one month break, contemplating about “home”

After a year without a proper break, finally I had it-what Japanese called 卒業旅行 (red: graduation holiday). I was exhausted this one year from the intern, job hunting, seemingly never endless-papers, dissertation, defense, exam…

So many rejections, so many dramas.

Actually, I am in the middle of one month-leave now. I blatantly told my professor that I am going on holiday for real this time, and I will be busy. I don’t want him to expect me to give quick result and analysis on my remaining work. As expected from him, he only laughed while saying “I know.” He’s really like my own father (lol).

So I went home- to my parents’ house in Indonesia- for a month. But my room doesn’t feel like my room anymore, because my brother has been using it every time he and his family visit our parents’ home. I feel like a guest there. I also couldn’t go anywhere in my hometown and I realized that I had been depended on certain someone (that had gone) all this time in my hometown (lol).

My hometown is not my “home” anymore.

After a week of doing nothing in my hometown, I went to Jakarta by train and flew to Belitung Island. I loved its beaches. I loved its coffee. I loved its live music in its cafe. But I couldn’t imagine myself living in this city for longer than a week. Here are some photos I took there.

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the world doesn’t revolve around you

Four days ago I woke up and the first thing I did was checking my phone. I wanted to know what time it was. Scrolling down the notifications on the phone and there it was, his message. “Can I call you? Just a minute.”

I replied OK and we talked over the phone for almost an hour. To sum up, he met a girl, they had connection, he confessed, she said yes, and he planned to propose to that girl. And he wanted to make sure that I was fine with it.

Not all days started off like this. 

your loving, vincent

 

Sun Over Walled Wheat Field

Loving Vincent (2017), (see the trailer here), is the world’s first fully painted feature film. More than 100 painters painted each of the 65.000 film frames in oil paints. I went to see it yesterday in Roppongi and I can still remember every detail of its frames. It was truly a feast for the eyes.

Internship in Japan

Oh, hi.

Two posts in a week, huh? I guess I’ve been quite free lately ;p

Well, that’s actually not the case.

I have been doing an internship in IBM Research Japan since this year’s September, and I am gonna finish next year’s February. It’s quite interesting, so I thought I’ll share my experience of applying and well, doing an internship in a company in Japan. I only applied to IBM Japan so this information might only apply to this particular company.