Well, it’s almost the end of Ramadan! Which is bittersweet for most of us Muslims. The month truly is something else. But, that’s a different topic.
This is the second to last day of fasting during the Ramadan (Friday) which means, Sunday is Eid! Our holiday and celebration! It’s kinda like Christmas (it’s actually different but, in terms of celebrating, I guess the analogy could work. I just really don’t have time to explain).
On the day of Eid, we have our breakfast first because it is obligatory then we prepped up to go to the Masjid to perform Eid prayers. After that, my family usually got together (my grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousin) in my paternal grandparents’ house. We spend some time there (doing the traditional Indonesian ‘ceremony’ of sungkeman & have a feast) before heading back home to welcome guests from my mother’s side of the family because my maternal grandmother is now the oldest elderly person in the family. Oh, yeah, that’s another tradition in Indonesia. You get together in the house of the eldest person in your family (grandparents usually). We have another feast in my house for those bunch of fams.
Then, there’s the food. My oh my, THE FOOD. It’s honestly the best thing besides socializing (gosh do we have enouuuughhh of that already in our livesss). My family has this tradition of making a traditional Manadonese/Sulawesi cake called Brudel. I love that cake so much man you have no idea. For me, Eid is not complete without that cake. Sure, Indonesians have this tradition of making Eid cookies and yeah they’re great too (I can single-handedly eat 20 of those) but, nothing beats Brudel. Nope, nada.
Usually, the first day of Eid ends with us feeling full because imagine getting used to fasting for a month then BOOM! All you can eat! We would also visit some relatives and went to the cemetery to visit my maternal grandfather’s grave sometime between the third to fifth day of the holiday because of tradition and why the heck not. I never met my maternal grandpa when he was alive cause he died before I was born so the only place I can ‘meet’ grandpa is at the cemetery. Sounds spooky but, I can feel his presence there whenever we visit.
Anyways, I’m writing this because I am just so excited about Eid. It is our celebration and Muslims all over the world celebrated on the same day! (or not because you know, timezonesss).
I hope you all have a blessed Eid, spend some proper time with your family and just soak up all the positive that’s gonna come your way.
Life’s too short. This year might be your last Ramadan.
You know that feeling when you just worked your ass off on something and you deserve a little break?
I have been working hard lately. Mainly studying. I am preparing myself for what’s ahead which is exams and all kinds of shit that follows it. I am still in grade 11, I got a whole year until I graduate high school and enter university. But, the efforts shall be made now.
I am still sort of floating all over the place on where should I continue my next step and what to do with all of that. Here in Indonesia or out of here and go somewhere else? Who knows, to be honest. I just do everything that seems possible. Again, who knows what will happen. We can’t really know what’s ahead of us so, why not try everything? Realistically I can say that I might not be able to do too much of something but, idealistically I have the plans set out for what I consider to be a better future out of this place.
But, anyways last night (24/02/2017) I walked home from my course. We studied history, Japan’s time in Indonesia, specifically towards the end of World War II. How the founding fathers of my nation and the youth collaborate on the efforts for our nations’s independence. To be honest with you, the Japan chapter isn’t really my favourite and I don’t really like reading about it. It’s one of my least favourite chapter in my nation’s history. I don’t know exactly why. Although, the process of how the youth encourage President Soekarno to declare our independence seems fascinating in my eyes.
Okay then, I walked home. I kept thinking about the few amount of money I have in my wallet, which is Rp. 5000 and I just kept walking until I finally entered the housing complex street and walked straight until I see the shops lining up towards the main entrance of the housing complex. I looked left to the mini market and debate whether or not I should buy something with the few amount of money I have. Because, I honestly I have been wanting to buy myself a treat for awhile. So, you guessed it, I did. I went in, went straight to the soft drinks section and inspect the prices of each items carefully. Considering, well, I basically don’t have much. I laid my eyes on a bottle of Pepsi (shameful, I know. Should have been a Coke but, it was Rp. 6000, can’t afford!) and decided to pick that up. It costed me Rp. 3500. I paid for it and receive a change of Rp. 1500. I felt good afterwards, I walked home and decided to take a rest from everything and drink my Pepsi. Treating myself to a blue bottled soda and skip off re-reading my books. Skip off studying entirely. I deserve this, I thought. I have been studying day and night (mostly at night. Dad actually doesn’t like it when I stay up too late but, well… I study better in those hours!) and I thought I deserve a little treat.
I think about how I also pushed myself, sometimes. To the point that I overthink stuff too. The other day I complained to my trustee great friend, AB while I chat with him on Facebook and told him I had a headache from my constant studying. He said I should get some rest and I basically kind of reject it, actually. My bad. Shouldn’t have done that cause he was right. I thought about how, treats for yourself are actually efficient in lifting your mood and it actually helps you through the studying hell hole.
I have never actually been too much of a studying person but, the pressure of wanting a quality education in university kind of pushed me someway. Especially since I receive a lot of input about how I should ‘study harder‘, ‘work more‘, ‘don’t play around too much‘ and all those crap. It came from several people and being the person who is easily infected as I am, I let it went through my head a little too far and felt a little down. So, I initiate it by overly pushing and telling myself that if I don’t push to do a lot, then I will fail horribly. Bad, very bad for the brain. You should note to not do that. Would lose all of your motivation in seconds, apparently.
So, what is the connection between that and the story of how I buy a bottle of Pepsi? Nothing. I just stared at that bottle last night and thought about writing rambles on my blog. In fact, this whole post seems to have no point. I just like to ramble. Ha. Classic me.
For the people who know me best. I think they know how sentimental I can get and how I love expressing it through the form of writing. So, here it is.. Kya’s Birthday Note 2017.
I have established a new habit regarding my birthday. Instead of celebration, I use the occasion for contemplation, gratitude and evaluation. Why? Because in truth for me, it has no particular significance. Maybe it has for some people and that’s aye okay. I will be evaluating my life for the past year. I did this for the first time last year on my 16th birthday and I look back for 15 years. Now, I look back on one. I hope to continue doing this on my birthday. This year though, I’ll receive my first ID card and for me, that’s a kind of milestone and I’ve been bragging about it for as long as my family can remember.
I’ve came home from Philippines and it has been okay. Not good, not bad. It has been normal and I have absorbed a lot in such a fairly short time. Almost a year only and it left a mark in my heart. I experienced a lot of “firsts” there. Do I miss the country? heck yeah.
As far as growth, I grew very little in height, change very little in appearance and religiously happy. Religious growth is something I have been trying to work on. Thankfully, it’s been good. Generally, I think I have experienced, learned, discovered, overjoyed, angered, worried and unbothered by a lot of things. Still progressing.
The people around me are very diverse in their background and I’m thankful. I get to observe quickly and pick up knowledge right there and then. I have been independently educated as of late and I like it very much. I worry less about the school environment, which in my own opinion is mentally unhappy and unhealthy. It helps to get out of there and enjoy the world of education on my own. Regular school is okay but, I have enough of that, thank you very much. For those who are skeptical of homeschooling, honestly, it is liberating.
I have also discovered a lot of people that I have to continue to coexist with even though I have very limited impression on them. Especially after all the things happening in this fairly okay country. But, that’s okay. Coexisting, remember?
I have always think about my future and it has gotten intense lately. Pressure from the outside prompted me to shut my doors to the point that I don’t even have doubts on only listening to two people and those are my parents. As it should be. My main focus is college for now. I have targets and I am doing my best but, the end result is up to God. I keep praying alongside everything. Truthfully, I don’t mind any results. It is what it is.
So, to sum up, I’m kind of in a place where I’m quite fairly happy. Not too much, not too little. Just fair. I’m transitioning in a way. I think we always do somehow.
Lastly, I have a series of thank yous to express so, here we go.
All praises be given to Allah SWT and His Prophet.
To mum for the best of friend, refuge, comfort and advice. To dad for patience, guidance and awful dad jokes (remember that we always laugh at you and not with you lol jk). To my brothers for arguments, wrestles, sibling inside jokes and all the Star Wars and Game of Thrones marathon. To Oma, for literally everything. To Eyang Kung & Eyang Ti for stories, sleep overs, snacks, affections and laugh. To all of my family for life, adventures and smiles. To Tiur & Uta for being my little sources of joy in the neighbourhood and for waking my inner childlike happiness. To tante Nadia for traktiran-traktiran pas di Makati dan fangirling ga jelas wkwk.
To A from Chile, for friendship, love and everything in between. To K from New Zealand, for the colourful world of yours, skype calls, roleplays and dank memes. To MC, my big sister in Tennessee for beliefs, trust and faith in God. To P from France, for lessons and good times in the past. To KR from middle school, thanks for staying in touch. To all in the Royal Fandom for all the royally good time. To all in the U2 fandom, you and I are rock n roll. To the amazing people I befriended online, for friendship beyond borders. To my heroes: L, B, A & E for September 25 1976, music, new friends and happiness.
To all of you who read this and everybody that I have the pleasure to know in life. Thank you. Just thank you. I can say that I am very happy today.
Ever think about leaving your country and start a new life somewhere? Maybe find a job there? Are you moving out as a family? Do you have doubts about it?
Well, I am here to share my experience living outside my home country. These are general experiences that I thought you might want to expect if you are considering or even planning to live somewhere out of your country.
First of all, if you are a bit skeptical of the idea, don’t worry. I get you. It’s a very nerve wrecking process and you wouldn’t know what to expect! So, that little worry is totally okay.
Now, here are the things I’ve learned from my own experience living abroad:
1. There Will Be Changes
Well, obviously it will not be the same as how you use to live. There will be changes and it is mostly great! You will learn things that you never thought you would experience. Besides, not all changes are bad. Who knows? Maybe that change might lead to somewhere even better than what you have now.
2. It is Cool!
Let’s face it. There’s a fraction in all of us that includes what seems ‘cool’ to consideration. If it is cool enough for us, we will do it. And this is true. I am not talking about how it will be a show off material, I’m talking about how it will be cool for you. Living abroad is so cool. You will have fun and find new things to share to people!
3. Food, Food and Food
Culinary is something everyone enjoys everywhere. If you move abroad, you will definitely experience different types of food. From food that is simple to food that is complex. If you’re a person who enjoys culinary, you will love living in new places! Even if you’re not, you still love eating right? Haha!
4. Making New Friends
This is something that will definitely happen, one way or another. You will encounter a new set of people and they will get to know you. You would be surprise on how much people would be interested in your life! People are kind of curious to one another, anyway.
You will be exposed to a whole new language. Especially if you move to a non-English speaking country. My experience of moving abroad is to the Philippines, where majority of people speak the native language Tagalog. They do speak English in markets or places alike but, Tagalog is still the main language. If you move somewhere with anything other than English as their first language, it will be weird at first but, interesting along the way. Plus, you can have a new set of vocabulary from a different language! There’s no downside to that!
Expect kindness! Yes, you read that right. People tend to be kinder to foreigners. That’s fact. If they find out you’re not a citizen of their country, they will most likely be kind enough to treat you nicely. They will likely offer help and other small vital things. Like where to shop, where is the hospital, nearest market, basic phrases in their language, etc. They are usually willing to provide you with that information!
Cultural exposure is something that will definitely occur. Whether you realize it or not. If you live somewhere long enough, you’ll find yourself getting use to their customs in a little while. It is usually great, you will notice few differences with how you use to live along the way.
8. Eye Opener
Living somewhere that isn’t originally home will definitely be an eye opening experience. Wherever it is, it will be different. No place are the same. You might be surprised, you might not. But, it will definitely made you learn a lot. Even the little things that you notice.
9. Appreciative and Tolerant Towards Others
We are one but, we are not the same (yes, I quoted U2. Haha, sue me). We have different views on life, religion, politics, things, etc. Even other human beings. We might notice people who are slightly different from us. We can’t be selfish about it. We should all just live in harmony and peace. Living somewhere that isn’t home will definitely open up yourself to be kinder, more considerate and caring towards others.
10. Unforgettable Experience
It will no doubt, be an unforgettable experience. At least for a point in your life, you experience something entirely different. Not everyone has an opportunity to pack their stuff and just go. Not everyone is as lucky as you are. You will appreciate it, be grateful about it and never forget it. Who knows what kind of life you will live there. Make the most of it and be happy.
There you have it, folks. I really hope if someone who is planning to move out somewhere read this, they won’t have doubts or at least would consider it more. I have to admit when I receive the news that I will move out of my country, I was really skeptical of the idea. I spend quite a lot of time thinking about it even though I don’t say it to anyone. I am just like that. I keep a lot of things to myself. Maybe, not anymore with this one.
But anyway, that’s not the point, haha. Really, the life lessons I learn here are priceless and I won’t experience it the same way somewhere else. If I move again somewhere, it will obviously be different. But, that’s the exciting part!
Somehow the idea of uncertainty can be very appealing. The idea of not knowing what’s ahead of you might attract you even more. The idea of having a little gray once in your life and not always a definite black and white is somewhat mesmerizing. That’s the beauty of living, the joy of discovery and it’s so extraordinary.
So, enjoy your journey, people. Live it. Be grateful for it and good luck!
“KYA LISTENS TO ENYA???”
Yes. Yes I do. Although not too much and I wouldn’t call myself a huge fan of Enya. But, I always find her music incredibly fitting in some specific moments.
I have compiled a list of songs I really love to listen from her. Most of this came from her Best of album. Like I said, I am not a huge fan of Enya and I don’t really follow or keep track of everything. I also include 2 songs from her new album Dark Sky Island. I love the tracks!
Her songs are the type you would listen to when you need to have some time alone. I also find her songs to be great as a reading and/or studying companion. And obviously, when you need to relax… Enya would be perfect, am I right? Hahaha.
Anyways, I’ll present to you, my Enya playlist:
♡Athair Ar Neamh (Father in Heaven) – This was also the wedding entrance song of HRH Princess Sofia of Sweden when she was about to marry HRH Prince Carl-Philip of Sweden. It brought everyone to tears!
♡Storms in Africa – This song is really great for your background music as you study.
♡Only Time – I mean… literally everyone know this song.
♡Trains and Winter Rains – It’s…. peacefully catchy. Haha!
♡A Day Without Rain – I listened to this before sleep once. I had a great sleep.
♡Echoes in Rain – Song’s great. But, you should check out the video. Enya looks flawless!
♡Even in The Shadows – Nuff said.
There you have it! My Enya playlist! Hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Although, I am not an expert in Enya’s discography, I can say that I do appreciate her as a musician.
I would say I have quite a wide range when it comes to my music taste. But, I always set myself to be open towards any types of music so I would have more reference in my musical gallery.
That being said, I’ll end this post right here! Thank you.
Hope you all have a great day!