from a dutchman i learned

this is my 2nd coffee this day, i spent so much time in front of my laptop. i've done my assignment and now am googling for nothing, downloading so many songs and being isolated from the world.

honestly, am still too lazy to edit my singapore post. since singapore, i went to KL and Penang, which is there are more stories to tell.

but then, i miss my home so much. i mean, there's nothing more here. i've done several workshops, and i think it was good. and am start worrying about my study. if i could then i didn't want to put myself into such a pressure, but that's my real life. this one is just "a good escape"

when i was in penang, i met an old dutchman, his name is Frank, he is 61 years old and traveling. he has a house and hyundai in den haag. but then he leaves his hometown and packs his things to travel around asia.

he said to me, he has something about indonesia. his first girlfriend was indonesian, his daughter was half indonesians and he speaks bahasa.

we talked like 3hours that night, i like him, i mean, he treated me like a young woman not a child. he was a funny oldman.

then he asked me several tricky questions and compliments, like;

"Indonesia such a big country, but then can you mention popular products from Indonesia? let's compare with holland's"

"Am in love with Indonesians, not only their foods, but the way theyre thinking.."

"You know what makes Indonesians so lazy?"

"it's all about culture and mentality...."

"you are rich..."

"i feel home everytime i went back to Indonesia"

i keep talking to him, i tell my whole story about myself. like how i feel different in Indonesia. how, i have such a big dream that anyone cant see it. i complain about cultural changes in my country. and also my love life story. what a conversation.

He said to me, "nowdays, you can be whatever you want. you're not the girl whose waiting for your husband to give you money and beg him like everyday. i see you're the young independent girl of indonesia"

and i said, "yes frank, but then i also want to be a mother. not just a carrier woman who's busy and didn't have much time to take care of her childs. i want to be balance"

then he said, "it's possible. i can see that. why not? it takes big effort to be independent, and more for being balance. ure on the half way through..."

what a word!

he sees me. he appreciates my effort. and he knows how hard it is, for Indonesians. he is the one who gives compliment to our culture and friendlyness. but then i see so many Indonesians forget who we are. we can't value ourselves.

that's what i got from him, that's what i learned. no wonder dutchmans could live here for 350 years. they see what we cant see. from a dutchman i learned.

thanks Frank.

i don't know what a fate that meeting us. but then, i'll always remember you. :)