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 …
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
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
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
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