Emigrating

Hello readers..


Soo... I was checking up for recent updates on my facebook home page when I found an article posted by my former Bahasa Indonesia teacher. Honestly, it wasn't the article that caught my attention, but his profile picture. So, I browsed his photo albums. (I guess, it has become one of my habit to stalk photos on facebook) :p. so what..

It turned out that he's been living in Singapore for quite a long time. Shocking, it was, as I never thought he'd leave Indonesia. He doesn't seem like a person who wants to stay abroad....

Anyway...speaking about staying abroad..
Did you know? when I was a high school student, I've always wanted to study abroad. I wanted to study in Europe. German was the most considerable option. Though I searched for fine qualified international medical university, I knew it's gonna be hard as well as impossible for me to get accepted, because I never studied A level or stuffs, I never try to write motivational letter or asked my teacher to write letter of recommendation. It's definitely impossible. So I gave up my dream instead. Maybe if I have a chance later on, I'll try to get myself a scholarship.

randomly selected photo from google.com of a library building in German

I hoped so much that I'd have the opportunity to go to Europe. I've seen many photos of the country. They have every facilities that's completely different than here in Indonesia. It's like you can live in peace there. People obey the rules. Everything is very well-controlled. No air pollution, no garbage everywhere.

As I get older and maturer, I know that I probably was wrong.

It's true, they offer facilities with higher technology. It's true that the people there have better manners and behaviors than Indonesians. But, they don't have something I can't live peacefully without.

They're not Moslem countries. Maybe you'll think "what's the big deal about it?"

of course it's a very BIG DEAL

First of all, it's very uncomfortable being unable to hear Adzan echoing in the city. Secondly, you have to ask whether your food contains pork, alcohol, or something like that every time you eat in a restaurant. It's very troublesome, don't you think? If I were there, I might end up eating instant noodles everyday hahaha.. Another thing is their custom. They're not bound to wear hijab or closed clothing. See? it's easy for you to see their aurat and stain your innocent vision. (ciyeeeee)

That's not the kind of life I want to have. I'd rather live here even though Jakarta gets me on my nerve almost every morning and makes me want to go crazy. I'm destined to be born and live here because Allah knows it suits me best. *heaven's choir backsound* If someday I get really sick of Jakarta and want to emigrate, I'm considering moving out to Brunai. A place with similar atmosphere and culture, only better.

Random photo from google.com of Brunai traffic

Don't get the wrong idea. It's not that I don't love my own country.. It's just that sometimes people have to hijrah to be a better person, don't you agree?

Forgiving Boy

Assalamu'alaykum, readers
First of all, Happy Ramadhan Mubarak!!!


So happy that I eventually get to write again ^___^
I'm in the middle of the longest holiday throughout 6 years of education in this university.

Some things have changed, some other remains. I'll start with the remaining first. The thing is... that FKUI 2012 will NOT study in Depok. Which means... I have to keep struggling and competing for a space in the train to go home (sadly). I even bought CommuterLine Multitrip E-Ticket just in case I have to rely on CL as the main transportation.

Multitrip e-ticket

Apart from its fastness and cheap fare, CL is actually not a very comfortable mode of transportation. You hardly get a space to even just stand. It's fully-loaded with a massive number of commuters from Depok, Bogor and its surrounding. Moreover, the passengers' manner are terrible. If one afternoon you decide to get the train home, you'll see how selfish and ignorant they are.

Now for the changed thing,  as the title implies, I'd like to tell you about my precious little monster, Apacaaa *party* *dancing* 

Apaca is my nephew. He is turning 2 years old this September. He has a very cute face as well as voice. Apaca is a very kind boy. Whenever he receives something from other people, he says thank you. Whenever he encounters someone (or in rare cases, something) on his way, he says "pelmisii". One day, he wanted to ride on his baby walker. He asked me to get him into it. I was playing Line POP on my sister's tab when suddenly he said, "pelmisii sisiir....". I turned around and found a comb in front of the baby walker he's riding on. I picked it up and he continued walking around.

Apaca in his baby walker

Babies are curious little creatures. They tend to try everything, ask anything, and told you to do unusual things for them. One day I assisted him drawing abstract messed-up thread. Suddenly, he thrust a marker to me and said, "gambal balon meletus, tante Sarah". I drew one as best as I could and showed it to him. He looked at it and ask me to draw another thing. This time, he asked me to draw "balon kempes". what thee?!

Apaca reaally loves automotive. He memorizes so many car types, Livina, Jazz, Freed, Serena, Juke, etc. He can even distinguish avanza and xenia correctly! Whenever he comes to our house, he always ask me or my sister to accompany him to the driver's seat. He loves to steer the wheels. So excited with wheels and stuffs that he loves to watch "Wheels on The Bus". But my family thinks he should not be too familiar with music, so we cut it down. 

mobil-mobilan

Apaca is a kind boy. He shares his pleasures with everyone he loves. One day, he wanted to drink teh POCI. I made one for him and helped him to sip it. Then he said, "Tante Sarah minum teh poci juga". uu baiknya <3 p="">
Sometimes, my sister and I being too overwhelmed by his cuteness that we do things which annoy or scare him. Like, we'd love to hold him tight, tickle him, or roll him up with blankets like sushi until he whimper or moan. Don't get the wrong idea, we're not that violent cinderella-stepsister type.

Even though we've done something like that, in the end, Apaca will still play with us. He still smiles and shares us his story. He forgives us for doing such annoying things like I said before. His attitude is still the same. That's what makes us love him soo much.

No matter how hard we try to find his mistakes or weakness, we can never hate Apaca. Love you, anak jempol.