Sweet Reminder

Dear, 20 yo Vita.
I'm so proud of you tonight. You've changed into a really better person now.

I didn't notice it since when but i just realized it tonight. A quick flashback when I was still in school, I was a tomboy who liked to fight with anyone who tried to mess up with me, anyone no exception. I remember when I was in senior high school, i punched my classmates on his face just because he talked inconsistently. And today, wow wow wow, I was having an argument with a guy, a really annoying guy who i found later as a two faced guy -sounds so pussy, ay? I know- he tried to punch me on my face but what I did was just simply unexpected, I myself expected that i would even punch him first before he tried to punch me, but I didn't. I kept being calm. Let the people judge. Let the people decide who won the fight.

Now I know why did my mom always taught me never attack people first before they touch you. It feels content. I feel like I found peace within me. I finally beat my own ego.

You know it when people say, "your mind is the only enemy you have", once you conquer your mind, there's nothing else to worry about.

Conclude by yourself

I just finished the socialwork yesterday and now I'm back in town. Didn't have the chance to write yesterday since i just spent it to clean my room :') No, not really I went to Starbucks to write my marketing task but ended up chatting via LINE with a glass of iced americano hahaha

So, i'm going to write the sum up of my 28 days living in the not so small village that i wrote here before. This sum up story just happened to me during our last night there. So, just as the tradition of being Indonesian, we toured around the village to visit the houses of people that we were in contact and helped us during our stay there. I remember we visited 5 houses. One house of the head of the village Pak Kades, 3 houses of the helper of the head of the village Pak Kasun, and one house of one man who usually cleans the office and the elementary school area, Pak Tik.

First we visited 3 houses of Pak Kasun, as just usual they served us with drinks and snacks. Next, we visited the house of the head of the village, the head of the village himself has already fallen asleep according to the wife, in fact it was only 7pm, we didn't get anything meaning the wife served us nothing, not even a mineral water, but it was okay since we all already full from the 3 houses before. Last, we stopped at Pak Tik's house. Surprisingly touching, all of the family members gather around to welcome us, they served us drinks and a looooot of snack with unusual amount and also the next day before we finally left to Surabaya, the wife of Pak Tik went to our house and gave us local handmade snack one each.

That was not the story I want to share, that was just a preface. The main story is, it is not about that you don't have anything to give, but you don't want to. Be like Pak Tik :')

Seven Pounds

"Live life abundantly."

Ben Thomas, 2008