Its time to turn the volume down.

As I tried to enjoy my yummy bagel and delicious coffee @thefinalstepcafe and TRYING to hear what my husband is saying (unsuccessfully) .. I thought “Australian, just like Indonesian are loud as hell.” There’s these 6 women sitting in a communal table, every one of them talking at the same time. Everyone wants to be heard. 
If I think back to most restaurants or cafe I visited during my trip in Europe, what struck me was that while conversation was important to the meals, the shared space of the restaurant was equally respected. Plenty of people were talking, mind you, it was just that they were talking quietly because they wanted to make sure their companions could hear them.
Maybe, our (Indonesian and Australian) loudness has a lot to do with actual space. Compared to Europe, we have a tonne of it. 
I used to blame Americans for being a rowdy, talkative bunch, but as anyone who has ever tried to be heard in a small cafe or sit in quiet on public transport (but then the person next to y…
This post is about me. Not you. It is about me changing the way I live my life with my gadgets and my social media. I love the internet technology and since the beginning of FB and Twitter I’ve been hooked to social media posting my social works, my personal life and all the nonsense in this world. And then there comes #instagram and Path and Snapchat and the list keep going on. But not so long ago I asked myself, “Is it turning me into someone that I like?” I boldly say : NO, I DON’T LIKE WHAT I’VE BECOME. And what it turn my love one’s, my daughter and my friends into. We constantly busy checking our phone, busy taking photo, posting live story, there’s always something going on : emails, sms, something is happening somewhere that we feels the need to share that news. We order food and we need to take photo of it first, and the food get cold and it doesn’t taste as good, and we don’t care. As long as we get that 1 or more good photos to share on our social media. The saddest thing i…

Anak Gadisku

Untuk anak gadisku @zahrawang 
“Di mana kau tumbuhkan jiwamu?" Seseorang bertanya.Kujawab, "Di tempat-tempat kebaikan berada, terutama pada mata dan kalbu anak gadisku.”
Semoga anak gadisku paham, hidupnya tidak sekedar sekolah, kerja, menikah dan punya anak. Harapanku besar padanya agar ia BERBAHAGIA.Aku tidak khawatir akan nilai sekolahnya, karirnya atau apakah ia akan beranak pinak nanti. Doaku berbenang merah untuk kebahagiaannya.
Iya, BAHAGIA. Satu kata.
Ina MadjidhanJanuari, lima, duaribu delapanbelas.

Take care of ourselves.

To take care of ourselves is not a selfish thing to do. It's great that we can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn't need only a shoulder? What if they need the arms or something like that? What if they need more? We can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of ours and think that counts as love. We just can't. We have to do things. 
Ina Madjidhan January 5th 2018

Happy New Days!

So what have I learned all of those days? 16.060 days of my life?That my complaints, my drama, my victim mentality, my whining, my blaming, and all of my excuses have NEVER gotten me a single step closer to being happy. So I learn to let go of my nonsense.And I treat every day like it’s a new year because it really is. I set my goals everyday to set a certain distance from people with dramas and all the things above. They may continue to do so, maybe they need it and it is none of my business. It is their life not mine. Pray more, be genuine, kind and happy, my friends. Happy New Days!

Authentic self.

I love and need to be authentic, and I believe the place to be genuine is in one's relationships.That's what real love is about, to letting a person be what he or she really is. The truth is, most people love us for who we pretend to be. And to keep their love, we keep pretending - performing. We don't look fake when we unconsciously pretend.Then, we're locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, we could get so used to that image, we grow attached to our masks and forget all about who we really are. And what’s more sad than that is, when someone try to point it out to us, to remind us to be our authentic self, we get defensive and angry, its almost like we don’t want our most precious lie to be taken away from us. Yes, it is a lie, but we are so used to it.
I can only say this because it happen to me many years ago.Until one day I decided to be the real me, the ugly me. Many of my friends doesn’t like that “authentic me”.But I didn’t care what others think about…

Perfectly Imperfect

I love this photo because it’s so real. (Most of us will notice straight away about what’s so real about this pfoto). 
You know these days especially in social media or digital world,  it’s virtually impossible to tell what’s real, what’s been digitally altered and what’s just plain ol’ fake. We keep on asking ourselves are they just altered? Or is it the case of a really good filter? How come her hair is always perfect? What about her well toned abs? She must have a perfect life because she’s traveling all the time. We envy someone’s life because it looks like they have all the material things in the world.
But here is a little advice I give myself, it might work for you too: STOP COMPARING yourself to anyone, even if they are for real. We are all unique and living an exquisite path. Perfectly imperfect. That is what we are. I am proud of my still a bit flabby tummy because I work hard for it, my grey hairs here and there a sign of (hopefully) maturity, my skinny and vainly hands (lots…