So I live in countryside 300 km from Surabaya East Java. If u haven’t about heard that island – Java – u better check it out… people knows Java programming platform, but my island is not that popular on earth.
Sometimes, coming home can be such killer for me. Since, I can’t do nothing right here in this village. There is no such discussion on electrical eng., no lab, no library in which I used to sleep all the day after classes, I can’t even ask my friends go to movie. Yes, this is village, many miles away from those shits. What can I expect from this place…? The only thing I can do is following social activities, like ceremonial meal, something like housewarming, etc. It’s Java, where traditionally your neighbor is your big family.
But, who would think that this is the only thing that gives me peace, more than anything? Yes I mean it. I don’t know how to tell about this feeling. I call it peace. This is such thing that comes in through ur soul when u hear ur favorite songs. For me it could be just like, ah, God Is an Astronaut’s songs, Muse, or just any kinda song gives u the most damned *** ever in your life.
So, I look out the window of my room in which I write this story then I post it online. It’s just a big farm land outside. I remember my childhood with those kids and girls, playing some fun after school. But, they ain’t here anymore. Everyone has gone; they went to the city for college, finding jobs, etc.
Whatever.. as long as these songs play on my electronic, and I can feel this nature’s spirit the peace never gone so far. Green rice fields, mountains range, and fishermen in the harbor… this is my county, where one day I would go back and spend the rest of my life.
