Monday, November 26, 2007

What a Wonderful World (by Louis Armstrong)



I see trees of green, red roses too

I see them bloom for me and you

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white

The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky

Are also on the faces of people going by

I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"

They're really saying "I love you"

I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow

They'll learn much more than I'll ever know

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Oh yeah

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Heroes

Happy Hero Day.
Salute to all heroes.

When you hear the word "heroes" you might think about the people who died in battle for the independence of the country. Some others might assume heroes to people who live their lives for the welfare and security of others - family, society, country, even the world. There might be also an opinion that heroes are people who sacrifice themselves saving the love ones - the people, animals, plants, environment, even the earth. Heroes are such big figures.

I like to think big, having state of mind that our existence in this world is not just merely living. But, in term of heroes, I like to think small, means that in real life heroes are not always the big figures. They could be ordinary people we know or persons we never know. Last but not least, they could be us. Who knows?

I met some heroes. Not like the heroes in TV series which have special power or ability like Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Wonder Woman, Fantastic Four, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turttles, Spongebob Squarepants .... Spongebob??? Wait, I think I get carried away... uhum! Yeah, heroes like that. Or maybe in Indonesian version Saras 008, Panji Milenium, Tuyul dan Mbak Yul...what???...Oh, no, not again. Sorry, just pretend I never said those words. Okay, they are not heroes for me. No.
The heroes I am talking about are real people in my life. When I tell you, maybe you will think that their heroic actions are not big deal, or even too simple to accept, but hey, they are my heroes... So, do you mind?

My internship friends are my heroes (I had internship in Gunung Leuser National Park about a year ago). They saved me from the ground leeches several times. Yup. Eventhough I am forester, but I am afraid of leech. That's just me. The leech movement gives me a chill and shiver, that's why I tried really hard not to be bitten by them. So, when we were in the forest of Ketambe, which is the leech paradise, I got nervous breakdown...hehehehe... a bit overreacted when I saw ones. Moreover when they climbed on me. Most of the time I managed to step on them with my plastic shoes then killed them, or maybe escaped from them, but when I got cornered, I asked some of them to get rid of those vampires. "Heeeeelp!"
For two months in Ketambe I survived, not a single leech sucked my blood. But when we went to Sekundur Research Station, Aras napal, North Sumatera, the first blood sucking moment happened. I was wearing slippers to the forest, man, how could I run away? Actually, I was running away in the journey, panting and praying for my safety (when I think it through, I was really silly. Small leeches wouldn't do big harm........right? Err.... No, that won't work, I am still afraid of them. Period). Anyway, I made it to the remote research station without getting bitten. I was relieved for a while, but when we had to get back to the main post, I had to deal with them again. I was this close to the safe zone, when Dion, the huge elephant - one of the patrol elephant, got in our way. He stood in the middle of the path, blocking us, and we couldn't pass. Leech was creepy, but giant animal was not a friendly fella either when you didn't know him well. So, we waited for his trainer to take him away. Right at moment, I checked myself to make sure that no leech was in the house. Then I saw a tiny creature on my right foot, wiggled and got bigger. It's it!
"Heeeelp!" I asked my friend to remove it from my foot. I was so lucky that it was only small leech and didn't hurt as much as I thought. Maybe I just exaggerated the whole idea of that little monster. "You should overcome your fear of leech", my friends suggested. "They are not that scary and dangerous. And you are a forester, deal with them." Okay, can we talk about that later? I've got to run!

If I want to go to my office, in Manggala Wanabakti, I have to cross the railway. These railways are two lines for electric trains and both lines are used in the same time in some schedule, so you have to be aware of their coming. I often wear skirt so I have to pay attention to my step if I pass the gutter. I automatically set my eyes on my feet and I don't see ahead. It happended twice when I had passed the gutter and walked again, the train passed pretty fast, just a couple meters from where I was standing. I could have been hit if someone didn't stop me by yelling "Watch out for the train!!" The person who yelled was a lady beggar. She usually posts every Tuesday to Friday on the east side, right by the open fence which is the route for people to go to the station or get out of it. I thanked her for saving my life, twice, and promise to myself to be more careful before crossing the railway. She was a hero too.

I get difficulty crossing the street in Jakarta, coz the traffic is like racing competition. Motorcyclists tend to speed up and don't give pedestrian any time to cross. When we hold our hands up to slow them down, most of them ignore it and try to avoid. Oh, come on, man, give us some space! What, a pride of lions hunt you down?? Godzilla is attacking the town?? Take a chill pill.
I often wait for a while until the traffic is a bit spacey before crossing the street, for my own safety. And sometimes I wait too long. Then heroes come to rescue. People who dare to stop the cars and bikes so I can cross. Well, thank you.

Maybe you will laugh when I will tell you this one. He is a mysterious hero for I don't recall him at all. It was a simple thing, actually, but I never forget it.
When I joined university initiation back then, I was in Yusticia big group. I was so green and shy and a bit coward and ackward (what a combination, eh?), so I didn't respond really well with my surrounding. I tended to withdraw myself (low self-esteem syndrome??).
We had pretty big tags that we used to identify our group which had letter on them. Mine was A. We were gathered on the field in front of Ghra Sabha Pramana and the senior told us to mingle with our friends, then form a group which had complete letters of YUSTICIA. We had to move fast in a limited time and the ones who didn't make it would get punishment. When the whistle was blown, I freezed in the middle of the mist (so poetic..or pathetic?). I didn't know what happened, I was just standing like an idiot while my friends were busy making groups. That's it. I'd be doomed. I was almost giving up, until someone grapped my hand "Hey, don't stand here alone, you'll be punished. Come with me, we'll make a group." This person took me in and soon he could organized a group. We were safe by the time the whistle was heard again.
It's funny that I didn't look at him at that time, so I didn't remember him at all, and I don't remember until now.
Okay, whoever you are, thank you for helping me that time.

There are some other moments when people do something for me, directly or not, simple or not, that I consider them as heroes, because they make me believe that there is still noble value inside. There are still many good people out there, my friends.

To my parents: Heroes of all heroes. I love you and thank you very much.
To my big families: Your supports help my family to overcome some hard times, thanks so much.
To my teachers: You are heroes and if anyone doubts about it...may lightning strikes (sorry, I don't mean to curse. Peace..).
To Indonesian war heroes: May your spirits live in our hearts, new generation to take a stand for this crippled country.
To dedicated good people: Keep fighting! Ganbarimasuyoooo...!!
To my dear friends: When are we going to hang out? ..... Oops, wrong message. Heroes are not born, they are formed by many aspects. Each one of us could be one. I believe that. So, cayooooooo...!

Friday, November 09, 2007

Suffer Bender

Mom are you sure the water is sanitary? It looks questionable to me. How about bacteria? (Tantor, Tarzan)

Holding breath. That's my habbit when I pass the road to Palmerah Market. It's just something that I automatically do. It's stinky, man (as you know, my sense of smell sometimes give me a hard time. It's not that I'm Miss. Hygiene, but it just bothers me). Even when you have gone out from there, the smell seems stuck on your clothes. This road, I'd better use alley, is only about a hundred meters, connecting Palmerah railway station to Palmerah market, but you can see a certain life there. Kind of life that I never know before. A bit interesting yet unbearable for me if I have to live on that for good. No way.

Duck stand. The worst source of smell. When it rains...oh yeah, you'll meet the champion of the smell. Sooooooooo disgusting that you can wake up a vampire (Isn't blood that can wake a vampire up?). They put the cage there (You will hear quack quack even at night. Maybe those ducks are planning to escape, or having a bet who goes first to the judgement day tomorrow), they slaughter the ducks there (they hold its neck and curve it backward then just cut it with sharp knife. The blood spurts. Crot!! - sorry, I haven't found the English word for this one. It's amazing they do it calmly and efficiently. Duck lovers, you'd better not see this), they shave their feather there, they chop them there, and they sell the meat there. It means you meet the ducks, the feather, the poop, the blood, the waste right on the spot. Yeah. They clean the stand, of course, and you'll get fresh meat from the cage for sure, but those points don't grow my appetite, at all. The smell kills me, man!
One thing that makes me wonder, those people who live around it don't seem to have problem with the smell. Perhaps it's a common thing and they smell it daily, so they become numb. Or just indifferent.

Leaves traders. The little alley is one of the busiest route I've seen. The people-traffic from or to Palmerah market has no pause. During the day the alley is full with vendors who sell food, tools, stasionery, and other small stuffs. But, during the dusk till night, it is full with leaves traders. Yes, leaves. Banana leaves, cassava leaves, salam leaves, and some other leaves that I don't recognize. Some of them also sell jackfruit. It is pretty messy when they spread their goods, but it gets worse when the rain drops. Those traders just spread the leaves on the ground or on plastic mat, so when it rains the goods mixed with the mud and dirty water. The scene that still rip my heart out is seeing those people stay in the damp and dirty space. I often see the women sleep on the ground or on the leaves waste when they get very tired. Like they don't care about the surrounding or maybe they're just too overwhelmed with the life itself. Living day by day working that way, stuggling to survive in this big city where the dreams sometimes are dissapointments.

Cart men. It's a common scene seeing people dragging cart around the market and on the street. Some carts are open but some others are covered by thick sponge board (this one makes me curious. What's in it anyway?). I ever saw a group of cart men dragging them like they're heading somewhere. Some carts are for scrap business, I know from the writing on them. Some others are for loading garbage or market goods. But I also find out that the other carts are used as mobile house. I couldn't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes. It was one morning when I walked to my office on the alley next to Palmerah market alley, I saw a women preparing water on a little bucket for her baby to take a bath. Next to her, her husband looked for something in the garbage bin and in the cart where they lived, a young kid sitting there, watching. This family used the cart as their house, as their shelter, as their vehicle and as their money earning tool. In one point it's very efficient, right? But that's not for a human life. It's too sad. I cannot imagine myself in that position. I guess I am so lucky standing in this point where I have so many things to be grateful for. Some times in my life I deal with pain, short of something, dissapointment, critical moments and problems, but I still find support and encouragement to overcome all of those things.

Here is the thing. It has been my consideration for quite a time. Habbit can be formed by routine. Routine can be form by forced circumstance. In general when the people are forced or pushed to the cul de sac by some mechanism, systems, or even social limitation, they can get used to it, as the easiest escape for they can bear it. Dead is a dead end and when they're not dead yet, suffering is just another thing. It's very scary when people don't have hope and passion to live better, not only for themselves, but also for other being and non-being around them. It's even scarier when we are not aware of it, so we live without goals, without roles.

Hmm...I guess merely holding breath won't do any good, right? So....

Rhythm of the Falling Rain

These couple few weeks Jakarta is always gloomy and rainy. Almost everyday the rain showers this crowded city, creating jam, dirt, flood and mud. Hmm... I guess that's not something peculiar coz most of them are daily routine. Wait, such excuse won't take us somewhere. Numbness and indifference are certainly deadly weapons. We've got to wake up, man! I have to wake up!

Monday, October 29, 2007

Pinky Story # 5 Pest n Pets

99 monkeys jumping on the bed... One fell off and bumped to his head (Kronk, The Emperor's New Groove)

I don't get along well with pets, animals in general, I admit that. If you put it as a responsibility issue, well, I guess I'm not a responsible person. But I did deal with some animals in Pinky house, which gave me the tolerance of disgust. Yep, some pretty weird and gross animals were there. If you feel disgusted, don't read anymore.


In my whole life in Blora, I had never seen such cocroach. I mean, I have seen "coro", one kind of cocroach which has dark strips on its body, lives in paper box or corner of board and isn't smelly, but the cocroach I saw in Pinky house was something new. It's brown, bigger than coro and smelly that I could define it into 3 categories: smelly, really smelly and deadly yuck. First, I didn't find it disgusting, but when I knew its habitat and its smell...I tended to smash them with the broom and yell "Get off me! Get out of here!". God, I hated that smell. I could tell that there was cocroach even when it's invisible. Yes, sometimes my sense of smell was beyond average, but not always, fortunately, coz I'd be tortured the whole time if I smelled something bad or something strong, like certain perfume.

Okay, back to the pets...err...pest. Beside cocroach, Pinky house also had hidden kingdom of termites. Dry wood termite and ground termite. Uh huh.

When my dad visited me for the first time and saw the house he asked me whether I was sure living there. It was basically a ruin and could collapse anytime. The wooden structure was very fragile and bad things might happened.

He was right, indeed. Fallen ceiling happened in almost all rooms. You could imagine going home from college and finding a chunk of ceiling hit your bed. You were sleeping there last night, man. The timing was really crucial. What if it fell when you were there? Of course you didn't want to be a sandwich (for the record, no one ever got hurt from any of the incident).

The sawn timber used for the door jamb, window pane or even roof support mostly was coconut sawn wood (Hi, Pak Man. How are you now? He's the expert of house fixing. The owner hired him again and again to straighten up the house). It didn't last long, but it was the practical choise at that time. If the owner wanted to fix it well, it meant he had to destroy the whole house and built it from A. And no budget for that. So basically we lived day by day in danger. It sounds crazy now that we didn't care about it at all back then.

All right, back to the termite. You actually could hear the daily activity of the termite when you listened carefully. I could hear the sizzling sound in my door and my window indicating the termite army was busy chewing the wood. And it's not only in my room but also in the major house. Ground termite was found in the north side of the house where they build the tunnel connecting ground with the wall.

Magical moment happened on every first day of rainy season. We had buzz of flying termites, we call them "laron", all over the house. It was so many that the whole living room was full of them and other rooms showered by them. Literally. We had goosebump every time it took place. Felt like alien conquering the earth and no Tom Cruise to the rescue. This house was a total disaster. I was always worried after the termite carnival there wouldn't be any chance this house was still standing.

But hey, you know what, it was. Miraculous eh?

The third animal, and certainly the ultimate gross ever was "resrespo". I don't know the Indonesian or English version of its name. I think it's a mollusk, or whatever. Um, maybe family of snail, but this one has no shell. First time I saw, I thought it was leech (I always have goosebump thinking of leech - pacet/lintah...wraaaaaaggghhhhh!!!). But I had never seen it sucking blood or stuff, so it wasn't. It was bigger (in average 3 cm length and 1,5 cm wide - maybe its mature size), a slow motion creeper, and of course slimy. It laid eggs, a lot of them, in some kind of gel chain (eww....) under the soil or stone. The eggs were kind of ellips, not round. When you touched the creature it would shrink. It left trail, a shiny slime, if it creeped, so you could track its path. You would see many trails on the wall or maybe your furniture.

This creature liked wet and damp place. Usually under the plants, beneath the grass and top soil, or moist corner. It was pretty hard to get rid of them from the surface coz it had that "gluey thing" which gripped tight to the floor or wall.

One way to kill it softly was by exposuring them to sunlight. It definitely shrank and dried. But if it didn't die yet and you watered it or by any chance it was raining, it would come alive again. Such Frankenstein monster huh?

You know, I found three kind of resrespo (sometimes I wonder about myself. I don't like a thing or a creature, but still pay attention to it and even do a little research about it. Weird). One was total black, second was black and had kind of white longitudinal strip right in the middle and the thirdwas brown.

In Pinky house, it travelled anywhere. To the bathroom until the bedroom. I ever found a little one on my mattress!! "What is this cool, soft thing on my feet", I asked myself one morning. When I checked it out, I scream like hell. How could it come to my mattress? Where had it been? Didn't want to think about it..
....

Enough about the little creatures, now we're talking about real pet, at least for some of Pinky house members.
It's cat. Seemed no problem about it, but guess what, the cat dragged us to hold a special meeting regarding to its existence. It was pretty hard and emotional meeting ( I still remember my promise to be more diligent doing dishes...hahaha.. what a lazy bone. My issue in naming people was a hot topics that created misunderstanding and friction. I didn't realize that coz I never meant to hurt or insult anyone. It was my expression of being close friend. But, I think I have to learn that some people might have different point of view, even about small thing).

Once upon a time, there was a cat that ocassionaly hung out in Pinky house, a brown-white cat which soon called as Tom. Tom and friends, not Jerry, sometimes made noise on the roof. They ran around or fought or had meowing contest. Quite annoying. But since some of us, two that I knew, liked Tom and often fed it, Tom become a frequent visitor and started to enjoy the pampering service.
Then, one day Tom came with the big belly. Tom was pregnant. Yeah, Tom was female. From stray animal to house pet, she lived in the cloud of comfort. My friend, Ervin, prepared a special place for the delivery, in a big box filled with cloth. When the time came, she delivered three kittens. I named them A Long (he had long tail), A Chan (his fur was strip like macan - tiger) and Brownies (his fur mostly brown). From the three kittens, Brownies was the smallest. He got a lot of trouble getting his mom's milk coz his two brothers always pushed him away. It made us giving more attention to him.
Have you ever heard about canibalism in animal? It is true. Almost every night there was a male cat, we believed he was the biological father, tried to attack the kittens. We succeded to drive him away, but one night we missed it. That black cat bit A long and he was really hurt. A Long died on the next day. My friend cried for him like loosing her own child. We burried A Long in the ground on open space under the papaya tree.
A Chan and Brownies grew fast while Tom began her new advanture, having date with her baby killer and left her babies. She's mad or what? (hey, she's a cat, man, what do you expect?). Brownies became bigger and sexier hehehe (he had cute butt and very small tail). But he was so coward. A little sound made him run and a little Jerry made him terrified. Still he was the favorite, thanks to his beautiful look.
The cats began to take over the house, in a matter of fur and poop problem. I started to feel irritated because the fur was everywhere. I found it in the furniture, electronic stuffs, clothes, floor, everywhere. I didn't like that. More over those cats liked to jump and run with their dirty feet, making spots. No way!
The pro and con emerged. I was one of the con. I didn't hate cat, but hey, I didn't like it either. I didn't want to spend my time doing extra cleaning for the things that didn't make me feel comfortable. The cat didn't give me joy like my hobbies, so why should I bother taking care of them? They were even not my pet. Say I was irresponsible, I was. Say I was selfish, fine. If someone had the right to have pet, then I had the right not to have one, right? Right.

The tense grew when we had to move and my friend wanted to take them with us, despite the complaints. The friction made the household situation ackward for everybody. And my sarcasm (I was known as the Devil in the boarding house, the wicked one, the dark side queen - but they got used to me that way and accepted me for me, so they understood) made it even more difficult to tolerate. The peak was the meeting. Everyone said what they had to say, not only about the cat thing, but also about our relationship in daily basis. I knew that moment someone was hurt because of me, the way I spoke, and complained about my laziness (doing dishes...laundy...). Okay. I apologized and reinforced myself to be better. In my own defence, yeah, I was bad, I admit that. My words sometimes were sharp or too deep that new comer would be shocked or hurt, but actually I was just making a balance. In Pinky house there was an angel, KaJu. She's top of the top. Diligent, smart, kind, great chef, great friend, broad-minded, determined, diligent, diligent and diligent. She held the north pole and we needed someone on the south pole, right? To keep things in its orbit. So I was the one. She's the angel, I was the devil. Perfect world.
But, of course that kind of thing wasn't acceptable for all. Sorry about that.

Anyway...
The meeting resulted that we would give Brownies and A Chan to someone else who loved cat. We contacted some friends and it took time to hand over them. Before it happened A Chan escaped from the house. Brownies was taken week after that and the house was free from cat.
So, was it the end of the pets and pest tale?

We've got mice after that...but it's another story.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Pinky Story # 4 One for Tree, Tree for All

Watch out for that tree! (George of the Jungle)

Believe it or not, the rambutan tree in front of Pinky house had the best rambutan fruit ever! It was really delicious so it dragged people to steal and even rob it. Uh huh.
The thick and juicy flesh... sweet yet firm, you would never get enough. The amazing thing was even though it was still greenish yellow, it was already edible and sweet.
Did the ghost has something to do with it? (remember the "old man" who lived there I told you in #2?). Of course not. It's purely the gene, I think.
It was the only tree in Pinky house (there was papaya in the open space inside the house, but it's not really a tree, right?). It was pretty big, gave us the shade and lots lots of yield.

But, it also gave us trouble.

With the size of the tree, it certainly had big canopy, meaning it has abundant leaves. The leaves of course didn't stick forever on the branch. They fell. All over. When the day was windy, they travelled far away to the neighbor's land, to the street, to places that give people that look. Hmm... Some neighbors were mad at me because of that. We actually had a sweeping yard schedule, but it seemed that it wasn't an interesting activity (right!). So, sometimes some people missed their turns. I was one of them, occasionally. But it was better than didn't sweep or care at all, right? (excuse..hehehe). The point was, the neighbors complained and grumbled when the leaves scattered everywhere. Sometimes they directly said it and sometimes they swept the leaves on their territory to ours.
I believed they hated us...

One day there was a big wind and rain and some branches broke. They leaned to the street, almost blocked the half of it. People came and asked us to clean the mess, by ourselves. No help at all. Guess we had to learn the lesson... We (four of us..the rest wasn't at home, I think) did the best as we could. We cut the branch with kitchen knives and cutter ...hahahaha.. What do you expect? Those tools were the only thing we had, man. You can imagine how long we had to finish the work. A whole day. Worse thing was, as always, the garbage man didn't take tree stuffs in his cart unless we paid more. So we took the branches to the open space and dried them and burnt them once in a while... creating smoke which once again would be the matter of grumble to the neighbor. Hahaha... were we that bad??
By the way, I took pictures of us doing that tree labor work. It was fun actually.

The incident about rambutan tree was not only that. The peak was when the neighbors suddenly did an ambush to it. At their boiling point, being bothered and annoyed by the tree, they couldn't say by us literally, right, they brought saw, chopping knife and such one morning and cut the tree!!! Seriously, man. They did cut the tree, left nothing but the main trunk!
What?????? We were choked. They cut it without permittion to the owner (the owner didn't live in Pinky house, so basically we were on our own). But the worst feeling was that we couldn't pick rambutan fruit anymore. Loosing the delightful wonderful heavenly taste of the fruit gave us a terrible shock wave. Noooooooooooooooooooooooo...!!! Why us? Why????

They did hate us.

I thought because they envied us. We had such glorious rambutan tree and they didn't. Well, they had some rambutan trees, but the fruit was nothing compare to ours. You know something ironic? They did like our fruit. We often did a surveillance behind the drape, they didn't realized being watched, and caught them stealing the fruit. Not stealing if you took bags of it, right? So it was a robbery. And not only one of head of family who did that. The fathers, the mothers, the children and relatives took the fruit without permittion. Huh!!
It was a war then!
We told the owner about the "oppression" that we were going through and he gave us the green signal to harvest the fruit before they do it again. And we did.
The living room was full with rambutan fruit, man. Hehehehehe...

I had one good memory about the rambutan fruit. One afternoon our door was knocked by a man. He blushed when he asked us permittion to let him pick the fruit. We looked at each other. Was he kidding? The fruit was still very green. Was he serious asking green fruit? He said that it was for his wife. She was pregnant and the baby wanted it. Wow... so it's not just a myth.
They thanked us when we let him take as many as the baby want. We were glad that we did a good thing. They wouldn't have a drooling baby.

Slingshot
The cut rambutan tree grew again and produced lots of fruit. We shared it with the neighbor.
When Pinky house was sold, the new owner cut it to the root to rebuilding. We lost it for good. Bye bye, tree. We love you!

Book of Family

Hey hey hey, happy fasting month!

How are you guys doing? Keep it lively!

Okay, last night I couldn't sleep coz I got this idea to have a special mission on Lebaran Day. Well, not exactly on that particular day, but it will start from there when most of the members of our big family gather. I'm thinking about having a book which will record our family data, at least their birthdays and phone number. Making such a family tree. I think it's important to do and it could be the starting line to bring the family closer.
Actually I had this thought years ago. I ever interviewed my grandparents in both sides to tell about our family. I made only small family tree coz they didn't remember that well. Now the family grow bigger and babies are coming along, if I don't make a note, somehow, it's gonna be overwhelming for the next generation to recognize their anchesters.
I was inspired by my Batak friends, to tell you the truth. They have family trees and they know their anchesters, even from the first generation. I think that'a amazing.
In some javanese family in Jogja, Solo or Klaten, they also have a special gathering of "trah" which kind of forum to know each other in one big family. I think that's really cool coz the opportunities to strengthen and help each other rises. Staying in unity.
After all the people who will take you as you are and will be the tremendous support is your family, right?
So, I'm gonna do it .

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Pinky Story # 3 Sneak Peep

When my grandma visited my boarding house, the Pinky house, her first statement was "This house has no fence, what if a rapist comes in? And look in the back, there's male boarding house right on the side, what if those men jump in to this house and rape you girls? There's no landlady or maid here, you girls live on your own, it's so dangerous."

Whattt???? She didn't worry about the thieves, robbers, con men, or even run away prisoners, but rapist. Right.

It never occured to our mind that such crook might be around. Could it? Really?
Thanks God we were perfectly fine till we left Pinky house. No such incident.

But, we did have a problem with one guy in the back boarding house. We called him "Si Gondrong".

Pinky house was kind of open house. It had the main house and some rooms on the side of the main house. In between was just open space, quite large, where we usually hung out and did some activities. There was an open second floor for drying laundry on the back which became the border with another boarding house, that male boarding house. And of course as a crucial spot, we went there a lot. The coincidence was, the male boarding house also had laundry-drying spot right across ours. So basically when we dried our laundry and they did too, we could see each other clearly. Or when those guys were on laundry-drying spot, they could see us if we were at the open space (sweeping the floor, having chit chat while doing house chores there, entering the rooms, lawn mowing ect).
Since some of us wore veil, we had to hide if we saw one of those guys at the laundry-drying spot (we wore casual outfit if we were in the house). We survived pretty well, though sometimes got caught for a glance before we actually had time to hide.

The problem was, there was one guy (Si Gondrong, or course) who was kind of interested more and more to catch us running. I didn't know when it started but we saw him staying on that spot more than others. When we gathered and had great conversation, suddenly we heard chuckle. And when we looked above he was there (wraaaaghhh... then we ran like rabbit). When we cleaned the house suddenly we felt that someone was watching, and it was right. He stood there, smiling and staring at us. Even when we went upstair to dry the laundry, he would know and immediately came out and stayed there to see us. He then tried to make comment, or tease.

His presence became a plague and we felt uncomfortable to be around in the open space, worrying he might peep on us. We didn't have that sort of issue before (the other members on that boarding house were polite guys and ever bothered us) and he ruined our routine.
I remember one day I dried my laundry, I didn't wear my veil at that time, and somehow he knew my presence then he stayed on spot. Not only stayed but also made effort to see across. I saw his head leaned to catch the glimpse. I had to stick and flat myself to the wall like spiderman to avoid his reach. Worst thing, it happened for a quite long time with the hot sun shone right to me that you could boil an egg on your head. I was glued to the wall, sweating, cursing and he just stayed there, made some noise drawing attention. That crazy Gondrong!

His friend ever said that si Gondrong wanted to know us that's why he did such thing, what a lousy excuse. Peeping was certainly not a good way to introduce youself, right?

Surprise surprise. When we had already branded him as "abnormal disease", we had to leave Pinky house to move to another boarding house since it would be sold. Guess where we lived? Next to his boarding house, right on the side, only separated by wall. Again. Huh.



Thursday, August 23, 2007

Pinky Story # 2 The Ghost of You

Last night I watched "Alone" alone. Guess what, I swicthed my player off before the film ended. Lately I kind of "feel" something. Maybe it's just me.

First night at Pinky house I couldn't sleep well. I had a list to do for my campus initiation. But there was another thing that shocked me to my throat.
The sound of spooky little bells! I still had a thought stuck on my mind, a story that I heard when I was a little girl. My friend said when you heard the sound of little bells, it meant that there was a living skeleton walking around your house.
My heart was pounding really hard imagining that horrible creature passing by my room. What got my nerve was that sound sometimes dissapeared and sometimes could be heard again. What did the ghost want? Dry my blood?

Being tortured by the sound, I decided to face my fear. I made up my mind to go out and see the living skeleton itself. So when I heard the sound from the distance I went out.
There was a light and the ringing sound came closer... my knees started trembling. Okay... I was ready to pass out nicely.

Then the truth was revealed. One moment you were scared to death, the next moment you couldn't stop laughing. I suddenly felt that I was so silly.
You know what "the ghost" really was? Sate Madura vendor!
Yes. The vendors used a boat-like cart and put some little bells on the wheel axis to let their precence known by customers. What a silly fear indeed. Hahaha.

After knowing that, I wasn't afraid anymore. I was even happy when I heard that sound coz I liked sate Madura!

First fear was out. Next one was awaiting. Well, it's not a fear. It's just weird experience. One night, almost dawn actually, I was awake when I overheard something. A sound of gamelan. Really? In this hour?? Who would play that??
I listened carefully to that sound, making sure that I wasn't dreaming. Yes, it was gamelan. I wondered how dilligent Jogja people were, rehearsing this early. Then I wasn't sure...
I told some people about this experience and they said that it was a common thing for newcomers when they heard such thing. It meant that they were welcome and they would feel Jogja as their home. Wow...

True or not, believe it or not, I do feel Jogja as my second home and I did live there for years.

Pinky house didn't give me horrifying experience in term of "the other world", but my friends did experience that. A friend of my boarding house friend had an ability seeing "things". He said that there was "an old man" living in this house, on Rambutan tree particularly. He was okay. Meant that he didn't like to disturb the residents. Good for him. Us. Whatever.
Yeah, no one wanted to be disturbed, especially by transparent creature.

But, what my other boarding house friend experienced was pretty thrilling. She had that kind of ability to see things too, but most of the time she met the dark ones. I remember one day she ran from the bathroom and entered my room, shaking. She was still wet in her towel. She said that she saw "a man" in the bathroom, on the wall.
Okay, who could believe that when it happened at noon? But, she was really pale and shocked.
Another day she said that that night she was forced to leave her bedroom by a demonic creature. It shook her bed and asked her to go. It wasn't a dream coz she was awake at the moment.
Then again, I didn't really believe it nor ignore it. That world is beyond my senses to see. And somehow I hope that I won't meet it personally. No, thank you.

But, we do feel when something is different sometimes. We get the goosebump, feel the chill. Actually we have the "device", just not improved or maybe we don't want it improved. Like one time when my boarding house friends and I tried to look for a house to rent. When I entered a house in Karangwuni, especially on the well and kitchen...suddenly I felt the shiver and my heart said "I'm not gonna live in this house". So when my friends asked my opinion I just said "NO WAY." Maybe we can call it instict or conscious or sixth sense. Whatever we name it, it helps us to decide what's good for us.

Sling shot.
I was quite mischievous, you know. I had long hair up to my back and one night I made a prank on my friends. There were three girls (Ely, Danik and Lia) in Ely's room. They were having a nice conversation when I suddenly showed up on the window, with my long hair covering my face. I just stood still until they realized being watched and when they saw the figure with such hair, they thought I was a ghost and they scream to their hearts content then covered themselves with pillows. And I laughed so hard. Gotcha!

Monday, August 20, 2007

Wind of Change

Come on, men. Nothing last forever. (Guard, The Emperor's New Groove)

You know, when we have been comfortable with some conditions or people we might be reluctant to face a new atmoshere. But, certain circumtances happen for some reasons. That we have to grow. That a change is one healthy way to learn a new thing. Though it's a bit hard sometimes, but we can get through that eventually. I think I need to build a system that makes me possible to be a bender.

My superintendents in my division move to another division. I'm missing them, you see. I've been here for 10 months and I feel really fine with the office atmosphere. There will be new ones coming and somehow I feel that I have to make a greater effort to reach the same level of convinience like with the last ones. I know I can do that and I have to do that, but for today let me "grey" for a while, okay?

The silly me often hope that nothing is gonna change, not with the friendship not with the relationship, not with the bond. But reality shows different color. People change, the world changes. It's something that we can't stop. There is no such everlasting happiness nor sadness. Thing will finally end. They may come back one day, but then end again in another day.

Life is steps. Once you finish with one you do another one.

# Happy 62nd Indonesian Independence Day

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Say No to Drugs

Look at me in my bad self. Uuu...I'm a crumbling canyon wall and I'm taking you with me. Well not today, pal. Uh huh..uh huh...uh huh...uh huh..! (Kuzco, The Emperor's New Groove)

Afternoon, dude. What a bright sunny day.

Celebrating 62nd Indonesian Indepence Day Anniversary my office conduct some events. What we have this morning were two lectures about work ethos and drugs elucidation. Some time in the middle the committee drew doorprizes (and I didn't get it...and maybe never will. I'm so not in the space of such luck. Two people in my division got TVs, man).

The first elicidation was just so so. The power point was not so interesting and a bit hard to read in such distance, specially with the gloomy background and font choice. But, the second one, the drug information was nice. There were some illustrations and fragments of people using different drugs, kind of drugs, maps of drug trade, the effects and cause of drug problems, ect.

I like that presentation because I get some new information. Perhaps you have known about some of the stuffs I'm talking about, but maybe some others haven't, so information won't cost you anything, right?


Drugs - in Indonesian term is NARKOBA consist of 3 element: NARkotika, psiKOtropika, BAhan aditif lainnya. Most of them come from overseas (except GANJA which naturally grow in Indonesia - NAD). Our country right now has become very potential market target and even in recent finding has become a site for production.

It is said that the users in Indonesia reach more than 3 million people, and most of them from age 15 - 25 years old. Oh yeah, we can picture that we're dealing with a very serious problem since those users are our next generation. The drugs have reached younger ones; low, middle and high class society; respected or ordinary people; career women or housewives; a celebrity or a bump; all kind of people you can mention. We are all on the verge of being "paralyzed" by drugs.

A point that we have to be aware of is that drug matters improve as technology progress. The users themselves also create new innovation to get to the level they want. The latest issue there are some cases of some teenagers who are addicted to "home made" drug (latex from sukun leaf and papaya, dried nutmeg). Whoa...creative yet destructive, huh?

Some people misuse medicine or nature products and turn to addict. This reminds me of a Korean TV series "Jewel in The Palace", which in one of the episode told that in medical world poisonous and medicinal herbs or ingredients shouldn't be distinguished clearly because at one moment the poison could become medicine and otherwise. Yeah, it's like the saying, it's not the gun but the man behind the gun. The nature provides enormous potential and products, how wise we use it that's the question.

Hm...such a serious talk. I think I end it now before I become starving..

Monday, August 13, 2007

I like Monday

Hey, Lord of the flame, your tail's on fire... (Manny, Ice Age)

Morning, dude. Genki desu ka.

Monday is not always my favorite day (especially because of the holiday lag), but it's a good day to start the whole week, so I like it.

The lady beggar on the railway doesn't show up, as always. Somehow she doesn't like Monday so she picks that day as a holiday. Or maybe on that particular day she assembles meeting with her colleagues presenting some new strategies to improve their performances. She did make an improvement, you know. First time I saw her, she was in her post (open fence to Palmerah railway station, east side) alone. Couple months later she brought a baby with her. This past few weeks she has two more little kids. Is it the strategy or she's just doing a favour for her colleagues, babysitting. I don't ask her, so I don't know. What I know is, she stays in that fence-post until afternoon. By night she'll move to Ramayana Palmerah, right on the last stair. Doing the same thing, of course. Babysitting...

Today I bring something for her. Since she's not "at work", I have too keep it first (I knew it's her day off, but still I gamble. Who knew she might change her schedule). I don't know if it's even meaningful, but I hope it will be useful.






Saturday, August 11, 2007

Pinky Story - Episode # 1 Intro


What doesn't kill you make you strong ( a line in some movies)

Once upon a time in Blora (really classic, huh?), in the afternoon exactly, there was a girl who stood by the door mumbling about her future (that was me). "Mom, will I be able to enter the state university?" I asked my mom. "Yes. My feeling said that you'll be in," said mom. Guess what, less than a minute she said that, a postman came and handed me a letter from Gadjah Mada University (this might sound like a fiction scene for you, but it's true, man. Miracle indeed happens once in a while). It was said that I was accepted at Gadjah Mada University, Faculty of Forestry majoring Forest Product Technology. Yaaaay!

I was so ready to leave the house, man. Imagined having my own room (all my life at home I shared room with my sister and my brother) and how I would decorate it gave me a thrill. I was going to fly!

Some days after that my dad took me to Jogja (I hadn't been to Jogja, nor he had) and asked my uncle help to accompany us. My uncle lived in Klaten. I was quite stressed up with the papers stuff and the fact that I would be living alone (it was fun when first time I imagined but then I got chickened out), so it gave me high blood pressure..hehehe. Not that high actually...just higher than normal. Same thing.

I was fortunate coz I had already had a friend who lived in Jogja earlier. She passed the PMDK test and got herself a boarding house. I asked her whether there's another room available and there was. I lived next to her room then. This friend of mine was Leny Yuliati, a very brilliant girl. She's one of the smartest people in this world. Made me wonder what she ate that she could understand all those carbon chains, freaky math calculations, and all other stuffs that gave me goosebump at school. You rock, Len!

This boarding house would be called Pinky House later. The house that I lived for some wonderful years. The house that taught me very valuable lessons and experiences. The house that gave me true friends. The house that was named "Disaster" as well...

First Issue: GHOST



to be continued....

Friday, August 10, 2007

Why do I use English? Why not

Happy Birthday, Mom! I love you so much...

Hi, dude (it's my habbit to call you dude). Maybe you wonder why I use English in my blog...or maybe you don't care...he he. Well, tell you what, don't bother. Whatever the language I use, as long as it can put a smile on people face (my own face in case no one reads) or at least light a little spark...that'll do.

Okay....
I feel ackward now. Like making your first line for your report/thesis...kill you with the numb on your head. What am I gonna write? First word is always the hardest. You think and you think but you can't find the perfect word to start. And in the end you're just staring at your computer, frozen, until a wonderful idea comes up. Play Bounce!

Talking about Bounce, I thought I was so great in playing Bounce. I could reach 1,000,000 points (with tremendous effort, staying up all night. I believed I forgot to blink that moment just make sure the bomb didn't explode. It felt so good when I did it. Oh, victory, you're just so sweet...). I was very proud like winning an Oscar (excuse me?). I even bragged... Until I saw the score in my friend's computer the next week. More than 5,000,000! What???

The ball bounced on my head. I didn't like it, you know, the defeat. I knew I could do better. I knew I could beat that person (in Bounce, literally). So, I played again, with the goal reaching up to 6,000,000! Guess what happened? The bomb exploded at 120,000 and it didn't get higher than 300,000 after days of battle. I felt a little bit frustated. Why? Why couldn't I be the best? (screaming)

I get the answers later. First, when you focus on defeating people, you're actually defeated, by your own envy, disatisfaction and anger. I should defeat the game, right? Not the person. People are not enemy. Bad characters and bad system are the enemy.
Second, there're millions of people in this world. If everyone wants to be number one, who's gonna be number two? Some people are better than others, we have to admit that. Maybe it's not our spot, so what? But it doesn't mean that we can't be number one, of course. We just have to figure out what field that we can have to be the best. Blue Ocean Strategy.
I believe each and everyone of us is gifted a special thing by Allah, so be special then.

Whoaa......was that me who said those things? (GUBRAKK!!) I suddenly get a headache...

This thing doesn't match with the title, eh? I guess so...Maybe the person who's writing this is not in the right dimension (whispering)

Hey, are you talking about me?? Scraaaaam!

Werrrrrr!!!! (sound of people running away in 100 mph speed avoiding the monster, Noinzilla)

*Signing out*

Greeting

But but, dude, how do you know when they're ready? (Marlin - Nemo's dad)
Well, you never really know. But, when they know, you'll know, you know? (Dude Crush)

Such a lousy opening, huh? I have no idea what I'm talking about n_n