Love what you do, do what you love

“Love what you do, do what you love”.  This is one of my favourite phrase. I love when I wake up in the morning, sitting near the window heading to the east where the Sun is rising. This morning the Sun greets me so peacefully. She warms me up in this chilly weather of September. I love Sun! She does a great deal of job to the earth. I always wonder, does the Sun love what she does to the Earth? or does she really love the Earth? If we take few minutes to understand how the Sun works for all the living in the world, spreading out its lovely shines around the spinning earth, I will simply realize the Sun is a life. But still, we wake up in the morning, we think how unnecessary it is saying “Thanks to the Sun, you’re still shining so brightly”. Instead of doing that, we tend to fill up the hearts with regrets and disappointments of the good things we have.

I never realise my mummy like cooking a lot, there is a magic power of the cooking.  I am always afraid to mess up the kitchen and fail to cook ‘professionally’. Before I start cooking, I’m always whispering in my heart, hoping that the food will taste good (at least for my tongue). First time, second time, third time, and I finally find cooking is the healer. It heals my bad mood, it heals my headache, it heals my heart.

Last night, I made pancakes for my friends in my apartment. Cooking makes my feeling better, even it’s just for pancakes with maple syrup. It made me laugh when too much milk I mixed in the flour. It made me panic, when I left the pan in the kitchen. It made me laugh when finally it looked weird to be called as pancakes 😛 The smiling pancakes

The smiling pancakes

Die Tapferkeit vor der Schwierigkeit

Heute habe ich eine freiwillige Aktivität in der Essenspeisekammer ,,People Resource Center Wheaton”. Dort treffe ich mich mit vielen Menchen, die ihre Zeit als freiwillige Helfer verbringen. Die meisten Leute sind die Ӓlte und ich bin erstaunt über sie. Sie mögen ihre Zeit verbringen um andere Leute zu helfen. Dort helfen wir die Familie, die Essen brauchen. Manche Familie kommen, weil sie Problem haben. Sie kein sich genuges Essen leisten. Es gibt auch einzige Eltern mit ihren Kinder. Der Essenspeisekammer versorgt die Familie mit Essen (z.B. das Gemüse, das Obst, das Fleisch, usw). Dieser Essenspeisekammer ist total nützlich für die Familie.

Diese Woche ist die letzte Woche für der Sommerzeitraum. Am nächsten Montag, werde ich meinen Herbst Semester starten. Eigentlich habe ich eine gröβe Ӓngst um meine Klasse beginnen. Als habe ich einen Monat in den USA gelebt, lerne ich neue Dinge. Diese Gemeinde hat mir einen Wert gezeigt. Die wichtigste zu glauben ist, wir müssen eine Tapferkeit  vor der Schwierigkeit für die andere oder für unser eigenes Leben haben. Viel Glück!

Oh Nein! Mein Deutsch!

As I came here, in the States, of course I forget my German. I really miss it! I miss the class, the time I got stuck with some German grammar and just left it. Oh yeah, I miss it. Now, no German at all in my daily life here. I used to read some German articles, but now oh no! I left my German magic book-the summary of my German classes, call it my magic book :'(((( home in Indonesia 😦


My international students coordinator at college is actually a German-blood woman. I was really excited to speak in German with her, but suddenly oh no.. Pleassseee teach me German! Please I need to speak German, please I want to those German words in my mind, everlasting 😦 pleaseee *screaming*. Ich brauche einen Deutsch Lehrer. Oh come on donna! This is America. LOL

The July Summer Wind

I would never forget the first time I landed in this land, the United States. It was July 14, 2013. I was having my flight alone from Changi Airport Singapore to Chicago O’Hare Airport, after I had my previous flight with the other friends. At first I had anxiety of that. It was a very long flight, 20 hours. I wondered, what if I missed the flight or got the wrong gate for the next flight during my transit. But, nothing I actually had to worry about. I landed safely, missed no flight and got the right gate, here I am now sitting in my living room apartment, 390 Spruce Lane #212,Glen Ellyn, Illinois.

That aeroplane, which was heading to the US and taking me high hundreds feet above the Pacific ocean. I clicked the map on the screen in front of my seat. I checked the map often and wondered where on earth I was.  It was getting to be darker night sky. Well, I was on the other part of the world. Few hours later, I saw the shiny summer sky through the window. I was flying! Yeah! I was there.

One hour before landing,  I was getting more excited. I was waiting for the start of an experience, landing my feet on this country. I was waiting, looking through window. It was getting closer to the earth. That plane was getting to touch the ground. I whisper, thank God I landed safely! I went out the plane and I felt it! The summer wind was blowing.  Life has become so harsh to me, kicking me hard to face, and now it gave me a chance, to feel both the pain and happiness through this July Summer.

Pictures: Expat Couple Visits St. Pauli’s Red Light District in Hamburg, Germany

Oh God, My Wife Is German.

On March 23rd, 2013, The Wife and I took a day trip to Hamburg. We rode the Metronome (or “slow train,” as we affectionately refer to it) north for about one hour, changed lines in Uelzen, then rode another hour to Hamburg.

When we first arrived, I was struck by the extent to which Hamburg reminded me of Seattle. It was beautiful, with a lively and colorful bay rife with wide-eyed tourists staggered about in circles. However, where Seattle has hills and skyscrapers, Hamburg has cargo cranes and a world-famous red light district. The red light district surrounds the street called Reeperbahn, which runs right through the St. Pauli quarter of the city. St. Pauli used to make me think of St. Pauli Girl beer (which is actually brewed in Bremen). Now, Saint Pauli makes me think of a slightly intimidating neighborhood where a couple of…

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Liebe Vergangenheit, vielen Dank!

Heute ist das ende des Märzs und erinnere ich mich meine Vergangenheit. Als ich in der Schule war, hatte ich in der Schuleorganisation teilgenommen. In der erste Zeit meiner Teilnahme, hatte ich eine Angst um die Organisation zu bearbeiten. Was ich immer bedanke mich ist meine Freunde, mein Team. Sie hatten mir geholfen. Wenn wir ein Programm entschieden, diskutierten wir zusammen. Manchmal hatten wir verschiedene Idee. Das ist ein Problem eigentlich! Wir brauchen mehr Zeit um Entscheidung zu machen. Aber konnten wir das beenden. Jetzt denke ich meine Erfahrung. Sie ist meine beste Lehrerin des Lebens. Dort habe ich viele Werte der Organisation gelernt. Ich habe gelerent um Unterschied zu verstehen. Obwohl hatte ich zuerst eine groβe Angst, endlich schafften wir das.  Es reut mich nicht, dass ich eine Mӧglichkeit genommen habe. Well, thank you 😀

Culture Shock 4: American Man Enters Bakery in His Pajamas Seeking Change


Oh God, My Wife Is German.

During the morning of November 29, 2012, the doorbell rang while I was working at my computer. It was pretty early, so I was still wearing my red plaid pajama pants and white undershirt. I was also wearing a pair of fuzzy slippers and my black Electric Six hoodie (with the hood drawn over my head, hovering just above my eyes, like a badass necromancer). I buzzed the person into the building and waited outside the door of our apartment. A mailman came charging up the stairs carrying a cardboard box addressed to me.

I spoke with him using a mix of English and violently broken German. What follows is our interaction, if everything were translated directly, word-for-word, into English.

ME: “A very pretty morning to you, Sir.”

MAILMAN: “Hello. This is a UPS delivery for you. You need to pay the shipping fee. It is €35.69 euros.”


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Culture Shock 8: How to Out Yourself as an American in Germany (In 2 Seconds or Less)

What should I say then 😀

Oh God, My Wife Is German.

Sometime in November of 2012, The Wife and I ventured into the university district of Hannover known as Nordstadt. Nordstadt is home to Leibniz University, where watery-eyed nerds go to study science and engineering. (And I bet they eat a ton of Döner Kebabs too. German nerds love Döner Kebabs.)

We found several pubs around the university and settled into one called Gaststätte Kaiser. The word ‘Kaiser’ immediately brought to mind Keyser Söze from The Usual Suspects… and also a round, soft bread roll with a crisp crust. (Delicious!)

The waitress approached our table and I attempted to order beers for myself and my wife. What follows is our interaction if you were to translate everything — directly and literally — into English:

ME: “A pretty evening to you. We here… I mean, the us, would very gladly have two massive pilsner beers.”

WAITRESS: *Smiling* “Two, one-liter…

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“I believe that…

“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”
― Marilyn Monroe

Habe ich keine Lust?

This March I have just finished my German course class for A2 level. Nothing to be proud actually! I plan to postpone my German course in the next quarter (Start from B1) since I’ve got lot things to prepare besides my German this year. My teacher (Deutschlehrerin) in this level is from India. She speaks German, English, and very little Indonesian. I still recall a time in our first meeting of the class, with her fluent German accent, I still couldn’t catch what she talked about! L Languange barrier -___-

Two weeks before our class over, she asked my reasons for not continuing to the next level. I just firstly answered “Ich bin sehr mϋde Beena (my teacher’s name)”. In that day she gave us our exams results. She looked quite impressed in my way of learning, how I remark the subject and the verb in the grammatical test, which (for her) showed a good way of learning.

When I wanted to go home, she gave some suggestions regarding my German course. Firstly she asked me, “Hast du keine Lust?” She suggested me to take the evening courses.  I tried to explain in German but I have no idea to pour out my German in front of her. No no no! I just told her “Ich habe keine Zeit (I have no time)”. She said that I had a good way of learning and she suggested that I should improve it. Danke fϋr dein Vorschlag, Beena! But it wouldn’t change my mind. In my way back home, Beena’s question crossed my mind and I asked myself whether I still have a desire to learn German or not. Habe Ich keine Lust? Well, well, all I can say is just auf wiedersehen A2 Klasse!