Monday, November 29, 2010
Every Thursday, Third week on November is always be a Thanksgiving day. Lots of turkey, Pumpkin pie, Dip, Mashed Potatoes with gravy sauce, yummy i know, are always be fascinating things as dinner. Oh and don't forget the stuffing!
For all of you who might don't know what stuffing is, it's a mix of bread, turkey, and some spices, all together become one. In a tradition, as my host father said, Americans usually put the stuffing in the turkey (yes, IN the turkey) and put in on the oven. Owh i still remember how it smells.. We usually eat it with mashed potatoes and gravy sauce also. Delicious!
Well, as you know, it's been three years since my last Thanksgiving in United States and two days ago me and bunch of YES Alumni got the invitation to celebrate Thanksgiving with Mr. Ambassador at his house. It was really nice (big) house with bunch of food. Mr. Ambassador and all the embassy staffs are really nice and very welcome to greet us.
After little opening speech, he sliced the turkey as a sign for us to start the dinner that located on his dining room. We were all very excited with the turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and etc.
After the dinner, Mr. Ambassador and all his staffs were mingling so they could chat with all of us. This is why i love Americans, very appreciative, and very warm, warmer than Indonesian itself sometimes.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Nature is showing no mercy for the Southeast Asian nation of Indonesia this week. Coming to grips with the eruption of its most volatile volcano, Indonesia must now contend with an earthquake and tsunami that has battered its isolated Mentawai Islands region. At least 311 people have been killed in the magnitude-7.7 earthquake according to the head of West Sumatra's disaster management agency Wednesday. Another 410 people are still missing.
Those disasters came as a result of what we have done. Cutting trees and ignoring what we're not supposed to ignore. Don't we realize it leads toward something? the end of the earth. The mother earth is tired. Tired to hold on everything. Flood in Wasior has killed hundreds people. Why is that happen? That's because of cutting trees everywhere so the soil couldn't hold the water. But people just don't care. They give the empathy, but keep cutting the trees.
Maybe some of us think, ok it's not me that died, but don't they realize that the die comes after them?
My friends, my family, and people who i don't know. If you do care, if you do wanna save the earth, or if you do wanna save yourself, please, stop cutting trees. All the disasters that happen are only a small part of what we might heading forward. We're alive now but it can't guarantee that we're gonna alive forever. At least please save other people and our children.
Stop cutting trees, stop wasting water, stop wasting energy by turning off your electricity when you don't really use them (especially air conditioner), and use public transportation instead of driving your own car by yourself. Small things, but big deal to save the ear
One tree for one live
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
What makes different? education? economical life? ethnic? face? parents?Many people asked about my life. They thought that my parents earn a good money so i can be like this. But basically, people know nothing.
i grew up in a normal family, not rich, just grateful of what we have. When i was in elementary kids, my parents were a small medicine seller. We dont have much. My mom was a lecturer but she stopped and start to be a merchant, like a Minang suppose to be.lol. I went to regular school near by my house. Until 6th grade, i wanted to have a Smart Book (buku pintar). But i don't have money to buy it, nor my parents. Well they have money but they just have to reconsider everything in order to buy something cause there might be something else more important than a that book to buy. All my friends have the book, i don't. But i don't wanna ask my parents either. Cause i know what their condition were like. So i just borrowed my friend's book and start reading it.Then it continued till i my junior high. Things are getting better with our economy. My parents started to have the 2nd (small) store in different place. For a merchant, it's good cause you'll have a second 'money' from other place. But for merchant, the money is not like when you work to a company. But it's like when you're having a business. You gotta pay for check, credits, and other stuff that you have to sell back at the end. So it's basically a 'circle' money. You still have to manage everything so you wont get broke.
On junior high, i was a kinda nerd girl who didn't have a lot friends. To be honest, i sometimes got jealous with them. They could go shopping, went to the mall, watched movies whenever they like. I was actually tried to be fitted in by been someone else, which at the end, it didn't work. I started to be fake. Pretend that i had money and could buy anything. It's a shame, i know. But it was me, a 13 years old girl who tried to fit in girls click.Going to high school, it was pretty good. i started to realize that there's no use of being someone else that we don't wanted to. i started to being just myself. i wasn't smart. My family economy was settled. we're not rich, but we had enough. Being with my family makes me realize that i have to understand about the situation. Be grateful of what i have and stop pretending to be anything. it teaches me, if i wanna get something, then i have to try to get it with my own efforts. i knew my parents worked really hard to make my brother and i feel enough. For me, i don't like to ask money for my parents. I would worked if i could, but i was thinking, what can i do in this 15 years old age?
When i got back to Indonesia, everything's changed. My life changed. i became more mature and i think that i could make change. I worked as a English private teacher when i was in 3rd grade Senior High School. And Alhamdulillah i got a full scholarship again in University when i am in now and working as a course consultant in English First Pejaten.
What i want to tell you is not a story about my life. But i want to tell you that we can do everything that we wanna do. I went to a Pesantren in Pondok Cabe for doing some community service. I talked with the kids in there and they said,
"Kak, you're so lucky for being you. Look at us, we're poor, we cant do much things like you did. We don't have that much money to do that"Sometimes i think that people poor because they just don't have money to pay education. But in fact, it's not true. Yes we do need some money to go to school in order to have a high education. But if the person do have a willingness to be in the school and to be success, it will all come towards the goal. There are so many people in our country becoming poor because they think so. they think they can't do much because of the excuses that they create by themselves. Those excuses are just going to create boundaries in life. It will stop you from getting your dreams.
Then i said, "Dek, don't try to find any kind of excuses. The excuses that you just said were created because you think so. I have a friend, his mother is a tukang pecel keliling which just earned a small amount of money, it's not enough to feed him and his sisters and brothers. Because of his efforts and his brain, he got scholarship to USA with me and now he became the smartest student in his college and got another scholarship for that"Mingling with Pesantren kids :')
Any people with any kind of economy, ethnics, and education will get their dream if they stop to make excuses in life. I believe there's nothing we can't do (except God's will).
Pray and effort will do some much in this life.
Stop whining, stop making excuses, start working and do the best we can do while we can. If we combine those things, it will create a huge thing that coming up next in our life. We'll see.
I start on nothing, running everything. If i can, i'm sure you can too :)
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Today, it's been nine years since the tragedy happened. The place is now called Ground Zero.
Many Americans think that the Moslem are the terrorists. Moslem did that. That thought reminds me of my exchange year on 2007-2008. When i was trying to do some presentations about Indonesia and Islam. I remember there was a friend who asked me, "Ghina, you are a moslem, are you a terrorist??" That was the strangest question i've ever heard in my life, besides people were asking why i knew Eminem, Rihanna, and Hollywood actors, simply because they thought that Indonesian don't watch TV and MTV (-. -")a. The question about terrorist wasn't like a joking question. It was a serious question. Here are the conversation..
Me: I can't eat pork and Ham because i am Moslem.Yea. that was basically my conversation with my friend. Stereotype. That's the big word. Maybe some of us don't realize when we say, "Americans are fat." or "Padang itu pelit". Small things aren't they? But it becomes big thing when we say about big thing as in my conversation above.
D : What?! You are a Moslem??
Me: Yea.. Why?
D : OMG, so are you a terrorist?
D : Isn't your religion taught you to kill people and hit people?
Me: D, Logically, If i am a terrorist, you must be dead by now. But you're alive! So you still think that i am a terrorist afterwards?
D : Umm, no.. But That's what i heard and what i see. Moslems do that..
Me: Here's the thing. I know it's not easy to believe. But i just want you to know
and i hope you will understand and let you friends know this. Islam itself
literally means "Peace". There is no religion in this world teach their people to
kill the others. In my life, i've never been taught by anyone or anything to kill
people. So do you. In the terrorist-bombing-things, those people are just using
Moslems name as a thing to be blamed. If we remember the tragedy in Georgia
(if i'm not mistaken), was done by Christians. KKK's are Catholics/Christians.
Is it fair if we also say that those people are taught by their religion to kill other
My question will be, Why people can think that Moslem are terrorists? the reason is simple. Because we show them that we are. Yeah, some of you will screw around, but it's true.. Let's see what 'a community' in our country does. Radical demonstration, destroying churches, hitting people, yes, that's what they (we) showed them.
I never blame American for hating Moslem. i don't blame Moslem either. But it simply because the Americans don't know what Islam is. They just know bad things that they see. Same with us. We only see bad things that come up in front of TV without buffer it first right? Now, why don't we just show them that Islam is full of peace? Islam is the best thing in the world. Show them what we've been taught since we were kid. Show them that we, as Moslem never kill people without any reason. Show them!
Somehow i think Americans are more open-minded than some Indonesians. But it simply because some of Indonesians are just don't know either. If i can do one thing for this world, i would switch Americans to live in Indonesia and Indonesians live in America for just a month. And we'll see how it turns. I wanna see that 'radical community' in Indonesia to live in America as a Moslem major and see how it ends. I wish i could tell them how it feels to a minority as a Moslem in America. I wish i could show them how hard it is to live on people's thought about terrorist. I wish.
Friday, September 10, 2010
He sent me these words and a story about "parkit" and sangkarnya. I know, he knows who's the parkit and sangkarnya.
Sang sangkar dulu memiliki seekor burung parkit di dalamnya.
Namun sekarang sang sangkar kebingungan mencari kemana burung parkit yg dahulu ada di dalamnya.
dia pikir burung parkit tersebut telah kabur mencari sangkar lain yg lebih megah daripada sangkar ini.
Sang sangkar sedih dan memutuskan untuk terus menanti sang parkit sampai dia kembali.
Walaupun pada akhirnya jika sang parkit tidak akan kembali lagi, sang sangkar tetap akan menunggu dan menunggu hingga waktu sendiri yang akan mengikis tempatnya.
Begitulah pengakuan sang sangkar.
Namun ia sebenarnya tidak sadar.. mengapa parkit kesayangannya tiba-tiba menghilang.
Ia tidak tahu, bahwa sebenarnya burung parkit yang paling dicintainya itu telah mati, dibunuh oleh dirinya sendiri.
Sang parkit tidak pernah meninggalkan sangkar yang teramat dicintainya itu.
Walaupun sang sangkar terus menghimpitnya sedemikian hebatnya.. namun tak sedikitpun ada niat dari sang parkit untuk meninggalkan sang sangkar.. apalagi untuk mencari sangkar baru yang lebih megah..
"aku sudah teramat mencintai sangkar ini. walaupun nafasku sudah sesak, aku tidak akan meninggalkannya", pikirnya.
Namun sang sangkar bahkan tidak pernah menggubris dan memperdulikan apa yang diutarakan sang parkit.
Ia terlalu sibuk mengatur peraturan untuk sang parkit.
Sang parkit tidak memperdulikan suara hatinya sendiri. dia tetap akan menaati peraturan tersebut.
Sudah berulang kali sang sangkar bahkan pernah mengusir paksa sang parkit.
Sehelai kain yang tadinya diberikan untuk melindungi sang parkit dari kedinginan pun dimintanya dengan paksa.
"Kau sudah tidak pantas lagi memakainya!", sumpah sang sangkar.
Sang parkit dengan menangis memohon kepada sang sangkar agar tidak mengusirnya. Sudah bertahun-tahun aku di dalam sangkar mu, pintanya.
Namun sang sangkar tidak mendengar melainkan terus menghimpit sang parkit yang tadinya sudah sakit,
Hingga akhirnya meninggal di dalam sangkar yang paling dicintainya itu..
Sangkar pun masih tidak sadar bahwa sang parkit terus telah mati.
Dia baru sadar setelah tubuh sang parkit yang telah kurus lunglai dibawa angin entah kemana.
Hanya meninggalkan sehelai bulu putih bekas pesakitannya.
Penyesalan akhirnya menimpa sang sangkar.
Namun ia tetap tidak sadar, bahwa ia lah yang telah membunuh sang parkit..
Sang parkit sekarang hanya bisa melihat dari balik awan..
Menangisi penyesalan yang dirasakan sang sangkar..
yang secara tak langsung suka menyakiti sang parkit dengan melihat sangkar yang amat dicintainya dahulu, meratapi kepergian sang parkit, tanpa tau kesalahannya..
That wasn't the message that he gave me. at the beginning it was. But i wrote the rest of it.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
I'm tired of it.
I know i've been lied to people a lot. But for this one, i've never lied to him.
i was untrusted by the one that i love before. And it hurts. Eventhough i know, i did lie.
But for this one, i never lie.
i was expecting him to trust me.
Yes i know he's everything that i wanted.
but for this trust thing, why cant he trust me as well as i trust him?
he lied to me, several times. But i always trust him eventually.
But for me? i never lie..
Why cant he trust me?
Yes, life is unfair.
And this tears is created to perceive that.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Is there a long-last-love even exist ?
What i want know, is finding the right one.
I'm sure, God knows who.
All my pray is, "God, please make me close by someone i love and who meant to be with me. Please.. If he's not the one, make me perceive it in the best way.."
But, If love was supposed to be the best thing in the world why does it hurt so much?
But despite that, The Oranje and The Matador had given a fascinating match last night. I personally supported Spain for a very beautiful-but messy-game last night. It was little bit disappointing of their game, but they won eventually. On the other hand, The Dutch gave a very strong fight last night. They seemed play cleaner than the Spanish. The tackles, passing, shooting, there were very nice, but apparently, they lost.
Was Paul the Octopus that gave a 'vision' that said Spain was gonna win the match. And it was true! He becomes an icon of 'mystic'-or whatever you call it- of soccer game. I think Deddy Corbuzier and (Almh) Mama Lauren got their ass beaten by an octopus. hah!
David Villa (7)
Cesc Fabregas (my favorite. 10)
The "Man of the Match!!! Casillas (1)
adidas Golden Ball --> Diego FORLAN
adidas Golden Boot --> Thomas Mueller
adidas Golden Glove --> Iker CASILLAS
Best Young Player Award --> Thomas MUELLER
Last Man of the Match --> Andres INIESTA
CONGRATULATIONS SPAIN !!!!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
actually my friend, adry remind me of blogging just an hour ago and that hits me and made me think, "hey! how's my blog anyway?" And then i start to open this website and was shocked by the password security that kept prevent me from logging in. "Oh crap!", i thought. And then i started to think to send blogspot an email, and waited for their email back. After long waiting, finally i could open my blog and started editing the design-which is outdated- to be updated. Surprised by the last time i wrote a post was October 2008. W-o-w. it was like almost 2 years ago.
Two years, quite long time ago,eh? 2 years ago i was an 18 years old girl. And now i'm like almost-20 year old-girl, which is i always regret. Oh well, lots of things happened too. I was actually no close of being a kinda extrovert by posting and publish my own life here, in Internet. But it happens anyway.
Privacy is no longer a word during these days. By the existence of twitter, facebook, MySpace, and several networking sites, privacy is no more than a word. Everyone wishes to tell story about their life, with me no exception. The post that i've made several years ago when i was an exchange student in USA shows that i wanted everyone to read my story. Yes, maybe i'm kinda lil bit extrovert, but nothing wrong with it,no?
As what i said, tons of things happened. Friends, School, house, boyfriend.. Well,lets not talk about boyfriend. hah!
I found more about life in these past 2 years. thousands things changed, including me. I believe everybody changed every second in their lives. But then it depends on people around them who can accept them, or not.
I've experienced several things that can prove people can't accept people changes. My old-love is the improvement. We broke up (idk how many times and when exactly). It hurts a lot, even until now. after 4 years long journey with tons of sweet and bitter memories, we finally ended in not a proper way. But i believe, both of us still have our own spot in our hearts that can not be replaced. It's our first love for God's sake! It's time to covering up everything. No time to forget, at least that's what i think.
forget is not a right thing to do, the right thing to do is live with it without considering it back.
I love him, he loves me. At least that's what i think and i'm quite sure about it.
I believe, no matter how hard our love is, if Allah already decided that we're gonna be together, then we'll be together, God knows when.
I never regret that i want him as my future, but i wont push it anymore. Just let it go.
Right now, i'm waiting for someone who loves me with heart.. i hope he's someone up there. I hope.