Man in the train

I was in a train to Jakarta. I slept from Cilebut to Depok, then a tall man carrying a 2 years old son, followed by his 6 years old curly hair daughter and another (maybe) 12 years old tomboy daughter, and his young-looking wife. They do not look like a rich family by to the clothings they wear.

I offered my seat to the man, then he commanded the curly hair girl to seat and she did. It was just one seat, but then the mother tried hard to fit herself in, too. “Why should you?” I said to myself. One seat is enough and you’re a grown up woman and strong enough to stand until you reach your destination.

After 5 minutes, the tomboy asked to seat, and the mother gave her seat. I could see then, they were a happy family, going somewhere for a holiday.

Then this thing began to trouble my mind again. A woman who sat next to the tomboy stood up and got off the train. The man automatically shouted to his lady whom I still doubt she was his wife because of her age, to take the seat. And she did. She did without offering it to me first. I was like, “Where is your manner, dude and duddett? I’m still here and I’m alive. And the most important thing is, I was the one who gave your family a seat.”

Gosh, this people. Even she offered me a seat, I wouldn’t take it because I knew I wasn’t fasting. But, there’s something we call Politeness, when someone has offered you a seat because of your family condition and you already took it, you offered back that advantage when you got an additional seat when you don’t really need it. Well I know you need it, but at least an offer (basa-basi) is a polite thing to do to keep good relationship between people. I believthis man and the family don’t get thatlesson from their ancestors… Poor you guys.

Neither the man or the wife had ever thanked me for the seat. Not even smile.

Moreover, when another seat was available next to the curly hair daughter, this man without hesitating offering it to the woman (not very old compared to me) who stood next to me. I stared at both of them on purpose.

Fuck you, man. That woman wore veil and I was not. Screw you people who are racist and fanatic! What if I was a person who genuinely accepted the Quran’s teaching but hasn’t decided to wear a veil yet. We live in a tropical country, fyi, if you didn’t pass your geographic lesson at high school. It’s 27 C degree and I wouldn’t force myself to cover myself even more.

Someone will get mad by reading my story. I’m just telling you the truth.

Dear God

Just a month after I said Yes but it’s already been a month of a hell. I said Yes and I have committed to do this. And I am committed to do it seriously but fun. However… Hahaha… It doesn’t look like that.

But I believe You, God. And I ask for more of your blessing, and please please please give me wisdom and patience.

Thanks so much, God.

Lubang Singa

Gila ya… Anjrit. Rese banget.

Istilahnya, “Selamat datang di dunia persilatan”, pas banget cuy.

Ni gue baru aja sebulan jadi ‘pesilat’. Tapi udah mulai diserang dari luar dalam. Nggak nyangka gue seribet ini.

Damn…

Well, gue terima kerjaannya, tapi gue juga mo melakukannya dengan santai, hepi, berkecukupan. Yang pasti gue bukannya nggak mau anggap serius ni kewajiban gue, tapi… When I said yes for the job, I am determine to learn how to:
– Lead
– Face older cocky colleagues
– Have some fun even it will be frustrating, and
– Be a model for the juniors (Even I know I won’t be one)

I was reminded that some of the people can turn to bloody warewolf, but I really didn’t imagine if their puppy face could fool me really bad.

(to be continued)

2013 in review

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Idiot

Dillema..
Dillemma?
Damn… Which one has the correct spelling?

Guys, what do you do when you think you have done something wrong. You knew that you did wrong. You knew you can’t revise it because it’s impossible. Because it’s not you. But it’s yours. But you are really regretting it.

I kept thinking of some people in my past who gave me nothing but I knew… I knew…

Damn, But I’ll never know.

But I knew through their eyes. When I look at them. They… Shouldn’t be nothing. Forced to be nothing.

Then I’ll just praying for an improvement and luck. I hope God also helping me hard to get me through this. Coz I need You.

Awwwgh!!!

I finally get a chance to write my family experience to Bali, two weeks ago.

Summary:
4 days, 4 nights
2 adults, 1 child
Bali & Nusa Lembongan

Day 1 (Thursday)
We left Bogor with Damri bus (IDR 40k/pax), and arrived at Terminal 3, Soekarno Hatta airport, Jakarta, two hours later after a quite terrible traffic we passed through. Luckily I had bought some snacks for my kkiddy so she didn’t get bored with what was happening outside the bus.

I did the web check-in for both CGK-DPS and DPS-CGK flights. Fyi, we flew with Air Asia and I had printed the all boarding passes, so we just need to do the baggage check-in at Air Asia counter at the airport.

As we arrived at the airport, we checked-in our baggage, which took a quite long time to queue. And it got worse, the plane was delayed 25 minutes from departure 7.35pm 8.00pm. And it got worse (again), when we passed through a big ugly cloud, so our plane swang right and left. It made me scared. Damn scared.

We landed nicely, and I realized that we are not in Jakarta anymore, so I should find out where the Blue Bird taxi hangin around to get passangers. I knew that our accommodation for the first night is only about 1 to 2 km from the airport and I could predict an IDR 20k would be sufficient. But… Asking to local Baliness at Burger King and Indomaret weren’t helping. They just pointed out a spot, but no further information on how to get a Blue Bird Taxi. We finally found a Blue Bird near Solaria restaurant when some foreigners arrived and paid the taxi. But there were also local airport taxi drivers who insisted us to get in their taxi. I said No to one of them, then he looked at me with a very scary face, like he wanted to stab me with a knife if I said No once again (I was just imagining it like in a movie, lol). But the face was really scary. Please be aware guys. Here’s my hint: After taking your baggage from the airport, go with the crowds, across the road to Burger King, to Solaria, get out the gate of the Airport, find a Blue Bird taxi there! The (also) blue airport taxi offers a lot more expensive taxi fare. Compare this: Blue Bird only IDR 15k, airport taxi offer IDR 60k and IDR 50k the lowest to my destination which was only 10 minutes drive from airport.

Okay then, so we stayed at Kupu Kupu 39 at Jalan Wana Segara in Kuta. It was a very nice cheap accommodatio. With only IDR 200k, we got clean and spacious room with spring bed, cupboard, clothesline pole, clean bathroom and towels. I was very happy with it, because I was just booked it from Booking.com

Damned again

It’s a bad day and I need to vent.

I really want to scream, but silence with tears are the only things I can do. I am imagining myself in a beach, on white sands, looking at big waves. I am dreaming of me time which may never come true. I am now married, tied with a child and motherhood responsibility, started in a quite young age as my self consider.

I tried to coat my disquitetude with fake cheerful face, but I am too honest.

Pray is not enough.
Act is not helping.

Can the world stop spinning for a day, even though I know I won’t change anything if I am the one who lives on that weird day.

No pastor, parents, spouse can teach, give advise, or motivate me wiser and better, and my ears are closed for those things like my own mind is the best thing to look up to. And this moment I feel so atheist.

I still need to vent for the real story to be heard.

Damn, I am crying again.

Perpanjang SIM A di Bogor

Aaah, gak kerasa ini udah yang kedua kalinya gue perpanjang SIM…. Yang berartiiii gue udah nambah 10 tahun dari waktu gue punya SIM umur 17 tahun dulu. Hyaaaa… I’m getting old.

Begini pengalaman gue bikin SIM, well sebenernya I’m doing it right now while waiying for the photo session.

Gue datang jam 10.40, ke loket pertama di Polres Kota Bogor (arah ke Kedung Halang dari Warung Jambu, sebelah kiri jalan). Udah jelas-jelas yah, tuh loket namanya: Loket Pendaftaran SIM, tapi pas gue ngasih KTP sama SIM asli gue, gue malah disuruh ke sono-kesini dulu (beli map kuning – perpanjang SIM), foto kopi KTP (ya emang belum foto kopi sih, cek kesehatan, beli asuransi pengemudi, trus bayar pembuatan SIM). Pengarahannya juga nggak jelas, “Ke sana ya, Mba.”.

Jadi, intinya:
1. Siapkan SIM asli dan 1 lembar foto kopi KTP dan beli map kuning dari rumah aja juga bisa,
2. Langsung ke belakang Polres, ke tempat Praktek dokter untuk tes kesehatan, walaupun nggak ada dokternya, cuma ada ‘suster’, atau kayaknya orang biasa juga bisa kok, haha…. Di cek tensi, buta warna ato nggak, tinggi dan berat badan, trus bayar 20ribu. Trus ditawarin asuransi pengemudi seharga 30ribu yang valid selama 5 tahun, tapi cuma bayar sekali, dan bisa claim 400ribu untuk perawatan inap, 4 juta untuk meninggal dunia, dan 4 juta untuk cacat tetap,
3. Ke loket pembayaran SIM, bayar 80ribu,
4. Ke loket Pendaftaran SIM untuk kasih semua berkas di map, trus tunggu dipanggil,
5. Setelah dipanggil, ke ruang ujian, tapi untuk isi formulir aja, kalo udah, map-nya akan ditulisin nomor antri foto,
6. Tunggu dipanggil untuk foto, rapiin rambut, baju, make up,
7. Setelah foto, tunggu nggak nyampe 5 menit (suwer cepet juga), trus ambil SIM barunya deh.

Kalo mo perpanjang SIM, cuti setengah hari juga bisa deh….

Sekian dan terima kasih.

Come Home Late

Starting today I will post about the craziest thing happens in my life on that day. Today it’s about coming home late at 5.45 pm.

So my boss has agreed to give me a 3 days leave starting tomorrow until Monday. So this is my last day to finish my pending cases plus today’s cases. My total pending cases were around 10 plus 19. Today, my supervisor allocated me with another 25 cases. While, generally I finish only 25-28 cases. Awww… But in some circumstances in the past, I could finish up to 30-40 cases a day. But it only happened only like 2-3 times in my life.

This morning I finished those 19 cases just for 3,5 hours. Then I checked email for any incoming additional infos for my cases, then after lunch, I was going after the other 10 cases, then started to process the new cases. At 4 pm, the Time when normal people go home, I stayed late with other 2 friends until 5 pm. My Manager checked my untouched cases and helped me with some of them. Wew…. It’s not a good thing, I guess… Well she is very helpful, but your Manager helping you do your job??? I must be the one who is helping the boss. Well, my office is kinda different, and my boss is specially different. She is very helpful in anything. Plus, very wise (that is what I adore about her). She ended up staying late with me until 5.45pm. She said she didn’t want me to get stressed because of my pending cases. Damn, she’s really nice.

I was hoping that I still can do final check to my pending cases, leave notes to their databases, and whatever that makes me comfortable before I leave my desk for the Next 3 working days. Well, she was already standing there waiting for me to go home, so I packed up my stuff and left.

Why this is crazy is because, it’s been almost a year that I don’t do overtime after 5 pm, that my boss is a great boss and yes I would overtime if I want to have a leave tomorrow.

Birthday post

Happy 27. Wow I just realised that number is my favorite one, two and seven, just because I was born on day 2 month 7. Then this post must be one of the most meaningful writings of mine in my entire blogging history.

Well I’m writing this one in a train while listening to Fireflies by Owl City. It’s been a 27 years of happiness, sadness, and a joyful life. I’m thanking God for what I am before and now. I’m thanking God for what I had before and I have today. I’m thanking God for my failures and my victories.

So, overall, it’s a great simple life. I don’t have to be Mandela, Catherine Duchess of Cambridge, Pope Francis, or Megawati. But I’m happy to be only a wife and a mum.

I still have a bunch of things to do in my life, and I guess my ‘to do before I die’ list just getting longer, not shorter, which means I haven’t done anything in my life…. Hahahaha….

I am wishing my life to be wiser as wife, mother, daughter and friend. I am wishing that God would bless my Family more this year, with health and happiness in each heart. I am wishing that I will keep blogging until I die (well that’s creepy). At least until I started to think that I’m too old or too sick to write something. And I wish that everyone who reads my blog gets the same blessing.

Thank you guys.