Combo

I drank my Vietnamese tea, served by my Vietnamese friend. It tasted a bit bitter in my tongue but it was soothing. We have chips as a companion but I was not into something spicy. His room, up in the 9th floor, for sure has a very nice view. Beautiful. We stood next to each other, by the window and look out side. It was dark, and this city is not that lively, so there is nothing much to see. He dreamt about escaping to the capital and I just smiled. I’m not into big city, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than being here. Well, the white sandy beach is preferably but I’ve dreamt to be here for so long, so I guess I really shouldn’t complain. I looked for the moon but he said it is on the other side of the city, so we could not see it.
Next time it will be tea and the sun. It’s a combo. A killer combination.
But then I could not think about anything. But you.

Coffee Survival

So, after 2 I closed down some tabs on my firefox. An hour ago, I had a very late evening tea with a friend from Syria. Two hours ago I tried to play some song on the piano. 6 hours ago, I was in Germany.

My windows media player is playing all the Carpenter hits and some songs from Five for Fighting. If the song is not too loud, I can hear the noise from the wind which is blowing outside. Gees, it must be crazy freezing cold out there.

I am curling under my ivory white duvet and then grabbing Doraemon by the hand. I promised my self to get some sleep after this. I prefer tea other than coffee is simply because I want to get some sleep whenever I intend to.

It is exactly what happened back in Banda Aceh. In the small city, the key of survival is how you manage to get through the weekend without the killer boredom feeling. One good thing is, Banda Aceh has this strong thick black coffee that magically puts me to sleep easily.

After the Dance

It seems that the universe stopped evolving, and we were the one who spin. After one bottle I started to join the crowd. Tajakistan guy was pushing me to the inner circle and there, I tried to move my body. Indian song was in the air, and Ganesh danced in front of me with his Nepal style. I copy cat him, and one of his friends patted me on the shoulder “You are really good.” We also had fun with Ethiopian song and Uganda music, and one of the senior ladies taught me how hard it is to do African dance. The DJ played my favorite dance hits, Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira and I could not stand still any longer. “Oh baby, when you talked like that, you make the woman go mad!” accompanied by Thai guy, my fellow from home country, Nepal girl and I don’t care about the others because I feel this adrenaline rushed in my blood. Time for latino musica, Rodrigo took me by the hand and spin me around and around and around while I did a wanna be salsa dance. It seems the world stopped moving and it was only me who was busy and contented revolving.

Life might not be the party we always want, but since we’re here, we should dance.

- Quotes I’ve read from Scrapbooks stickers.

Open Hands

Tomorrow will be full entire two weeks that I’ve been in this city. Many things happened, but still I considered days gone by quite slowly here. Other than adjusting with new climate (that’s the hardest thing for me), new system, and new people, mostly I spent times sleeping or else, cooking. Once, I came to a best friend’s room, and we were tuning to youtube and sang along with all our hearts. To our surprise, there are some of karaoke videos in youtube, so the absent of happy puppy could be eliminated a little.

I came here with in group of more than 10 persons. The number has been added up until now. That is quite a lot, in my opinion. A friend said, that I don’t have to worry about homesick. Well, why should I feel homesick, if I carry a home whenever I go? The thing is, I didn’t expect that the problem could arise between us, the people who comes from same land. Are we look alike? Or are we just a personal self with solitude mind? Do you expect your neighbor like the music you play loud everyday? Or do you adjust with the odd time his alarm clock starts ticking?

The temperature has been starting to drop, bit by bit, and I’m still wishing the sun to come out. Yeah, some might say, in your dreams, but you can not stand against my faith. Although, it is scientifically proven that autumn is making its way to this town. But hey it is me, the girl who likes to be drawn in her own thought. So, tonight, let me dream away that we will be just fine here and the temperature will be friendly for our tropical body and mind.

The key of survival is accepting the condition
- my own wise-ass wisdom

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Black and white and everything in between

I try so hard not to judge and not to see things black and white.

Because, I don’t always believe black is the bad side and white is the good side. If I stay too long in one place, then everything become either pitch black, or cleanly white. Sometimes there is something in between, but not too much.

Moving out, or in, challenge me to counter everything in my head, because then I meet various people and face lots of choices.

Does it make me see things in grey shade? Or sephia?

No, it becomes colorful.

Picnic in the Park

We're gonna have a picnic in the park.
You, and me, and all the people we love.
We're gonna have ginger ale or temulawak or anything you like.
I will walk on the sidewalk and you will hold my hand.
We're gonna stop by the ice cream parlor and taste the rum raisin flavor.
You will see a decent house and dream we are the oma opa who had the tea.
I stop by at the window of pizza restaurant and pretend we order margerita.
You stop as well, and steal a kiss.

And this is what I mean about I like to dream big.