November 12, 2006

Give me a break, will ya..

I've been telling some friends in Indonesia lately about my plans coming home for good soon, and guess what's the first thing they said to me?

If you're an Indonesian, you would know..

"Jangan lupa oleh-olehnya ya Dri.."

Basically they always say that they want me to bring something for them. How typical.

I guess it's just a custom to say that. Everybody always says it every time someone is going away for vacation or some kind of a trip. But wouldn't it be nicer if instead of asking them to bring you something (which can be a burden to them, specially financially), you say something like "I hope you'll have a good time" or "I hope you'll get back safely" or even "I'll miss you, come home soon.."

And when someone just got back from a trip, instead of asking them "mana oleh-olehnya?" (did you bring something for me?) you can say something like "I'm glad to see you again" or "It's good to know you made it home safely".

Imagine the awkwardness and all the excuses people have to make to explain to you why they didn't bring you anything from their trip.. Do you really want to put people in that position?

And think about this. If that person really cares for you and really have the intention to give you something, you wouldn't have to ask. I probably will bring little gifts for my close friends and family because I love them, and I care about them, and I think their special, and they deserve a little gift from me. So if anyone doesn't get anything from me.. get a clue! Hahaha!

Just kidding. But seriously, here's the thing. I am MOVING back to Jakarta. I got a lot of stuff to carry home, and I can only bring two suitcases with limited size and weight. So please, guys, give me a break okay..

performed by edria @ 1:03 PM 4 applauded

November 10, 2006

The Freedom of Shopping

I have to admit that living in the US has somehow awaken my deepest passion for fashion. Why? Simple. Size doesn't matter here. It doesn't matter if you're as skinny as those models or if you're as fat as.. obesed people (and I mean, obesed!), fashion in this country comes in all sizes.

Living in Indonesia, I have always been considered as an overweight person. I'm sorry to say this, but people sometimes can be somewhat shallow. Since my whole Indonesian environment is full of skinny (or as they would like to claim it, propotional) people, my self-esteem can be pretty low at time to time..

Then I went to Vegas. Suddenly sizes doesn't come in Small-Medium-Large concept anymore, rather it comes in numbers.. 4, 5, 6... 14, 15,.. 22, 23, 24,..

As a size-8, I gotta tell you, It feels darn good!! And those supposedly I'm-just-joking kind of comments about my weight? Never heard it here.

And so it happens. My sense of fashion has arose along with the discovery that I am not an overweight person in this country. Any style of clothes I like, it always comes in my size. Even shopping for bras is fun here! They got all different cups sizes haha.. D, double D, double F, you name it!

Unlike my previous shopping habit in Indonesia, I enjoy going to the mall or to small clothing stores to shop. In Indonesia, I hate shopping for clothes. Everytime my mom want to go to the mall, I refuse to come and just ask her to buy me some clothes that she think will look good on me. And so she always buy me clothes without me coming to the store. She have a pretty good sense of style (and size) 'cause I always end up liking all the clothes she bought me.

Why do I hate shopping in Indonesia? 'Cause the clothes that I like never comes in my size! Even Large is too small for me, yikes! No wonder more teenage girls have eating disorder nowadays.. Department Stores encourage them to! Anyhow, usually I end up shopping at the "women" department, which pretty much sell clothes for 30 years old and older women. Yeah.. Not my style. But I had to put up with it 'cause it's the only style that has my size. It sucks huh? Shopping is no fun over there!

Yup, one of the things I'm gonna miss from this country..

FASHION.

The freedom of shopping.

performed by edria @ 12:11 PM 5 applauded

November 06, 2006

little pieces of memories

So much to write, yet I have nothing in my mind right now. Let me just try to summarize all the little pieces of memories in my brain..

I started my last semester of school not long after I got back from Sierra Vista, Arizona. Overall, I guess I can say that the trip was good. The best part is I got to learn how to crochet. Nicole’s cousin, Noemi, taught me, and I’ve been crocheting like crazy ever since. It’s my new addiction haha..

By the way, if you don’t know what crochet is, it’s some kind of knitting, but instead of using two giant needles, crochet uses one needle, or rather, hook, I should say.

My school schedule this semester is pretty sweet. I have three classes only, Tuesday-Thursday, which is why so far I am able to stick with my original plan to auxiliary pioneer from August all the way through December. This month is my fourth month of auxiliary pioneering, so far so good..

I went to Louisiana and did some work for the RBC. We flew to Louisiana and did a road trip driving home to Vegas. Anyway, that’s a whole new story, I’ll tell you about it later.

Basically life is good lately. I’m just trying to enjoy my last 3 months living this so-called American dream. After that,”welcome home Edri!”

Speaking of coming home to Jakarta, I’m actually excited to come home, but I also feel disappointed in some ways because there’s so much I want to do here that I probably won’t have the chance to do it. So to minimize that disappointment, I’m making a list of the things I want to do before I go back for good. Hopefully I can check/scratch as much as I can off of that list.

Hmm, it kind of feels good to start writing on my blog again, I’ll try to do it more sometimes this week.. Well, I gotta go now. I’m meeting some friends for sushi..

Later.

performed by edria @ 9:35 AM 2 applauded

.:: the musician

edria

.:: the life

.:: the memories

.:: the shouts

.:: the friends