A Short Story before Arrived in Europe

Things to do before I get old : Travel around the world   Checked :)

That's what I wrote less than a year ago. Less than a year. And It already half come true.

Fucking damnn, even  I dont beleive it myself. what can I say is you never know what the future will goes,all you can do is to make it happen. 

It was my first time going abroad alone, the last time I went abroad was to China and Hongkong and it was 9 years ago, even myself didn't remember clearly.

So, here I am, I'm writing again my excitement 9 months ago.

If people would feel sad or fear of staying more than 10.000 km from home. I was fucking not, I was thinking, it was the perfect time to stay away from the drama and routine, but i would miss mum&dad somehow, but as long as skype exist, it wasn't a big problem.

When I transited in Kuala Lumpur, even myself already felt the difference from Jakarta. I had to change plane, with train, hell! train inside of the airport??? Damn cool *norak

Before I begin all of the excitements thing, I have a little story up in the air, dunno why I write it, let's hope the guy in this story won't read it :P

In the plane,I met a guy who kind a cute that was sitting beside me, I didn't know, if he's Indonesian or Malaysian since we were in Malaysia, and it's difficult to differentiate between Indonesian and Malaysian.

I was sitting in the middle of 5 seats, and I decided to go to toilet,

"Sorry, can I pass? I wanna go to the toilet". I said to the cute guy.

He got up and made a way for me, and I realized he was following me to the toilet.

The toilet's door was closed, so I just standed still like a stupid, until he said, " toiletnya kosong kok", 

Gosh, he's Indonesian, but I must made the stupid first impression.

I replied " oh iya hehe makasi ya" dengan senyum2 bego.

I back to my sit and asked Lidya,since I wanted to watch movies but I didn't know how it worked. "Lid, cara pake remote nya gimana". Lidya said  "gak tau gw" and she back to her sleep. She was quite 'magical', I called her pelor 'nempel-molor'.

So i was trying  how this remote worked until he arrived. He must've seen me trying this fucking remote. I decided to ask him.

"Eh,sorry cara nyalain tv nya gimana ya?" Even though I knew I'll made the second stupid impression. And he explained well.

I watched 'the artist' (super cool movie), and as I saw him played games. Started to feel sleepy and still 6 hours until it arrived.

I slept.

3 hours before arrived,  I woke up , bored, and saw him munching peanuts, decided to asked him. 

"Kuliah di belanda juga?" I said

"Iya, gw di tilburg, lo dimana?"

"Gw di denhaag,tapi cuma exchange 6 bulan doang"

I love doing research before I go to anywhere, so I know what I'm going to say next.

"Ooh di tilburg, kenal *****a? "

"Oh iya kenal2, lo kenal juga?"

"Iya, dia senior gw waktu SMA"

"SMA lo dimana?" he asked

" Di labs****, lo dimana?"

"Gw di PL" 

ooohh...pantes macho (buahahaha I said it to myself)

We talked until the breakfast served.

We ate. We talked until the plane has arrived. People started to wear sweater or jacket. Gosh, I didn't know it'll be cold outside.

As the pilot said " we arrived in schipol airport, the temperature outside is 20 degree celsius, bla bla bla..." well, it's quite cold.

 The plane landed, and in minutes I'll took the first step in Europe. 

He saw his friend in front of us, and said to me "gw duluan ya"

That was the ending of it, we talked without knowing each other name :P

Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future

The quotes from Oscar Wilde, remind me of the big news that happening today.

Ustadz UJ (what's in english for priest in moslem?) has died today. 

Why everyone is so shocked? Everyone without exception will die, right?

Before I write this blog in the coffee shop, I passed karet bivak graveyard, the place where Ustadz UJ will be buried. People blocked the street that going through Karet Bivak graveyard, and it was so full of people that want to be there as the last time they see Ustadz UJ.

There are tons of lists why people like him. As me, I really appreciate him. Before became a religious people, he admitted that he was addicted to drugs, played with girls, etc. After finally, there was one moment, when he went to Mecca, that changed his live forever.

Nobody's perfect. As I said in the title "Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future"

Writing again

Senen kemaren, di kampus gw ada promo film yg diangkat dari buku ‘9 Summers 10 Autumns’, Mas Iwan penulisnya juga dateeenngg. Aaa seneng bgt bisa ngobrol bentar sama foto-foto. Intinya ini buku diangkat dari pengalaman hidup dia sendiri, dari anak supir angkot terus bisa jadi direktur Nielsen di New York. New York booookkkk!!!

Di akhir-akhir dia ngomong “I dont want to be left with nothing, with this book, my cousins will know about this story, and maybe this book will inspire another people and another anak supir angkot in anywhere” 

Disitu gw sadar, tulisan itu kekal abadi, orang-orang bakal tau kisah tentang kita, tanpa kita hadir disitu. Tulisan juga menginspirasi, menghibur, dan membawa kita ke ‘dunia lain’.

Udah lebih dari setengah tahun blog ini gak di-update, which is gw nyesel juga gak ngeupdate-update padahal di setengah tahun kemaren bisa gw bilang as the best 6 months in my life, I was chosen to became an exchange student to Den Haag, Holland, dan disini gw bakal ceritain pengalaman gw pertama kali keluar negeri tanpa keluarga, dan langsung ke Eropa pula, dan kalo diinget inget dalam hidup, gw paling suka meng-kontraskan hidup gw, kayak gw dinner di lantai paling tinggi di jakarta, besok siangnya gw makan warteg, naik mobil alphard sama temen, tapi tetep setia sama bis meromini.  Those simple things that I want to share :)

With Iwan Setyawan, The writer of "9 Summers 10 Autumns" & "Ibuk"