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Disability is not an Exceptional

Hi! I’d like to talk about disability today 🙂 Sebenarnya ini bukan kapasitasku, tapi aku ingin membagikan apa yang sudah aku pelajari dan apa yang aku pahami. So, have you ever heard about Stella Young? If you haven’t, I suggest you watch this video first before you start reading this post:

I’m not your inspiration.


 

I really like this quote that I took from the video:

“I’m here to tell you that we have been lied to about disability. We have been sold the lie that the disability is a bad thing, and to live with disability,  make you exceptional. It is not a bad thing and it does not make you exceptional.”

– Stella Young

Nah, kita mempunyai persepsi yang berbeda tentang bagaimana menghadapi orang difabel. Ada tiga persepsi yang aku temui di sekitarku. Pertama, persepsi bahwa orang difabel harus selau dikasihani karena mereka tidak normal, kekurangan, dan banyak yang tidak bisa mereka lakukan.

Persepsi kedua, orang difabel adalah orang yang kena ‘kutukan’, I can’t find the exact word but you know what I mean, right? Orang yang dulunya berbuat salah entah dianya sendiri atau orangtuanya sehingga Tuhan memberikan adzab ke orang tersebut. Serius, ada orang yang berfikiran seperti itu, because somebody told me that few years ago. Orang-orang yang mempunyai tipe perspektif yang kedua ini juga berfikiran bahwa semua orang difabel itu harus berbuat baik, kalau dia berbuat buruk maka contoh komentar yang akan dia dapatkan adalah, “Duh udah difabel masih aja ngeyel.” Misalnya seperti itu. Dan bahkan masih ada beberapa orang yang memakai kata cacat ketika menyebut orang-orang difabel, yang aku sendiri merasa risih ketika ada orang yang menggunakan tersebut.

Lalu, persepsi yang ketiga, bahwa semua orang itu sebenarnya tidak normal, bahwa kita sendiri tidak bisa mendefinisikan normal seperti apa, bahwa orang difabel itu adalah orang-orang biasa sama seperti kebanyakan manusia lainnya, bahwa tidak exceptional dan tidak perlu dikasihani berlebihan. Intinya, kita semua manusia yang setara. Perkara normal atau tidak normal, akupun sebenarnya tidak normal karena aku pakai kacamata minus plus silinder, gigiku juga tidak normal karena aku gingsul (which actually makes me cuter, haha 😌😝). Well, normal yang aku yakini hanyalah masalah persepsi.

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Studying at Monash University

Hi guys!

I talked about the differences between studying at Indonesia and Australian uni here.  it was about how the lecturers greet us, how do we should call lecturer, some rules including attendance list, coming late to the class, and how to dress up, and about the reading list. Now I’d like to explain more detail about my experiences at Monash University (so far).

1. Library

Firstly, it is the library. Monash has several libraries and you may visit the page here. I study at Monash Clayton where there are three libraries here, that is Matheson Library, Law Library, and Hargrave-Andrew Library. The library which I’ve visited the most is Matheson. Continue reading

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Studying at Indonesia Uni vs Australia Uni

G’day mate!

Today I’m going to talk about the differences between studying at Indonesia Uni and Australia Uni. This is based on my under graduate experience at Universitas Brawijaya and currently, I’m studying Applied linguistics at Monash University. I will generalize what’s happen if you study in Indonesia and Australia, but maybe you could have the different experience with me. So if you want to disagree with what I’m saying, you can drop a comment below!

So, shall we start?

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Going to Australia: What You Should and Should not Bring to Australia

Judulnya panjang banget yak, karena aku bingung seharusnya artikel ini berjudul apa. Intinya aku mau share pengalaman aku tentang apa yang seharusnya kalian bawa dalam koper kalian dan apa yang seharusnya tidak boleh atau tidak perlu dibawa ke Australia, karena negara multicultural ini punya peraturan yang sangat ketat tentang barang-barang bawaan kalian.


Nah, berdasarkan gambar tersebut (dari https://www.wmo.int/pages/prog/www/DPFSERA/Meetings/CG-NERA_Melbourne2008/INF3-Customs.pdf) kita dilarang membawa produk-produk susu dan telur, dairy products, daging-daging olahan sendiri yang tidak berkaleng, hewan dan tanaman, kacang-kacangan, buah, dan sayur. Jadi, kalau misal mau bawa abon itu tidak diperbolehkan karena itu olahan daging (padahal mamaku semangat banget mau bawain abon, tapi ternyata tidak boleh). Lalu untuk kacang-kacangan memang tidak boleh, tetapi kalau seperti bumbu pecel atau bumbu gado-gado diperbolehkan karena itu olahan kacang. Namun, semua makanan tetapi harus di declare.

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A Lot of New Things to Learn

Yesterday I went to Chadstone Shopping Centre with my house mates, my new neighbor and my senior at my previous college. My house mates ( a husband and a wife ) were free from work so they can join us shopping together. They said they also wanted to buy some stuff for their kids. The new neighbor, J, came two days ago and she knew nothing here yet, so I decided to asked her out. Then, my senior, which is I’m so contented meeting her here, apparently we had the same fondness that is books, discourse analysis course and literacy course.

We decided to go by bus because Chadstone had limited parking hour and it was expensive. It was about AUD 5 for an hour and cars were not allowed to park more than 1,5 hours. If we park more than that, we will get a fine. It is a new thing for me that in Melbourne, I do not know whether this rule applied in whole Australia, we cannot park more than 2 hours. Unlike Indonesia, we can park our vehicle as long as we like.

Thus, in Australia, if you want to go to the mall for a very long time, it is better to use public transportation. Here we have bus, tram, and train and it is called PTV (Public Transport Victoria). It is very convenient and cheap, only AUD 1-3 depends on our destination. However, they have a lot of bus station and lane, so I don’t have guts yet to go somewhere alone (haha). Continue reading