Monday, December 19, 2016

Home

Most people would say "home is where the heart is".
But for Third Culture Kid (TCK), "home is everywhere and nowhere" - Ruth Van Reken, 2004

Some of you may have heard about TCK, but if you haven't I'll explain it briefly and you can read more about it from wikipedia (click here) or other sources.

Based on Wikipedia, 
"Third culture kid (TCK) is a term used to refer to children who were raised in a culture outside of their parents’ culture for a significant part of their development years. The experience of being a TCK is unique in that these individuals are moving between cultures before they have had the opportunity to fully develop their personal and cultural identity."

And yes, I'm one of TCK. I may not be as extreme as others who spent their childhood in more than three countries and their parents have different nationalities, but I experience the same feeling as most TCK do. And home is one of TCK's challenges.

"Home is everywhere and nowhere"


That is so TRUE!

Each places that I've lived in has special places in my life and heart. I feel that I belong to those places - all at once - because there were some bonds that we shared. Those places were my witness of all my best and worst times. No place can be replaced by the other.

At the same time, I feel rootless. Though I may have my nationality, but somehow I don't fit in perfectly there - nor anywhere that I've lived in. In fact, I could never perfectly fit in anywhere, as I didn't stay long enough to adopt all their attitudes, behaviors and languages.

So it's kinda in between.
I feel home wherever I go to Indonesia, Australia, Hong Kong and Taiwan.
I can't never decide which one is my first, second, third and fourth home.
These four will always be my home.

-Source: Google (the first two), my own (the last two) 

Friday, July 29, 2016

Dear Men..

Dear Men,
If you're not gonna stay, please don't make us happy..
If you're not gonna catch us, please don't make us fall..

Dear Men,
Please understand that women are sensitive..
Every little things you say, we'll remember..
and every little things you do, we'll expect it to happen again..

Dear Men,
Please don't leave us out of the blue..
Cut the drama and be transparent..
Tell us if you're interested or staying, so we know what to expect..

Dear Men,
Please spare us the heartache..
If you're not interested nor staying, just say it and leave..
It's so much better for us to know the bitter truth than to expect based on pretenses..

Dear Men,
Our heart has been broken and healed so many times..
So please don't underestimate us by saying that we cannot handle the truth..


Sincerely,
Women

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Upside Down House Exhibition

 
I know it's only turning the furniture upside down and glued in to the wall. Some may think it's not worth the wait (queue) and money. But for some, it is an opportunity to get a fun picture. For me, it's another way to refresh my mind and take a break from research :))

The house was filled up by so many people, so for some spot, we couldn't get a clear and great photos. But the good thing about this exhibition are: they controlled the amount of people inside the house (1), they prepared a place for people to queue, so we can take photos without other people in it (2), there is no time limit, so people can take as many picture and as long as they like (3), once we moved to another room, we cannot go back to the previous ones, so we will not bump into each other (4).




Sunday, June 5, 2016

What is love?

Is it when you feel a connection with someone?
... when you feel a whole and complete just by being together..
... when context matter less than moment..
... and when every moment has it own space in your heart..

Is it when you can't stop thinking about that person?
... when only that person stays on your mind and heart, although there are millions of others..
... when having a lot of admirer means nothing to you if you can't get that person's attention..
... and when everyday, you wish that person nothing but happiness..

Is it when you stop searching?
... when any other woman/men doesn't appeal to you as much as it used to..
... when you can't think of anyone else that's better than him/her..
... and when you're not interested in going on a date with someone new..

Is it when you put 'us' or 'him/her' before 'me'?
... when quality means so much more than quantity..
... when you're patiently waiting for the time being with him/her..
... and when you're willing to sacrifice your own happiness for him/her..

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Conan Exhibition


CONAN!
I was super excited to go to the exhibition. Although I need to queue for about one hour, but it was worth it!
After the entrance, there was a wall full of all Conan comic series. 


Then, there was a pop-up picture of all characters in Conan complete with its descriptions, as shown below..



Before entrance, each visitor get one puzzle book and pencil. Visitor are required to solve the murder (the puzzle) inside the exhibition. Since the puzzle and instructions are all in Chinese, I didn't took any pictures. I tried to solve it using Google translate from my phone and a little logic to put it all together. Then, if we can solve it, we get the certification as shown below (the white paper in the middle). The right one is the stamp book that we can buy together with the entrance ticket. There is one free sticker (right one) inside the stamp book.


After solving the puzzle, there are lots and lots of photos, drawings and paintings on Conan. Lastly, there is a figure of Sinichi Kudo and Ran.




          

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Diplomats World

I just want to share this post, by Jakarta Post (click here).

The post is all about the feeling being a diplomat spouse and children. The author nails it, as she was a diplomat's spouse herself.

I don't feel the need to add some more. Let her post tell you everything. Enjoy!

Click here for my post on being a diplomat's daughter.

A helicopter crash on Friday, May 8 in a mountainous area of Pakistan tragically killed six passengers, including two ambassadors and two ambassadors’ wives. One of them was Mme. Heri Listyawati Burhan, the spouse of Indonesian Ambassador to Pakistan Burhan Muhammad.

Some may say that this terrible accident could have happen to anyone, anytime, anywhere.

Nevertheless, the members of diplomatic missions assigned to so-called hardship posts are more likely to deal with such risks.

Only a few weeks ago our embassy in Yemen was badly damaged by an air strike injuring two diplomats, other Indonesian citizens and Yemenis.

In fact, such a threat can happen even in countries that seem far from being tagged “hardship”. In a period of less than 10 years (2004 and 2012), there were two bomb explosions at Indonesian Embassy in Paris.

The second one took place while we were living there due to my husband’s posting.

Fortunately nobody was seriously injured, but the material losses were quite large and it was certainly a traumatic experience.

An insightful article titled Appreciating Our Diplomats was written by Mr. Wirya Adiwena (The Jakarta Post, May 2, 2015) expressing his concerns on the reality and sad side of diplomats’ work.

As mentioned in the article, too often this seemingly prestigious profession is ironically regarded as implying merely “the image of glamour and champagne”.

In my own experience, people do frequently utter their presumption of how nice and comfortable it must be to live abroad, as if comparing it to a long holiday. This stereotype is definitely misleading and far from reality.

Working as a diplomat, which means representing your country, is surely not a light responsibility to bear. Apart from the danger in hardship posts, there exist other obstacles that may not be lethal yet are quite significant.

I would like to share these common challenges facing diplomats’ families, based on personal observation and experience when accompanying my husband in his two previous postings.

Normally when posted to a foreign mission, a diplomat is accompanied by his or her family. The roles of family members are neither insignificant nor limited to supporting capacities.

Actually, on various occasions diplomats’ family members should act as “diplomats” themselves. Diplomats’ spouses are required to readily assist in the activities of the mission, from culinary and cultural diplomacy to national day celebrations.

On the other hand, they are not allowed to work professionally during the posting period. Some families must decide whether to live separately or to sacrifice the career of the spouse.

Diplomats’ children are also an important part of the equation. Facing different environments and constantly adapting both in the foreign and home country makes them the most risk-prone. New homes, schools, friends and languages are normal things. Once they are about to settle in a place, it is already time to move and start from scratch again.

Constantly changing early life stages shapes them to be “third culture kids” (TCK) — children with the unique experience of moving between cultures before fully developing their personal and cultural identity.

These so-called global nomads or cultural chameleons are exposed to typical experiences, both good and bad. The primary benefits are perhaps their multilingual skills and the ability to adapt well to new environments, an expanded world view resulting broader perspectives, as well as higher sensitivity and empathy.

The main challenges include the ongoing switch of schools, hence friends. While this constant change can be beneficial, it is at the same time a potential threat, for each child has a different level of ability to adjust. Some can survive, some others sadly cannot.

Furthermore, being in foreign countries puts them among different sets of cultural values that sometimes can be conflicting. They are obliged to hold on to their home culture while at the same time adjusting to local customs.

At the family level, the unceasing moving process itself is never a piece of cake. Packing, unpacking, leaving and finding home, changing schools, learning new languages, meeting new neighbors, driving on the other side of the road, adjusting to new cultures and so on.

However, difficulties are well paid off once things finally start to fall into place. While spending a few years in a foreign land, the beauty of learning new things, visiting wonderful places, making lots of friends and gaining invaluable experiences makes it all worthwhile.

After all, there are always two sides of the coin — ups and downs, peaks and valleys. At the end of the day, life is about making choices and living with the consequences. Like they say, “Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain.”

To all Indonesian diplomats and their families, hold your heads up high.

A speedy recovery to Ambassador Burhan Muhammad and deep condolences to the whole family. To Mme. Listyawati, may your soul rest forever in peace.
________________________

The writer is spouse of Charles F. Hutapea, previously assigned to the Indonesian Embassy in Paris (2009-2013) and the Indonesian Consulate General in Osaka (2002-2006). Her memoir Voila La France was published in April 2015 as well as Paris – C’est Ma Vie in December 2012

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A helicopter crash on Friday, May 8 in a mountainous area of Pakistan tragically killed six passengers, including two ambassadors and two ambassadors’ wives. One of them was Mme. Heri Listyawati Burhan, the spouse of Indonesian Ambassador to Pakistan Burhan Muhammad.

Some may say that this terrible accident could have happen to anyone, anytime, anywhere.

Nevertheless, the members of diplomatic missions assigned to so-called hardship posts are more likely to deal with such risks.

Only a few weeks ago our embassy in Yemen was badly damaged by an air strike injuring two diplomats, other Indonesian citizens and Yemenis.

In fact, such a threat can happen even in countries that seem far from being tagged “hardship”. In a period of less than 10 years (2004 and 2012), there were two bomb explosions at Indonesian Embassy in Paris.

The second one took place while we were living there due to my husband’s posting.

Fortunately nobody was seriously injured, but the material losses were quite large and it was certainly a traumatic experience.

An insightful article titled Appreciating Our Diplomats was written by Mr. Wirya Adiwena (The Jakarta Post, May 2, 2015) expressing his concerns on the reality and sad side of diplomats’ work.

As mentioned in the article, too often this seemingly prestigious profession is ironically regarded as implying merely “the image of glamour and champagne”.

In my own experience, people do frequently utter their presumption of how nice and comfortable it must be to live abroad, as if comparing it to a long holiday. This stereotype is definitely misleading and far from reality.

Working as a diplomat, which means representing your country, is surely not a light responsibility to bear. Apart from the danger in hardship posts, there exist other obstacles that may not be lethal yet are quite significant.

I would like to share these common challenges facing diplomats’ families, based on personal observation and experience when accompanying my husband in his two previous postings.

Normally when posted to a foreign mission, a diplomat is accompanied by his or her family. The roles of family members are neither insignificant nor limited to supporting capacities.

Actually, on various occasions diplomats’ family members should act as “diplomats” themselves. Diplomats’ spouses are required to readily assist in the activities of the mission, from culinary and cultural diplomacy to national day celebrations.

On the other hand, they are not allowed to work professionally during the posting period. Some families must decide whether to live separately or to sacrifice the career of the spouse.

Diplomats’ children are also an important part of the equation. Facing different environments and constantly adapting both in the foreign and home country makes them the most risk-prone. New homes, schools, friends and languages are normal things. Once they are about to settle in a place, it is already time to move and start from scratch again.

Constantly changing early life stages shapes them to be “third culture kids” (TCK) — children with the unique experience of moving between cultures before fully developing their personal and cultural identity.

These so-called global nomads or cultural chameleons are exposed to typical experiences, both good and bad. The primary benefits are perhaps their multilingual skills and the ability to adapt well to new environments, an expanded world view resulting broader perspectives, as well as higher sensitivity and empathy.

The main challenges include the ongoing switch of schools, hence friends. While this constant change can be beneficial, it is at the same time a potential threat, for each child has a different level of ability to adjust. Some can survive, some others sadly cannot.

Furthermore, being in foreign countries puts them among different sets of cultural values that sometimes can be conflicting. They are obliged to hold on to their home culture while at the same time adjusting to local customs.

At the family level, the unceasing moving process itself is never a piece of cake. Packing, unpacking, leaving and finding home, changing schools, learning new languages, meeting new neighbors, driving on the other side of the road, adjusting to new cultures and so on.

However, difficulties are well paid off once things finally start to fall into place. While spending a few years in a foreign land, the beauty of learning new things, visiting wonderful places, making lots of friends and gaining invaluable experiences makes it all worthwhile.

After all, there are always two sides of the coin — ups and downs, peaks and valleys. At the end of the day, life is about making choices and living with the consequences. Like they say, “Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain.”

To all Indonesian diplomats and their families, hold your heads up high.

A speedy recovery to Ambassador Burhan Muhammad and deep condolences to the whole family. To Mme. Listyawati, may your soul rest forever in peace.
________________________

The writer is spouse of Charles F. Hutapea, previously assigned to the Indonesian Embassy in Paris (2009-2013) and the Indonesian Consulate General in Osaka (2002-2006). Her memoir Voila La France was published in April 2015 as well as Paris – C’est Ma Vie in December 2012

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Thursday, April 30, 2015

I'm halfway there

As a doctorate student, we need to pass qualifying exams. It differ across faculty and campus. Some require us to pass specific subject, written/oral exams and/or present our research, within two years or one year. It's all solely department/faculty regulation that we can't questioned or compare it with other department. After we pass the exams, we are no longer a doctorate student, but a doctorate candidate.

In my department, they require us to either pass two subject of written exams or get a paper accepted within two years. As suggested by my advisor, my target in the beginning was, try to get my paper published, she said it's a lot easier. But it takes a lot of time to finish it and to get through the peer-review process. 

It was right after I send out the first revise and 6 more months until my two years deadline is ended, that I started to think to take the exams. Since I feel like there will still be some revising, I'm not that confident that my paper will get accepted in the next 6 months, so I took the exams for precautions. The department offer the exams in each semester. If I could not pass the exams, I need to take it again in the next semester. But if my first two years end, I need to take leave until I pass the exams. Sounds complicated, huh?

Wait 'til you hear this. There are many rumors out there that the exams are super-very-hard to pass. One of Taiwanese senior that I knew, she pass all two subjects for 5 years! and one of Indonesian senior didn't pas the exams once, but he got the paper published. I feel so anxious yet curious of this horrifying exams. The exams were in essay and the material were: 16 papers and 16-chapters-book! The questions were something detail about the paper, such as the inference of their research or the detail of their questionnaire design. And each paper may have 2-7 different studies with different questionnaire design and inference! No wonder it's so hard to pass, then I thought.

Since I only got this one chance and only one month to prepare, I studied and prayed hard. I tossed away any unimportant and unrelated things. I tried to study in every time I've got. I even brought those papers and book to Indonesia during my winter holiday.

The exams were divided into two days. One subject in one day and each subjects have two sections. There were about 3-4 questions in each section. The questions were a bit blur, but I remember, I wrote one full page of A4 for each questions. I remember there were questions about the detail of questionnaire design and inference. And I remember I felt like my brain were drained out at the end of the test of each day.

I waited for quite a long time for the results, without knowing when exactly they will tell us. They just tell me that they will send an email to announce the result. So every time I opened my mail, I feel that tingling in my stomach. I felt more anxious than before the exams. 

After that 6 weeks long, I finally got an email to pick up my result in department office. Oh, only God knows how nervous I was walking down the road, hoped on to the bus, up to the office and picked up my result. I was so curious with my result that I couldn't wait to open it, but too afraid that I needed a private place in case it wasn't a good news. 

After a long debate with myself, I finally opened it while waiting for a ride home. Alhamdulillah I PASS! Both of it! The threshold was 70 and I got 82 and 89! I didn't expect it to be this high. Even though I was hoping to pass, I predict that maybe I'll get about 71 or 72, something that is slightly above the threshold. It really amaze me that I can't believe it's real. I can't even told anyone other than my family, until I go to the department office and I hear it from my advisor.

The next day, my advisor and my labmates congratulated me. My advisor told me that the department praise the results of my exams. She said that it's very rare that a student can pass two subjects in one time. She even said that maybe this is the first international student that pass two subjects at once. Yeay! Alhamdulillah.

I feel like suddenly I'm free and have nothing to worried about. Hahaha. Of course this isn't the case. I still have halfway to go - even more, maybe? I still have one/two paper(s) to get published, one dissertation and one oral defense. Anyone care to join? Haha

During the waited period, I promised to do three day fasting if I pass the exams. And today I finished the fasting. Out of my expectation, I feel so.. - can't really describe it. It's something a mixture of relax, happy, good mood and worry-less. It feel so good. I think it's even better than when I found out that I pass the exam. 

Alhamdulillah.

So here I am,

Anisa Larasati, PhD Candidate :)