Apa yang membuat seseorang disebut sebagai orang Indonesia? Saya, Mick Basa, berasal dari Filipina, dan sekarang pindah ke Indonesia. Ini adalah sebuah keputusan yang diawali kisah dan penemuan pribadi yang sangat menyentuh, beberapa tahun yang lampau.
Thinkers of ancient civilisations like Aristotle have long laid philosophical civilisations of friendship. That’s thousand of years ago, and today our generation has difficulty of telling which among those we add as ‘friends’ on Facebook are, by our definition, our true friends.
Some of Indonesia’s hidden gems are its promising indie musicians, though it’s unfortunate that many them are unheard of in many parts of the world. One of the reasons is, of course, the songs are written in Bahasa Indonesia. So if you’re a foreigner wanting to check out the country’s sprawling independent music scene, good luck doing that.
It has been a wonderful year. I have been granted an opportunity to pursue graduate studies in Indonesia for two years, a much-needed break after spending six years doing journalism in the Philippines.
Never in my history I have I worn medium-sized shirts. I wore one last Tuesday, a grey Terra Nova polo shirt. I gave up more than 70 pounds of my body weight to lifestyle change. They all ask me what secret pill it was. There is no pill, I would always say; only hard work and determination to sustain what took me a year to solve my weight problem. Hard work meant constant 1000-metre swimming laps at the pool every other day, 20-minute run every single day, and conscious resistance to high-calorie food. When the same questions are thrown again and again, I get irritated.
“Kakak (kuya), when are you coming back?” Rubertu asked.
“I don’t know, ‘Po,” I told him.