Few days ago, I re-watched this fawsome Indonesian movie called 3 Hari Untuk Selamanya (Three days to forever). The movie tells a story of Yusuf (Nicholas Saputra), a middle-class muslim guy who has been assigned the task of transporting an ancient dinner set for his relative's wedding at an Indonesian town called Yogyakarta. Normally, such an important responsibility would prove no problem for a clean cut young man like Yusuf, but when his unpredictable cousin Ambar (Adinia Wirasti) decides to come along for the ride, a delivery that was supposed to take just one day becomes a three day odyssey into the hedonistic world of contemporary youth culture.
When I saw it for the first time years ago, I didn't quite feel the spirit of the movie. But now I feel like I am emotionally attached by it, I think the hubbubs of Ambar and Yusuf's lives excellently reflect the common circumstances encountered in most of Indonesian's post-adolescences. I don't exactly know why, but maybe because I'm currently transitioning to a young adult, I can definitely relate to this movie. It got me homesick! I miss the convenience of living in Indonesia and I can't stop playing one of the movie's soundtrack songs, float-pulang, on repeat. This movie made me contemplate (again), why did I ever decide to leave such an amazing country in which my loved ones reside. Indonesia has got its 'distinct' environment, the mix between traditional and modern lifestyle makes it really easy for everybody to fall in love. Isn't it beautiful huh? compared to the bustling city of toronto where love, withers. Torontonians are able to define the use of money, but they just don't understand the sweet meaning of life, as we, Indonesians do.
Not to mention, everything is pirated in Indonesia (which is good), I can buy 2 good-quality dvds for a dollar right in front of my home. I can buy (originally) hundreds bucks software for literally thousand times cheaper. Information flows very quickly. Every guy owns at least a fake pair of nudie jeans, the gals are such sweet babes, the pride, the formals, the malls, the movies, ahhh, only Indonesian could understand. I want to turn grey and fucking die in Indonesia!
If I could just transfer my credits to a decent Indonesian university, if it just worked as It does here, or If I just didn't have to start over, believe me, I would go back home. Yes! regardless the months of studying SAT and crafting essays for the scholarship, regardless the thousand times better working opportunity and standard of living, I would go back, heck, I would. After few months apart from my family and my best friends, I have come to realize, life is not always about getting rich. I used to not believe this, but it's actually true, money doesn't define happiness. There were days here, when I got so blue, something was always aching in my heart, and I knew, that must be because I didn't feel complete and content here. Oh yes for fuck's sake, I regret it. I regret coming here :(
