Writing like a horse?!

The title was my idea, because this is my blog and i will write whatever i like to write. Ok, last night it was my writing class. The teacher name Away just motivated us for writing anytime anywhere. "seruduk babi" he told us that last night. That's how our attitude should be when the time for writing, DO NOT THINK! Just write write and write. Fine.
Today i just overheard my friend talked in the phone with her mom. You know, this is not the first time i heard she talked with her mom like that, with a high tone, unfriendly and almost churlish. Look, i am not judging her, i mean that's her mother so maybe she can do whatever she likes do to her mom (right?), but every time she did it was like a reminder for me and rises a big question.."Did i do the same thing to my mom? when the time we have a conversation and she is being stubborn?" Uh, i hope i didn't do the same thing. A mother is like something that you hate and love in the same time. You hate her because it feels like you see yourself around, and you love her because she is your mother...
Anyway, this friend will gonna be my reminder how i should treat my mom. Thanks to my friend.

The Trip To Singapore

The trip to Singapore

Last month I had the opportunity to go to Singapore to watch the Lion King musical performances. That was my first visit to Singapore. The first day in Singapore I used to walk the road and visited a mall called Bugis junction. Chocolate candy and various food products from Singapore makes me forget it was at 12pm in Singapore time. Ah, I stayed in a place called little India, where I can get a cheaper hostel in Singapore. It was called little India because Indian people lived there in significant amounts. I’ve been warned about “the smell” of Indian people. Because they eat curry food a lot, their smelled like “curry”, but it was okay for me because I love Indian food.

The second day is a day of visiting the museum. We arrived at the museum in the right time because there is a group which just about to start, of course with the tour guide. We should pay 10 dollars first before the officer allowed us joint with them. The tour guide waited and he asked from which country we came. I said “we are all from Indonesia…” and the tour guide said “well good, so we have, Germany, English people, and Indonesian”

So, we followed the tour guide enter the building.

The tour guide in the group is a middle-aged man. The first stories he told us is how the history of Singapore as an island which had lost for 200 years from “the story of history”. No people, no activity….just gone. Probably because there is no history that can be told, along the following explanation is how the Singapore island discovered by Raffles as an explorer from England, then how Singapore became one of the world’s modern cities.

I feel bored. My friend and I instantly gossiping “Huh pay 10 dollar and do not get any story?” half of the road way at the museum me and my friend just gossip how great Indonesia with thousands of historical stories.

Almost an hour long tour of the history, until finally we see the man of the tour guides would finish his “lecture”, tedious for joy this tour will end I took a position at the front in the circle of the group. Suddenly, the tour guide man said, pointing at me ;

“You see, Singapore has no water naturally, but now, we never run out of water. Totally different in Indonesia right? (pointing at me) They have a lot of water but not all the water you can drink, right?

What the *fuck*! I shouted to myself, why he should have to compare Indonesian water with Singapore water, his job is how to explain the history of Singapore, which is no connection with our waters!! I really really really angry! Unfortunately I could only smile bitterly because it was too angry to talk. When the group disbanded, my friend approached me and asked how I feel about what was the tour guide said, I said, I wanted to hit his face. Without asking again he walked toward to the tour guide, and we followed him. We will protest. This is what we say to the tour guide:

“I am sorry to say this, but you don’t have to compare your country with mine. That’s not polite. You can say anything about how good your country without comparing to other country like Indonesia, and you know what, we still drinking our own water without import from another country, even you said our waters is dirty…we just fine!”

The tour guide man apologized repeatedly with hands that like to worship. He did not say anything other than “sorry…” After we finished what we like to say, we exit the building. We decided having our lunch and will continue talk about what happened in there. I was angry because I don’t pay 10 dollars just for listen how Singaporean insult Indonesian like that, but the other feelings of mine said, maybe he just try doing his job, maybe he doesn’t really mean to insult, and some questions appear, how is his feelings now? Is he sad about what happened? Or what?

One thing that I realized, Indonesia is a big country with all the bad and the good side, so that’s why we should proud of it. I do not feel like a hero. I just do not get people talking about my country like that.

On Wednesday with my dad..

Just came from hospital to bring my dad check his stomach up. Thanks god he just fine, nothing serious.. I remember when i was young he always accompany me to hospital when i got sick, he will holding my hands very tight so i will not to fall. And sometimes he grabs my shoulder every minutes i try to move my body (actually i am not that sick! haha..).

Now he is 64 years old, if there something wrong in his body until now is only his stomach, and i felt so lucky because of that.

My random day..

I am just know this man is about 1 hour when at the end of the conversation he calls me bitch..just because i was forget to put one word in our conversation. What i want to say is : Some man are NOT asshole, instead i said; Some man are asshole!! So that's why he calls me BITCH. Ha! This is actually a funny thing for me in my rush hour at office. I try to reply and explain it to him about the mistake, but i guess he is not be friend with a bitch like me (or my message is not send yet). I don't know. By the way, what i learn here is, if you are very very easy to call people DEAR, when this someone make mistake you will call this people BITCH very easy too. Ok, that's fair..i guess.

Good day!

Si Stenggil teman saya...

Saya dikenal sebagai orang yang suka bersih-bersih, ngga tau ya apa ini sama artinya dengan istilah 'freak neat' yang suka rapih dan bersih-bersih itu. Tapi memang saya suka bersih,saya merasa nyaman kalo berada di tempat yg bersih,meski kadang-kadang tidak rapih saya tidak keberatan, yang penting BERSIH. Ok.
Saat ini saya tinggal di sebuah asrama yang disediakan oleh kantor tempat saya bekerja,berisi lima orang di dalam setiap kamar. Di tempat saya sendiri orangnya beraneka ragam,ada yang dari Madiun,Jakarta,Medan,Pematang siantar,saya sendiri lahir di Jakarta tapi bokap dari Banyuwangi dan nyokap dari solo,tapi kalo ditanya asal darimana saya jawab dengan mantap BANYUWANGI! Beraneka ragam asal budaya teman-teman di kamar berbeda juga kelakuan dan tingkah lakunya. Tapi dari semua teman saya hanya bermasalah dengan satu orang saja. Dia asal Medan,putih,cantik,keturunan cina,agak tinggi dengan badan menyerupai laki-laki yang lurus tanpa pinggang. Banyak yang terkagum-kagum dengan kecantikannya,tapi dia agak gila,ehm,mungkin karena dia aneh sifatnya jadi teman-teman yang lain memanggilnya dengan si Stenggil alias setengah gila.
Bukan Stenggil nya yang bikin saya sebal, tapi kebiasaan-kebiasaan jorok di kamar.
Misalnya, dia biasa membuka celana panjang dan ditinggal begitu saja tergeletak di lantai,handuk mandi yang tidak dijemur diluar tapi di gantung di pinggir tempat tidur, atau tas travelnya yang dia biarkan berminggu-minggu tergeletak penuh dengan baju kotor,yaack..jorok banget! Belum lagi tumpukan baju bersih yang dibiarkan sekian lama,sepatu bekas pakai yang kadang ikut masuk kamar,dan hebatnya dia tidak pernah mengerjakan piket membersihkan kamar! (mungkin dia pikir saya pembantunya)
Belum lagi sikapnya yang selalu bermanis-manis kepada siapapun apabila dia sedang membutuhkan bantuan orang itu. Halah,pokoknya ngga ada yang bagus orang ini di mata saya..kecuali, menurut saya orangnya lucu,dengan pintar dia bisa menirukan kelakuan-kelakuan orang lain hingga bisa bikin tertawa,selebihnya dia menyebalkan (buat saya). Semoga dia ngga suka baca blog, secara orangnya ngga terlalu gaul...
Segala sumpah serapah ini sudah pernah saya omongkan langsung dulu, dan hebatnya dengan menampilkan wajah dingin tak berperasaan setiap kali kami ribut malah membuat saya tampak tolol dan sepertinya tak terkontrol alias punya mental labil. Orang yang mendengar saya marah-marah tidak karuan,sementara dia diam saja seolah menerima apapun yang saya katakan jadi jatuh kasian padanya.
Saya tahu dia sangat ambisius,dia juga orang yang mudah sirik dengan orang lain (saya tahu karena saya the queen of sirik,jadi saya mengenali kaum sendiri),tetapi yang dia tampilkan setiap hari beda.
Tapi diatas kesebalan saya terhadapnya saya belajar satu hal,belajar menerima orang lain,se jelek apapun dia,harus diterima karena dia juga teman saya selama 13 tahun terakhir ini (ya gimana ngga jadi teman, orang kerja se kantor tidur se kamar).
Bah, agak ragu saya untuk nge post tulisan ini karena biar gimana juga ngga ada orang yang suka dirinya dijelek-jelekan.
Tapi ya udahlah,semoga dia ngga marah..

In this week in life

27 oct'09, Tuesday
having some sport in de morning..almost forget how is felt to be sweaty, awesome!
Sited beside someone who i don't like him at all and all day! (this is what it called hell??).
Big rain at Pamulang.
Got headache in the wrong time.

28 oct'09, Wednesday
Opening Tradexpo 2009 at PRJ..so sleepy,quite,too many man from abroad looking for some money...?

29 oct'09, Thursday
Mom in very panic of her illness today and causing my sis and me in horrible panic too. So i call her from my cell phone,then i explaining her,calming her,so she can gets some sleep.

30 oct'09, Friday
Stay at exhibition PRJ for about 5 hours? ah...smiling to stranger and try to explain what EKI is...
Having lunch at Bakmi Gang Kelinci..alone, with the cigarette. The food not so good, but at least i can enjoy the cigarette and the tea, enjoy the crowded,watching people gets their lunch then rush to go back for work.
Honestly i did not expect anything from the exhibition. There are a lot of trader from around the world who interested with some 'real stuff' they can buy and selling again, not something 'abstrac' like EKI??

01 nov'09, Saturday
Finally closing!
Enjoying read a book at night. Met a gorgeous handsome boy at exhibition this morning. Ha, he just 22 years old...you are not for me baby!!

13 nov'09, Friday
After got some rush days in Batu Malang, finally at home again, kinda back to routine and put the usual activities in daily.
Always has high spirit on friday, always!

My Kalisetail river

Couple months ago, i have been 'forced' by my boss to get some 'rest' from my office's work. She suggested me to stay in my native town for a month. I don't want to go home, but she though this 'rest' might be helped me to fix up my personal problems at work (and life).
I can't dealing with this situation at first, But still i went off Jakarta in early morning to my native town Banyuwangi.
Banyuwangi is the end of town from east Java province the opposite each other from Bali island. I almost forget the looks of my town was, but i can't forget a river called 'Kalisetail' . Located only 500 meter from my house, Kalisetail has a waterworks which is came from the mountain, the streaming can be heard far especially at night. The sounds of the river like a song. Intoxicated song. The sounds of Kalisetail can make you get your sleep sound without a pill! Kalisetail is multyply river, people can washing cloth,bath,swiming and pee there...hhmmm...but the water still looks clean and clear, so people started their activies everyday from the river for many many years. So, Kalisetail could be one of good reason why i should be happy to be coming home again.
But i'm wrong, that's Kalisetail 7 years ago.
Now, Kalisetail changed.
The water of the color now brown, in many side of the river i can see the heap of garbage..plastic,branch,glass...there are no children swimming around the river.
I seen people ruined their own village. My village!
WHY?!!
After one month i go back to Jakarta with many plan in my head.
No using plastic. Thinking twice for using paper. Never forget to switch off the lamp at night. Using water just a little.
For what? I don't know. I am just sad.