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The first time I told mom I wanted to live in Indonesia, she told me that I couldn’t afford living like an Indonesian.
With my fairytale upbringing, there’s no way I could live on grassroots.
No way could I stuff myself in rickshaws in sardine-can-typed buses when my brothers each have luxury cars by the dozens.
No way could a Saudi be living on a stipend of Rp3Million (that’s just $300 to you, including rent and utility) a month when my brother can make and spend SR30’000 in a day.
No way could a girl from Dar Al-Hanan could wear the same clothes for more than 5 years when it’s a brand new SR500 thobe for the boys every month.
No way could the owner of a four-poster bed could live in a 3x4 house and be happy sharing it with a cat and dog when the boys sleep and dine and entertain (oh, how the word seems to unfamiliar to me right now) in a 7-bedroom-9-bathroom showcase villa.
No way could I use a river (right in the open fuckinit! WOooOHOooO!) as my squat-toilet when the boys shit on marble and wipe with currencies.
If you haven’t noticed, I come from a bitchassfucking rich family by Indonesian standards. The RichDadPoorDad boys kept reminding me that, “Life is complicated with money, but it’s more complicated without it,” when I told him that I don’t like money because my arithmetic abilities sucked-disastrously.
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How could your life not be so complicated if your freedom is bound to so much money-accessed locks?
How could you enjoy walking yourself to work when you’ve been floating over smooth asphalt, snuggled in so much leather?
How could you be silenced with the singing of croaking frogs and chattering crickets when the only music you hear were produced in studiorooms?
You can’t hear if you never listen.
I love you…
You can’t travel when you don’t have anywhere to go to.Home.
You can’t want it if you don’t need it.Bling.
You can’t get it if you don’t touch it with your heart.Knowledge.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a mall-firefly. It’s every so often that I find my eyes glued on something begging to be bought. But with the grass tucked in my hair, I smell the fragrance that hushes the freedom of contentedness, “Do you need it, or do you want it?”
What’s your spellbound curse? How do you break it?
17 afterthinkers:
I've recently begun stalking your blog and found myself amazed. I think that you could get good money actually publishing this, make it a sort of blog-book... a blook?
Stunning post! Keep it up! ^_^
Awwh, I just love compliments :D
Thanks, Hon, will consider the suggestion with utter seriousness.
What's Lambeth like?
Yeah hning you need to put ads on your blog.
I made... this is going to surprise your "bitchassfucking rich family" standards. The figure is astronmical...
$5 in 3 months. Oh yeah baby I'm living the true playboy life.
I really really liked this post. You gave up material things and choose to live LIFE. That is something that not too many people can do. Keep it up. We love you :)
Oh, and I am considering to make those astronomical figures. As long that it doesn't make my blog look like a web page from the late 90s.
I love you too!!!
*hugs and kisses and slobbery smooches*
Thanks, Noqtah.
Oh come on!! You said "when my brother can make and spend SR30’000 in a day"!! How? If both of them are still getting their pocket's money from daddy!! unfortunately there is someone around who knows you and your family well,so no more lies to satisfy your narcissism desires,please..
Oh shush,
Your comments are so tiring.
And boring.
I'm not writing an accounting report; it really doesn't make a difference if they make 30 thousand rupiah or riyal or taka.
The point of this blog is goofy narcissism. I write for my personal and most narcissistic pleasure, and my audience are here for the fun of it.
If you’re not having fun reading, if your whole intention here is to crosscheck the facts, then move on and make your own blog, you big jerk!
So, shush!
Please!
It is sooooooo odd. One just does not seem to encounter such wild wealth in Europe. Maybe they hide or something. Hmmm. Plenty of wealthy people, but THAT wealthy...
Wonderful post. I applaud your courage. Personally, as much as I'd want to get in touch with my inner Indonesian I don't think I'd ever gather enough guts to do something as drastic as moving back to the old country. You have my admiration :)
Shale,
Actually you do. It's just that the same amount of money is seen roving from hand to hand faster in Europe because the livelihood standards there are higher than in Saudi Arabia.
And Europeans probably have less tendency to show off their wealth. :P
SaudiJava
Thank you.
^_^
hello! nice place you have here. I'd like it if you'd take time to visit my blog
CoralBead,
I have.
You're a Virgo, same age as I am, an ex-teacher, and with Saudi Arabia in your history.
I know things about you now.
But I still don't know you, do I?
Wanna tell me more?
Wow, I love the grace with which you answer to comments! *admires*
And nay I wasn't referring to putting ads. Have you not heard of the modern phenomenon of publishing blogs? I'm referring to printed copies which you'd go on to selling like books.
Clearly not every blog can do that, people don't tend to want to buy and read 14-year-old-schoolgirl type entries "Hi liek today i wuz so liek depresd." *rolls eyes* But your writings are just... delicious! REALLY consider it!
But of course, if selling out will defy your Indonesian nature probably just keep it low key :P
All the best xx
Wow. This is true. Showing wealth is only done in Europe by those people who have none.
We were at a wedding in India recently, in which both the families were quite well-off. On the way up to the wedding, a marching band plays and everybody dances on the street. Members of the family wave small denomination rupee notes above the heads of the band members, and the band members jump for them. I have never been so embarrassed.
The worst thing is, we had been guiltily making cruel jokes about playing Euro-monkey for the two weeks prior. Our fictitious Euro-monkey game involved us waving Euro notes above the heads of poor people and making them jump and do tricks. This was a joke.
Congrats on the AdSense!
A bit of advice: Google keeps track of IPs. So if you click on your own ads repeatedly, they will ban you. Trust me, I know. Lol.
Good luck :)
Hning
Are you still living in Indonesia? Amazing how did you make this transition from living in Saudi to live in Indonesia? In Saudi life is easy and your life is a straight line. Here you see the extreme rich and the poor and the gap is getting wider every day. What attract you to Indonesia? I have been there, it is a beautiful country.
Jamal,
Sometimes I wonder if one of the reasons I'm comfortable with living in Indonesia is because I was born here, raised in an Indonesian household in Jeddah, and look Indonesian.
So, I don't think that the change was very drastic.
And about the extremes in class differences, well, it's systematic. And it's okay, because humans aside, Indonesia indeed is still very beautiful.
Like every place you love.
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