#manadonese

[im-madam-baby]

❝ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞❞

In this first post, I would like to introduce myself and share some of my personal background. I believe that getting to know someone's story can help build a better understanding and connection between people. So, here's a little bit about me.

Hello, I'm Heidi. My first name is supposed to be spelled with a 'y' as Heidy, but for safety reasons, I prefer to use Heidi and not include my full name. I am from Indonesia.

I was born in Dili, Timor Leste on June 30, 1998. Although I was born there, there were riots in Timor Leste at the time, so my late maternal grandmother took me to a safe place when I was a baby. My parents followed not long after, and the rest was a journey of moving from one city in Indonesia to another, which happened about four times.

Now try to keep up with me haha.

The first city I lived in after birth was Manokwari, West Papua, where I spent four years (1999-2003) while attending preschool. As a toddler, I don't recall much except for playing with my stuffed doll. I then relocated to Denpasar, Bali, where I lived for almost two years (2003-2005), including attending school from kindergarten through the end of first grade. During my time there, I studied and competed in an abacus competition, although I only remember receiving a number three sticker once and am unsure of its significance.

I also have a bit of a mystical story here about when I was a child when I was living in Bali, but this will be told at another time. For a spooky and horror story time.

Moving on, the second longest city I've lived in is Manado, North Sulawesi, where I spent eight years (2005-2013). As a result, the language spoken in my home is a mix of Manadonese and basic Indonesian, which is still used today. I attended school here from the second grade of primary school until the end of middle school.

When I first started middle school, I was placed in the top class for outstanding students, but for some reason, after seventh grade, the class was removed. Nonetheless, I finished in third place out of the top ten in my eighth-grade class.

I must admit that I'm not someone who talks much to my friends here; almost all of them think I'm mute. I was even verbally bullied; the boys didn't even want to approach me and always mocked me for not being able to speak. There was also a girl who used to make fun of me by saying I was mute until I threw an empty water bottle at her in anger. Basically, they thought I was a freak.

In reality, I only talked frequently with certain people. I was lucky to have five good friends with whom I could hang out. We even thought about forming a music band, but it never materialized because we weren't all good at playing our instruments, haha. I also hung out at my friends' houses, both inside and outside of my circle.

Despite the good times, it often felt like living in hell because others weren't as respectful. However, I now understand that we were all just kids back then, and people's attitudes, behaviors, and personalities inevitably change over time. While I never felt particularly close to them, I believe that people can and do change. Nevertheless, I have no desire to meet them, but I simply wish them a healthy and happy life.

Moving on, the city that I have been living in until now is Balikpapan, located in East Kalimantan, for the past nine years (2013-present). I attended high school here until I graduated, and then moved to Jakarta to pursue my bachelor's degree. However, whenever I had the opportunity to take a vacation for a couple of weeks, I flew back and forth on a plane to spend time at home. The following year, my sister joined me at the same university, so I occasionally flew back and forth with her.

I have many stories while studying offline at my university, but they will also be told at another time.

Mainly at my university, I became a class leader twice for two semesters. During my first year, I met four of my best friends, and together we formed a group called FHAIF, which is named after the five of us. I also have an amazing and thoughtful roommate, as well as another amazing, loud, and kind roommate. Additionally, I have a male best friend who is half-Thai and half-Indonesian, and several other friends whom I cannot describe individually due to the length of this introduction.

Furthermore, I befriended almost everyone in my field of study. I don't mean to brag, but it's true that our group, including myself, was well-known throughout the university among seniors and juniors alike. We were probably one of the most popular groups on campus.

My social environment underwent significant changes during my university years. I took part in various events and organizations, gaining valuable experience and making numerous new connections.

I also have some interesting crush stories to share, but that will have to wait for another time haha.

Anyway, returning to the subject of when I started living in Balikpapan, I won't deny that I had a bit of a culture shock moment at first. I struggled with learning the local language and adjusting to a new environment. I would observe the people around me, listen to how they spoke, and gradually adapt to my surroundings.

Eventually, I was able to make friends with a few people and gradually broaden my connections. People my age in this city are different from my friends in middle school in the previous city; they are friendlier and more respectful.

Although I didn't join any organization here, I've gained quite a bit of experience in making friends. As usual, I always hang out at my friends' houses whenever I am invited or permitted to do so. However, my parents refused to allow me to spend the night at a friend's house because it would be inconvenient for the hosts.

There was another time when I went to a funeral for one of my classmates, and everyone came to mourn and see the coffin being buried. However, I did not witness the burial because some Indonesians believe in superstitions that must be done before and after visiting the grave, and it takes quite a few things to do. So, I just stayed in my friend's car, waiting for the funeral burial to end with the rest of my friends.

Oh, and there was also another where I once skipped a class in high school, jumped the fence, and joined one of my classmates in her car with one of my friends, we were going somewhere I don't remember much about it now. Don't worry, this happened only once, or perhaps not.

I also remembered skipping some classes because I was sick with GERD. I called my mom and told her about it; I remember crying because of the pain. She became so concerned and rushed over to the school to pick me up.

The pain was so severe that I had to be lifted on a stretcher in the middle of a class. I couldn't walk or breathe and had to crouch on my desk while holding my stomach. It was even painful to move my left foot due to the pain in my lower abdomen.

Afterward, on the stretcher, I just covered my face because I was embarrassed to be seen like that by so many people along the way to the car.

But overall, those were all good times haha.

Anyhow, by the time you read this paragraph, I will already be 24 years old in 2022. I have two siblings who can be chaotic at times, and two loving parents. I'm the oldest of three children, with one sister and one brother. My 23-year-old sister is only a year and four months younger than me (born in 1999). While my younger brother, who is five years younger than me, is now 19 years old (born in 2003). The three of us are currently studying at our respective universities.

At home, according to my siblings, I am an angry and noisy person. I'm always angry at them and like to act like a child. As a result, my sister has saved me as "Madam Baby" in her phone contacts, and my brother has saved me as "Assistant" or "household assistant" (cry). It's because whenever I clean the house with my bare face, he says I look like one and teases me about it ...

They can be annoying at times, as we tend to make a big deal out of trivial matters.

We also enjoy playing around and making stupid jokes about each other, as well as sharing our struggles and supporting each other. However, we rarely say "I love you" to each other because, well, who admits that to their siblings? Certainly not us.

But we do know that we love each other, just as we show our love to our parents in our own unique ways without directly saying it.

Despite all the ups and downs that I cannot mention in detail in this introduction, but perhaps in the near future, these experiences have taught me valuable lessons and given me a unique perspective on life. I believe that they have made me stronger and more resilient. I look forward to sharing more about myself and connecting with others who may have had similar experiences. Thank you for taking the time to read my introduction. That's enough about me. These events have shaped me into who I am today, and I'm happy to welcome you into my personal space ♥

[eryxersstuff]

THE FLASH BACK

Eryx, is a culturally grounded and intellectually curious individual. He carries a strong sense of identity. Eryx blends tradition with modernity, balancing cultural pride with a forward-thinking, goal-oriented approach. Resilient and adaptable, he navigates challenges with confidence, driven by both personal and professional aspirations.

Ederyx Sonosfer, born on June 22, 2006, emerged from a nurturing and intellectually stimulating family background. His life story is a testament to a diverse cultural heritage that merges Javanese and Manadonese traditions. Ederyx’s father hails from Surakarta, a city renowned for its historical significance and cultural depth in Central Java. His mother, on the other hand, comes from Manado, a city in North Sulawesi known for its vibrant cultural tapestry and scenic beauty. The convergence of these two distinct cultural backgrounds happened in Jakarta, the bustling capital city of Indonesia, where both parents met and decided to build a life together. Their union in Jakarta marks a significant blending of traditions and the creation of a unique familial environment.

Ederyx, or Eryx as he is commonly known, has grown up rapidly, both in stature and in character. He stands out with his tall frame, a feature that commands attention. His strong jawline and narrow, almond-shaped eyes are characteristic of his Manadonese lineage, while his fair skin reflects his mixed heritage. These physical traits are a visual representation of his rich cultural background, which he carries with a sense of pride and identity.

Now, Ederyx is navigating the academic realm at Universitas Padjadjaran (UNPAD), one of Indonesia's esteemed institutions of higher learning. He is majoring in Food Technology, a field that signifies his commitment to exploring the intersection of science and practical application in the food industry. His choice of this discipline underscores his ambition to contribute to advancements in food safety, quality, and innovation. As he delves deeper into his studies, Ederyx is not just acquiring knowledge but also shaping his future career. His journey through UNPAD is marked by a blend of rigorous academic pursuit and a personal quest to integrate his cultural insights into his professional aspirations.

Ederyx’s educational path is reflective of his upbringing—a blend of cultural richness and intellectual curiosity. His current endeavors in Food Technology align with his background and aspirations, positioning him to make a significant impact in his field. As he continues to develop both personally and professionally, Ederyx exemplifies the dynamic integration of cultural heritage and academic excellence.

[simonharms]

A Bit of My Background With Indonesia

When I was 10 years old, my dad was looking for an international opportunity in his organization. My mom had originally consistently said no to going overseas, but she agreed this time. Surprisingly, this was not to go to Indonesia, our family initially would be going to Madagascar, but at some point it was switched to Indonesia. My parents went before we did as a family (I also have a sister), going to Manado, a city in North Sulawesi, one of the most northern reaching islands in the archipelago. Living in Indonesia was wild and exciting and at other times calm and boring. We spent the first nine months in Salatiga, a completely different city on a completely different island, Java, known locally as Jawa.

My first thought when we got off the plane was that the whole air felt heavy and hot. We walked down the stairs of the plane and I looked around feeling like I was on a different world. I thought Indonesia would look like the Asia I saw in movies but it was different. The mountains had their own song to them as the wind blew threw them. Before any person spoke to me in Indonesia, the nature spoke to me. The land was so green as we flew over, looking clean from the plane but as you get closer you realize the jungle is incredibly thick. I had never really seen mountains or the jungle before, the exception being when I visited Thailand the year before. The next sensation was the adhan from the masjids which I started to realize were every where. At first the volume felt like the loudest thing I ever heard but over my time there, it would become like I didn't hear them anymore.

I had very little contact with people outside of school in Salatiga, mostly a few neighbors who I would play soccer with or badminton outside our houses and an elderly neighbor who would fill me with wonder that he was older than the country he lived in and didn't really speak Indonesian, the standardized variety of Malay spoken nearly nationally at some level. My parents were at a school there for those nine months, learning Indonesian.

After nine months, we packed all our things in a shipping container and brought our things to Manado. We arrived a month before our belongings, and my mom, sister and I left for Australia while my dad was at our house in Manado so we could visit my grandma who was too afraid of malaria and dengue to come to Manado. Before me and my sister enrolled in school, I spent a lot of time outside. There were some students from Papua that built a car port outside our house (our 'house' was an abandoned guest house/hotel), and they spoke English and would tell me little things about the area and play games with me when they took their breaks. I would enjoy building fires and making things out of wood and other things I would find and we had a beautiful coconut tree. The neighbors dogs would also come visit us because we would give them snacks.

When I wasn't in school I would spend a lot of time at the nearby mission campus which was operated mostly by locals, but many of them spoke English, and one of the students there would come by our house a few times a week with picture boards and would tell me what all the things in the pictures were in Indonesian and Manadonese (Bahasa Manado or Malay Manado). This was my first real taste of language and while in Manado I felt my first strange connection with the country I was in. In our kampung (neighborhood or village), there was quite a few traditional Minahasa type houses, and once when asking about Minahasans, I was told the story of Manado Tua, a small volcanic island off the coast of Manado where the Minahasans allegedly lived before coming to Manado. From what I remember the story goes something like this, originally after the voyage of the Minahasans, the people decided to set up a settlement on Manado Tua and stayed there for many years until one day the ground starting shaking and the people took that as an omen that it was time to leave, and later on Manado Tua would end up erupting and the island would destroy itself in the eruption (it is still destroyed today if you find a picture of it, being that it is pretty much a volcano that goes directly into the ocean with no land flat enough to settle and is surrounded by sea urchins).

We left Mando after being there for a year and a half, and it was bittersweet to leave, on one end, there had been a long drought and often we had to buy water or collect it from a river for basic things or conserve water by reducing showers or shower time and on the other hand I left many of my friends when I left and all our dogs (we had close to two dozen when we left because our dog Koko had babies twice). After leaving Manado, we arrived in Salatiga again, and it was fun seeing my classmates from the sixth grade again as many of them still were at the same school, just this time we would go into 9th grade together. I spent the first six months there on a long holiday because for the last semester of school I was in Manado, I had finished two semesters of virtual school, so I was ahead. It took over a year for me to have any real connection with people outside of school. If you're an expat that has lived in Salatiga, you know the bubble effect. The bubble effect is that you live in Indonesia but almost everything you do is either located centrally in or around the school and almost all your time is spent there due to it being a small English and Korean speaking exclave within Indonesia.

My first time feeling that same strange connection feeling was visiting the various candi in Central Java (the area not the province because quite a few of the best preserved ones are in Yogyakarta). Candi are temples or temple complexes from Pre-Islamic Java, the most notable ones being Prambanan, Borobudor and Gedong Songo. When you go there and hear the gamelan, you can almost imagine how it was hundreds of years ago when the candi were still in common use. Ever since then I was hooked on Indonesian history and would often dream that I was an ancient mariner of the Majapahit or Srivijaya Empire. While in Salatiga, I became mostly fluent in Indonesian (and also standard Malay), but mostly spoken with a bit of an accent (mixed Javanese and American accent that is), and of course, I also learned quite a bit of Javanese. Sometimes while traveling or talking to someone from another area, I would pick up a bit of their language too and would often compare the languages I heard to ones I knew.

I loved living in Indonesia and I hope to someday be able to live there again, all in all I spent 6 years of my teenage years there and I really pray to go home soon. Semoga senang semuanya dan terima kasih buat bagi negaramu sama aku. <3

[tjenkehpala]

“Als ik dood zou gaan in Hulaliu moet je mij daar maar achterlaten want daar ben ik thuis.” - Deel 1.

Ik ben Nippy Noya, en heeft mijn naam een lading en nieuwsgierigheid. Mijn emotionele lading is mijn Molukse- Manadonse- & Japanse afkomst en de nieuwsgierigheid is de authentieke afkomst van mijn naam die Mexicaans blijkt te zijn. Ik ben een aangenomen kind en heb ik altijd bij familie Noya in Makassar gewoond. Dominggoes Noya en Liesbeth Huwae zijn mijn pleegouders. Mijn biologishe moeder, van Manadonese afkomst, trouwde met een Indische man en deze man was bevriend met Dominggoes Noya. Mijn biologische vader is een Japanse officier die gelegerd was in Makasar maar door kalkgebrek in het ziekenhuis was beland. Mijn moeder was verpleegster en hebben zij elkaar daar ontmoet. Mijn vader heeft de oorlog niet meegemaakt maar heeft meer in het ziekenhuis gelegen. Mijn vader was erg trots toen hij mij als kind kreeg en heeft mij de naam Nippy, van Nippon, gegeven. Hij sprak overigens vloeiend Maleis. Van binnenuit ben ik Moluks met name omdat ik van baby af aan door de familie Noya ben opgevoed. Toen ik 4 jaar oud was heb ik mijn eerste tifa gemaakt. Met de boot Goya, het 11e transport van Molukkers, zijn we in 1951 naar Nederland gekomen en eerst naar Brijdorpe gegaan. Na een tijdje in Brijdorpe te zijn verbleven zijn we naar Schattenberg gegaan en zijn mijn pleegouders van elkaar gescheiden. Ik heb tweelingzussen waarvan Betty in Zeeland Brijdorpe door TBC is overleden. Op 10-jarige leeftijd heb ik voor het eerst op de bühne gestaan in kamp Schattenberg. Goede vrienden toen waren Ronnie Patty, Thijs Rugebrecht, Isaac en Chris Noija. Ik was toentertijd gecharmeerd geraakt van een meisje dat Elsje Latupeirissa (?) heette waar ik helemaal dol op was. Ik bleef vanwege de scheiding met zus Ineke bij Dominggoes Noya in Schattenberg achter. Na Schattenberg gingen we naar Winterswijk, wijk Vossenveld. In Winterswijk heb ik op de HBS gezeten en met zus Ineke bleef ik bij mijn vader, Olga, Royke zijn met mijn moeder naar Moordrecht gegaan. Als jonge jongen moest ik koken en heb ik geleerd van de tantes bami, sayur toemis en soep te maken. Mijn vrienden daar waren Oppier, Pietersz, Lawalata, Dekker en Silooy. Later ben ik naar mammie Liesbeth Huwae in Moordrecht gegaan en heb ik daar kennis gemaakt met mijn biologische moeder. Toen dat gebeurde ben ik van huis weggelopen en was ik behoorlijk aan het puberen. Ik was ongeveer 16 jaar oud en heb ik in vrachtwagens onder de Euromast geslapen. ’s Ochtends in een melkwinkel kon ik aan voedsel komen. Ik leefde ook op Centraal Station Rotterdam en ging ik om met verslaafden en was ik eigenlijk gedoemd om te mislukken. Op het Centraal Station heeft mijn mammie Liesbeth mij gezien, opgevangen en weer naar Moordrecht gebracht. Mijn biologische moeder ben ik later gaan opzoeken. In Moordrecht speelde ik thuis de drums met het raam open, zelfs op zondag tot ongenoegen van mijn moeder terwijl de anderen mensen daar geen last van hadden. In Moordrecht hebben we “the Magnificent 7“ opgericht met Anis Siahaya, John Kerr en anderen. Ik speelde wederom de drums. Ik was toen al getrouwd met mijn toenmalige vrouw van mijn 4 kinderen, Jeanne Louhenapessy. Met Karel Lalopua liep ik over de Dam in Amsterdam en adviseerde hij mij de Conga te gaan spelen. Lees verder in Deel 2.

[senjadiawalnovember]

Back to Nature 🌿

[iriyanto]

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TIMES Indonesia Fenomena alam Awan Kumulonimbus hebohkan warga kota Manado, Sulawesi Utara, Senin (28/6/2021) jelang malam. Terpantau sekitar pukul 17.00 Wita awan tebal disertai kilat nampak di langit Kota Manado. klik selengkapnya di bio !!! #Kumulonimbus ##kümülonimbus ##kümülonimbüs #kumulonimbusi #fenomenaalam #fenomenaalamindonesia #fenomenaalamlangka #fenomenaalamunik #manado #manadohits #manadogirl #manadopunya #manadonese (di Times Madura) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQshD14HL3Z/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ltiexpress]

Ada apa saja di Manado? Kuy simak info dari LTI Express berikut. Kirim barang ke Manado? Hubungi kak penta di 0821-2020-0180 #manado #manadonese #manadokota #manadohits https://www.instagram.com/p/CFgqUM4B8jN/?igshid=s6rxcvr0ozjx

[situstekniksipil-blog]

Reposted from @pertambangan_indonesia #Repost @rhe.sandra • • • • • • PT. Manado Karya Anugrah Selamat sore . . #duniatambang #tambangupdate #tambangnasional #tambanghits #safetyfirst #safetyindonesia #tambangindonesia #mining #mininghistory #duniatambangbatubara #hse #k3indonesia #tambangnasional #miningequipment #mininghistory #manado #manadonese #sulawesiutara #tambangindonesia #tambangkita #tambanghitz #tambangmu #manadonese #manadogirl #manadostories #manadopunya #tambangbatubarakaltim #toka #tokatindung #techking #techkingtyre #techkingtyre #tyre #manadokaryaanugrah https://www.instagram.com/p/CE9ZZbVn5ru/?igshid=14ci19zri5r7p

[potolawas]

Potret dua gadis di sebuah poto studio dalam rangka berfoto bersama pasangan pengantin di Manado, sekitar tahun 1915-1920. • 📸: KITLV - Wah Seng, J. • #potolawas #potolawasmanado #menado #manado #manadonese #manadonesse #exploremanado #visitmanado #pesonamanado (di Manado) https://www.instagram.com/p/CB3W-07nsii/?igshid=1pkavnsewq1yl

[cacaelaine]

Biarkan semua berjalan apa adanya Berlalu dengan semestinya dan.... Berakhir dengan seharusnya Hi, am Cassandra, you only have one chance in life.. One step can change your world, so follow your own beat! . . . #me #cacaelaine #cacamutter #mutterkasegar #girl #asian #medanese #manadonese #potd

[biondlegi]

Last weekend in Manado 🍸. . . #matchmaker #fam #goodvibes #goodtimes #indo #dutch #manadonese #family #ootd #potd (at Kawasan Mega Mas, Boulevard Manado)

[goldasamalam-blog]

"Society is going to judge you anyway, so do whatever you want to do." . . . #quotestoday #selfie #self #potrait #womaninframe #snapshoot #instadaily #beauty #beautyphoto #tumblrgirl #tumblr #kerenhaksegalabangsa #photo #photos #pic #pics #picture #pictures #snapshot #beautiful #instagood #rainydays #picoftheday #photooftheday #like4like #manadonese #bali #gelatofactorybali #vsco (at Gelato Factory Bali)

[thefvlcon]

21 Questions

I was tagged by @catwsmovie, @snicketfiles and one other person (but i can’t find the post anymore yikes) 💓

Rules: Simply answer the following 21 questions and tag 21 people (or more!) you’d like to get to know more!

Name / Nickname: kayla / i don’t really have a nickname but some people call me kay and a few call me sumi, but i just go by kayla

Sign: sagittarius sun, aquarius moon, capricorn rising

Height: 1.60 m

Hogwarts House: either slytherin or ravenclaw idk i always get both

Last thing I Googled: the scripts for hbo’s chernobyl miniseries (and i found them bc the writer uploaded EVERY SINGLE SCRIPT online)

Favourite musician/s: maggie rogers, sigrid, vulfpeck, bastille, haim, vampire weekend

Last song I listened to: not really a song but it was mendelssohn’s lieder ohne worte, op. 19b: no. 2 in a minor...the last actual song i listened to was probably gorgeous by izzy bizu (a goddamn BOP)

Song stuck in my head: linger by the cranberries (yet another bop, it makes me so soft)

Following: 600 ish i think

Followers: 845 but so many of them are inactive bc i’ve had my blog for 7 years

Do you get asks: occassionally, but not often

Amount of Sleep: depends? if i swim and go to the gym that day then i’ll be sleeping 9 hours

Lucky Number: 12 (only because my birthday is 12/12)

What I’m Wearing: a shirt that looks like steve’s stealth suit from tws

Dream Trip: well i might be moving to italy later this year so other than that probably japan, the other SEA countries that i haven’t visited, and south america

Favourite Food: mie aceh forever !!!

Instruments: piano, violin, viola, ukulele, guitar, bass, and.....the recorder

Languages: indonesian (plus a few regional languages like manadonese, moluccan, betawi, javanese, sangihe, etc), english, a bit of french + malay, basic italian + japanese

Favourite Song/s: of all time - light on by maggie rogers & linger by the cranberries; currently - graves by chvrches

Random Fact: i’ve lived in a total of 20 houses/apartments in 7 cities/towns and i’ve gone to 8 different schools in 2 countries

Aesthetic: the colour of the sky at dawn, swimming pools, bright sunny days where there are no clouds in the sky, lots of books everywhere, neon lights, ankle boots, the ocean, classical music

i’m tagging @thesokovianaccords @lewisnixin @softvalkyries @jessicajones616 @ohsulu @oldbrooklynsoul @rogersbf @maiaroberts 

[adzizi]

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Bubur Manado #foodporn #buburmanado #manado #manadonese #manadofood (at Imperial Garden Restaurant) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxw2_TglDEz/?igshid=5ksqonivh2wa

[hobinyaria]

Maunya sih hari ini diet yah, tapi diajak makan ke @beautikajkt sama boss. Dietnya cm sebatas gak makan nasi. Lainnya sih...lewat... masuk perut semua 🤣. . . #nopork #nolard . . . . . . . #food #foodie #foodies #foodporn #indonesia #manadonese #lunch #jakarta #foodblogger #lifestyle #lifestyleblogger #manado #temankulineran #pergikuliner #zomatoid #idfoodblogger #jktfoodbang #jktfoodravel #foodyid #jktfoodseeker #tripadvisor #tripadvisorid #jktgo #nibbleapp #manadocuisine #manadoculinary #kopikawangkoan (at Restoran Manado Beautika abdul muis tanah abang) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnnXDhmBDEs/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=epuhqeuv4du7

[cacaelaine]

Live your dream, and share your passion 😊😊 . . . #me #camutt #cacaelaine #girl #asian #medanese #manadonese #awesome #gorgeous #fabulous #beauty #potd (at Jakarta, Indonesia)