Happy love day!

Kay, I am sorry for abandoning my blog for like a month. My last block which was about digestive system was pretty much hectic. I had labs almost every day and the materials were quite a bunch. So basically, I didn't have spare time to pour out things that have been happening within the whole Jan. I got an just-okay mark for the exam. I promise myself that I am to do better for the upcoming blocks.

Guess what? I am typing this post at home! Yes, I AM FINALLY HOMED!! I think I've written about coming home at Feb 11, haven't I? It has been 4 days since my arrival. I've eaten a lot of my cravings : lupis, serabi, sate padang, heng hwa mee, sangwo.. No wonder I feel like a glob of fats are accumulating in my stomach. ha ha ha. I don't care, though. It's not like I can eat that much once I am back to Jogjakarta and moreover, I don't think I can find such scrumptious foods there. I still got bunches of to-do-list and foods-to-eat that haven't been completed. I terribly hope that I can finish them in 7 days. I'll be leaving on Feb 22.

Meeting Dad and Mom after approximately 6 months and 3 months, respectively, feels so great to me. I've been missing them everyday and to finally seeing them really makes me feel beyond happy. To sleep on my own bed, to kiss Mom and Dad every night, to joke around with Ko, to make chocolate together with Vi.... I feel so very blessed. And oh, I've met Jun eventually. She doesn't change much but she has now got a lot of new friends who I don't recognize... But no problem, she's still my old best friend anyway. tee-hee.

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Perseverance.

Hi. it's an hour to Monday. I am entering the fourth week of 1.3 already tmr.  I know, time flies. I am feeling so guilty about myself currently. I feel like I've been wasting so much time. I seriously need to buck up or else, one of my 2012's resolutions which is bring 3 'A's home in the first semester will be a failure. I really need to force myself, no more slacking, please.

That's all. Will write again in no time!

2012

Happy (belated) New Year! I know I am so freaking late as it's already the seventh day of January'12. See how rapidly time flies? So, how well 2012 has treated you so far?

Last week, which was the last day of Dec, I went to Candi Borobudur, Candi Prambanan, Candi Mendut with F, Y and T, a friend of F, who came from Medan. We rented a car for the whole day and paid a driver to take us anywhere we wished to go. We first went to Borobudur. I felt so happy you know. Since it has been my fourth months staying here, but I've never went to one of the world's heritage in Jogja before that. We made it going up to the highest level and I put my hands into the so-called stupa to reach the Buddha's hand. After that, we went to Candi Mendut. We didn't really go inside and paid tickets, actually. Mendut is quite small that we decided to just take photos from the outside. Next after staying inside the car for like 3 hours, we arrived at Prambanan. I was infatuated by the exquisite temples there. They're so beautiful.

Our trip to three Candi(s) finished at about 6 pm, then, three of them asked the driver to bring us to a firework's grocery seller. And so they bought a lot of fireworks. Initially, I wasn't thinking about joining them to play those fireworks. However, Idk what came to my mind that I decided to spend my old-and-new with them. I chose the right decision, I can say.

Before the clock strikes 00 00 AM, four of us shared whatever good and bad things that have happened within the whole 2011. We also spitted out our hopes and wishes in 2012. I cried! When 01 Jan has finally come, I called Mom and Dad and I cried even more. I realized I miss them so much. We played till about 3 AM and shortly after that, I was brought to my boarding home and thus, my beginning of 2012 was a great and memorable time.

Guess what?! I am seriously going home on 11 FEB!!!!!!!!! Can't wait. But I should do extremely well in this block if I don't want to have any make up tests during my holiday. Buddha bless me.

That's all!

One point three.

Halo. How are days? I am currently having coffee latte with both F and Y. I've had my 1.2 block examination about the cardio-respiratory system. I did quite well within the whole seven weeks. All of my scores are quite satisfying, Thanks Buddha.

Yesterday, after the exam, three of us, wearing the same shirts, which were bought by F's mom, went to Ambarukmo Plaza. We 'caught' a lot of attentions, because I am definitely sure we looked awkward.  F and I had our haircuts. And then, they rocked Timezone and play a lot of games hysterically. They also bought a lot of ingredients to cook foods. Tell you, they're both great cooks. This afternoon, they brought their homemade hamburger and french fries and sausages for me. It tasted zupalicious!

I'll have day off till Monday, and then a much more schedule in 1.3 is waiting for me. My senior told me that this block, about digestive system, will be so monotonous that I'm to memorize a lot of things. *sigh* But guess what, I'm planning to go home when the block's over, which's on Feb. So basically, I've something which can motivate me to study even harder.

That's all.

This is Lydia, she's quite a close friend :)

These are their shopping bags! Mine's just one of those.

Nah, this is us.

Lunch, cooked by two of them!

Pho.

By the time I type this post, Pho has passed away for four days. Both Mom and Dad sent me messages and.... I was speechless. It was unbelievable. I know Pho's diseases have come to an end stage, that she's totally dependent on medicine, and that her life wouldn't left much. HOWEVER, I thought that I can still meet Pho next year, when I go home. I can still share what I've learnt, I can do some basic examinations on her, and take care of her. I can still tell her about how I wanna go home badly, yet powerless. About how I should manage myself, without Mom reminding me of this and that, the feeling of staying faraway from home.......

You know what? The last time I met Pho was three months ago, before I came here. That time, Pho's already lain on the bed everyday. But she still recognized me and told me to take care and advised me.. The very last brief conversation between us was three days before her death, which was on Friday morning. She could talk so cheerfully despite her ailments, she shouted Jia You, and asked me to eat properly..... JUST IF, I knew that would be our last conversation....... I'd say how badly I want her to get well soon and how I wish I can meet her...

Now, Pho's no longer here...

There's no way I could go home to attend her funeral, and I felt even worse... Once I go home later, I will be the grandma-less girl :(

Dear Pho, you may not be with us physically, but trust me. You will stay in everyone's heart forever. You are my best Pho ever.

We love you. 

I swear, one day, I shall make you proud.

Sunday sickness

Hi. It's December. Time sure flies, no? By today, I've stayed here for exactly three months. It feels like I was still so busy and overwhelmed about preparing myself to leave for Jogja a moment ago, yet now, time has brought me till here :  a medical student of one of the most prestigious university in Indonesia for one fourth year.

Days are hectic, I can say. I sleep for about 4 to 5 hours each day. Most of the time I only have two meals. I go to campus early, attend lectures, labs, tutorials, and etc, and then come back to my boarding house. I know it sounds boring to just off for campus and go home right afterwards. It's not like I can do many more things, though. The only road I know best after three months staying here is the one I go through every day from boarding house to campus.

Some days ago, Mom told me that Pho was unconscious. She has been hospitalized for about two weeks. She didn't eat much. Doctors said that her medicine is the only thing that makes her breath. All of her children, including Mom, have prepared themselves for the worst. They then decided to bring her home, as if something does really happen, they think she'll prefer it to be at home. And so Pho was homed. Then two days ago, I received a call from Mom early in the morning.
"Here's Pho. You go chit chat with her, tell her to Jia You, vanie." And so, I tried to sound as zealous as possible and talked to Pho. Because frankly, hearing Pho's conditions from Mom made me feel like the 'time' will come soon. But beyond my belief, once I talked to Pho, I could hear her answering me with her old enthusiast voice. She could talk and even told me to take care here. It's such a miracle Buddha gives to our family. I feel so grateful to hear Pho conscious and fresh again. Though at last, when Mom asked her : "Do you know whom you're talking with?" Our conversation turned into a complete silence, which means Pho doesn't recognize me.

It felt like I've just been slapped.

I feel eminently sad. I feel like going home and visit Pho and tell her to stay strong directly. However, I am powerless here. All I can do is to wait for next year's July to go home in hope I can still see her. I terribly hope I can.

I feel the homesickness even worse every Sunday, like today. I cried again. I know it sounds silly. Been in here for three months yet still shed tears. Ha-ha.  I dislike Sunday because I basically have nothing to do at all, means I am totally unoccupied, and that makes my mind think of home even more. Mom. Dad. Ko. Vi. Pho. Everyone.  I tried to busy myself by reading books or reviewing lectures, but it's just useless. I tried to interrupt my mind by playing games, yet failed. Again, I am powerless.

Thus, I call it Sunday Sickness.

BUDDHA BLESS Pho Pho :(

My everything.

Just had a video call through facebook chat with Jun. I am so glad to finally saw her.
Know what? Today's Mom's birthday. I am so faraway that I can't kiss and hug her tightly, I am so sad. But then, this afternoon, I went to a post office to send a super simple letter plus one picture of us. It'll arrived four to five days later, but it's okay, that'll surprise Mom more. All I can do now is to give the best wishes for Mom.

Happy birthday, Mom. 

Vanie love Mom. 

我非常想念妈咪。

17th on 17.

Hi. So, I'm turning 17 today. This is the first birthday I spent without families around. It feels empty, of course. But on the other hand, I'm so grateful to be here, Jogjakarta. 

Imagine, if I didn't come here, I will have those warm hugs and kisses from Mom, Dad, Vi, and Ko. They'll probably buy me cake and wake me up from my dream early in the morning and sing a happy birthday song. We'll eat cakes and will take photos together. We'll eat the cakes while watching morning news in the living room. That'll be a great beginning of my seventeenth, a great family quality time.

Imagine, if I didn't come here, I will then hang out with my best friend, Imelda. We will eat giant portions of foods and will go window-shopping together. I'll (or she will) drive to everywhere I wish to go and she's always there to accompany me for the whole day. She will give me her best hug, too.

Imagine, if I didn't come here, I will maybe have a date with him. Since the reason of us ending was me going faraway, it means that if I am not here, we (probably) are still together.

Imagine, if I didn't come here, Mom will throw a birthday party for me at a nice restaurant, inviting my close friends and families. Hence, my day will be perfect.

However, the fact is that I am now here, miles away from home, things are pretty much going differently. What happened today was ..

Instead of getting kisses and hugs from Dad and Mom, I received happy birthday messages from both of them consisting great wishes, supports, and a 'I love you'.

Instead of being bullied by Ko and Vi, I had wishes and a kiss smiley from them sent through BBM.

Instead of hanging out with Imelda, eating gargantuan lunch, I received a super touching message right after 

the time show 00 : 00 AM. I cried when reading her text, fyi.

Instead of dating with him, I received a very simple and short BBM and a smile emoticon.

Instead of having party with my close friends, I got a bunch of greetings and wishes sent through twitter and facebook.

All of them sound pathetic, don’t they? But I am not done. Below, I'll state reasons why I can say that until today, my days are such a blessing for me.

IF, I am not here, I won't get friends who come from many cities in Indonesia. I won't meet Y and be close friends with him and F. I won't meet super kind Buddhist seniors, whether those who come from Medan or other cities. I won't meet Ko B or Ci L, who are my favorites. I won't have the chance to see cadavers so early and to hit highest score in the first anatomy exam. I won't understand the feeling of living so faraway from home, about how to manage my time and money, about waking up and find no one around you, about having no one to share directly with when problems emerge... And most importantly, I won't understand this much about how huge Mom's affection is. I am so grateful.

Imelda was the first person sending me a happy birthday message, followed by Dad and then bunches of greetings were sent to me through BBM and twitter. Mom messaged me right after she woke up and so Ko and Vi. While in the campus, everything went normally : physiology lab session, lectures, tutorials, except that there were some friends who shook my hand and gave super wishes to me. At the end of today's schedule, my tutorial mates were like inhibiting me from going home as they planned to throw me into the pool in campus' garden. However, I kept on telling them that it wouldn't be nice to bike with wet shirts. And so they gave up in the first place, pretending to go home and left me alone. Surprisingly, when I thought all of them have gone and so calmly went out from the library, they appeared out of nowhere and shampooed me!! I shouted and tried to avoid them. It useless, though. I was being surrounded by them. My hair was foamy and sticky at the same time. After that, they just ran away... The so-embarrassing  part is I have to walk alone with my sticky hair to the bike parking-lot which is like from north-to-west from the library. But overall, I'm so happy. I've never experienced such thing and it just feels so great.

After I'm homed, I immediately texted mom and told her what my friends did. Mom called and shouted happy birthday. And then I just shared whatever happened today. Mom asked whether F and Y have done something to me, too. I disappointedly answered that they haven’t even said happy birthday to me. Mom said that maybe they have made a surprise for me, which’s true.

An hour after Mom’s call ended, Y asked me whether I wanted to have dinner with them. I agreed, since they have been so weird for the whole day. I wanted to asked them if there’s something wrong. Y told me that they’re coming to fetch me. When they arrived, I only saw Y. After I’ve opened the front gate, Y said hello and F suddenly came from Y’s back  with a cake. They sang happy birthday song and I cried ! I was so surprised. OMG. I can’t explain it with words. It feels so wow to have people celebrating your birthday when you're so faraway from home. They are just the best boy friends I’ve ever met and I’m so lucky to have them.  I hugged both of them and said thank you afterwards. They’re like my brothers.

Thus, I can conclude that my seventeenth birthday is eminently great. 

Thanks Buddha. Thanks Mom and Dad, thanks everyone around me. I can’t tell how important you guys are to me. 

Love, 

the seventeen y'o girl.

Lightning.

The title of this post is random since it's raining so heavily outside. I used to complain about the hot weather in Jogja that there wasn't even a raindrop since my first visit here. But lately, the weather is cool or if not, drizzling in the evening. I don't know if I should be happy because raining, just like hot weather, troubles me when I'm about to off from campus. One, it won't be convenient for me to use umbrella or to wear raincoat while cycling (though I have never tried). Two, cycling under the blazing sun burns my skin. The fact that I'm getting tanner is somewhat stressing me out you know :(  Cycling sounds so pathetic, no? Up until now, there are still people who tend to say like : "Just if you stay at your hometown, you would have driven a car." However, trust me, I have never complained about cycling, it is always the weather that I'm complaining about. Cycling is a part of my everyday activities now. I bike to campus, food courts, mini markets, and etc. My bicycle is my 'feet'. Beside eases me whenever I'm going anywhere, cycling will also give good effects to my health, won't it? So, I can conclude that using biking is not as bad as what people think.

Well, Mom and Vi have left some days ago. I cried, so did Mom. But unlike the first time, I didn't feel very mournful no more. It's probably because I am used to leaving alone now. I wake up at 5 AM every morning despite the fact that my class starts at 10. I go to campus at 6+ AM after showering and sometimes after cooking my own breakfast (most are instant noodles) . Right, you may say I'm so crazy to go that early. Fact is, I like it better spending my time at campus since it has wireless connection everywhere. My telkom flash hasn't been working for weeks now. It's so annoying! Ok, back to the topic. My schedules are not similar each day. I can have only a one-hour-lecture/day or lab in the morning followed by lectures and tutorials till evening. No matter how packed or spare my schedules are, I always spend my free hours in campus, especially the library. Don't misunderstand, I am not the geeky/nerdy you're imagining. I just think it's more beneficial for me to be here all day long. First, I can have free internet connection. Second, I can read whatever books I want. Last, comparing to my room, it's much cooler here.

Today is the third day of week 7. The seventh week here means examination period. I've had my MCQ test this morning. It's a wreck, seriously. Although my friends have told me that I've done good enough, it's still not sufficient for me. I feel like I'm not hardworking enough. I vow I will do better this Friday. Later, our presentation skill will be tested. I'm preparing my power point while typing this. There will be oral examination too. I am to score BETTERRRRRRRRRR. Wish me luck !

Anyway, it's beyond my expectation that I can get the highest mark in the first anatomy examination among 309 students. I'm so grateful.

First Day @ Ambarukmo Plaza

See the house at the very right side of the picture? It's my boarding house.

Last Day. Dinner at Hoka-hoka Bento.

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