at you.. I want to say leave me alone… Live don’t you dare push me around…. don’t you dare steal my dearest one from me… Live get the hell out of here…. you and your nonsense eating me alive…. STOP IT LIVE … STOP IT… give this women a break once!@@ … just once… thats all I’m asking….

I’m not mad at you live…. just frustrated at you….