This blog totally feels like home. To be honest, I’ve created a Tumblr account a couple of days ago, and despite how simpler than Blogspot it functions, I end up coming back here. Well, I assume it’s mainly because I’ve written most of the important events of my life since how many years it’s been. And it’s a waste to abandon it. And it’s also unfair to Blogspot which has been patiently coping with my teenage drama these whole years. Hehh, I’m sorry I’ve betrayed you, Blogspot.
So, life goes on. And I’m no longer a teenager. I still do act like one though. The difference is that, I’m currently forced to live a lifestyle of a more mature and autonomous person; I don’t live with my parents anymore (although I’m under grandma’s roof, who is the parent of one of my parents), I’m a million light years away from them, I have my own credit card, I’m more careful in spending money, I go almost everywhere by myself in a city I barely recognize and coincidentally reported to have a high percentage of criminal actions, my breasts are getting bigger (what? This is totally part of being mature), and I take care of every academic requirements for university enrollments by myself, and I only contact my parents if I have financial problems. Or mental issues such as feeling homesick. In which, I have been having quite recently.
I’m shifting to a new phase of life now and it still feels unfamiliar. I still long for the life I lived in Cairo, simply because it was home. I don’t know how my classmates –who are also out there admitting to several universities-, have gotten over the strange sensation in a short period of time, while I’m still stuck in it desperately. Although, sometimes a good way of covering it is to hang out in crowded places and look for nice things to buy. There are so many tasty food and unique items available throughout the countless shops and stalls in Jakarta. There are too many of them that they could distract your melancholic thoughts even temporarily.
I just might get over it, I don’t know when.
So here’s my Reaching-For-Success (RFS) Plan, since I’m dying to study medicine, and observing the challenging process of getting into the faculty, I’ve decided to apply for the New Students Selection Exam of Indonesian University, which is famously abbreviated as Simak Test, an excruciatingly difficult test for an average-minded student like me. I’m still very pessimistic concerning it. Reasonably, the highest passing grade falls on the faculty of medicine. Which, is the faculty I’m dying for. Gosh. How can I ever…. Nevermind.
Technically, if I don’t pass that one, I’m also applying for Cairo University. Although, I’m really having second thoughts about it, despite that I’ll be taking the courses in Cairo, with my family, with my familiar sensation. You just wonder that, wouldn’t it be a waste if I spent half of my life in one place?
Anyways, Cairo University is still on the list.
Well, if I don’t get accepted neither in Indonesian University through Simak Test, nor in Cairo University, then I’ll be taking civil engineering of which I'm already accepted in from the beginning.
And I’ll be miserable by then.
Okay it’s getting late and I have an early class of Simak tomorrow. Of which I’m not so looking forward to despite having many friends already.
Ah, that's a boring introduction, too typical. But that doesn't really matter now, because I'm about to write down the major changes of my life right now. It also doesn't matter who reads it or if nobody's reading it, but at least I could remember how my life went on when one day I become an old lady and read this blog of mine.
So, time flies, earth rotates, and I graduate. Yes, ladies and gentleman, I've graduated high school. Although, I would prefer saying I graduated school. Cuz you don't go to school anymore once you graduate high school. (D'OH)
I'm back in Indonesia. Jakarta, particularly. It's been more than a week, and I miss Egypt like crazy! Well quite reasonable because my whole family and the rest of my friends are still living there. It was a hell of a painful experience leaving them. Well, I guess you have to sacrifice some things to achieve success and make those people whom you left be proud of you when you get back.
To tell you the truth, I don't have any single idea on how to achieve success in Jakarta. Everything is freaking complicated, except if your wallet is as thick as your hairs in your armpit. Everything will be processed in an instant with MONEY. Gosh, people are so materialistic here.
Getting into a good university is a hard work too. It's easy of course if you get an invitation from certain universities, like how I got into the University of Indonesia. But I think I mentioned it clearly that the chosen major wasn't really my choice. *sigh*
Yes, I'm still a virgin. But a bitch at the same time.
Only, what's truly ironic, the ones who appear to love me, didn't mind that, or maybe they haven't been conscience about it. One person realized it though. And I deserve all the humiliation and sinister looks she's been giving to me. I know that deep inside her, she's a truly nice person. And upon seeing me as not one of her kind... Yeah, that explains.
Through this stage of my life, I've come to realize the meaning of unconditional love with `the help of an anime.
Yes, an anime. A Japanese cartoon. Life can be unpredictably ironic.
I tell you, it's not just any anime. Although understanding the plot requires a high intelligence or lots of thinking, but it actually involves a number of morals and ethics too. That even a moron like me would get the message.
And so, recently, after I've watched a certain episode (specifically, episode 12), I came to realize that the time I've been spending with a particular person, could've been replaced with doing something more... what do you call it? useful? worthwhile? advantageous? whatever, you get the point. Although I couldn't deny that those were blissful moments, but disgraceful.
Apparently, this person seemed to have realized it earlier than I did. How? because he was the one who introduced me to this anime. After an interval of time, we just decided to stop continuing the hidden scandal. And it was a hell of a brilliant idea, which I only realized that now.
But what amazes me, his feelings are still strong towards me. Despite my negative waves, despite all of my disgusting and unforgivable behaviours, despite my continuously crashing crashing down his spirit, despite my idiocy and for not being one of the smartest girls, despite my messy and stupidly daring haircut, he still loves me much more than I love him. For a straight A student and a wise gentleman like him, he deserves a whole lot better than me.
But I'm a selfish person, because if you were me, you wouldn't give up on someone like him either. Not because he fits perfectly in your category of "The Man of My Dreams", but because nobody will love me more than he does.
What a stupid post. I should've used my time for studying. My national exam is in a week.
Oh talking about college stuff, I got accepted at the Indonesian University. Major? Don't ask. Civil engineering. Long story.
This is so ironic. A year ago, when I was reading through college majors to predict which one I'd probably be interested at choosing it next year (which, hasn't really helped much in the "next year"), I spotted 'Civil Engineering' and I remembered thinking and whispering "what the hell is this major about? I don't like the way it sounds, there's no way I'm picking this one," and then I said some bad words which I don't think would be proper if I typed it in here.
But, eventually and finally, I faced the fact that I'm about to study how many bricks a particular building needs. Actually, in general, civil engineering studies teach you road, building and bridge structures, airport and harbor constructions, and those other stuff. (what stuff? I have no idea)
Basically, it's curriculum involves applied physics, basic chemistry, 3D drawing (I remember my old sketches of buildings n towers when I was 7, but I don't think they're qualified in this field), etc. (?!)
Okay. I may not know a lot from this major. YET. And I'm a bit scared. But looking on the bright side:
(1) This international system is a double degree (which will certainly be useful for getting a job later on).
(2) For the last two years, I'll be continuing my studies in Australia, a new place to explore. (but that depends on my grades, nevertheless...).
(3) The university has complete facilities, including swimming pools (yaay!).
(4) I can swim in the swimming pool everyday, for free.
(5) They're gonna teach us starting from the very basics. So no need to worry right now. It hasn't even started yet.
(6) A civil engineering graduate friend told me that you don't need to be so bright to survive (survive, he said) in this major, you just need to be freaking diligent.
(7) Dad is gonna be so exhilarated if he has an engineering graduate daughter. And that is enough to make up my mind about this.
(8) Besides, aren't you curious of knowing how many bricks does a building need? Of course you can get the answer from Uncle Google. But he's not gonna let you know the detailed process to the answer, is he?
And all that's left for me to do now is to graduate senior high. Wow, time does fly fast.
There were bad people who took advantage of the situation by stealing and robbing public and personal properties, including banks, malls, cars, etc. What's worse, when they were caught by the army one by one (the government didn't send polices on duties at that time, the condition was extremely critical because dozens of the polices were already attacked in the demonstration process, and apparently the culprits weren't even afraid of facing them anymore) and put to jail, thousands of them had managed to escape and spread among the city. Cairo was totally insecure at that moment, the government warned the citizens not to stroll in the streets starting from 3 PM. It was sort of like Zombieland. You know, where the zombies come out at night and eat whoever's wandering around.
Anyways, the Egyptian armies managed to detain 3000 out of the total fugitives. Thanks to the scattering helicopters and tanks of the military service. The robberies and theft rarely occurred after that. But the revolution still went on, despite Mubarak's continuous persuasive speeches declaring numerous reasons of why he still had to stick to his presidential position.
Many Egyptians were affected by Mubarak's speeches, because honestly, they were really convincing and quite logical. So, these people, who are called "Pro Mubarak" stood up for their president by confronting face to face with the "Anti Mubarak" (people who demanded his ousting) in Tahrir Square. The battle left bloodsheds everywhere. Lots of people died and the area was polluted with smokes, resulting from the fires they've made, and stones of which they'd used as a weapon. Hundreds of ambulances picked up the seriously injured protesters and armies tried to settle the riot until it was finally over.
According to the assumptions of my Egyptian mates, the escape of thousands of prisoners' scene and the dramatic show of "Pro & Anti Mubarak" was just a legitimate theater arranged by the government as to distract the protesters and maintain security. It was obvious that the political strategy didn't work the way they'd planned.
But actually, it was true that the situation in the city wasn't safe at all. Because when I was staying up late using my days off from school to its full potential, I heard a gunshot twice and I panicked (give a break for someone who heard a gunshot for the first time in her life, okay?), so I ran off to the balcony and saw a bunch of familiar men -who were also residents in my neighborhood- carrying tools (mainly baseball bats), and they were quarreling while snagging two or three strangers, I couldn't be sure, whom weren't around the neck of the woods. It turned out that the snatched bastards were thieves.
Eventually, after 18 days of demanding Mubarak to step down, he has finally announced his resignation on the eleventh February, and handed over the power to the Supreme Council of Armed Forces, who is a 75 year-old hard-faced bloke. And that was how the authoritarian regime ended.
Of course the Egyptians celebrated this incredible political momentum, which had drastically changed the political history of Egypt.
I went to Tahrir Square to witness the spot of the revolution itself, but I came two days late. So, when I'd arrived, the place was already in an early process of cleaning. But there were still a lot of army tanks and armies themselves, whom unfortunately refused our request of taking a photo together.
There were also posters of people who died in the middle of the revolution, and below their pictures there were written brief stories, as a sign of honor and gratitude. They are now considered as national heroes, of course, known as "Al-Syuhada", which the citizens had "immortalized" it by naming a metro station after it.
What amazed me and most other foreigners who followed the updates of this event was that the Egyptians, unlike any other countries rarely did, cleaned the mess they made in Tahrir Square. They swept the floors, painted the pavements, planted trees and stuff, and other things. Somehow, it proved how seriously they took this matter of their country, and how high the sense of patriotism they had.
Really, as a foreigner witnessing this whole event, is a once in a lifetime experience.