Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Ain't Life Funny

here's something that bothered my mind everytime i watch tele in my livingroom.
the news nowadays are talking about UAN.. (thats the final test for high school students--for those of you aren't Indonesian.. and for those of who have left school so long that you've forgotten all about it)

well, the problem arising now, is that they (the people not in general, but those who r effected by this problem) find out that lotsa students didn't pass the test.. and they (people--mostly people who didn't past) protest.. hehehe.. (whats new about that in Indonesia?) they say the test isn't right.. and they demand a re-test... coz some kid claim that she is smart and questioned why she didn't pass....

my questions are:
1. how come some kids pass (majority by the way).. if this test is not right?
(a caller in metro tv this morning recalled his high school year and said that he pass the UAN and so did his friend who didn't even attended school for 3 months.... ---the answer for me is easy.. the kid who didn't attend 3 month of school is smart!!!!!.. some people are sometimes are so full of him/herselves.... duh...)

2. what would happen to the kids who, after taking the new test, flunk again?

just few questions that roams around my head everytime i hear people talk about this,

Friday, June 23, 2006

just hate 'em

first off all i'm just wanna point out that deep down inside i'm a nationalist... you can see that my bones color are red and white (that's the Indonesia's flag for those of you that doesn't know)... but sometimes.... just sometimes... i just can't take how my people behave!!!
yesterday was a fine example why sometime i just had it up to my neck with this stupid indonesian behavior.
OK... before you all got a little tense by reading my on going ramble... i think i should give you the details.
Yesterday i had to go to a well known japanesse hotel for a seminar.i thought that it was gonna be another normal everyday job thing... but no..... today my fate lead me to a very rude security service at the hotel who --when asked where the diamond room for the seminar--put me aside and check me out as i'm not fit to be a fancy hotel and lets a lady (not malayu blodded like me past through and endangering my handphone as she dropped her hand bag on a plate where my phone is located---DAMN YOU LADY--- and by the way she is also attending the seminar i'm attending as i found out later)
OK.. maybe my day start out bad.... i thought what else could today bring me..... i should've hold my tounge!
coz this lady from the seminar committee thought i looked strange talking in bahasa Indonesia and with her look she just passed me by when i looked surprise to find i can't have the papers from the seminar (oh ya.. i'm a journalist.. fot those of you who are curious..)due to the fact i'm not a participant.. just a low life journalist... and by the way she gave 4 singaporean girl --that isn't really into the seminar-- the papers that i need to make my article !!!
I have to admit that after i asked again, that finally she gave me the papers.. but still with a reluctant look on her face....
OK maybe i haven't drank my first cup of coffee that morning.... but why do i still have the feeling that they don't respect me at all up until today?
well... i thought maybe she looked down on me coz she so damn smart and uses perfect english all her life...
BLAH... some people just wanna show off something that they don't have.. as i found out later !!!
in the seminar i also hear how a prof (indonesian that is) whines about how indonesia can't be compared to Singapore (the seminar mostl talks about singapore development in handling children with autism)... gosh !!!
we are what we are... and if you got to be a professor then you should be proud that someone with indonesian background got to be like you !!!!
we have accomplished alot.. PLEASE DON'T FORGET THAT !!!!!!
so why are these people's behaviour tick me off????
BECAUSE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR IS COMMON IN INDONESIA!!!!!
indonesian worship foreigner!! they worship the ground that the foreign people walk on....
and the impact is? normal people like me got tossed aside coz i'm just a red blooded melayu who loves taking a ride on a bus-- OK this is not quite true this is due to the fact that i hate driving in jakarta's traffic---
DAMN... sometimes... i wish Indonesian just take prode on themself a little more... not kneeling down to the people from other country.
I know we have problems... I know that we're not perfect... but should know our own strenght and take pride in our self...
OK this is sounding more and more like an independence speech so i better stop when i haven't lost it...
guess that's all i have to say... 'INDONESIAN PLEASE BE PROUD !'

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Alone....


funny how you think that you've got all the friends you need in the world...
then suddenly when you ask a simple urgent thing to 'em... they all looked at you with a big question mark in their faces and just stood there thinking that something that i just aske 'em aren't important enough for them to help out.....

it kindda make you think, why do i even bother being their friends.... sigh...

gosh, i'm too old to talk about friends rite now.. i should've talk about marriage, kids and pension plan.

but the one thing that bothers me rite now it's that label that you put on people to help you realize that you can count on 'em... that label that i've mark people with turns out to be misleading... gosh... was i ever so wrong...

the good thing that came out of this is that i got lotsa suprise when people --whom i didn't label 'friends' came to my rescue...

well the moral of this story it... (if you haven't been bored and still continued on reading to this part)....is that no human being can be labeled as friends, their just people who happened to know, meet and talk to you... don't count on them.... but if they help out once in awhile treasure their helping but don't think for a second that they will always help...

hahaha...
kindda cynical rite?
well, this thought came to me while drinking coffee, alone at a small resto....
so don't blame me.. blame it on the coffee (the drink for lonely and hard working women) and on loneliness.....

hahahah....

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

My Yogya...

something's gone from my yogya....
and i'm not talking about the lives gone and the building shattered...

something's within is gone
my yogya is vanished in the ruin of the quake
no more wise smile shed in the midst of chaos
no more prayers in the midst of poverty
no more crack ups in the midst of hunger...

my yogya is gone
the soul that brought me up
suddenly died in one shake of the earth

gosh...
maybe i should stop watching tv!