I love you.
You are a wonderful mother. Thank you so much for the overflowing love and support you give me. No one will ever support me like you do.
You are a strong and smart woman. I learn so many things from you. I don't know what I'll become without you.
You are also very pretty and funny. It's what we have in common hahaha, just kidding.
You might not know this, Mother but I always support you in every path you take and decision you make. We might not be the best nor happiest family on earth but Allah has given the best family for us.
You are every breath I take. Happy birthday, Mama.
Saturday, 11 January 2014
The bad thing about Seoul is that it's getting colder and colder. I never expect to meet winter twice in a year but -surprise surprise- I just have to deal and be grateful for that. At this very moment, I thought I probably have the best year of my life yet sometimes I want to skip this part to see what future holds.
But you know I'm just gonna shut up and enjoy the last 24 days in Seoul.
Saturday, 30 November 2013
I felt like taking a stroll earlier. It's not that cold outside. So I got out of subway station and walked. I passed the bus stop, looked at the people inside the bus and I smiled and hid it so they wouldn't think that I'm a weirdo. I walked and walked. Enjoy every moment of cold breeze on my face. I put some lip balm to make sure my lips wouldn't be so dry. I walked in slow pace and turn left at the park because I've never been there. There were only two ahjussi talking and sipping their coffee. They didn't stare at me because they sat too far to notice that I'm a foreigner in their prosperous country. I kept walking and looking at the statue in the middle of the park. I think he's a general or something, the lights make him so dramatic and heroic. I didn't stop walking but I couldn't take my eyes off him.
From afar I saw a man and a woman passed the street. They walked side by side. 'They must be husband and wife', I let myself thought that way. Then the man stopped and stared at me. 'Yes I'm a foreigner now stop staring at me' I held that thought in my head. When I got closer to him, he started to run towards the woman. 'Oh how sweet the husband runs just to walk beside his wife' my lips began to form a smile. The woman hit him, ran away, and kept looking at behind her. 'Holy crap' is the only word in my mind when I passed the man. I started to walk faster and faster until I was ahead of the woman. I kept looking behind me, make sure that the guy didn't run and catch me. As I walked faster, I felt the urge to run. 'Run, Asty. RUN!' 'Why should I run? He's far behind me' I had this conflict of thoughts inside my head and I looked behind me and I could see the guy, he was far from me but not far enough. So I walked faster and started to run while Ronan Keating's If Tomorrow Never Comes was played on my music player. I ran as fast as I could. At that moment, I couldn't think of anything. All my burdens somehow disappeared. I could feel the cold air on my face and I realized 'this is one of the happiest moment of my life'. When I stopped, I laughed by myself. No one was around me. The only thing in my mind is 'I feel so alive and free'.
That was how I spent my Saturday night before I write this post and I'm gonna admire how beautiful the moon is while drinking ice chocolate afterwards.
and for those who don't know, I'll give you a little information about what's going on in my life: I'm currently living in the capital of South Korea and no, it won't be forever. I shall return to my beloved tropical country very soon. Let's stop talking about leaving or I will start to cry. and I might change my blog URL. But I don't know.
Saturday, 16 November 2013
Norway is very special in my heart but you know what I remember the most about people in Norway?
Children with Winter Clothes
(I said it twice to stress that they're really TALL)
First, you have to know that even in Indonesia, 158 cm is not tall. Now I have to go to the place where Troll is very famous! I cannot compete with their height so I keep in mind that short is the sign of cuteness. Right? RIGHT? Please say yes so I can keep being proud for being 158 cm.
If being tall is not enough, I have to say that Norwegians walk really fast. I mean REALLY REALLY fast. For this one, I gave up. I have nothing to say to defend myself.
People said that it's because of coldness so they walk like in hurry to go inside plus it makes their body warmer. I guess it's true.
It's just I'm used to walk really slow and relax because it is HOT in Indonesia so if you walk fast it becomes HOTTER. So we stay calm, well, not really. But hey, I just defended myself :p
Special ones: ISFiT friends, Host Family, and somebody I used to teach!
Remember what I said about the cold lunch? Well, my favorite people in Human Dignity workshop made my hunger go away and lunch break became one of my favorite time between our dialogues and discussions because that was the time when everyone played songs from their countries and the other people could dance. LIKE. CRAZY. An hour break was never enough, I tell you.
I also had a great host family! Hansen family provided me with the comfiest bed and best breakfast ever! They did take care of me very well. I got a lovely room mate too, Yuna! It really felt like home where it's warm with love (and heater too).
Getting new friends won't make me forget the old ones. Spending time with my favorite ex student (who is the first Norwegian I know) while I was there was such an amazing experience too because we got to talk, share, and discuss about everything! I could say that he spoiled me very much and I cannot thank him enough for everything!
As I said before, Norway will always have a special place in my heart and this lyrics from the Smashing Pumpkins really express what I feel...
Saturday, 30 March 2013
Tuesday, 19 March 2013