What motivates you?

Everybody have their own motivation to do anything in life. I need a motivation to wake up from bed, bike to school, go out through the rain to buy groceries, learn something new, and so on.

I recently read an article (in Indonesian) from Indonesian non-profit organisation / movement called Pengajar Muda (Young Teachers). It is an organisation which distributes young educated people to teach for a year in some remote places in Indonesia. 

The article has struck me at how it tells the readers about how simple things might inspire the students. In brief, it is about the curiosity of the students when their teacher told them about snow. When the teacher showed them a documentary on his tiny laptop (watched by around 80 students) about snow, those students couldn't help but perplexed at how strange, beautiful, and fun it seemed to see and play with the snow. Later on, the teacher wrote, "You may live in a small village, or in an island out-of-nowhere. But you have to dream higher and higher each day, It is do-able!"

All students carefully stared at the small laptop screen 

Read the article here (in Indonesian): Melihat Salju - Seeing the Snow

I can totally relate to this. Almost a month ago I saw the snow for the first time (yes, your eyes are reading it right!). It's unbelievable how the snow which I had only seen from the movies before (Home Alone movies) looks so much better in real. How can it be possible that these delicate shaved-ice fall from the sky so gracefully and make everything looks beautiful?? Even the usually dull rooftops looks like fairy tale houses with snow on top of it - I'm not exaggerating. Coming from a tropical country, the idea of having winter (plus snow) is so out of my imagination.

But that was the moment when I (again) found the reason why I decided to study far away from home. To see and experience things that I have never experienced before. I know now, this is my motivation to study harder, to work, to travel, to get to know different people, to get amazed by these small things.

A whole field full of happiness

Bahasa Indonesia

Ya, bahasa Indonesia. Para pemuda Indonesia dulu menetapkannya sebagai bahasa persatuan. Tapi bahasa Indonesia menurut saya bukan hanya bahasa resmi yang diajarkan di sekolah-sekolah. Bahasa Jawa - mulai dari ngoko alus, kasar, sampai krama, bahasa Madura, bahasa Batak, singkatnya semua bahasa daerah di Indonesia pun juga layak disebut bahasa Indonesia. Bahasa ibu yang benar-benar lazim digunakan di antara anggota kebudayaan terkecil dari masyarakat setempat, yaitu keluarga.


Terkadang saya lupa betapa berharganya bahasa Indonesia. Sejak kecil saya tertarik belajar bahasa Inggris. Bahasa pergaulan, katanya. Bahasanya orang-orang pintar dan terdidik, bahasa yang digunakan negara-negara maju, bahasa yang harus digunakan agar tidak "ketinggalan jaman". Sebagai konsekuensinya, saya mulai belajar bahasa Inggris sejak di Sekolah Dasar, dan mengikuti beberapa kursus bahasa Inggris.


Lalu ada lagi bahasa Mandarin yang saya pelajari sebagai bagian dari kurikulum pelajaran Sekolah Menengah Pertama dan Sekolah Menengah Atas. Sebagai warga negara Indonesia keturunan Tionghoa, saya tidak pernah menggunakannya dalam percakapan sehari-hari di rumah. Para leluhur saya tiba di Indonesia beratus-ratus tahun yang lalu, dan seiring berjalan waktu mereka hidup di tengah masyarakat Indonesia, mempelajari cara hidup penduduk setempat, dan singkatnya, menjadi orang Indonesia. Memang, orang tua dan kakek nenek saya punya nama Tionghoa, tapi generasi saya sudah tidak lagi memiliki nama Tionghoa yang tercatat. Jadi, yah, agak sulit menjelaskan bagaimana seorang dengan casing Tionghoa seperti saya - mata sipit, kulit kuning langsat, rambut lurus- sebenarnya memiliki kepribadian orang Indonesia asli.


Kapan saya benar-benar menyayangi bahasa Indonesia?

Ups and Downs in Pediatrics

From my own picture collection, taken in Collosseum, Italy.
Siblings playing with their parents' video camera.

It has just been two weeks since my first day in Pediatrics rotation, and I can't help being in this kind of love-hate relationship with my daily job. Our daily schedule is tight, we have to be present in the hospital around 6 am and start making daily subjective and objective examination to all the patients in the ward. There are 29 co-assistant in total so we will have several patients we will examine daily. Then we have to write it all down in the patient status, including the diagnostic and therapy planning. It is a very effective way to learn about clinical medicine, thou. Then, most of our days will be spent helping the residents observing the patients ( every 3 or one hour, depends on the diagnosis), assisting in some clinical procedure, or participating in group discussion. Everything will be ended around 3 in the afternoon and on some days we have night shifts, mean doing almost the same job we do during daytime, only during the whole night.

One Day in the Clinic

The doctor carefully explained about the medication prescribed. Haloperidol, Folic Acid, Clobazam.  None of them were familiar to the mother. She stared to a space that did not exist. Her ears were listening to the doctor's words, every single word. But her mind was spread into several thoughts at the same time.
She might need to stay for a month, or maybe more, in this city, 4 hours away from her home. She didn't have any place to stay, yet. Her husband might have to work harder than before. She would look for all the therapies, anything that could fix the problems. She might will have to leave her younger daughter at home. Her son might will never able to enter regular school, be a regular child.
Who will afford all the medication and medication fee, anyway?

And just moments ago, she discovered that her son was diagnosed with mental retardation.

Change Your Location, Change Your Life

It is less than two days left before I leave Groningen. I have been staying here for almost two months now. I would surely say this is a lifetime experience I will never regret. I used to think that two months is going to be a long time, but it is not. Two months is absolutely not enough to learn new languages, blend in with the locals, see their cultures and lifestyle, taste the different vibes. There are so many things I have obtained, much more than reading a pile of books. Being in a country, half the world away, 6 hours of time difference, has brought me a broader scope of view.