99 Pieces of RM1

Hi hi~

These days, my wallet is fat. Like physically fat. Why? Well, this grocery store gave me a huge amount of money. A huge amount with a little value. Granted, RM99 is quite a lot.

A few days ago, I had to pick up Aqila from school but before that, I have to go to the clinic near my house because I desperately need to get rid of this ‘ketumbit’ on my right eye. Since I’m too lazy to park and also, I have to pick up Aqila ASAP because Arieq (Miel’s brother) is riding with us. That poor boy always went home late when he’s with us, that’s why I was in such a hurry.

Before going to the clinic, I told Fyo to buy that durian flavored ice cream that he liked (to keep him still in the car). Like I said, I was in a hurry, so I just reached whatever money I found on my desk. I didn’t realize that the money that I took was RM100 until Fyo gave me the change.

The ice cream was only RM1 and I get it, buying it with a RM100 note is a bit over the top. Though, seriously, giving me 99 pieces of RM1? I was like whaaaaaaat?!!!!

When I got home, I begged my parents to exchange the money with them. Of course they said no. Aqila gets monthly allowance and Arfyo is still on his post-operation break. Why in the world would they need that much RM1 notes, said them while laughing their a** off.

I was planning on shoving those money inside my panda-bank but uhhhhmmm… I need that RM99.

So that is how I ended up with a really fat wallet. It’s usually fat with a little amount of huge valued cash; it being full with RM1 is quite rare. Kahkahkah xD

I guess I’ll just bear with it for now xD RM1 is not so bad. I’m not so fond of it because it kinda cause me to spend a lot more money, y’know. I hate small changes owing to the fact of it’s little value. You rarely count those cash (unless you’re totally broke a.k.a. me at the end of the month) so you’ll spend it with no worries.

Although, when you got home, you realized that you’ve spent 50% of that little-value-money. Having a little of it is fine; imagine me spending 50% of that RM99 on probably useless things *eyes-brawling kinda cry*

Pray for me so that I will spend those small change wisely, guys.

Tata~

M2H life: An Indonesian living in Malaysia

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As you all know (well maybe not everyone), I’m an Indonesian living in Malaysia. Those two countries are not that far. Just a 2 hours-ish flight and you’ve arrived.

I moved to Malaysia back in 2005. In the middle of August if I’m not wrong. Met new people, new friends and of course, a new environment.

 I’ve always been good with people. I know what they want and what they dislike. But, for an eight y/o (2006, my 1st year as a student in Malaysia), it’s quite scary. Before moving to Malaysia, I stayed at my grandma’s house in Malang. I finished my Year 1 of primary school there. When I arrived in Malaysia, language was my barrier. You see, I was so ‘medok’. As in my Javanese was on point! Yes, ‘was’ because I suck at it now.

When I first moved here, Malaysia and Indonesia are not in a really good relationship. This and that, alhamdulillah, my family and I found nice people here. We now have a few friendly and kind Malaysians as close friends.

My classmates and schoolmates are my favs. True, there are some ups and downs but heck! They’re the best friends anyone can have!!! Never once in my life, they ever disgrace me or insult me about my nationality. Friends, love you alllll!!!!!!!!!

Though I gotta admit, the teachers can be quite annoying. My 10 fingers are not fully open, so yeah, just a few.

I remember one time, during my Form 1 year, a teacher asked me about my nationality. I told her, I’m an Indonesian. She asked me,

“Ayah awak kerja cleaner lah?”

I said back,

“Yeah, dia boss cleaner”

My friends were furious! Like, chill lah guys. She’s insulting my dad, not yours. But yeah you get the point. My friends are sooo precious! Btw, my dad is not a cleaner guys, he’s a specialist. A specialist at scolding me. Hahahahaha xD

There’s the Indon thingy. I hate that word! Even now. I used to be freaking mad at people who said that forbidden word, but now that I know the truth, I can’t blame them. Though I still correct them.

The word ‘Indon’ was created by Indonesians themselves. Those ‘foreign’ workers named themselves ‘Indon’ so, that is why Malaysians call us ‘Indon’.

Okay, now to straightened things up, we are INDONESIAN and not Indon.

We feel very insulted if you called us ‘Indon’. If you still want to use the ‘Indon’ word then please refer that to those uneducated people. I know that I sounded rude, but that’s the truth. They called themselves that, but most of us educated Indonesians hate that word. It sounds so ugly and disgusting. It’s a total insult.

Next is the proud-being-an-Indonesian thingy. You see, I gotta admit, Indonesian tend to be so proud of our country. Even I’m proud being an Indonesian (though its freaking f****d up now). Indonesians are not like before, where its people love their country with their whole being. Indonesians these days only knew how to destroy their country’s reputation (well, not all of them. Some people are doing great things for our country). You may call me stupidly proud for loving my country, but hey, if we’re not the one who protects our country; then who will?

You may not feel it if you’re living in Indonesia. Though if you live abroad; that’s a different story. Ironically, my school always celebrated Malaysia’s Independence Day on the 17th of August which falls on Indonesia’s Independence Day. I will try to skip it if I can, but that’s impossible. I’m needed everywhere xD jk.

Do you have any idea how painful it was? I don’t know, maybe it’s because of my high patriotism spirit; I cried every time. Sometimes, I have to be the flag bearer you see. I declined, but I was still forced to do it (see, I’m irreplaceable guys xD). Every time the Jalur Gemilang was raised, I’ll cry. Call me over the top, but hey, I just love my country too much.

When you live abroad, you tend to not take things for granted.

So, why am I writing this actually?

It is because someone said something about my love for my country. I live in Malaysia and I love it here. Moving to Malaysia was probably the best thing that ever happened to me. I grew up here, have nice friends and great acquaintances. True, not everyone is as lucky as I am, but Malaysia is not that bad. I went back to Indonesia and stayed there for 5 months ish and trust me when I say that I don’t want to live there. Yeah, I love my country but the crowdedness. Dang. I live in Cyberjaya&Putrajaya. Probably one of the cleanness and most quiet place in Malaysia, not to mention breathtakingly beautiful.

Malaysia’s great, but Indonesia is where my heart is. I may hate its crowdedness, nevertheless, I love it with all my heart. It’s one of the things that I will put my life on the line for (and can get very mad if you insult it). It’s my country and I am allowed to love it like a fool. If you can love a boy like an idiot, why can’t you love your country?

What I want to say here is that, Malaysia and Malaysians are great (though gotta to admit, Malaysians can be freaking rude. My mom’s friends were traumatized to come here again due to the local people rudeness) and they’re also changing for the better.

You should not judge people’s love for their country as well. What’s wrong with being overly proud? True, your country may be quite sh*tty sometimes but hey; which country doesn’t?

There’s a lot of Indonesian expatriate here in Malaysia and not all of them are bad. Look at me. The Indonesians students before me were stupid scheisse but somehow, I manage to leave a good impression to Malaysians in my school. Heck, I wouldn’t be getting one of the best student award if I’m bad, right? I’m not trying to brag. I just want to tell you what I feel about this whole Indonesia-Malaysia thingy.

If humans and aliens (superman a.k.a. Henry Cavill, the hottest superman alive! <3) can coexist, why can’t these two countries love each other? Well, the situation is better now than before. But humans are greedy creatures.

“I need more! I want more! Give me more!” said Allya who wants more ice cream (or more fats in her body xD)

That’s all for today.

Tata~

P.S. Do forgive my messy writing and grammar. I’m so sleepy right now but I wanna write something. Degil. Hahahahaha xD

P.P.S. I wrote this for fun. Not to start a war. This is my PERSONAL OPINION. Others may have different opinions. I’m a young girl who haven’t live long enough to know about the world. Do forgive me if I said something insulting. Again, it;s MY PERSONAL OPINION. I’m not representing the whole Indonesians who live in Malaysia. Nope, not going to be responsible for shouldering a million of people’s opinion.

HELO CAT CAFE & BOUTIQUE, PUTRAJAYA

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So, I’ve went there twice and was satisfied by it though there are some cons.

I accidentally stumbled across them when I got their brochure which was placed on my car’s front mirror(?). I was excited I tell you, excited!!!

I hurriedly Line my cousin and Kak Chika. Of course, they were ecstatic! Ame (my cousin) even went to Malaysia for it (not really :p).

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This cafe is located at Bazaar@8 in Presint 8, Putrajaya. It’s across the only Shell gas station in Putrajaya and is next to the Seri Wawasan Bridge.

The shop is facing the houses not the main road.

It’s on the 2nd floor and this is what you’ll see when you’re going up the stairs.

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You have to open your shoes before entering the shop and if possible, do not wear socks unless you want them to smell like cat pee.

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The posters in front of the main door.

 

Below is the seating positions. Sitting on the floor is the best since it’s cold and comfy (fluffy rugs ♥∪♥).

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Jajans and cheap drinks.

Below is the menu but this is the old version. When I went there the second time I forgot to take its picture. It didn’t change much. They just added a few new foods.

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Some of the wall arts inside and outside the cafe. Perfect for taking pictures  ❤

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So unlike cat cafes in Japan or Korea; the cats are kept inside a room. They are not allowed inside the eating area thus you can only play inside that room.

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There’s around 7 cats but 2 cats are being kept inside a cage since they’re freaking active.

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When I went there for the first time, we can see these 2 hidden cats but later we aren’t allowed to enter that personnel-only room.

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For the foods, they’re bearable. The chicken popcorn and mushroom soup was delicious. The Samyang kills but I don’t recommend the burger and fries.

They’re not grilled burger but steamed burger. Got no cheese. Only the liquid cheese thingy.

For the fries, they’re full of oils. I can’t stand oils so yeah…

It’s a self-service cafe thus you have to order and take the food yourself.

Ah the reason why they’re called boutique is because they sell some clothes and stuffs. I didn’t took pics of the products but I do have this picture below xD

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Their always-sold-out product. Hand socks xD

 I am very satisfied with the services. They waitresses are kind and the food arrived fast.

  • Cheap foods
  • Got adorable cats
  • Cold

Basically this cafe is a go-to-hang-out place.

Though I don’t recommend this to those who have cats allergies and can’t stand the smell of oil. Since the kitchen is in the same place as the eating area, the smell of oil is quite overwhelming.

This cafe have a huge con for a hang out place, though.

IT HAS NO WIFI

Other than that it’s all good. Do come~

Tata~