Dear all,

It’s been a quite long time since our last post. Not that we have abandoned this site, but because both Andie and I are ‘cooking’ and preparing the new website for us. At the same time both of us have moved to our new houses (a.k.a blogs) respectively and have been busy tidying up and developing them. So we sincerely apologise for long delay.

The new website is still under construction and we will let you know when we are ready to receive guests – you’d be the first to know!

SUGGESTIONS (email to finallywoken.blog[at]gmail.com)

We have pretty much big picture what we are going to put there, but it’s no harm to ask you, our loyal readers, what sort of information you would like us to find, or what kind of information you would like to share in between readers. Let’s say you think that finding a good local Asian grocery stores is important, you could let us know. Or you think we need to find information about the cheapest ticket to go back to Indonesia. Or anything you can think of. Please do not hesitate to email me at admin[at]finally-woken.com.

COUNTRIES FACTS, NEED YOUR HELP (email to finallywoken.blog[at]gmail.com)

On the previous post Andie has asked us to help her to gather all countries data. Since then we have got quite good responses from all of you, willing to help us out. Apologise for not responding quickly enough but in general here is what we need:

• Country: [pick the country you want to brief]
• Location:  [Asia, Africa, Europe, etc.]
• Government: [republic, kingdom, etc]
• Language: [i.e. Indonesian (official) 70%, Javanese 20%, English 5%]
• Religions: [i.e. Islam 70%, Catholic 30%)
• Ethnic Groups:
• Number of Indonesian living in the country: [...] people
• Indonesian Embassy: [address]
• Indonesian Consulate: [address]
• Indonesian Association: [i.e. student groups, religious communities, etc.]
• Indonesian Communities: [ book clubs, 'arisan', luncheon, etc.]

Please email the information above to me at admin[at]finally-woken.com. Your help is very much appreciated.

OTHER INFORMATION

Regarding the new website, below are quite important information for you to know in advance:

• We will close this wordpress blog as soon as the new website is running
• We will move all posts to the new website – however we still don’t know whether we could move the comments as well.
• If you have ever submitted your post(s) here and would not want us to re-post them in the new website, please let us know. Otherwise we assume it is okay for us to republish your submitted post to the new website.
• To all of you whose blogs are registered here, please re-register in our new website. In it you will be asked for more information before you are able to list your blog.
• Those who just submitted their blogs, we apologise that we can’t list them now. Please wait until the new website is open so you can resubmit your blog.

The reason why you would have to register individually, is because we have many features there, not only blog list. We can’t reveal too much here, but we assure you that if all of use participate and contribute actively in the new website, all of us will find many benefits from it.

We are sooo excited that finally this new website will be running very soon. We know you are too. So, see you very soon, in a new house!

Love from granite city,

Finally Woken

The recent hike in fuel prices has undoubtedly increase the cost of living. Maybe not as much as what they are experiencing at home in Indonesia, it is still making a dent for us who live in foreign countries. Not only affected those who are in foreign countries, it also have direct impact on those who have to support their family members on their home countries.

Big cities all around the world have become more expensive for expatriates with family members. In the Philippines, cost of living has increased 5% to 8% since beginning of the year.

The global cost of living study has comprised that London and Moscow are the most expensive global locations for expatriates, while 3 of the top 5 most expensive cities are in Asia; Tokyo, Seoul and Hongkong. 

The weakening of USD compared to Euro also contributes significantly to the changes in the most expensive cities for expat list compiled by FinFacts.Ie. This list does not account for cost-of-living savings accrued to local citizens through government-subsidized housing, health care, and education, differences in taxation, and many other factors irrelevant to expatriates. Cost of living may be much higher for expatriates than for local residents in a developing country, especially if expatriates expect a standard of living similar to a developed country. With the rising cost of fuel and gas, the impact of rising cost for basic goods and services are going to be stronger than ever, coupled by the poor performance of USD. 

How are we as expat deal with it? What sort of lifestyle changes are we most likely to conform with? We would love to hear your opinions and tips on saving whilst living away from home country. 

For more information on survey done on the topic, please visit City Mayors website.

When we land in our host country, one of the first things we do is to find and make new friends. And no matter how fluent we speak the foreign language, most of us will be glad if we could meet up with other Indonesians. It would be very easy to do so in cities like Singapore (half of the country population is Indonesians anyway) or Perth, or cities with historical link to Indonesia like Amsterdam, where everywhere we turn we practically could bump into another Indonesian.

But what if we live in not-so-popular country, like me, for example, who happen to live in Aberdeen, Scotland?

If we are students, it would be easier to meet other Indonesians since there are Indonesian student societies everywhere in the world. But if we work or run our own business, we don’t have associations like British Chamber of Commerce and we are only able to meet other Indonesians by word of mouth, or through social networking websites.

Having no one to ask to, we certainly will turn to Indonesian Embassy in our adopted country. Most of them will list PPI (Perhimpunan Pelajar Indonesia) and religious communities. But rather than that, nothing.

I think Indonesian Embassies should take one step forward and be more active to gather Indonesians all over the countries, and not only focus on big cities. They should have a special section where Indonesian Societies could register their organizations, even if that community is only “arisan”.

In the mean time, to broaden our network around the world, below is the list of expat links I could find so far:

• Expat-blog
• Expat Exchange
• Expat Network
• Expat Web Directory
• Expatwomen
• Interexpat

If you come across similar sites, please let me know so I could build a database.

–
Rima Fauzi M.A.
http://www.rimafauzi.blogspot.com

It is finally coming. I will be getting my spouse visa by the end of the week. I will need to get my one way ticket to the Philippines. Not that it is a bad thing, I am ready to start a new life. I have quitted my job last month. I gave my two month’s notice in March. Somehow, I have not done anything to prepare for my trip. Thankfully, we only need to be in the Philippines for six months, then we might be moving to other countries again. I am enlisting to nomadic lifestyle club! 

It has been a while since I stayed away from home. The last time was in 2000 when I went to Adelaide for school. So many doubts and questions are engulfing me right this moment. 

Have I spent enough time with my parents to make sure they will not miss me as much? Have I settled all my finances? How much should I bring? What if I get sick and my mother is not around to make me chinese herbal tea? What am I going to do there? Should I get a job? Should I become a stay home wife? What if we have to move to some weird-ass (pardon my language) country again? Can my parents come and visit? What about chinese new year? Can I come home then? What if I want to eat sambal? 

Moving away from home, is like moving away from my nest. My comfort zone. It is so hard. As it is nearer, I am feeling more and more restless. 

How do you cope with moving our of the country? What did you find is the hardest thing of the whole thing? 

My friend in Surabaya is thinking about taking a job that will relocate him to Riyadh. It’s a daring and scary move, and my friend is looking for some more information about Saudi Arabia in general and Riyadh in particular. Basic stuffs from the living cost, the daily living activities, the rumours that there are many rules applied in everyday’s life, etc. He has been trying to email the Indonesian Embassy staffs in Riyadh but has not got any responds yet…

If you know someone who now is living and working in Riyadh, kindly please drop email to pixeldyne@yahoo.com.

Thank you, folks!

Imagine the first you arrived in a foreign land, you didn’t know where to go to get food, everything looks strange, and in some cases, you don’t understand the language! What did you do? Either heading towards Chinese restaurants, or fast food chains. Right?

But then you started to get to know the city and the area. You have found Asian supermarket which sells all your necessities, like soy sauce, chili sauce, and, of course, Indomie! I myself almost couldn’t hide my excitement when I found Indomie here in Scotland, 12,000 km away from home. If we’re lucky, there will be Indonesian restaurants, but if not, Chinese, Vietnam, or Thai, usually become an option.

To some people, the search and the connection to homeland stops there. But for others, they will do anything to get the original spice or food that they’re familiar with, even if that would cost them a lot. A friend from the Netherlands usually takes the car back to Holland. It is 17 hours journey with ferry (!) from Aberdeen, but she is happy because she could load all her favorite stuffs in the car and bring them back to UK. It’s not like we don’t have them here, since what she packs are usually like Knorr soup (she argues they don’t taste the same) or dr. Oetker baking mix (the selection here are not the varieties she wants) . And of course we all must have heard the story of Indonesian ladies who try to (or successfully) smuggle exotic spices (like terasi, shrimp paste) or exotic food (like ikan asin) back to their adopted countries. Don’t be surprised, I have had tried jengkol for the first time in Aberdeen and have had ikan asin more often here than back home, courtesy to these brave ladies! Even though I myself never miss Indonesian food that much, I enjoy the familiar taste in my mouth, especially with at least 3 kinds sambal presented.

But then after that, we certainly are interested in getting to know the local food. Rather than keep ordering fish & chips, for example, we could try something new. Just like our German guests who were confused to see black soup (rawon!) in Surabaya and a Scottish guy who ate fried bat in Manado or cooked donkey in China, or my Dutch friend who learned how to use chopsticks for the first time and roll the crispy duck wraps, I have tried many Scottish and Aberdonian food, from pickled egg to black pudding, from deep fried Mars bar to sticky toffee pudding.

So please do share with us. What is the local food you have tried from your adopted country?

Ok. I have to admit. I had my first driving license in Indonesia when I was 17. I should have been 18, so yes I cheated a little bit. On age part. But then I didn’t take the test. That’s a big cheating. Just like most of people, I was suckered into the corrupted system, just pay and go home. Bam, new driving license.

When I lived in Sydney, I did not have to drive. First, the campus was only 5 minutes walk. And second, hmm, don’t really need one, really. I actually did a long drive in New Zealand, from Christchurch to Queenstown. It was lovely and quiet, we drove on the same side of the road as in Indonesia, so there was no problem of adjusting.

But now I live in UK, I have to have a UK driving license, after a year living here. And for the first time, I have to take the lesson and the test. I phoned up a driving instructor and we agreed to meet up on last Monday, but since it was snowy, he was stuck and couldn’t live his place, and I didn’t want to drive in a slippery road, and we promise to meet up again next Thursday.

People keep saying that once you could drive in Jakarta, you could drive in every other part of the world. I don’t know, I think it’s understatement. For instance, we never drive too fast in Jakarta. We couldn’t anyway, since traffic jams are everywhere. And secondly, for myself, I’m always being cautious, because there’s always a surprise waiting on the corner. There will be people crossing the street without giving any sign, there will be motorbike which suddenly makes a pass without indicating, and so on. So in Jakarta, I always drive in my other foot on the brake. I never entirely believe in red-yellow-green light either. It doesn’t mean anything in Jakarta. Even when it’s red, the police will whistle and indicate us to go on, or vice versa, when it’s green, we have to stop. I once made a turn because the light was still green, but the traffic from the other side was already moving because there was a policeman who told them to. I almost stuck in a sea of traffic, and when I looked at the policeman in disbelief and shook my head, he got upset. Luckily when he was walking towards me the traffic was clear a bit so I could pass. D’oh. In here, I have to believe that there is a system working. It’s difficult, after 15 years driving in Indonesia!

Anyway, my Malaysian friend, having driven in Houston (that’s a different side of the road from UK/Australia/Indonesia), passed her test after the second time. Let’s see what’s going to happen to me….

So, what’s your experience of driving in your adopted country?

I have received an email from an Indonesian lady who recently has just got married to a Scotsman. She was asking me, referring to my post in my original blog (What’s in A Name?), if I successfully add my new last name, officially, in formal documents, like passport or any other IDs.

But before that, it’s a good thing to ensure that her marriage is legal in both countries – UK and Indonesia.

clipped from kependudukancapil.jakarta.go.id

Sesuai dengan Pasal 56 Undang-Undang Nomor 1 Tahun 1974 tentang Perkawinan dan Pasal 37 Undang-Undang Nomor 23 Tahun 2006 tentang Administrasi Kependudukan, perkawinan WNI(atau salah satunya WNI) yang dilaksanakan di luar negeri wajib dicatatkan pada instansi yang berwenang di negara setempat dan dilaporkan pada Perwakilan Republik Indonesia. Selanjutnya dalam waktu paling lambat 30 (tiga puluh) hari sejak yang bersangkutan kembali ke Indonesia, harus dilaporkan kepada Dinas Kependudukan dan Catatan Sipil sesuai domisili ybs.

Adapun persyaratan untuk pelaporan perkawinan LN pada Dinas Kependudukan dan Catatan Sipil Provinsi DKI Jakarta adalah :

a. Bukti pengesahan perkawinan di luar Indonesia;

b. Kutipan akta kelahiran;

c. Kartu Keluarga dan Kartu Tanda Penduduk;

d. Kutipan Akta Perceraian atau kutipan Akta Kematian suami/isteri bagi mereka yang pernah kawin;

e. Pasport kedua mempelai;

f. Pasfoto berdampingan ukuran 4 x 6 cm sebanyak empat lembar.

Now, being an expat, whether you’re a student, traveler, spouse, professional etc, means you have to arrange everything to Indonesian Embassy in the foreign country. But apparently she needs to go back to Indonesia to arrange her name added (or change) legally before she could add her husband’s name.

clipped from kependudukancapil.jakarta.go.id

Pertanyaan: Saya ingin menambah nama belakang suami saya (WNA) di KTP dan Pasport. MIsal: Aprilia Kartika (nama asli) , kemudian saya ingin menambahkan menjadi Aprilia Kartika Streit atau mungkin mengurangi menjadi Aprilia Streit. Yang saya mau tanyakan bagaimana cara proses pengajuan untuk perubahan nama di KTP dan di Pasport. …

Tanggapan: 13 Februari 2008Yth. Sdri. ApriliaSesuai dengan Pasal 52 UU No. 23 Tahun 2006 tentang Administrasi Kependudukan, perubahan nama dapat dilaksanakan dengan Penetapan Pengadilan. Selanjutnya Penetapan Pengadilan tentang perubahan nama tersebut harus dicatatkan ke Kantor Dinas Kependudukan dan Catatan Sipil, dalam waktu selambat-lambatnya 30 hari kerja sejak diterimanya salinan penetapan pengadilan tersebut untuk dilakukan perubahan nama tersebut. Saudara bisa melakukan perubahan nama di dokumen-dokumen lainnya seperti KTP, Pasport, SIM, buku tabungan dan lain-lain.

I’m not sure this is the easiest way to do. So if someone knows how to arrange that, or who to contact, please let us know. Your information is much appreciated!

This article was originally posted in Finally Woken on 29 October 2007.

I received an email from my friend the other day. She’s one of the few Indonesians who could hop on the plane and fly to the US when she’s fed up with what she’s encountered. Which means 1) she has money, 2) she has passport, and 3) most importantly, she has her visa ready. Nevertheless, she said that she’s so jealous to find out that I’ve been living outside Indonesia for several months now. She said that I’m so lucky, and is sure that I’m having a good time. That I must be relieved to get out Indonesia, or Jakarta in particular.

This is not the first time I received such comments. Several friends commented the same thing. Some even said I’m not meant to be living in Indonesia, that I’m better off somewhere else. Funnily enough, only my colleagues in L’Oréal reacted differently (when I said Scotland, they looked at me like I was out of my mind and said, “It’s really cold up there!”. Which means they know exactly where Scotland is – a plus point because most of Indonesians don’t). In general, the reactions I’ve received so far is a mixture of amazement and jealousy, that I finally can get out of Indonesia.

Really? Is it true that everything is better outside Indonesia?

Not quite.

Perhaps the perception is built because they think that whatever relates to bule country is better. Perhaps the perception is built during holidays or tours, where they spend 5 minutes in tourist spots and everything looks polished and perfect through a window glass.

But we, Indonesians who already live in foreign countries, know better. That of course, we are so relieved to escape from Jakarta’s endless traffic jam and pollution. That we could reach most of the destination in 10 minutes walking and don’t have to drive for 30 minutes from Gran Melia to Cazbar. That we could trust the health system here without questioning whether the doctor takes advantages of us and we end up paying bills of all examinations that we don’t really need. That we don’t have to stuck in our office until 9.00 PM (due to our own inefficiency) or at least have to wait until 3-in-1 time finish. That we don’t have to be cautious continuously, even in premium shopping centres, of never-ending crimes from thugs to hypnosis. That we don’t need to question whether the chicken is free from bird flu or not. That we don’t need to argue with the laundry service which puts French name on their sign yet still manages to shrink our DKNY skirt and only reimburses Rp 70,000. I think my worst nightmare of living in Indonesia can be read in my old posting, Oh Indonesia, Oh Valet, where I had an unnecessary encounter with security guards in Plaza Abda.

But we (or say I) know that Indonesia has several things which are better than the rest of bule countries. Here are the things that we miss from our beloved country:

Indulgence
As part of the deal with Stuart, when he watches football in the stadium, I get to go to spa and treat myself. But I never find some place which is as good as in Indonesia. Not to mention the price, which if converted, can get me mild heart attacks! Tony&Guy charges me £80, or about 1.6 millions, to get my hair colour done, so up to date I still postpone my appointment. My back, neck, and shoulder massage for 30 minutes at James Dun’s House costs £25, or about Rp 500,000. I got my manicure & pedicure at The House which costs £54 or around one million rupiahs (I knowww, ridiculous! With one million rupiahs I could get 8 manicure & pedicure treatments in Jakarta). One place advertises relexology that costs £35/hour, and with the same amount of money I could get at least 7 treatments in Zen Living Jakarta. It’s not that Indonesia doesn’t have expensive treatments, but they are usually in premium places which target business people or tourists (Four Seasons Hotel charges about 400 thousands for a 90-minutes massage and Kirana Spa in Ubud posts all prices in USD, between USD 150 to USD 950), and we don’t go there in daily basis unless we’re the daughters of Lim Siew Leong. I and most of my friends in Jakarta spend at least twice a week in B+ class saloon and still get good service, good value with good money, something that I couldn’t do here that often. I know, there’s no point of converting here, and people keep telling me that you can’t compare apple to orange. But still, one million for toenails and hand nails??

Food
I don’t have problems with food, since I love trying out everything. I got minor culture shock when I arrived in Scotland at the first time (see my old post: Things That We Thought Are Normal…), but I still manage to find several Indonesian food and spices here, 12,000 km from Indonesia (see My Survival Kits). However I sometimes miss simple Indonesian food like sambal terasi or sayur asam. Lewi, despite only has to move to Singapore, told me that she misses Nasi Padang, and even though there are many places in Singapore serving the dish, it’s still not as good as in Indonesia, as they don’t use the secret ingredients (read: cannabis leaves) that Indonesians usually put. Also it’s so easy and cheap to find good food in Indonesia so I rarely cooked except to impress my partner. There’s no Indonesian restaurant here (there are 5 in London though) so if I have some craving for Indonesian food, I have to cook it myself, and anyone knows how Indonesian recipes need a lot of spices and take a lot of time to prepare. Plus we couldn’t get out everyday unless we’re Richard Branson’s children.

Excitement
You may laugh, but everything is predictable here. Everything is smooth, like a well-maintained machine. But it gets boring. It’s not like in Jakarta where every single minute can be an excitement. From a sudden traffic jam to a sudden clear traffic 30 minutes later. There’s a funny story during big flood last February. I was in Hong Kong for a conference and Friday was our last day. The ASEAN boss, who’s going back to Singapore, said that he could only stay until 1.30PM because he had to catch a plane at 4.00PM. I asked him if I could share a taxi with him since my flight was at 5.00 PM (means he’d take the bill so I didn’t have to pay, another saving for L’Oréal Indonesia haha!). After lunch time, however, I got a lot of texts from my colleagues, reporting that Jakarta was flooded, that airport was closed, that the main road was closed and even though we tried, the furthest we could go was Sheraton Airport Hotel, and the toll roads were now full of thugs asking money. In 1 hour the reports got worsened, and I was advised to stay in HK, my flight would be delayed anyway, etc. etc. Of course when the French boss was saying goodbye, in front of everyone in the conference room he asked, “Anita, are you going with me?“. And when I told him, and everybody, that I had to stay for one more day because Jakarta’s flooded, no one believed me. They thought I was making things up. Some guy from Taiwan said he just watched CNN during lunch time and there was no news about flood in Indonesia. Patiently I told him that there a lot of things can happen during 30 minutes, if you live in Jakarta. Nothing is predictable. I was lucky I was stuck in a comfy hotel HK rather than in Cengkareng Airport! Poor Stuart had just arrived though, and he’s stuck in Eastern Promise, where he and everybody else watched the water rising so fast until GG’s Subaru was drowned in front of its owner. If this story didn’t shake you, how about when Stuart and his friend got rescued with Bart’s farmer truck, and they saw 5 people walking on Kemang street holding a….. phyton! One held the head, one held the tail, the other three held the body.

Can you imagine such thing happen in Scotland? They call it traffic jam even though that it’s only 5 minutes macet. Compare to Stuart who had to take 1.5-3 hours back from his office in Karawaci to Kuningan, 5 minutes is nothing. The only excitement I saw so far was when we’re stuck in traffic last Saturday because there’s a car full of smoke and flames coming out of its machine. But within 30 seconds the police came to handle the traffic and make sure no one was close enough to get injured, and within 2 minutes the fire brigade came, and after less than10 minutes we’re allowed to pass because everything’s under control. Boring….!!

I lived in Sydney for two years and even then the only excitement I could think of was when the transit authority officers raided our bus to bust people who were using student ticket while they actually had to pay full price. Mardi Gras and Olympics are prepared events and predictable. No one can beat the phyton story and where else we could rowing a boat on the road?….

Weather
If only I’d moved to another tropical country, I wouldn’t have made a lot of fashion blunders like what I’ve done here. My old posting Confusing Weather has mentioned about it, and I still make some mistakes, like last Saturday, when I insisted on wearing mini skirt with nude colour tights. I thought I’d be warm enough, but every time the wind blew, my legs were frozen. Or the other day I wore my jacket with flurry hoodie like some Eskimo girl, and after 2.00 PM the sun shone so bright everyone started walking with tank top around Union Street, while I was left feeling stupid with my knee-high boots! So just to go out of the house takes a lot of preparation. I must make sure that I’m warm enough, not too hot and not too cold. It’s so easy in Indonesia, where I just need to wear jeans and whatever top and we don’t need to work out our brain and watch weather forecast before going out.

However I must admit that there are several things I don’t miss from Indonesia, like:

(“Good”) Customer Service
I sent email to Krisflyer Indonesia the other day, asking them to note my new address and stop sending mails to L’Oréal Indonesia because I’ve already moved to UK. After several days I’ve got the reply like this,

“With regards to your query regarding Krisflyer including updating the krisflyer particular such as address…” (deleted). “As for other option, you may come to our ticketing office and proceed to counter #5 during office hours at …” (deleted).

Didn’t I just state that I’ve moved to UK? Why did they suggest me go to their office in Menara Kadin? D’oh! Only after contacting Singapore office I got more sensible answer.

(“Better”) Preparation
Part of my job as a project manager was to make sure that the construction schedule was obeyed, but it’s difficult in Indonesia because it’s typically like this:

• The contractor informed that they’re going to supply & install a cabinet on date A.
• On date A, no one turned up up until lunch time so I had to call to confirm. Usually they said the cabinet was on its way but it’s either stuck in traffic, or the truck was still delivering other items in different place, or the cabinet was already in queue in front of service lift on the basement.
• The cabinet’s bits and pieces finally arrived, 6 hours late than it’s scheduled, accompanied by its labour, between 4-6 people.
• The labours put the bits and pieces at the destined spot and just sat down next to it.
• When asked why didn’t they start assembling, the normal answer were usually 1) they forgot to bring the screwdrivers so they must wait, 2) they forgot to bring bolts so they must wait, 3) the head labour hadn’t come so they must wait

In general, one small simple cabinet can take 1 full day and 6 people to install in Indonesia. When finally it is installed there are always something missing, usually shelves or lockset, so the cabinet was nicely put but we must wait for at least another day to get it done. Ok, let’s compare to my small experience having the bed delivered to our place. The bed we ordered has storages (drawers) underneath so it requires small work of assembly.

• Two people came, precisely on time. One was acting as the driver too.
• They make sure that the bed is positioned as I wish, and went out to get toolboxes.
• I phoned my mom when they started to work.
• The whole assembly process took 30 minutes. Even before I finished talking to my mom.

I couldn’t even putting a show to them, to let them know that I was a project manager with sharp eyes, because their work was perfect, I couldn’t find a single flaw.

(“Cheap”) Wine and Books
Yes, not everything is expensive here compare to Indonesia. Wine is incredibly cheap. A glass of red wine in Burgundy can buy the whole bottle here. I remember the last time we had dinner in Scusa and Stuart ordered a bottle of Barolo, which I really loved, but hate when saw the price. So it was a nice surprise to find the same type which only costs around Rp 250,000/bottle in here! Books are also very cheap, which is a good solution for me, since I’m a fast reading (I could finish one John Grisham’s novel in 2 hour without interruption), so since July I’ve already bought around ten books. Something that I couldn’t do in Jakarta, partly because the books are overprice, and partly because the selection isn’t that broad.

So do I really love living in a foreign country? Yes and no. There are certain things I’d always miss from Indonesia, there things that I won’t, ever. Either way, I’d always try to get the best out of everything. Everywhere.