A different story takes place at the same time.
Not a, but all.
Not story, but stories.
2011. I decided to go on a journey to a new place, Yogyakarta.
Having a study in a completely different place is not common for some people, including me. 17 years, I never even once go too far from my house, my family, whenever I go to school.
2011. I chose to be brave, taking a new step in a new place, hoping that I can become more independent person in the future.
The 5-year-journey is recorded clearly in my mind. The first time I greet my friends. The first time I experience a difficulty of talking in a different language, eventhough it’s still in the same country. The first time I meet different people across various regions.
Yogyakarta. The place where I was evolved a lot to be a better person, thanks to the great environment and great people.
Yogyakarta. The place, the city where I was mesmerized by its own different charms. The people who often smiles at you, when you don’t even know them. The deep rooted cultures that makes you in awe, because every citizen keep it mantained for years. The needs for food and life supplies that makes you wondering and pondering of how cheap everything is. Last but not the least, friends, colleagues and people around me who always makes Yogyakarta the best place to stay at. Double happiness, if I may say. The internal factors of Yogyakarta itself, plus the external factors, me and my friends who were nomads; learners in a college.
2016. Been three months since I went back to my home-sweet-home. Away from Yogyakarta, everything that happened during my 5-year-journey has flashed in my mind. The meaningful mementos from that journey are recorded in pictures, videos, and other things. If I have to choose on as a representative, I won’t be able to do it. Every memento I have, is an important representative of different events that happened.
I think I know why I’m in love with Yogyakarta. Aside from the friends whom I met there, I realized something that is absent in my origin city, that is manners. Not like there is totally no manners in my origin city, it’s just so rare to find it. That’s the most likeable thing that I like; a meaningful memento I’d like to remember for forever from my journey in Yogyakarta.
Goodbye, Yogyakarta. I’ll make sure I visit you again in the future. My wishes upon you, are to stay the same, maintain the great cultures and to stay changed, to be a better and better city in terms of public services.
See you, Yogyakarta, in the distant future.
Polyglot (adj.) : able to speak or write several languages; multilingual
I remember the first time I learned this word. It was when I held my dream as an English and Japanese native speaker. Behind the story of that
dream ambition is simple, only because I loved watching anime in English subtitle. Such a simple minded person I was.
I still have this ambition, to be a polyglot. It’s not easy as I think before. Learning new languages require stability. Something that I still don’t have. Some said, to learn language, what you have to do is learn everyday, even only one word. When you said ‘later’, you know what it would end up. Procrastination. Laziness. Forgetfulness.
And when you suddenly feel energetic again, you open your book to learn some chapters or open language learning application….
*sigh* I already learned this chapter that time, but I forget it again. Do i have to start from the beginning again? When will I get the polyglot title if I am still walking in the same place?
Not trying to make people offended. I saw my reflection when writing this post (to my current self who’s a pro-procrastinator, wake up !).
The thing is, not only learning language, when we’re learning anything, if you don’t re-run through chapters or lessons in your book, materials, or whatsoever, you will meet forgetfulness.
Can I pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
It’s a lyric from Airplanes (part 2)
I really hope 2017 will be a year which I can learn English, Japanese, Korean, Russian and French, much more than what I did in 2016. Those unique alphabets and accents are the reasons why I keep my preseverance to be a polyglot.
Let’s learn more languages !
P.S: Duolingo, memrise, drops. Apps that I used a lot in the past to learn languages. It has helped me a lot.
As I sit and look up to the sky, I collect my thoughts. The giant pine trees surround me, standing soaringly through the sky, reminding me of how people around me continue to grow to be a better person.
Too often, I questioned myself whether I grow to be a better person or not. As if it isn’t enough of that question most of the time, the time where I supposed to loose my mind didn’t make me feel ease. I really adore people around me. Some of them are having their passion burning, doing something specific, achieve goals, gain confidence and trophy as bonus. Meanwhile, some of them are spending their time with hobbies or anything worth to do, dropping their sweats, growing their eyebags, wishing that every second they spend worth for their future.
Me? I am included in the latter part.
Doing things endlessly without knowing my passion is, was actually exhausting. I am really jealous of how people know their passion and do it happily.
As I was reminded but those thoughts, “Ah, if i have to compare, I am only a tiny plant whereas the others are giant trees”
After a few minutes, somehow I regain my conciousness in mind, telling something that hits me
There’s no point to compare ourselves with the others. It only brings you down and makes depression closer to you. Compare yourself today with yourself yesterday, or yourself a few months ago.
And that’s it. I talked to my friend as I continue to wander, moving from that sitting place to enjoy the view and life. I looked to the sky once again, smiling ear to ear and whispering, “Thank you”.
I enjoyed view of Pines on Imogiri, Bantul, Yogyakarta. The story I write in this post has some of my real thoughts, but at that time I sat, the thing that came to my mind is how to not be an arrogant person because I am still not, and never be good enough to be arrogant, while people around me who is good enough do not even have time to be arrogant. I changed it a bit because the story I wrote reflecting my current thoughts and portraying the photo best other than my thoughts that time.
Here is another photo I took.
Not my best photo *sigh*. I wish I can visit Yogyakarta again, some time in the future.
Hello fellas !
Finally a post after the laziness of posting in more than six months !!!!! I don’t know since when i’ve been telling myself to keep the writing habit on my-dusty-blog 😦 but what have i done so far this year? not writing much in 2016, yet 2017 will be coming in no time #cryinginthecorner
Anyway, have you ever felt so stressful and need holiday so bad?
I have. I think everyone, um, no, most people have.
This post is entirely based on my experiences on enjoying my f*ckin first time go beyond my comfort zone. Going and enjoying the breathtaking views with my college friends.
Setting : few months before graduation, on Yogyakarta
I had a discussion with my friend, to go on a holiday. She recommended to go to Lombok since she already went there 2 years ago. Well actually, she already had this talk before with my other friend and agreed to go there. She told me that more companions, the better vacation will be. That’s the motive of why she asked me to join.
I thought, “Ah it’s too far. Well from what i saw on Google (thank you for your pics anyway, dearest Google), the view at Lombok is amazing, especially the beaches. The crystal clear beaches…..ah, i want to see it. Ah, but it’s too far. Do i have money? I am not even graduated. Ah, but i really want to go there. Ah, but wait, will my parents give permission. Ah, too many ah’s………..”