L’arte d’arrangiarsi
Hey there! That Italian phrase means “the art of making something out of nothing”, which really resembles my being of being here (have I confused you with the being of my word ‘being’? Haha!).
Gosh, I’m reading EAT PRAY LOVE book by Elizabeth Gilbert. I fell in love with her lively and funny writing. Somehow her chatty self has awaken my similar character of expressive, yet strange reflective mode. And her passionate indulgence in Italian language was contagious. I start to be obsessed and agreeable to her regard that Italian is the most beautiful and sexy language on earth. It’s really very cute and cool to call my handphone as telefonino. In my ecstasy, I raise a thought to learn this language. But, Mr. Ratio reprimanded me “What use can it be?”, good enough to kill this arising desire at one shot.
Back to that phrase that describes my being. I really inherit Dad’s gene of mastering that art. Elizabeth Gilbert said, “The art of turning a few simple ingredients into a feast, or a few gathered friends into a festival. Anyone with a talent of happiness can do this, not only the rich.” See that? A talent of happiness? Oh yes, it comes with a thanksgiving to the Giver. ;)
To be honest, I really have nothing to do down here. A very plain and simple life of the villager. I sleep at around 10pm and wake up at 6.30am most days. You can give me a big scream of “WHAT?” for that. I can’t believe it for myself either. 10pm in Singapore, I might not even reach home! 12am is still so ‘early’ for me to sleep. And 6.30am is 5.30am in Indonesia! I don’t even have a thought of waking up, as if intending to join the fun of sweeping the public roads.
Despite of my mostly-do-nothing-days, I agree that I publish my life so lively in Facebook. Many found my new life exciting and fun with a slight tinge of jealousy. And I simply took pleasure of that. Maybe my attempt in promoting this place is really working (Yippee!). I’m not trying to be hypocrite or act-happy, but I learn to embrace and appreciate the splendor of simple living and nature. At times even il bel far niente, means “the beauty of doing nothing”.
Oh, dolce vita (“sweet life”). Which will never occur again, even if I marry a Taiwanese. Haha!
I get too accustomed with these sayings of people around me. “Do you have thought of settling down in Taiwan?”, “Why don’t you marry a Taiwanese?”, “You want my son?”, etc. If you ask what benefit I can think of by agreeing to their questions, the answer is … As they have been like my family, when I am engaged, I do not have to ship a pig from Singapore or Indonesia to Taiwan for them to kill according to Bunun culture. Good deal? Haha, they love to joke and I will say “Can consider” or “You introduce then”. ;P
You won’t believe that the thought of returning back has haunted me. Why? I really hate the insects that have gracefully decorated my legs and hands. I can’t imagine wearing long sleeves shirt and long pants to cover the dots under the super hot sun of Singapore. Gosh, I rarely ever wear long pants unfolded except Sunday in Spore!
Ciao!