Old Memory in 4H

This morning before I went to Campus UMY (Universitas Muhammaidyah Yogyakarta), I wrote three articles and this is the last article I wrote this morning. Wonder how can get interested in writing; I used to hate it so much.

Yeah… it’s been two years I left the States; but the memory… hmm. Yeah it’s also gone most of it. Remembering when I arrived in Washington D.C. Airport; I was detained for three hours without a single question and explanation. Probably I was so weird and awful so the Airport idiot guys detained me; whatever!

Then I left for 4H Building in Maryland, the road was so weird and I met some weird Filipino girls. They were so small, even smaller than Indo girls. They really liked to talk; I do too; but I couldn’t. When I arrived I met a lot more weirdo from many Asian un-developed countries such as India, Philippines, Indonesia and I forget some others. The world seemed to be more complicated and sucked (improper word). Talking little bit about “Suck”, this word always sticks with my life in every single day in a week and every single week in a month and every single month in a year and every single year in my life. Go back>>>

In 4H building it was supposed to be the orientation for the exchange students; but it was different for me. I had been dealing with my most crucial problem; stomachache. Those cold cereals, pizza and all kinds of stupid strange foods were served. Rice, Ayam Goreng, Mie Instants, Tempe, IMPOSSIBLE. A week in 4H building was like a hell for me. There is nothing I could do except BATHROOM. This problem would continue for a month in the US.

Fortunately this pious brat from un-developed country never complained to anybody except himself. Yeah… I began to swear again, any kinds for swear words in Arabic, English, Indonesian and Javanese were out. I made sure that no one would understand my words, bad words. It seemed that I swear (misuh-misuh) more than saying Subhanallah, Alhamdulillah and Allahuakbar (words of the remembrance of God). Anyways, it was me.

Some cool things also happened; some Filipino girls were trying to get my attention by cutting their hands (no). They smiled and sometimes said “YOUR SMILE IS DEATH”, I said to myself “What? Do you think that I am angel of death who takes people’s souls with a big smile?” I never mind with those Filipino girls; indeed, I don’t care. At that time, there is only girl in my mind (read the previous note).

I also met an Indian girl, she was cute! Like actress in Bolliwood. Her smile was so sweet just like sugar cane. But she was the only cute girl from India, the rest were not that beautiful. And I was the first person she introduced herself to; so I was the CHOSEN ONE! For the rest of the year she always contacted me; she still does, but it’s not very often.

In this time I also changed my opinion about some stuff:

1. I realized that not all Arab people are pious and obedient. I met many sarap Arabs (crazy Arabs). They were crazier than Indonesians.
2. I was quite cool and yeah…! The fact; those Filipino girls liked me and that Indian girl always chatted with me for the rest of the year.
3. I was talented. I could dance, sing, do martial art and go to bathroom in every hour in day time.

Yeah… probably those were my a week experience in 4H Building, Maryland. Any Questions?

Friends and I in 4H Building

Imam Bashar Arafat and I in 4H Building