My blog is Me.


Why do you blog? Why do I blog? That’s the question. I think, I have told the reason in my About page. It took me long before I could decide what my blog will be about. Even, until now I cannot sure what is my blog about. Food with recipes blog? Although I love cooking, it is not as simple as throwing everything I found in the freezer into the wok that I have the rights to claim myself publically as a food blogger. Another question arouse: do I have time to take the ingredients measurement? Take photos of the step-by-step method? Do I really love cooking? Or that is just an excuse because I don’t like doing the other housework, like ironing clothes or mopping the floor. I had to listen my heart, So, the foodie blog had taken away from my mind. What else got my interest? Culture? It can be. My family? Of course. I have a husband, two daughters, one Siberian Husky and one small pomerian (mix). All of them can understand me well and not too demanding. Yes. Even, the dogs. How about if I want to write about our beautiful beaches? Our great temples? As the Bali Island is also known as the Island of Gods. The greenery, those small wonderful animals, like butterflies, praying mantis, little lizard and other not very important but make me interested easily thing. I don’t know what I will see around and what happens in my life. I want to record every thing that makes my life a life.

So, to make it simpler, I decide to blog about everything. A little bit too ambitious. But, this blog will be my life diary for my daughters, about the ups and downs, our struggle to face life trials, like my husband’s prostate cancer, how we all deal with that, how we stand strong by supporting each other. Its name is A Simple Note. Simple because I don’t like writing in a long-confusing way. I prefer short and precise style. And Note is the record of many things.
I express myself through my blog. A Simple Note is me.

Additional Note: I post also a picture of me. As I told you, I express myself through my blog. That’s the clue. I am a bit narcissist. A picture when I became this year Master of Ceremony for the opening of Bali Arts Festival Parade. Please forgive me. I just can’t help it.

Joined the Daily Prompt: Million-Dollar Question.

The Butterfly Effect

IMG_2523 I think everything is connected. About three years ago, I was assigned to the Tourism Department of Bali province. I made friend with someone who was clearly a collector of Jepun (frangipani) flower. She gave me some stems that I brought home and planted it around my garden. That maroon Jepun where the butterfly rested was one of the other 5 kinds. 20141024-031015-11415465.jpg I was assigned there for 5 months only and called back to my previous office. But the stems grows well. Adopted easily to the soil of my garden. After a year, it began to produce buds that transform easily into exotic flowers. These two pictures were taken at different time. The second one was shot six months after the first when it was in its best performance. Healthy green leaves and luscious maroon petals. But, I am sure, the one left flower in the first picture is not less interesting. It has a wonderful butterfly on it. Landing calmly and proudly on the Jepun petals as if it did want to be shot and admired by me who was taking the picture using iPad. Since I got these pictures in my files, I had reasons to meet the Weekly Writing Challenge: Butterfly Effect. I would probably not posting if I was not assigned to the Tourism Department about three years ago. A connection of my office assignment with blogging. It is started with me receiving the assignment decree, moved to the new office, made friend there, got Jepun stems, planted them, it began producing flowers, the flowers had attracted wonderful butterfly, I shot it. Although I moved back to the previous office. But the story still went on that three years later, the Daily Post challenged me with a topic of Butterfly Effect! What is more coincidental than that? A lot more. This a universal world. I know. I just like dramatizing thing.
Anyway. As I said. For me, everything is connected.