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My dear juniors!

Shame on me as I see your behavior at tv!

You rock the Ministry of Education by pissing off coz you failed the national exam.

Some of you missed the demo, being collapsed in the psychiatric clinic coz being caught up in the act for trying to do suicide of stress.

The rest of you were just crying in your mommas’ arms and intimidating your daddies to skip the work at their offices, for joining the demo to the ministry.

It’s all just because you were voted Failed, just because you can’t reach score 4,25 for Maths, Indonesian, and English!

My dear juniors, do you know what does 4,25 mean about? In my campus, score 4,25 of 10 scale means E, a.k Empty, a.k Exaggerately Stupid! E is the class under D, a.k Dumb, a.k Dull! Students who get E in examination means fail, and a scholar with E don’t deserve to be released to the public, coz they won’t be able to manage the society. And if you get E for Maths, Indonesian, or even English, isn’t that absolutely crap?!

My dear juniors, imagine if you get E for Maths. It means you can’t count, how much that you must spend when you shop at the supermarket, when you have to buy:

+ 10 pieces of DVD-RW

+ milk cleansing that being discount for 10%

+ three saled durian-montongs cost Rp 799,00/ons

+ some fls of oil for your 30-days cycling home-school by motorbike

+ party pack condoms to use with your darlings, so there won’t be any extra cost for the baby-milk and the USG that you have to pay if only one of you get pregnant?!

And how fool are you until you can’t reach 4,25 for Indonesian? Is it true that:

-    you can’t make conclusion from a 5-paragraphes article about environmental-attended development at the first page? Or.. is it just because:

-    you can’t memorize proverbs, because you prefer satirizing another by swearing in English?

Then how come that you can’t pass the English exam?

-    How have you been saying I love you to your darlings and your sephias?

-    Don’t you know about how to differ the using of past perfect or past continous to express that yesterday you cancelled playing play-station because you have to lead the meeting of Students Council?

-    Or is it just because the slangs a la Brooklyn or Singlish aren’t examined in the national exam?

If it’s all true, then it’s exact that you don’t deserve to pass your high school! Coz you don’t deserve to bring your wimpy behaviors to universities.

Don’t say that you deserve it just because you’re admitted in ITB by the admission selections, coz actually ITB admits you because you’ve guaranteed to pay Rp 25 milions for donation!

And you don’t deserve to pass your high school though you’ve got scholarship for Hannover, coz if Hannover found out that your EQs are too much “tiarap” like this, they’ll get ashamed to have sissy students like you.

And don’t complaint that you can’t pass the high school with 4,25 score coz you come from rural, you’re supposed to ask your principals why they can’t teach you to answers the exam correctly!

Look at yourself, do you deserve to be admitted in universities, or do you still have to be hazed? If you disagree with my shame as your senior, just criticize my ass. But before, please answer my riddle below:

Budi is playing a car from Balinese orange. Then Iwan comes by, he wanna play it too and takes it away from Budi’s hand. Budi grabs it back, then Iwan hijacks it. Budi is pissed off and Iwan cries a lot. Whose fault is it now?

“It’s Iwan’s fault, coz he grabs the thing that he doesn’t own.”

“It’s Budi’s fault, coz Budi doesn’t wanna give in.”

You’re all wrong. It’s Wati’s fault, coz:

-    she didn’t teach her brothers about concept of sharing

-    she’s supposed to teach Budi to tell Iwan about how to make toys from cheap stuffs

-    she’s supposed to teach Iwan not to be wimpy, coz a boy in his age should be wiser in attitude

My dear juniors, if you don’t know either who Wati is, you’re absolutely crap. Not just about passing the high school, you don’t even deserve to pass your elementaries!

Things you should do so you will not suck when someone pays your lunch:

1.      Are you sure you wanna eat that much?

You usually have lunch with Rp 10.000,-. Now it is the birthday of your friend, and he will pay your lunch three times cost. It’s not supposed that you’ve gotta order a big plate of steak plus ice cream for Rp 30.000,-, is it? Especially if you have a mini stomach, it’s impossible for you to eat them all. You couldn’t be getting out of the resto coz you can’t stand up just because you’re fully filled.

If you don’t wanna lose, it doesn’t matter if you wanna order the foods according to your quota. But just don’t eat them all. Just eat some of at the place, then pack up the rest for bringing home. You can give it to your family at home. Sssh..if you’re smart, you can even ask extra mayonnaise for bringing home, too.

2.      Speaking of mayonnaise, extra sauce shouldn’t cost more.

You order a plate of chicks, showered with mayonnaise. According to what’s written in the menu list, you can have extra mayonnaise if you pay more Rp 2.000,-. Don’t get cheated!

 

Actually, if the chef really intends to roast the menu with showered by mayonnaise in normal volume, then the menu is delicious enough without any extra sauce. Too much sauce just makes nausea and decreases the taste of the food. But if you persist for extra mayonnaise, just bring your own mayonnaise from home, it’s free, and you can manage your portion as you like. Don’t be shy. I guarantee, your partner will be jealous!

3.      Variation always rocks.

Because it’s free, how dare you use your quota for a big plate of fettucinni, though the large plate is better for dishing gurame. Too much fettucinni will just bore you, even you’re gonna get sick of it.

You’d rather order the small fettucinni, a small bowl of cream soup for appetizer, a small pizza, and ice cream cocktail plus cherry as the dessert. Look, all of the items are small size, but you’re satisfied coz you can try all kinda menu. Still it bore you?

4.      Steak without vegetables is absolutely crap.

The Westerns, as the original authorizer for the recipe of steak, dish the roast with vegetables and fries. I wonder why we, the Easterns who pretend to be Westerns, just eat the beef by eliminating the beans and the carrots at the side of the plate. Then where the hell is the art?

Why don’t you just order the beef only, without the vegetables? Doesn’t it cost less? That if you’re not embarrassed to the waiter, anyway..

5.      Roasts taste better than crispies.

Crispies are just covering the beef by flour, then the chef will fry them all very hot. Exactly these crispies contribute for making us overweight, coz the flour is a source for carbohydrate that can be metabolized into fat.

Roasts probably cost more, but the price can’t compare to the risk for wasting our outfits coz our fat bodies can’t fit them.

6.      The dessert must be imitated.

Imagine the milkshake mixed by Coca Cola with scatters of whip and cherry at the top, dished in a champagne glass and you gotta pay that for Rp 11.000,-.

Don’t just drink until you belch, why don’t you remake this recipe at home with the ingredients that you can buy at the supermarket next door. Your home-made could be more delicious, and you can open your own counter!

7.      Only losers smoke at the plate of steak.

Smoking just don’t rock, especially if you waste the ash at the plate where your food was! Did you learn about how to use ashtrays before?!

They said, this Friday, there is gonna be another earthquake on Java. I do not know where the epicentrum is. They said, it will hit Batavia (gosh..these days, still name it Batavia?! How are VOC a.k Kompeni and its J.P Coen?) But I wrote this two days before Friday, and I have just launched it Sunday. So if you can read this new post, congratz, then I’ve survived from the quake.

It kills me to watch tv when they’re talking about the quake. That the Jogja was hitted, cries me a river coz there my favorite places are. How are the cute batiks that I often bargained at Bringharjo Market? And those buggies jamming by Malioboro and carried me around Kraton Park? Bless the Mirota Fashion and their black bootilycious batik gown. Wait..and the market of cute souvenirs at the yard of Prambanan Temple? And Mrs Suwarni’s fried ducks resto at Klaten main avenue? Huwa..hope you all survive! I’m dying for Jogja to see the situation now, but according to the paper that I read, my favorite hotel now can’t operate coz the building collapses. Hix!

Now, the pals at the Geophysics whoop up again. The problem is, if you’d like to sort back the Jogja quake, it’s still the sequel of Aceh’s tsunami. Imagining a hundreds-kilometers-distant-epicentrum that still active and ranges in Indian Ocean really drives me sick. We who live in Java, who bath among malls and fly-overs, all can break down due to the quake, anytime when God wants to. Jogja has proved it. Imagine, when the only nature disaster that they worried about is just the Merapi volcano, exactly the Jogja sea going mad.

How about me? I live in Bandung, obviously in the Ring of Fire. Absolutely I live on the bevel of Tangkuban Perahu! And who says that this mount is not active anymore? It’s just sleeping, but it doesn’t mean that it won’t erupt. And only God knows when it will. And if it does, what are we gonna do?

So when the people mess up predicting that there’s gonna be a quake this Friday at Java, I just shake my head in surrenderness.

OH, SO THERE’LL BE A QUAKE, WE GET PANIC, AND SO WHAT?

Where will we evacuate to now? To Singapore? To Aussie? Can you pack up your stuffs now, your computer, your shoes cabinet, your expensive couch, your magz collections? Which bank where you’ll keep them in, they won’t be missed from the quake. Coz the bank joins the collapse until they break down with the ground!

And what are we panic about the quake from now for? We’ve got appointments for Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and so on, have to meet the clients, have the exam to go, have to meet the dentists, have to come to the relations’ wedding, the show must go on though the quake menaces. And it menaces not from the last Saturday when it hits Jogja, but our partners at Geophysics Bureau has predicted them long time years ago, that our so-comfortable homeliving is in the Ring of Fire, a.k easy-earthquake area. And what’ve we done with their warning? None?

We don’t learn from our pals at Japan, which routinely shaked by the quakes until twice a year. Have we learnt by making the buildings that steady for quakes? Nope. Have we registered ourselves for insurance? None. Have we written our heritage act to tell that we’ll donate our organs, so we’re still useful for other people after we pass away? Nope.

Except, if by the quake, the bless will come. Coz of the quake, we stop accusing each other about the city garbages, and we’ll work out hand in hand to remanage the city. Coz of the quake, we stop suspicious each other with the strangers, and we’ll help the others without racism. Coz of the quake, my ex will look back for the people that he loves, and he’ll hug me back by thanking that I’m still alive.

So there’ll be another quake? So what..?

I don’t think those will happen.

I cannot eat. I cannot sleep. Welcome to broken hearts club. Introducing, I’m a new person here. And my heart is broken.

I am mourning. I lost my sweetheart. He has gone. Didn’t I said that now he’s with someone else?

 

Don’t tell me about forgetting him. It’s been two years since our breaking-up, I’ve tried hard to get him out of my head. Been working with my new job, been hanging out with new pals, and he’s not been with me anymore. But I’ve been always missing him. I miss his laughter, his voice, his smile, his jokes. I know we’ve been over, and I’ve gotta find someone new to go out with. And Lord had given me a second chance when He gave me a new guy. But I failed. New boyfriend could please me, but I hadn’t been that happy when I was with my ex. It wasn’t my darling’s fault, the problem was just, I didn’t love somebody else than my ex.

Why, Vic? So what if he dates someone else? Didn’t we sign off from the miserable breaking-up and vow to live separated? Do I deserve to forbid him for falling into again? Doesn’t he deserve to be happy, same like me who deserves to be happy, too?

COZ I’M SELFISH.

I JUST WANT HIM TO BE MINE, AND THERE CAN’T BE ANOTHER WOMAN.

Except his Mom. Coz she’s delivered him.

I’m exhausted to mourn every day in my room. I wanna live, but my body’s weak. I can’t eat, coz everytime I eat I just remember him and I always vomit. This week I supposed to speak in a workshop, pretend to smile and act like nothing’s happened to me, and I feel terribly tortured coz I can’t even stand on my feet. My eyes are swelling coz I keep crying a lot, and all those make-ups can’t wipe the sorrow on my face.

Can’t woke up, coz I have no reason to live. Afraid to sleep, coz I’m scared the nightmare will return again. He’ll hold someone else’s hand. He’ll laugh to hear someone else’s joke. He’ll whisper someone else’s name. He’ll adore someone else’s eyes. He’ll kiss someone else’s lips. He’ll make love to someone else.

Allah, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to thank You now. I lose my way. I can’t wipe away my tears. I can’t laugh yet anymore. I haven’t signed off from my sweetheart. I can’t let him go…..