Her Words: I have waited for so long

Hari itu aku pergi ke pelabuhan untuk menanti seorang yang sangat berarti buatku. Aku tiba dan menunggu kedatangannya. Setiap sosok yang terlihat serasa memberiku seberkas harapan, laksana rasa dahaga yang hilang setelah menghabisi segelas besar air dingin. Namun, pengharapan itu hilang begitu kutersadar kalau ternyata mereka hanyalah manusia-manusia asing yang tak kukenal, yang berjalan lalu dari pandanganku.

Ke manakah wanita hebat itu?

Aku merindukan kedatangannya sejak sekitar 180 hari yang silam, namun ketika harapan itu terasa semakin dekat, ia malah menjauh. Jarum pendek yang biasanya lamban terasa cepat. 1 jam.. 2 jam..

Aku lelah. Tuhan yang Maha Tahu, berikanlah aku beberapa informasi. Pertemukan aku dengannya. Biarlah aku melihat wajah sukacitanya. Antrian taksi yang biasanya sepanjang kereta api Argolawu, sekarang telah berubah menjadi miniaturnya, seirinig berjalannya waktu.

Aku berdiri dengan pikiran yang dipenuhi oleh harapan-harapan kosong. Nihil. Dia tak ada di sana. Mungkinkah beliau menghilang di tengah-tengah kerumunan orang banyak? Rasanya tidak. Jarum panjang dan jarum pendek hampir bersatu. Sebentar lagi tengah malam. Ketidaknyamanan melanda perasaanku. Resah. Gelisah. Kelelahan.

Aku melangkahkan kakiku menjauhi tempat terang benderang penuh dengan suara dengungan sukacita manusia-manusia lalu. Jauh. Menjauh. Apa sih tujuan semua ini? Semuanya sirna. Harapanku hilang, menguap begitu saja dan bersatu dengan angin malam. Penantianku berakhir pada kekecewaan. Kekecewaanku melangkahkanku menuju sebuah tempat yang kurasa bisa memberiku rasa nyaman yang telah hilang.

Selamat datang di rumah.

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Pengen Curhat: Can't Sleep!!

Hi..... Here I am.. again! :) Miss me? :P

I just read an Indonesian novel.. since my dad and sis are here and they use the comp more often than I imagined, therefore I have nothing to do (computer is my world, haha), and spend most of my time reading the novels that I bought when I was in Jakarta 6 months ago.

The novel was written in a very eloquent Bahasa Indonesia, great choices of words, fantastic idea and interpretation, and supported with strong characters.

Reading it makes me feel good. Damn good. And yeah, I guess some of you have already figured out where this conversation will go to.. hahah.. YeP! It makes me wanna blog in Indonesian tonight!

It feels better to express things in your own mother tongue, don't you think? I feel I'm a different person when I blog in English. Hahah.. ok ok whatever. Don't try to dig out for politically correct reasons just so that you can blog in Bahasa Indonesia.

Anyways, for everyone's sake, I WILL SPEAK ENGLISH!! YAY!

Yeah.. so my dad and sis are here. I don't like it!
Huh? Don't I miss my daddy or my sis?

Hell yes, I do, man! I DO! But I don't like when they come here to Singapore! I want to go back and meet them THERE!!

Why? because when they come here, I feel like I'm having tourists here. I need to make sure that they are not bored down here, and I have to make sure that they are accompanied everytime. I can't attend meetings (ok, this may sound good to a certain extend), but sometimes I too, want to do things myself with my friends when I'm in Singapore. There are too much things that I sacrificed. I don't go back to Indonesia, so I have to make sure that I enjoy my holiday in Singapore (which I don't think I succeeded).

Anyways.. its 2:22 am here.. both my dad and sis have fallen asleep, and I'm struggling down here! I CAN'T SLEEP!!!

Why? why? Because my sister and I share a room, and not only that, we share a bed! MY BED!

And tell you what? she can't sleep still, she occupies 3/4 of the bed, she takes my bolster, she grabs the blanket, and she sleeps in the spot where I am supposed to sleep - at the side which faces the wall.

And I also don't like it when my family (especially my dad or my sis) comes over, because.. err.. because they always use the comp! I am only excited when my mum visits me here. Hmm..

10 reasons why I prefer my mum to come to Singapore to anyone else:

1: SHE DOESN'T USE THE COMP!
2: She cooks my favourite food
3: We have the same taste so can go shopping together
4: She doesn't use the bathroom for too long (unlike my sister who uses the washroom for like 30 to 40 minutes!! GRR!)
5: She is just like my friend. She has a good sense of humour. We can talk about everything under the sun.
6: She loves to exercise (she accompanies me to cycle at the East Coast Park, walk on foot to Parkway Parade, play basketball, or only do some tiny exercises at home, very different from those 2 lazybumps who only enjoy sitting in front of the comp)
7: She helps me clean my room (unlike those 2 who always make it even messier, and they don't care when I told them to tidy their things up, coz what they care about is only the comp)
8: She enjoys small talks by the pool at night (a thing which I always love)
9: She can talk to my grandma (unlike those two who only talk during meals coz after that they will straight away go to hit the monitor again)
10: She knows how to have fun

Well, the comparison above go to my sister more. Sigh. At least my dad can help me quite a lot, like fixing my comp problem, fixing my chair, fixing this and that.. unlike my sister. She is the worst when it comes to computer usage. She uses the comp like there's no tomorrow. She is supposed to study but in the end she doesn't. She always nudges me when I'm using the comp and asks, "are you done?" and if you are using it too long then she will be upset and does lots of stupid and childish acts. Well Im not so againts my sister but I'm extremely against her when she starts to do things like that. Like don't you have anything better to do rather than sitting here in front of the comp????????

Ok perhaps that's why I'm so annoyed by how long they use the comp. I don't like that because, to be honest, I also have almost zero things to do here at home in Singapore, besides using the comp. In Jakarta, I don't care much coz I have LOTS of things to do. Haha, the TV, the books, the friends, the work, the food, and MUM are more than enough to spend my time at home, leaving the computer to be one of the last things I want to touch in Jakarta.

Argh.. sorry to blabs trashes. I can't sleep.

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Event Review: Immersion Programme and SPISC Mid Autumn Festival

Okay, so we had this Immersion Programme which started yesterday and ended today. I was pointed to be the group leader so I had no choice but be a group leader..

Anyways there was this one Singaporean freshie in my group called Jia Hui, and he was such a sad case.. Lol. I mean, that Immersion Programme had nothing concerning him.. like we were there talking about the medical check up, the student's pass, the tuition grant, etc etc, and he's a local for heaven's sake!! He doesn't need all these... Lol. Poor Jia Hui. Anyways it was a good thing that the games are all conducted in the first day, if not, then Jia Hui would rot there alone.

Then, I dug out my shelves on Monday night just to look for my cheer list. I recalled some of the cheers during my orientation last year. Then guess what? On the 2nd day itself, no cheers were required.. we only did the TP Oei! and the 11 claps.. that's all.. We didn't even sit according to groups on the 2nd day... ~_~

After the programme finished, I was supposed to take some freshmen for medical check-up together with Parkapan. Then, to avoid communication breakdown, we requested Ruonan to come along with us as we were taking some students from China. And when I called him, he confidently said "don't need.. the agent for the Chinese students will take them to the clinic today themselves. There won't be any Chinese over there." Then I was like... errr... but we had like 2 PRC students with us now leh.. how dare you say things like that... Then he called the agent and agreed that we are going to the clinic together as a big group, meet at the ATM machine at 1:30 pm. Alright, everything was settled. What happened after that????
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Ruonan left at 1:20 pm, with 8 Chinese students and 1 Vietnamese, leaving 1 Burmese behind... and us too.
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DOTS
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Ok, actually that was not completely his fault, coz we changed our plan at the very last minute. Therefore, some misunderstandings may occur.. but he should at least call us when he was about to leave right?? Parkapan, Ye Tun, Isaiah and I were happily having our lunch around 1:20 pm la...

Then... that agent lady took them to this small clinic in Bedok and that clinic does not have an X-ray service. Erm.. OH. That clinic is the MoSt ExPeNsiVe clinic ok?? At first Parkapan and I were thinking of taking them to the Raffles Hospital, cheaper and has more complete facilities, but in the end we ended up taking them to that small and expensive clinic in Bedok. Sigh. Moreover, no X-ray service provided. Ok. Fortunately, there is an X-ray service nearby which takes like 5-10 minutes on foot. Phew...

I swear I'll never take up this responsibility of taking freshmen for medical check up in my entire life.

After taking the freshies to the Bus Interchage, we straight away went to SP, Dover, as we were the invited guess for SPISC's Mid Autumn Festival. Erm.. we arrived almost 1-hour late, sorry... sorry.... i have no comments on the musical, but I should admit that I had a good laugh when SPISC committee was doing the skit. Michael was so cute la in that broomhead. Lol. And what's with Fern being the Prince?? He should be the Princess man!! huwahahaha.... Ok. This skit was then followed by a wu shu performance. Not bad.

Then the performances ended, we went outside the Auditorium for dinner.. We had a good talk with the other IS committee (mostly from RP). The last time we met each other were like during the movie outing, which was mistaken as Howe Luen's birthday celebration by some gundus -.-", but during that outing, only a few turned up. Ya.. So now is when we met SPISC and RPISC committee once again...

After dinner, we had games... Argh.. dont wanna talk bout this!! So paiseh..

Erm.. ok maybe I should. Just to clarify things up. That Dodo (Fern's nickname is actually Dodo, hahah) sabotaged me lah.. -.- Hey... don't sabo your fellow countryman can? Lol. Among all students in that audi why must he choose me? And why must he call my name so loud using that microphone? But thank God the game was a gift-wrapping competition and not other stupid dirty wet and embarrasing games.. Alright. They provided only 1 pen knife which was supposed to be shared among the 5 groups (ok it's not 5 group, it's 5 pairs), which was always not available to use, but thank God Haoren's nails are sharp. Hmm.. I didn't think much when I wrapped my present. My hands were just kept on folding and folding... I even had no idea that it actually looked like a french fries wrapper until Haoren told the rest..

Anyways, I was shocked when Fern announced that the two of us won the first prize though, so I think the 'sabotage' thingy did not turn out to be so bad.. Lol. I think he also just anyhow decide because I am from Indo just like him. Hahah. However, the kepo TP people made Haoren put some act.. duh! Haoren is such a thick skin dude lah aiyo... you ask him to do one thing he will be there entertaining you. Those who came to PF this year would know his personality already. Haiz.. The teasing part makes me wanna vomit carbondioxide. Haoren is happily attached can???!!! -.-"""

Ya.. then we went home.. I caught up quite a lot with Fern in the MRT. And he mentioned Indomie! Ok I'm not so despo about Indomie though.. Anyways, Singaporeans, this "Indomie" is not the "Indomie" that you see in Singapore. To tell you the truth, those "Indomie" in Singapore are not made in Indonesia. It was made in Malaysia... so what Fern and I discussed was "Indomie" made in Indonesia.

And oh, sorry to speak in such a horrible language. I just feel like speaking Singlish tonight.

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<< Today's Rewind: Dinner

I just had my dinner and guess what, I don't know why but my grandma made today's dinner very Indonesian. Lol. All the dishes served on the table were ALL Indonesian food!!

We had Indonesian fried rice (unlike Chinese ones, Indonesian fried rice is cooked with black soya sauce and chilli padi, and hence it is brown in colour and tastes a little sweet [without chilli] and spicy [with chilli]. Lol.)

Then we had soto ayam (not malay mie soto okay, this one is really Indonesian..., eaten with VERY SPICY chilli [warning! VERY SPICY!], plus perkedel kentang, plus boiled egg, plus bihun... cooked with kunyit.. huwaha sorry I don't know the English term for that spice "kunyit")...

Then, we had ikan pange!! Erm... how to explain ikan pange ah? Ok, this.. tengiri fish (okay what is 'tengiri?') is cut out, then cooked with belimbing wuluh... ermm.. what is belimbing wuluh in English?? =.= my mum plants a belimbing wuluh tree in front of our house in Jakarta, lol... never see them in Singapore.. if you want to take a look then come over :P ermm.. then cooked lo.. don't know what other spices and ingredients... but tastes greaaaattt!!!

Last but not least........ we ate the fried rice with kerupuk udang!! Aaaaa.... My mum's friend came to Singapore and brought them over... I love that kerupuk!! (kerupuk is....crackers! Prawn crackers!! Yay!!) But nothing beats kerupuk keriting2 (keriting means curly... so kerupuk keriting means curly crackers... lol anyhow translate ah louisa!!). Yup.. nothing beats kerupuk keriting bought in waroenk (read: warung)!! Huwahaha... Singapore has no warung ah... aiyah... warung is the best man!! Lol. Amazing to think that most warung sell everything under the sun.. from office supplies to food to even gas! Ok, not all warung sell gas though.. only those with "tersedia gas Elpiji" sign sell them.

Now.......... The really really last.......... the dessert........... we had jeruk bali!! Yaaaayyyy!!!! OH man.. Indonesian food is the besttttttt....!!!!

But even though all the were Indonesian dishes, I still did not feel that I'm back home. Why? The environment wasn't supporting ah... My grandma turned the TV on, and it was channel 8!! ~_~

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The Song: Masterplan

Hey, I'm gonna post a very beautiful song, titled "Masterplan" by Go Band, the band of the Indonesian Full-Gospel Fellowship Youth Community.

This song always burns my spirit again after feeling down about myself, always puts back my strength whenever I think I have lost the game, always wakes me up whenever I think I have failed as a person.

The "You" in the lyric refers to God, which in my case is Jesus Christ, the source of my hope, my best friend who never fails.

It may take sometime to load so be patient.. this song is worth the waiting...



THE LYRIC :
Vocal by Charlina Gozali

You crafted my life
before I was born
Created a special story
so beautiful just for me

You knew me by name
and called me Your own
You set me apart
and held me by Your love

Like a clay to the potter
So are my days in Your hands

Everything You've planned is perfect
I may not know it now but I will someday
I'll just have to remember
that my perfect plan may not be Your masterplan

You've opened the doors
and showed me the way
You've let me fall down
and even go astray

But in the end I know I'm secure
'Coz my days are in Your hands

And everything You plan is perfect
I may not know it now but I will someday
I'll just have to remember
that my perfect plan may not be Your masterplan

-Youth Indonesian Full-Gospel Fellowship (IFGF)

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Her Opinion: I DON'T come from a rich family

"your family is very rich right?" said April, when I was there in her house.
"if not, how are they going to send you and your brother to singapore"

Many Singaporeans thought likewise, like Kelvin, QT, Miss Chong, Jesher, bla bla the list goes on.

Indonesians in Singapore = RICH? What a stereotype.

Let me make this clear: MY BROTHER AND I CAME TO SINGAPORE ONLY BECAUSE OF GOD'S GRACE.

Yes. A lot of Indonesians in Singapore are filthy rich. Look at how they shop (branded goods everywhere, bugis street is just not their level), how they live their lives (play everyday, club everynight, no studying), how they say things (most of the time their words are immature, not digested, and they take things so easily)...you know already.

However, there are some of them who are considered lucky enough to be able to study in Singapore under scholarships. (Most of my friends in church are Indonesian scholars, and tell you what, they are the oh-so-smart kids who came from small towns, or maybe from poor family background who always asked for a tuition fee subsidy, or perhaps those who are just like me, a so-so family, not so poor but can't be considered rich).

However, In Poly, most of my Indonesian friends are sons and daughters of businessmen. Their fathers have their own companies, and hence my friends have their future secured - keep the business going. The rubber wheel company, wood, rice-grains, garments, you name it. Wasis asked me once during the fathers' talk in one of TP Indo Union outing, "How about your dad, Louisa? What business is he involved in?"

Ha ha ha. Hmm... Let me see.

Should I say, education? Lol. My dad works as a part time lecturer in 2 private universities in Jakarta. Ok, no. One in Jakarta, the other one in Tangerang, a city just beside Jakarta. He teaches IT in general, computer systems in particular. He's no businessman, hey? And don't imagine lecturers in Indonesia earn as much as in Singapore. They earn in IDR, and Indonesia has lower standard of living!! He came from a poor family with 9 kids, and went to national schools all the way till high school. National schools, okay, during his time there were still prejudices, where Chinese ethnic was still discriminated against, and my dad was forced to learn Arabic and Islamic studies, even though he's a Christian. When he was still studying, he had to cycle back and forth everyday, picked up my grandmother and his other little siblings, while at the same time, studying outside the house, on the road, waiting for my grandma to finish shopping in the market.

My mother came from a better family background. They had nice steady house in Gunung Sahari, a well-known housing estate back then, and went to a private Christian school. That was when my mum received Christ. My maternal grandfather was born in Singapore, but stayed in Jakarta for quite sometime. When my mum finally settled with my dad, her family (yes, all, together with my aunts and uncle) moved to Singapore, leaving her alone in Jakarta with my dad. That's why compared to my other aunties and my uncle, only my mum can't speak fluent English. And only my mum doesn't have foreign qualifications. She obtained a degree in dentistry, and now working in a polyclinic of a non-profit organisation (under a church), helping the poor in their tooth problems. She doesn't work in a hospital. She gets her salary every month, but not much okay? That polyclinic is really non-profitable and targeted for the poor. Imagine you fix tooth decay, take out your tooth, minor gum operation, altogether for just a mere $3!!

Still think that I am rich? Hahaha. Unlike other Indonesians, I stay with my grandma. My grandma is rich, i know, that's why she can have a unit in a condo in Marine Parade. But my family is not. If they are rich, tell you what, I won't be here. I will already be in say, the US, or New Zealand, or Australia. Duh! I won't stay with my grandma. To be honest, I also want to rent a space!! But I don't want to bring up that request to my parents because I know that would mean extra cost. I stay here for free okay? And if I'm rich, I won't bother to study hard, involve in clubs, etc etc!! I will just go shopping all day and club all night. What an easy life.

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Her Opinion: Baka!

GAHH!!

I'M SUPER MAD!!!! THIS IS VACATION FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET A LIFE!!!!

OH, perhaps you don't know what does "VACATION" mean??? Hmmm.... Let me tell you one thing: there is this one thing called "dictionary"!!! GRRR!$#%^

























































its useless.youtakemeforgranted.
bringmebacktowhereibelong.
onegaishimasu.please.kumohon.

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