Lethargic

I just found this vocabulary when I tried to find the synonym of ‘lazy’  …

Yes, living in a big city such as Jakarta requires hard work, unending effort, and creativity as well. You struggle hard to go to work, in search for some cash to pay your living cost and to spare some more to ensure that you have enough for your future. Not to mention a long battle in the road, when you habitually drain your patience and concentration in some jams. So, when you are already home, you will attempt to bother no further for any exhausting activity, and send your housewife or your maid to provide everything that you need to pamper yourself. Not many, I assume, of them who have extra energy to perform household duties (I cannot even imagine for fathers or husbands, for they often sceptically prefer to leave them unfinished if they may), and I shall raise my two thumbs up for them (the working women, I suppose) who are keen to handle everything by themselves even if they are worn out.

Thus, some of us are not used to do everything at home by ourselves. Yes some work are tiring, but you will order your maid to make you drink, to heat up your breakfast or dinner in a microwave, to move a weightless object in front of you, to go upstairs to turn off your television or lamp, even the simplest ones, for example, to collect something that lies merely two or three steps from where you stand or sit. You will not do them by yourselves, for you persistently hold the reason that ‘the maid is there to help, no need to trouble, we already paid her’.

And then?

Many people complained about them gaining weight too fast. Then they went to gym or expensive fitness center.

Moreover, they became lethargic. Sending someone to do something that you actually could do yourself, becomes a habit. Not only at home, but in any other situation. And if they fail or do mistakes, you simply blame them. If the result is imperfect, you grumbled. Yet you proclaim that you can do better.

What’s the point then? Doing some things by yourself is vigorous, and customarily train you to be empathy. So why not make an effort from now?

To be modest ...

Why does it have to be money above everything?

Though I may realize this from a long time ago, I recognized it further when I tried to teach my children a word of ‘modest’.

It sure is hard whenever you are in the midst of well-to-do surroundings. As you attempt to be humble, there’s always things to be witnessed as tempting even if it is not considered as ‘your fault’.

These days, everything is measured by your wealth. The materialistic world remains and continues to grow larger along with the unmistakable horror of human’s morale degradation.

There’s nothing wrong to pamper your child as they are worth to enjoy such privilege. But since they are, and of course we all are, social living things, it is contagious. Then again I believe that characters are built since early first days. If you failed to build it, you will see them improperly mingled in public.

However, I need to remain consistent. If I let them loose, it would be very risky. I must say I am grateful for now, they are not demanding. Should they went to a toy store, they rarely asked to buy anything. They also didn’t mind should they just play at home and going nowhere. For their daily menu, they seldom insisted to buy instant or junk food. Vegetables and whatever served in the dining table, they will happily opened their mouth for them. I just wonder for how long will they stay undemanding as so. It’s about the environs .. and me, of course, as their mother. So that’s why I have to be certain.

I wonder how kids could become very persistent not in good manners. They begged, cried, screamed, until they got what they want, mostly it's related to ‘purchasing something’. And their parents were not used to use the word ‘no’ since they themselves were caught in guilt for not spending proper time with them, and in return, they were easily being persuaded to spend their money. The kids will become spoiled and consumptive. Should it be that way?

I wish I won’t get contagious as well.

Above all … I love you, my children. I hope that you both will be modest for the rest of your life …

Man, Those Ethics!

Simply a lament of me and my family, and of course my troops! I don’t mind for me being harmed, but shall it be them, there’s no such thing to depict how furious I am ..

Few days ago I went with my family to one of the governmental office to administer some family documents, mainly for my husband and my children (mine is still valid). We were there at 9am and due to some stories from they who have made attempt to do these without third-party, in other words, manage the documents by themselves, we expected to be finished after lunchtime. Well, we have to prepare to wait, but I don’t mind.

After settling payments, we should wait to be called. Then the long-waiting adventure begun. I am not a good spectator, but only I could be so dumb not to see clearly lots of people who came after me just walked freely to the next booth without queuing. Some agents were with them. Those people peeked impatiently into the booth and they went in and out there all the time, blatantly ignoring the sign ‘no entry for those who were not called’ which was unmistakably placed at the door. One, two, three hours, then we were all dismissed to queue later until the Friday praying time has finished.

That, was already exhaustive. But wait until my next story.

We were back from our lunch and again sitting patiently in the waiting room. Not even one of our name was called for the next two hours. My husband, who do not wish to wait for any reason for his life, was more than cranky as I am. Along with me came a woman with her two sons who were as furious as we were. I remembered her to settle her payment right before me. Which concluded, when she has been called, then it would be my time.

That’s not true. There were so many names after her and not even one of our names buzzed.

I then argued with the officer in pursuant way, threat him that I could be no longer hold my son and daughter to be polite for they have waited for almost 7 hours, and the officer infuriate me more with his answers.

“You shall wait with others. They who came after you have already paid yesterday, so they could be served in a straight line. If you could not manage your children, and tired of waiting, you may come again tomorrow.”

What????

Then I pushed him and I pursued him. It was just too obvious that too many people are cutting my lane. Finally after he saw my troops running around gleefully and screaming with joy in the waiting room, and maybe because the cheat was just too far, he offered me to seek for my family documents.

No, this was not the end. We were served after we have been waiting for more than 6 hours, see. However after that, we had to spare some more of our patience for another more than an hour delay.

Geeeeezzzzzz ….

Few days later I came back to collect the finished documents and what I saw was pretty calming: the office has changed. It now has counters (not merely several lining desks) and most of all, it has electronic queuing number displays. Though I didn’t see any printer machine for picking numbers, I thought this is a good start. Well, let’s just say, we were simply ran of luck back on the ‘waiting’ day.

However I may still need to report my ‘unluckiness’ … so that there will be no others wasting their time badly …

Now It's About Football

I was not yet fully recovered when I watched World Cup semifinal between Germany and Spain. I suffered for (probably) gastritis, and this time it was surely a bit serious, but it was not powerful enough to hold me to watch the promising ‘rising stars’, Der Panzer.

Sadly, Die Mannschaft must lose the ticket to the final. Spain beat them 1-0. I must admitted these jungen seemed to have lost their strategy mapping, for statistics said so. From the very start, Spain dominated ball possession and continuously thrusted Neuer’s nest (wow, he’s a sexy goalkeeper, all right), making the 24-years-old worked harder than he should be. Boateng sometimes got the ball, but the dribble didn’t work well. Even Klose, Oezil (ooohh, that handsome Turkish) and Schweinsteiger appeared to be jammed while passing. In the end, it was Puyol of Spain who succeeded to blast the goal, making my gastritis felt worse than ever. Unlike their previous matches, which brought admiration and respect of the world after magnificent victory over England and Argentina, they did not make it this time. The absence of Mueller, probably? Or a clash with de facto captain Ballack be the reason? I don’t know. But I’m awfully miserable and disappointed. Must be admitted, I just watched them ‘sincerely’ since the battle against England (my husband is always not at the same side with me) but fell in love with their game ever since and joyfully hunt for every news about them, their players, the coach, and the history. Quite startled when I found that they are 25 years of age in average and mostly brought by Jogi to this event as their first international debut. And somehow, they are attractive yet lethal. Moreover, most of them are immigrants – unlike Hitler who wished for pure blood only. Salute for Jogi.

Well, let me tell you back in 1998. I kept my eyes on every matches at the World Cup. Surely, after quarter-final (well, I must admit it is very tiring to follow each match from the elimination phase). Unlike any other football mania, I quickly put out of my mind about who’s the man of the match, who’s the top scorer, even who was the champ. I only remember Davor Suker from Kroatia, who was mentioned as one of the best player. However I hardly recall when did I watch him play … at WC 1998, or 2002? I don’t even understand really well about total football, counter strike, and some other football phrases, and the most silliest thing is, I have been informed about the definition of ‘offside’ since 1998, hence until today, I still barely define one! Anyway, I prepared myself well in every match. Get ready for some snack and comfy seat, even if I had to watch alone. But none of the game has impressed me well and worth to be remembered, until this time. Enough to make me eager to satisfy my curiosity to explore more about Beckenbauer, Klinsmann, Muller, Matthaus, and Lehmann.

Europe and Latin America has a very long journey for preparing their young talents of football. Mostly parents have no hesitation to put their son to special football schools, which allow them to obtain normal teaching but also enjoy football at the curricullum. Even some of these players have been in touch intensely with football from their 5 years old of age! When they become teenagers, junior teams have waited, and so does a long potential career as a renamed footballer with unbelievable transfer amount. Imagine if I desired for my son to be a famous football star here in this country. He will suffer for not getting what he should. He will not be able to pay for his family. Even worse, nobody will spot his talent.

Like it or not, Germany must now prepare for their last battle to be the third place. What could be more good news is, the finalists are teams who have never been a champ. I think Holland and Spain deserve it. Aside from superstitious things about blue sweater (oooggghhh) and the octopus (let’s not mention that eight-handed creature, shall we? This time it’s not favorable to me and I’m not into it ..) and myths about never will be two champ at the same period (Spain is the winner for European Cup, right?) I may choose Holland for the winner, so they will make my revenge over Spain … what a cliché. I may be at Holland’s side because my son was named over one of the famous De Oranje player, Arjen Robben. Then again, I may be with Holland because they have some ‘undescribable psychology bond’ with this nation. But I guess I will not watch them at final …

Anyway … apart from all, I have a dream to live in Europe. Maybe because of the desire to watch my son to play football seriously? Well … that’s not really it (even if I know my husband will nod his head for this). But will we make it to live there? Amen!

Now let me make an attempt to fulfill my long suspended ambition … learning German language .. and try not to be moody as I discontinued to learn Hollandspreken and Spanish …

Immer uber alles (I hope it’s correct)
Tribute to Die Mannschaft

Hectic Traffic

Recently I found myself struggling hard in the midst of stiff, packed traffic. Though I may disagree with my own behavior, apparently I burst out dirty words to some wicked, disobedient drivers or motor riders. Did they do that on purpose, cutting my lane or horning loudly to push me to step on the accelerator deeper? Or did they merely trying to hit me to the edge? Maybe, they do not have time but to make or receive phonecalls behind the steer?

These days, driving in Jakarta could be considered as ‘rough’ or perhaps ‘intimidating’, especially in busy hours. You deal with people rushing towards their workplace with their mind spinning, thinking about what they should do once they sit on their cubicle. Tasks are on waiting list, bosses are making pressures, customers and clients need to be pleased. While kids at home were just showing their test mark which may not satisfying for some parents, or spouses demanded for insatiable requests, or bills awaiting to be paid, or more reasons that might not want to escape from their mind until they are settled.

But driving needs concentration. Driving requires paying attention. Most of all, driving are a matter of transporting to some other place safely. Do you know how much people cost to make crash test? Up to a million dollar, they say. So it’s a pity not to make the best use of the sophisticated breaking system or any other diligent technology since you rarely use it, isn’t it? (So never blame public transportation for taking over your way … they seem to be not familiar with brakes!)

Most of all, driving is about ethics. In Jakarta traffic, or perhaps in any other big cities, you may find sluggish drivers on the fast lane. When you set your sign lamp to take over them, they habitually hit the accelerator deeper, as a sign of not wanting to be overtaken. Or they may not know that it suppose to be one at a time when queuing, so no need to be rush, afraid of not getting the turn, and eventually being so assertive to other driver. I make myself to be used to raise my hands to drivers who slow down politely to give me a turn. It’s simply ethics.

Therefore, when you need to be tested for your patience and tolerance, try driving in Jakarta.

The Enemy

Name the environment’s worst and meanest enemy. Not catastrophical force majeures, not even time. Yes, it’s human.

I have been watching quite numbers of children animation. Some of them conveyed conservation issues very nicely, should you remember Wall-E, Tarzan, Jungle Book, Spirit the Stallion, Pocahontas, Brother Bear, Ice Age, Avatar (well, it’s a teen movie, actually), and so forth. The latest, which I watched just recently, has put across a message on how human could behave maliciously to anything that stands between them and their intention. And that is not merely fictious.

It is stupid for both becoming the most magnificent creature and the meanest living machine of all times at the same time, I’ll say. You were unquestionably bestowed a gift from the very beginning, and being so ferocious means that you are not thankful to the Giver.

But that’s human. They may not have instincts to hunt preys, but somehow the ability to create magnificent mass-destructor, as a result of being diligent yet stifling, is very much the same. Nowadays human are hunters for their surroundings, even for their own race. They seem to try to “fill the earth and subdue it, and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the air and over every living thing that moves upon the earth” in such a really meaningful ways. Subdue, dominate and … destroy.

How very heartbraking.

Couldn’t we human be more tender to any other creature in this planet?

Octopus's Garden

I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden in the shade
He'd let us in, knows where we've been
In his octopus's garden in the shade
I'd ask my friends to come and see
In an octopus's garden with me
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden in the shade

We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus's garden near a cave
We would sing and dance around
because we know we can't be found
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden in the shade

We would shout and swim about
The coral that lies beneath the waves
Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they're happy and they're safe
We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden with you
in an octopus's garden with you
in an octopus's garden with you


Do you know this song? It was performed by The Beatles, the famous oldies group to whom I admire the music lately. I mean, very late, just recently. Somehow it took only one time for me to hear this song and then adore it ever since. I’m not much of their fan, to be honest, different with my husband who is a fanatic to this English band. But this music is fascinating.

No wonder I was surprised to know that the singer of the song was Ringo Starr. I thought it was John or Paul who used to write and sing songs for The Beatles. I was aware that this distinctive band was very talented which allowed every one of its personnel to sing and play instruments in turn. But, once again, I could not believe that this was the drummer’s voice. He even wrote this song himself. Moreover, the music is fun and enjoyable. Complete with the bubbling sound that Ringo made by blowing in a glass of water.

The thing I like most about this song is that it seems like the text represents a matter that is so simple it could almost been categorized as ‘not important’. Why would you have to tell a story about dancing and singing and being happy in a nowhere with an octopus as a host?

However, I love it. Being under the sea, in a deepest darkest part of an ocean, with nobody ever give a bug, only few aqcuaintance are permitted to join, and nobody to tell what to do, sound so promising! To be secluded to minding our own business, deep sea seems to be the best place. The world sometimes is way too crowd, just as the mind, when it finds its pace to speed with numbers of problems that linger until solved. Will be more to be dealt with, when people are making judgement for what should be done ideally …

I like sea. It always give me long and profound contemplation. It is mystifying. I also like octopus. Though they seem ugly, they are stated as highly clever, perhaps the most intelligent of all invertebrates. Both are combined perfectly in the movie ‘Pirates of The Carribean’, should you remember a scene when a gigantic creature shattered and consumed a mighty ship. Might you recall, yes, it’s an octopus, called Kraken if I’m not mistaken.

So, would you like to be the eight-handed’s guest? I would be happy to!

Defining 'enough'

Have you ever define ‘enough’ for yourself?

According to my reliable Oxford dictionary, it means ‘to do something / for doing something to a satisfactory degree; sufficiently’. OK, let’s stop for this definition. Well, it may sound too theoretical, so I believe that any of you would be keen on having your own meaning. I mean, in financial terms of course.

Human has basic needs. Soon as they are fulfilled, human tend to satisfy more of their necessities. Food, clothes, place to stay, sleep, sex (hey, that’s not my definition, that’s Maslow’s), excretion, breathing, are among them. Then, when we are able to search and invent, we are consuming various type of food with more delightful taste and mild textures, wearing luxurious-fabricated clothes, or living in a humongous habitat that resembles a manor. The problem is, to some people, these could be considered as heaven and wish a whole lifetime to gain them. Otherwise, to other people, they mean to include some more to their wealth by allowing any way possible.

How many do you get each month? Do you feel like having enough of it? Or do you wish to gain extra for your account? I am disturbed with people who claim other people’s belonging, money for example, to be used by themselves to extent their wealthiness to some degree. The Indonesian Minister of Finance herself has proclaimed that despite how high she could raise her subordinates’ wages, there will be no guarantee that they will avoid themselves to having extras by corrupting. To them, probably there are no limitations. They recognize no ‘enough’ whatsoever.

So how do we describe this omnipresence predicament? The seven deadly sins, a classification appeared early on Christianites era, define one of them is greedy. Others are wrath, sloth, pride, lust, envy and gluttony – according to the final version. At Wikipedia, greed is defined as a very excessive or rapacious desire and pursuit of wealth, status and power. Consequentially when wealth arises, so will status and power. Anything is entitled to be possessed. So does other people’s or something that is not meant to be theirs.

Were not we taught at school for this morality highlight? I hardly believe so. Back to the old times, we were obliged to take ‘Penataran P4’ whenever we begin to swoop into new educational level. Though it might not be taught directly, greed was to be sure among the subject. However, I wish I could reread my Pancasila Morale Education (PMP) book these days …

I assume that it is important to determine the word ‘enough’ since early education. Requesting for more and more and always being fulfilled might increase the possibility to be greedy. It might be not easy for kids to hold their passion to have everything they want, but I’ll say, parents should illustrate them how to be grateful and thankful for everything they have possess. I myself, am still in process of defining my own definition of enough. Should you mean financially, I must sincerely confess that I desire more. Yet I am learning to define my limitations and realize my own strength …

Few weeks ago I was at one of the most prominent shopping center in Jakarta, known for its inexpensive but qualified products and a heaven for wholesalers. It is now as well a bliss for expatriates, for which I saw them gleefully bring two, three, four or more plastic bags and without complaining walked along narrow aisles, bumped other people’s body from one store to another, covered with sweat (yes sometimes the air conditioner doesn’t work), even if they were well-informed that the thing they have or they will purchase might not be the original one.

The shopping center is always packed with people. I think that’s why merchants always make an effort to maximize their presence, be it in quite sizable store or simply a small booth or yet a table at a counter. Owners typically put writings in way to make customers be alert for what they sell. What made me astounded, and constantly do, was some notes put at the edge of a table or on the wall:

Hair removal
Armpit whitener
Eyebrows grower
Teeth whitener
Bust firmer
Blemish removal

I hardly understand that they could provide numbers of instant solutions within a table. That’s the first one. Second, how many people are attracted and eventually come to buy one (or even all) of the products? Third, do they really work? (Let’s leave this question unanswered. I’m not keen to try, unless you have, then you may kindly tell me).

But what tickles more is, everybody will surely recognize that all of the products tend to be consumed by women. Are we that desperate to have all the listed problems solved? Me, for instance. Should I am offered to buy one, I would might be interested to pay for eyebrows grower (since they really do not have their identity there, clinging above my eyes). However I will think once, twice, third times and so forth, and we will be brought back the third question: do they REALLY work? What if they have more side effect than you have ever imagine, like your eyebrows be dismissed forever? Yes, women are demanded to look appropriate. But seems that you have not done enough just whitening your face (it’s recently common to think that white skin is perfectly beautiful, even though I disagree), your teeth, and today: your armpit as well. How many times will you raise your arm and display the armpit to the public just to have them say that it is indeed smooth and flawless?

Then again, for some ladies, hair is meant to grow only on top of your head, not at the other part of the body. I can recall on how women feel necessary to remove all the unwanted. Isn’t it hilarious to discover that, like me, some will make it grow in another place, while taking it away at the other area? Well, I don’t think that we will easily restructure what has been made by God.

Next time remind me to come to one of the counter to ask for the price, and where the products are formulated. I really want to find out.

Times for My Children

I am amazed on how people said they are timely managed, but somehow a vast percentage of their life is spent at their workplace …
These days, you may find people rushing towards their workplace on early dawn as normal. Then, they who stepped inside their house back from work at nearly midnight is also natural.
I don’t blame them should they be single. Don’t be offended, but I was too at the top of my less-worried time when I have not yet been married. The only thing that I must carefully cope with was my mom’s singing, worried that I did an incompatible work for a girl.
The deep concern goes to the family heads: father and mother. In the name of career, they sometimes unconsciously having too much time at their office, or on duty, and leaving their children at home with grandparents or even only nannies or maids. When the siblings did not make it at their early competence that they should be, or at school, simply blame them, or worse, the nannies. Should they know how the household workers treat their children, I’m sure they will reconsider many many times.
Don’t think that will work, I suppose. Somehow I myself had to deal with the very hard things when I decided not to continue sitting on my desk at my division, which means I had to wave my hands to steady income and welcoming the uncertainty for future, just to dedicate more love to both my son and daughter. I’ve been through profound contemplation, tears and smolders, not that I should not have another job with time flexibility, but the anxiousness of getting unstable financial gets my nerve. Not to mention, I am a person with energy which stiffs when there is nothing to do. At the office, I have directions for what to do, but at home, I could arrange any doings I want, and at the same time I could hardly think of what to do!
Now, some children I know are very happy to be piled with toys and gifts and speak joustly that their parents really need to go to work to keep them rewarded. How they brag about their wealth is truly remarkable. I also read some children’s comments on the media on how do they wish to possess the newest gadget and persuade their parents complete with their tears and cries, even if they are merely still wearing their red short uniform.
I just wish that life would be simpler. However, I do hope that I could recompense more to my children, aside from toys and leasures, but the time on which I could always be free to hug, cuddle, kiss, caress, put them on my lap, play planes and superman, not anytime I want, but anytime they want, and anytime they need. I don’t feel like losing their crucial growth as they don’t intend to call upon any other people for help when I can be there, lending a hand. Nobody could be the best parent, as none will assure that they have the perfect children raising method, but I at least would like to have the nearly best.

(Still) Farewell, Pak ...

Tepat hari ini, 27 Januari 2010, adalah persis seminggu berpulangnya salah satu orang besar di tempat kerja saya dulu. Dia adalah sang big boss yang menentukan jalannya sebuah konglomerasi besar di Indonesia ...

Nggak ada yang menyangka, lho. Beliau ini sakit hanya sekitar 5 hari, dan sempat dibawa ke salah satu rumah sakit besar di Singapura. Tapi apa mau dikata, Tuhan menentukan lain. Semua kaget. Semua menghela napas. Termasuk saya yang hanya berstatus mantan karyawan.

Saya mendapat runtut ceritanya yang cukup detil, mulai dari beliau merasa kurang enak badan, masuk rumah sakit, trombosit drop, unconscious, dibawa ke negeri singa, sampai pagi2 lewat blackberry message saya dapat kabar kalau beliau sudah nggak ada.

Cepet bener ya, pikir saya. Dan mau nggak mau saya ikut nangis. Padahal di kantor itu dulu jarak jabatan saya dengan beliau ini jauh. Bukannya nggak pernah ketemu atau berhubungan, tapi saya bukan yang tiap hari harus lapor kepada beliau. Cuma yang saya ingat, bulan2 ini adalah bulan2 dimana saya dan tim proyek anu harus mewawancara dan memotret beliau. Orang yang low profile, baik, dan perhatian dengan orang2 disekitarnya. Nangis? Iya lho. Saya sempat nangis, apalagi sambil baca runtutan cerita dari seorang teman baik yang ikut mengurus kepulangan jenazah dan persemayamannya. Jadi biarpun siapalah saya ini, saya putuskan untuk datang memberi penghormatan terakhir.

Waktu melayat, saya cukup mumet memikirkan bagaimana parkirnya di sekitar rumah duka dan pelayat sudah tentu tumplek blek disana. Bisa masuk nggak sih? Nanti salaman sama siapa? Jadi datangnya rada malam. Nyatanya masih banyak orang, mungkin karena besok paginya jenazah sudah akan dimakamkan. Jangan tanya karangan bunga, buanyak betul! Pelayat datang dan pergi, buku tamu mungkin sudah ganti berapa kali. Semuanya sama, nggak ada yang percaya. Semua bilang beliau pergi terlalu cepat. Nah, katanya 'kan orang baik memang seringkali 'dipanggil pulang' duluan. Jadi apa kita2 yang masih hidup ini nggak baik? Heh heh heh, nda tau ya ...

Makin sedih waktu saya lihat foto Bapak di atas jenazah. Foto itu diambil bulan Februari tahun lalu, dan saya sendiri yang masih in charge. Yaampun, si Bapak, kok sekarang tahu2 sudah nggak ada ... rasanya miris banget. Begitulah hidup ya, segala sesuatu ada waktunya.

Pagi hari besoknya, iklan dukacita seperti jor-joran mengisi halaman media massa. Lagi2 saya sedih, karena foto2nya sebagian diambil saat saya yang punya 'gawe' ...

Tapi lucunya, salah satu bekas rekanan kantor saya yang juga teman baik saya sempat dengan panik menelepon saya demi klarifikasi berita duka ini. "Yaampuuuuun si Bapak ... kita belum sempat interview lho buat bikin laporan!" katanya ... hahahaha ...

Sampai hari ini pun cerita2 tentang doa bersama mengenang Bapak, masih masuk di blackberry message saya. Menunjukkan betapa beliau begitu dicintai banyak orang dan kepergiannya bikin banyak orang kehilangan. Beliau bukan milik keluarganya saja, tapi juga milik komunitas besar disekitarnya ...

Farewell Pak, we will miss you ...

Ayo mulai ...

Akhirnya nge-blog juga!

Rasanya gue dah pengin nge-blog dari entah kapan ... tapi kenapa baru sekarang mulai jalan ya?

Silahkan salahkan si kemalasan :)

Hari ini baru hari Rabu ... kalau masih di jaman ngantor dulu, ini hari yang paling tanggung karna judulnya seperti 'yak, sebentar lagi weekend' tapi 'duh masih dua hari lagi' ... Sekarang sih karna udah selalu di rumah, setiap hari rasanya sama aja, kecuali Sabtu dan Minggu yang rasanya lebih cape karena lebih banyak agenda yang harus dijalanin dibanding hari biasa. Kalau anggota keluarga komplit (baca: suami libur) 'kan lebih seru kalau mau kemana-mana ...

Anyway, sekarang sedang ujan ... padahal sekitar empat jam yang lalu panasnya lumayan bikin gosong. Iklim kayanya dah berubah total ya. Orang Jakarta kalau ujan sedikit aja langsung pengin buru2 pulang kantor. Macetnya nggak ketulungan, kata mereka (I was part of them, lho, hehehe). Kok kesannya kayak takut air ... tapi sebetulnya sih takut genangan ... gimana enggak, sekali ujan bisa menghasilkan ketinggian air sekitar 20 - 40cm, dengan catatan nggak seberapa deras ... nah lho, kalau deras? Lumayan lah bikin mobil2 sekelas Jazz ngeri lewat ... Lucu kan jadinya, mustinya orang bersyukur dikasi ujan. Sekarang malah rencana2 bisa batal karna kemacetan (dan genangan) nggak bisa ditembus, semua ngedumel dan berharap supaya ujan nggak jadi dateng ... salahnya sapa coba ...

OK, this is just my thought. Postingan pertama yang singkat tapi masih ngalor ngidul. Nggak papa lah ya, namanya juga usaha ... daripada nggak mulai2 hehehe