Aceh again

I...kind of miss the Aceh kids again. These past few days I've been reminiscing my Aceh experience, and everything that happened then seems surreal now. I am still surprised about how I coped being in a totally foreign land, being lost in translation all the time, and making do without the very basic necessities of having a proper toilet and bathroom. It seems like everything was just a dream. After all, everything is now just a distant memory and I'm not even sure if I'll get to see those Acehnese kids again. But really, I am very curious as to how they would all turn out. Maybe somewhere down the road (kanta yun ah), I'll meet Umar, Iskandar, Yazid, Maulizar, or Rashidin again. I hope they'll remember me, coz I'll never forget them.

Potong bebe angsa, masa di kuwali
Nonya minta dangsa, dangsa empat kali
Sorong ka kiri, sorong ka kanan
lalalalalalalala.