Sette Marzo Due Mile Dodici ;)

Oggi voglio augurarti, Papà. Volevo farlo da vicino, però non ce la faccio. Una cosa importante è la distanza non mi fa dimenticare il tuo compleanno. Mi ricordo benissimo. Anche un paio di giorni prima. Devi sapere che io ti voglio bene. Io mi manchi. Anche Mamma ed Idham.

Faccio quest'video. Almeno posso dimostrare quanto io vi voglio bene.

Scusatemi se lo faccio male. Allora, tanti auguri di Buon compleanno di nuovo.

Spero che nel quest'anno, le cose saranno meglio di e per te, anche per noi stessi.

Buon Compleanno. Ti voglio bene. Vi amo. 

Salute con grandissimi abbracci dall'Italia.

Atika 

Vogliamo Augurarti, Mammina nostra!

February 28th was my Italian mom's birthday. It was officially yesterday. Mamma Rosanna. She's one of two best mothers I've had. She's smart, well-educated, well-organized, she cooks well, she speaks free, she smiles every single time she listens to my stories, she teaches me everything since the first time I was here, she gives me many Italian food's recipe. She ain't look like my Indonesian mom, but I can barely feel her (ibu) when I'm with her (mamma). I instantly feel like the most fortunate girl in the world when knowing that know I don't have two mothers or something like that, I have one Ibu and one Mamma. I love them both. Without saying too much, Stefania (my host sister who's now in China) and I made a super great and memorable birthday surprise for our mom. We made the video with little-Stefania's photos, and we also made some words written on papers about her. Well, distance doesn't apparently separate us!
The day before, I seemed like I don't fucking care with her birthday, but in fact, I remember it weeeeell!  then I planned to write many birthday wishes on a birthday card that I've brought from Indonesia. It seemed so silly also with pictures and drawings by three colors of markers. Because basically I haven't any idea what should I draw on. It seemed totally ridiculous. It was even worse than a 3-years-old-kid's hand-drawing.
But well, since I had to go to school that morning, I prepared well and fast, after finishing them all, I went out from my room by saying 'Tanti Auguri di Buon Compleanno, Mammina!' She was a little bit surprised. She was happy, and instantly got pinked. I wished her many things. She hugged me. She said that she loves me sooooo much.
Then I left home. The previous day, Me and Stefania had organized something secretly. She didn't contact mom for many days, neither sent her an email. She told me that on mom's birthday, we shall talk on skype. Then we stopped the conversation. She said 'see you tomorrow' :*

The next day, Antonio Roccia and Stefania have connected each other on skype while I was still at school, He sent me a message to be fast appeared on skype. 'Ok Ok, calm dowwwwwwn, dude!' hahah.

While we were having lunch, I said to my mom that I didn't feel well. So I got an idea to pretend that something had happened with my computer and got so terribly panicked. I was so cruelly pretended yesterday. Then at the certain point, I showed her my computer (that first I told her it was ruined by viruses) which has been connected with Stefania's skype. She was soooooo fucking surprised. We talked, Stefania did her own surprise. Mamma was crying. Happily cried. She was personally blessed to have us. Awwww :)

This was 'Ours' for our 'Her'

These were MINE.

Then we showed her 'our' distance-made video about her. She continued crying. She hugged me, she wanted also hug Stefania, but still, we're tooooo far to each other. Finally we stopped crying and start talking such many things. We laughed, shouted, talked continuously together. After around 2 hours skyped, we stopped it and .......... again......... Happy Birthday, Mamma! ti vogliamo bene! 

Italian Valentine

Valentine's day has just passed. It was about a week and five days ago. I personally didn't celebrate it, and so did my Italian family. But one day before Valentine's day; which as we believed as a day of love, I randomly thought that It'd be great to do something strangely new. I decided to walk around my city to find something red that symbolized love. But still, I didn't believe even it's the strongest reason why Valentine's day believed as a day of love. For me, it lasts forever. If it's a true love, it lasts forever. It never marked even on a particular day like on every February 14th. Then while I was walking around Poggiomarino, I went to a stationery shop to buy some postcards and Valentine's cards. I planned to write and send them to my closes; my family, my close friends, and my deskmate. I started to write them after studying that evening. I was just like playing hide and seek with Anna; my host-sister. I didn't want she knew what I was writing about. Then I wrote 'Buon San Valentino, e ti voglio tanto bene!' to each person who I loved. For my dad, I gave it when he came into my bedroom a day after I wrote it. He hugged me tightly and thanked me that I'm doing sweetly to everybody. Unyuuuuuu.
And I gave two others to my mom and my grandmother in the kitchen while I was drinking a glass of milk in the  morning before going to school. And still...they hugged my as same tight as my dad did. They were all so sweeeeet. They did the same since I met them. And for my beloved sister, I gave her secretly. She was still sleeping when I slipped the card on her Economic book's pages. She didn't know anything about that card. Then I left, and actually I also wrote two other cards for my best female friends; Simona, Veronica, Nunzia and Carolina, and for my best deskmate, Corrado :)

They were all happy to receive them. At around 10 in the morning when I was having lesson in the school, Anna sent me a message like this, 'Grazie mille sorellina mia, anche a te Buon san valentino!'
She felt surprised and so did I. I loved the sweet her, a lot!

After coming back home, Papà gave us (the ladies) bunches of red roses and packs of chocolates. He thanked us for being his ladies -_-

But overall, I love my Italian Valentine.

Thousands Miles Far From Home.

First I was thinking that I was the only Indonesian student who live in Napoli, Italy. It was so despressing. I felt hardly blue to realize that I live in Napoli which is 893 km far from Torino, and 756 km far from Brescia. Two other girls who live there named Rifa and Seira. I desired as hell to go at least to meet both of them. Sometimes I just treat myself crazy like; damn, I'm so fucking alone here, there's no one even just to talk to (because at that time, Ari, an Indonesian lady was going back to Indonesia with her husband and her two sons). As days went by, boredom greeted me that often. Then after weeks, someone added me to join in PPI ITALIA's group page; which is a group for Indonesian students who study and live in Italy for certain time. Then we began to talk, chat, and even tried to find each of us out. I was in Napoli so about three of Napoli's students chatted me by saying 'hello' and other things about introductions. They were Masteng, Mbak Evi, dan Mbak Sisca. Mbak Evi is actually an Indonesian language lecturer in one of big universities in Napoli, she married with an Italian man named Mauro, and they have one daughter named Lara, she's about 5 years old.
And Mbak Sisca also married with an Italian man named Francesco and they have a son named Giuseppe, while Masteng itself is a Student of two Universities in Italy; Napoli and Ancona. They are all smart people. And we began to talk to each other on facebook. They asked me where I live, where I go to school and such many other classic questions. Then, one day Mbak Evi called me and tried to talk to my Italian parents that she planned to meet me and come to my house. We were all agree. And when the day came, we all met and did such many things together. I love her daughter, Lara. So much!

Lara Russo

Months passed by, Mbak Evi and Masteng came again to my house. It was around December after Christmas. It was so fucking cold which I've never adapted to. We planned to go to Salerno together to take a walk and see a giant Christmas tree there.

Papà, Mamma, Mauro, Mbak Evi, Tika in Salerno 2011

We've visited also Pompei and other big cities in Campania together. I just loved spending days with them, when I can free and easily talk Indonesian language which I missed so freaking much. I could say all of my 'unek-unek'.

One day in Pompei

And another meeting, I thought it was our first meeting in 2012 and our first complete meeting. Me, Masteng, Mbak Evi and Mbak Sisca finally agreed to meet together on February 19th 2012 in Angri where Mbak Evi lived. The mommas (Mbak Evi and Mbak Sisca), prepared a lot of things for lunch; such as Pastas for the main menu, and other sweets and cheesy things (because basically Italian lunch is so strikely varied).
That day, we also celebrated Masteng's graduations, and 'accompanying' him before going back to Indonesia whether to stay there and get married or to continue his study. He's about to leave from Napoli on February 25th and he'll take a long flight from Milan to Jakarta on March 5th. That day, honestly was one of my happy days ever. It wasn't my last time to meet him, but I'm a little bit unsure to meet him after coming back to Indonesia, since I know It will be a little bit difficult to reach other islands; which have to be reached whether by airplanes or ships.
I won't end that day, but at the same day, It was also my deskmate's birthday, Corrado. I needed to go to his house for celebrating it also with others. And at last, at least before going to Corrado's party, I've said many things to my another-postponed-brother, Masteng. I wished a lot of the best things for him. I asked him also for wishing me back. hahaha.

Our together-lunch, February 19th 2012

Mbak Sisca and Lara

Masteng and his 'Auguri-cake'

 PPI ITALIA in Napoli.

Carolina, Lucia, Tika, Salvatore, Corrado, Giusy, Ilaria, and Giovanna

I love my exchange year, I love my Indonesian friends, and I love my half-Indonesian-and-Italian friends.

Napoli-Chelsea 3-1, San Paolo.

Still...It's been a long time. And now I decided to reopen my blog to write something from my own diary #cieee  #unyu.
Well today's already February 24th which means it remains a few months for staying here, in the middle of Napoletan people. But guys, I'm not about to post something blue or something about my 'I-won't-go-home'.

Ok, I'll write about the things happened on February 21st. Anyway our school gave us three days of holidays because generally on February 21st and 22nd are Carnival days which also contains religious beliefs in. Firstly I thought that it'll be so fun by seeing people dressed themselves up; they pretended to be gorgeous stars of even those 'very-cute' cartoon characters. But all I passed was totally different. I didn't see those people, I didn't dress myself up, I didn't celebrate this-year-carnival.
Jadi begini ceritanya..........................................................
Pagi ditanggal 21 Februari itu gue diajak Anna ke Pompei buat beli syal-syal nya Napoli. Karena malemnya bakalan ke Stadion San Paolo buat nonton Napoli-Chelsea. Terus kita ke Castel dell'Ovo di Napoli, buat iseng-iseng kali aja pemain Chelsea lg pada ke sana. Eh bener, pas sampe gue yang 'buseeeeeet! 17 tahun hidup baru kali ini ngeliat Drogba, Torres, Lampard, Terry, dll langsung. Bener-bener cuman beberapa meter di depan mata'. Tapi kondisi gak terlalu kondusif karena banyak wartawan, kamerawan, dan orang-orang yg gak kalah semwraut pengen foto bareng pemain Chelsea.
Pertandingan mulai jam 20.45 tapi gue, Anna, dan Francesco (sahabat Anna) udah dengan atribut lengkap sampe di Stadion San Paolo jam 4 sore. Sepanjang perjalanan kita nyanyi, ketawa sambil makan-makanan yg dibekalin mamma di tas ransel biru tosqa-ku. Sejenak jadi keingetan gimana freak nya gue sama Persija atau Timnas Indonesia. Gak mau ketinggalan, temen-temen di Indonesia yg saat itu lg pada 'ngegosipin' Napoli-Chelsea pada tebak-tebakan skor akhir. Ada yg bilang 1-1, 2-1, 3-1, dll. Prediksi mereka bervariasi. Gue, yang tau permainan Napoli di beberapa pertandingan terakhir gak terlalu memuaskan, gak muluk-muluk. Gue prediksiin 1-1 buat Napoli-Chelsea.

Stadio San Paolo, Napoli 2012

Il biglietto della partita

Well now, forget about those score predictions. Let's talk about what we've sung about. It was about Napoli. Anna and Francesco have taught me many Napoletan songs; and it was obviously hard to memorize. They were all in dialect; which were 109545839 times more difficult than Italian itself.
I tried to memorize well, I pronounced as shit, but I understood as well. We let the car's windows opened. Then all people outside could hear us easily (omg this sounds so bitchy).
Honestly I won't tell you guys about the lines that we did before entering the stadium. It was too tired to be told. It was so tiring as hell.
And believe it or not, it was one of my happiest day ever ever and ever! My emotion was burnt, and so did my adrenalin. I was so ready with all things in 'light-blue' which in Italian is 'Azzuri'. I took a lot of photos during the day and the match.

Para supporter dengan atribut lengkapnya.

I saw Petr Cech and friends did such a 'Goalkeepers'-warming-up'. I was so exited while the others were just like mocking at them. Then at the same time, our Napoli entered to do as same warming up as Chelsea did.

The Goalkeepers' warming up

Then at 20:45 the match began. It was so hot. Each team played well. Awalnya, Napoli ketinggalan 0-1 dengan Chelsea, tapi gak berapa lama kemudian goal pertama Napoli dicetak Pocho Lavezzi (22). Penonton di tribun semuanya langsung teriak, nyanyi, peluk siapapun itu di kanan dan kiri mereka, kayak gue, Anna dan Francesco. I sincerely loved the way we celebrated the goal. Francesco hugged us while singing 'weeee! oleee ole ole ole, Pocho Pocho!
I LOVE IT.
Then di menit-menit terakhir babak pertama, gawang Cech dibobol lagi oleh sang 'El Matador', Edison Cavani. Sorak-sorai dan teriakan pun terdengar jelaaaaaas sekali dari tribun dan yg pasti kanan kiri depan belakang gue. One more celebration, dudes! We hugged each other.

Selama 15 menit waktu istirahat, kita makan makanan yg disanguin mamma, kayak roti isi daging sapi, sama snacks lainnya.
2nd Half time was started, and we sang all along the match. We wouldn't stop it until we won! 'Perchè vogliamo vincere, vogliamo vincere, per sempre!'
Peluang-peluang belum membuahkan hasil, sampai usaha umpan dari Cavani yg disambut mulus oleh Pocho akhirnya membuat lega para Tifosi Napoletani. Dan lagi....Sorak sorai dan selebrasi pun digelar bebas! haha
Pertandingan berakhir dengan skor 3-1 untuk Napoli. That's why I'm proud to be Napoletana! That's why I'm proud to say that I love Napoli!

Di hari yang sama, Bologna berhasil menekuk Fiorentina 2-0 (gak penting sih padahal).

THE CHAMPIOOOOONS!

Well briefly, just for saying, it wasn't my first time to go to that stadium or to see Napoli's players. But it was my first time to feel that excited. It was even undescribable. I couldn't describe how excited and how happy I was at that day. It was just like kak Irvan who went to San Siro to watch a certain match of Inter.
This thing that I want to thank whether to AFS or to Italy itself for bringing me to this kind of wonderful year. I can see such many football matches easily; especially for Serie A! Aaaah I'm dying as hellllll. I love this country. I just wanna tell you guys that it was about sense, atmosphere and the spirit! I got it all here which I got them differently when I was still and will be in Indonesia (again). This will be one of thousands things that I'll miss when I'm home #cieeeee #galau #iwontgohome #withoutyou #football.

Francesco-Tika 

Anna-Tika

2012!

Well it's been a long time .......................
This is officially my first post in 2012. It's been one month (and even more) since I posted my last post.
I'm not about to talk and to tell such many things now but at least I've posted something new.

Sekarang, pukul 00.01 waktu Italia, sedang berhadapan dengan laptop yang gue sandarin di bantal sofa berukuran kurang lebih 10 cm x10 cm di atas paha. Di sebelah ada Anna (Host sister) yang sedang sibuk dengan handphone nya. Gak kerasa, udah hampir 4 bulan di sini, 4 bulan jauh dari orang tua, temen-temen di Indonesia, udah hampir 4 bulan makan cereal dan kopi susu buat sarapan, berbagai jenis pasta untuk makan siang, udah hampir 4 bulan berjuang demi kelangsungan hidup, pertemanan, dan pencarian jati diri.

Dan gak kerasa udah 2012. Sekarang bilangnya udah bukan balik ke indo taun depan, emang bener-bener taun ini kan ya, udah itungan bulan. Tapi bener deh, gak pengen ngitungin bulan. Sekarang masih belom pengen pulang. Gak ngerti emang ya, kangen sih sama semuanya, tapi masih pengen di sini juga.
Trus kangen juga dibolehin ini itu, dibolehin ke sana ke sini sendiri, dibolehin ngapa-ngapain deh. Di sini harus ini kalo mau ini, ribet, susah.

Udah 2012 aja ya, gak ngerti deh harus seneng atau sedih.
It's already 2012, Time flies this fast, I don't even know what should I be. Happy or even just Sad?
è già 2012, il tempo vola così veloce. Non lo so che io devo essere felice o triste. Speriamo che saremo meglio in tutto. Buona fortuna per noi!

AUGURISSIMI DI BUON ANNO!