30

Years.
30 Years.
Looks like a hell long piece of time.

But that space, that gigantic time, is actually... Nothing. When the distance of change that engulf people and transform them through that fvcking 30 years is just ignored... You see 30 years is nothing.

What kind of show are you doing, kid. You're not even 30 years old yet.

Oh yes, I'm not even 20 yet.
But I just saw that today.

Lets say we have a couple of agenda today, and then both my mom and Dad just decided to join a "lunch meeting" with some of their university friends.
Friends that they've known for 30 years.

The Lunch itself is nothing of formal form - just met at the Kaki Lima carts just by their old University building. (Singaporeans would call it Hawkers - or for those who dont know it... its typical Asian food sellers on the streets, selling through their carts, and we Indonesians call it so because of their carts that have "Five Feet" or "Kaki Lima" because it's mainly supported by one wheel, two wooden "legs" of the cart, and the legs of the vendor himself, navigating slowly and carefully the small streets of Jakarta)

One of the sellers even, is still the original seller that have sold drinks since 30 years ago too. Though the others have changed.
Their University building itself, remained intact, although now it is used for different purpose.

And even the lunch itself, have no notice far in advance. The idea just popped out maybe since 2-3 days.

Why the hell are you even there?
For free food, of course :) and oh yeah, I miss Pak Min's coconut drink for more than one year, I must have a toast with that again.

And besides free food, I got a free view of what a small University reunion looks like.
When the old people looked young, and as stupid and crazy as 30 years ago.

Bah, thats nothing. it have no significance.
But.... wait! Some other notifications from my phone...

Ah these gendeng (crazy) kids again...
"Anyone in their Kos-kosan (flat) have an Air Conditioner?"
"I have"
"Me too"
"Me dont"
"Ah good Im not alone"
"Shit its hot here"
"Yea I know"
Good they're not talking about that "Hot"! or posting girls' photos again! I am eating right by my mom *oh shit now u all know*

Or some in other application
"Kos-kosan life... Fvcking Internet Connection - miss home WiFi"

Or some pics from someone who have to go somewhere far.
Yes.
these are the days where one by one my friends are leaving their families.
Life starts. Being a child ends. Say hi to University life.
Im not, stepping in those same road at the moment.
But morally I am struggling with that "Loneliness" too.

Oh boy, you are still living at the house you've been raised!
I know.
But I am working now. Unlike the others.
That same feeling that you are now alone on the pavement of life -
They feel alone since now they are far from home.
I feel alone since there is no one else who is doing a similar thing.

Ah, that makes ur head a little fuzzy.

We start the long walk of life. On our own's. Each with their unique challenges.
Each will face their destinies. Life-changing.
Each will become someone different in the upcoming years.

But will we still laugh with the same jokes...
...in 30 years?

Ngulon!

Ngulon.
Going to the West (again)

Looks like an epic movie of an old American cowboy setting, or maybe, for Chinese people, and Asians, that epic story about Sun Go Kong (the monkey king!) who accompany a Priest to search the holy Buddhist script in India *PS Dont forget Pat Kai the Pig!

Ah so old-school. Lets go to Indonesia. Now.
You dont meet that word so often in the media.
They describe it as this...
"Counter Flow of Lebaran Mudik"

What is Lebaran? An Islamic Holy day, more known as Eid Al-Fitr in other Moslem countries. But we t, as usual, as fvcking creative as we always had been since the beginning of time (both in good and sarcastic ways), just made lots of new traditions on this. (Oh, fundamentalists, dont kill me for this writing please :) )
The hell is Mudik? A yearly tradition around Lebaran times, where people from big cities come back to visit their big family. And when I say people from big cities, I mean, yes, NEARLY EVERYONE, comes back to the "homeland". Just to gather with the family, again.

Well wait, that sounds like Christmas.
Nah, this is even bigger than Christmas. We say big family, it is BIG family.
Including those who still have the same great-great-grandfather/mother than you.

And just to picture. How crazy Mudik is. Lets say about 20 Million people going out from big cities all over Indonesia back to the villages. 10% of the population of Indonesia.
Imagine the crowd. The craziness in the streets. Even though some of us take the train, aeroplane or ferries, stilll, roads have it the most.
 My family (of three!) is just one of them. (Dont forget those families of 8-10 people, those who have 5 or more kids!)
Minuscule.
Dwarfish.
Chaotic.
The madness of both people streaming out from the cities to the villages.
And... BACK.

Oh yes, you may have guessed it
FYI I just returned home, after an exhausting 16 hours on the car...
Only for a 500 kilometre stretch. While normally may take only 8-10 hours.

Thats simply 'cause...
Holiday's over, folks! Back to reality.
Back to the West.

Like my Grandfather says.
Ngulon.

And with reality too....
Means time to write again.
And upload some pics again.

Be excited for it folks :)
Good night!

English? Inggris!

Oh yeah. Woah. The Java Man started up a blog in ENGLISH!
Why the fvck do I even care to write in... English.

The International Language of the World!
The Language people speak all over! 
        *Neplati v Kontinenstkym Evrope, co? 
         Pas valide pour l'Europe Continental, et plus, dans la metropolitaine, bien sur! Ne parle pas English!*

And all dozens other reasons.

Ah, who gives a hell care about it - but writing in English, DO, make more people understand and see what you write, what you think, what you feel.
Reach your Audience! Product Development! *oh come on, you're not even studying marketing yet*

So, what do you write, Mr. Muhammad Arkandiptyo?
Oh, just stuffs I think, stuffs I feel, I did, places I travelled, and some pictures if I am quite lucky with the weather :)
You see, just like this post, this is such a messy unstructured writing, it doesnt even tell a story... Hell yeah, I dont even filter any word coming out, just write it down (NO! You TYPED it, bro! ah ok)

Interesting, so then, You think your writings are... Good?
Hmm, not really. I do know people who hate this type of writing. But wait! Now feel it yourself, are you right now imagining this conversation happening inside your mind, right with my voice sounding these sentences (for those who know me)?
If yes, welcome to the club :) Enjoy this blog.
I want to give you an impression of whats going on in my head, in my heart.
Nah, even more, let me take you INTO IT.
Gonna be a thrilling ride. (y)

Someone who wants to take the reader into their world, usually a good motive. But it could be bad and manipulative too.
Me? Manipulative? Come on.
I remember a few months ago back when I was in the blue continent, I just liked to "tell a story" over Path (another social media app, watch out, REALLY CROWDED BY INDONESIANS! Although its not an Indonesian product!), through some photos, and, hell yeah, I received messages ever since.
Some are not so important.
"Soooo envy of you!"
"Aaaa I want to go there!"
"Hey you always travelling, when do you study? We are breaking our bones here!" *oh dude, now you know my time has come since I returned back here*

But some... MOVES you.
"You know what, I just read this book, 99 Cahaya di Langit Eropa (99 Lights on European Skies)... Tells a lot about Muslims in Europe? You met any historical things there? I heard you visited the Mosque in Paris, tell me..."
"I liked the way you travel! But you havent travelled this country, havent you? I will just beat you on this one!"
"Just wait bro, as soon as all these tests are over - the sky is the limit, the road is my friend. I damn want to travel now"

That feeling...
When what you did, what you told,
Makes other people moved, inspired.
It moves you a whole lot. and I mean A LOT.

And yeah, this blog, this, one effort to write in English...
Is just an extension, of this hope, that I can just touch more other people.

Whoever (s)he is that read it.
Whatever it is from this blog (s)he is reading.
Whatever lesson it is (s)he takes from it.

Lets say, its an attempt to spread happiness everywhere even more.
High five.
Enjoy this blog, bro.
A blog in INGGRIS.
Oh no, in ENGLISH!