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I was cat-walking on the corridor between two lotus-pools on the both sides.

A photographer who thought himself was a paparazzi called my name and turned on his lens.

Instead I showed off my trained-smile and posed like a celebrity on the red-carpet, with the pose that ready to display on the cover of People,  with expression of Look-at-me-I’m-the-most-fun-and-fearless-female-alive!

I had already forgotten the pretend-to-be-celeb-and-paparazzi game as the afternoon, after I had lunch with my colleague and I was gonna attend the symposium, the photographer suddenly came to me.

He showed me his creatures, two pieces of my pictures where I was smiling, and said to me, “Ma’am, you could hold these on for a while. Pay on later!”

I almost got choked of laugh, but I didn’t think it was appropriate.

My professor was next to me.

I told the man (the photographer, I mean, not the professor) to keep my pictures a while, I couldn’t handle them on coz I was gonna get to the class.

Actually, more accurately, I wish I would never see them again. Pay for my own pictures?

As if. I’m narsist, I have 1000 pictures in my room where I smile like that.

My pictures were still displayed until the meeting was over.

The photographer was still persuading me to buy my photos, I mean his photos, his snapshots, with 25 thousand rupiahs each. I told him that it was too expensive.

He cut the price until 15 thousands each. I felt humiliated.

He didn’t know how precious my picture is.

Actually I wanna buy them, I guess.

I’m doing my symposium rotation recently, so I’ll get often snapped by the photographers who gamble there. However, the officials need documentation, isn’t it?

But I don’t think it’s fair if the object has to fund for his own picture.

HOW COULD IT BE POSSIBLE TO GET CHARGED FOR ADORING HIS OWN FACE?

I told about it to my brother Inde, 30, in the way home of the meeting, and he laughed out loud.

He told me that I didn’t need to worry, coz there’ll be the day where people would snap me without asked, and I’d be bored coz I couldn’t go to important events without having to deal with annoying people who wanna get my picture.  I think he’s right.

The photos of my smile in the annual scientific meeting last weekend, were still on the photographer now.

I don’t know what the official’s gonna do with the images, but I think they gotta keep them well.

Next time I won’t come as the participant, but I wanna be the main speaker where people would fight each other for capturing me.

And my picture won’t be displayed on the corridor, but they’ll put it on the auction hall, and it won’t be sold out coz my image costs too high. And I’m getting there. Amien!

As I attended a workshop in Alebene a few months ago, a journalist from the greatest local newspaper in the city once asked me, how I could have stand with the job as an intern in the big hospital where I work, which placed under the Pasupati bridge.

I explained a lot of kinda reasons, that it’s my work as a doctor, coz the place was so crowded and it’s wonderful that I could get acquainted with new people each day, and coz my bosses were cute and I could have eye-washed as long as I love.

But I didn’t mention the main reason, that coz my boyfriend was working there, too.

I’ve passed my internship, and I’ve left the big place that has raised me up for the recent two years.

So I’ve already forgotten the interview long time ago, till last week I returned to the hospital, and got astonished to see the new view in the second floor.

The large hall that used to be the emergency waiting-room, now is covered by big white tens, which covered dozens of emergency beds, where the poor patients were temporarily cured by queuing for the number to get transferred to the salles.

The emergency where I used to work now is too crowded, couldn’t stand to deal with the large amount of patients everyday.

Those who doesn’t need to be managed in the emergency should be accompanied to the salles, but the salles are always full-house with the patients that averagely sleep there for over 1-2 weeks, the long enough duration that make me think that those patients need to have their own neighbourhood-chief (read: Pak RT!).

And the amount of the people who must stay inside the place is twice fold, coz each patients are accompanied by minimal 1-2 persons of their families.

The hospital certainly doesn’t provide extra bed for the family, coz they’re not expected for stay in.

So those families creatively make their own initiatives at night, changing the corridors become the clusters of carpets to be laid on, resulting the doctors and the nurses who mus examine can’t pass by, and the brand-cart can’t move around.

“It’s so hot in herre.” This place gets terribly dirty.

Our dream to have the great-and comfy medical-center has become a memory, coz the marginalians (that’s how I call the poors) has to admit here coz they can’t afford the high payment of the local hospitals near their villages.

IF YOU’RE A POOR, THEN DON’T GET SICK.

It shouldn’t be like this way.

The emergency doesn’t need to make this pathetic extra-temporary-observation-room if the salles don’t always complain about being too crowded.

The salles won’t be crowded if the patients come-and-go very fast, and they don’t admit here for too much time till they even need their own neighbourhood-chief.

The patients don’t need to bed-rest too long if they can have rest well, it means that they can’t get annoyed by the families who were noisily racing for the space at the corridor to put their carpets for sleeping.

The patients don’t need to stay there too long if the doctors manage them accurately and on-time, without waiting for the consult-route from the intern to the junior-resident, from the junior-resident to the chief-resident, from the chief-resident to the counselor.

And the diseased one, he doesn’t need to remain there too long just because his disease has reached the severe stadium, only coz he didn’t really care about the little anomaly in his body and lazy to go to the doctor for examining it.

I’m sure that being recovered is not coming from the doctor, but it’s coming from God.

But I don’t believe that the disease comes only from God.

The patient is the one who should pay responsible for the disease of his own.

If Nicholas Saputra can exposed the details about the types of the people who come to the movie, then this time I’m gonna explain about the kinda guest who come to the wedding.

1.       Crazy-about-food type.

You may guess, this kinda people come to the reception with one only intention: Free-lunch!

They’re the ones who are very excited to wander around each food-stand and try a lot of kinda menu, after before they were busy to rape the buffe-table.

They always remember the names of the stands, from the Zuppa-Zuppa stand to the empal gentong stand. If it’s not enough, they also remember the catering’s name, too.

Some are even worse, before they come to the reception, they’ll ask the bride first, “Hey, which catering are you using now?”

If the bride mentions the catering’s name that’s not really popular because the menu’s stock isn’t really reliable, then this kinda guest won’t come to the reception coz they don’t wanna be loss.

2.       Friendly-like type.

This is also the chatterbox-like who come to the wedding and busy to greet each guest that she knows.

“Hey, Shin, how are you doing? Oh, who’s this chick that you’re holding the hand?”

Or, ”Itje! Long time not to see ya! Getting so fabulous you look today!”

No matter that it’s the mate that she meets everyday, but if daily they meet at the office’s corridor they act like they don’t know each other, but in the party, she acts like friendly like know, like know like closed, like closed like nice.

The intention, just wanna show off her new silk gown, or her sparkling jewelleries on her ears, or if she gets cheek-on-cheek, can also smell-out her perfume.

D’ya have a friend like this? One of them, is me, hihihi..

3.       Bless-thirsty type.

This one, she doesn’t wanna come to the reception, but she only wanna come to the wedding.

They said, on the holy wedding, bless doesn’t only come to the brides who vow, but it also comes to the guests inside.

That’s why this kinda guest would like to come to the wedding, though there’s no lunch.

Coz of they really care about the heaven’s things, they really don’t care about the secular business.

It’s good, but just don’t forget to slip the envelope into the bride’s hand, OK?

No matter, but the spiritual-head ask for being paid today!

They said the penghulu costs 250 thousands rupiahs now, anybody knows which penghulu-address put discounts?

4.       Snap-me-please type.

Well, this type never leaves the reception before she gets captured with the bride.

Very narsistic, she even has queued first close to the presenter, even before the photo-session starts.

I have a friend like this, she goes to the beauty-parlor first before she comes to the party, and she’s just already come to the venue at fifteen minutes before the reception is over, as the food-stands start to clean up and she doesn’t care about the food coz she’s scared it’s gonna wipe her make up.

Well, as the bride’s gank goes to the podium for making photo with alternately-trophy, this friend of mine confidently goes to the podium and gets captured, too, though she’s not even a member.

It’s only left the gank’s members who whisper each other, coz they felt their picture gets intruded.

Oops..!

This blog is a must-read page for you today, coz flying by plane has been getting insecure lately, such as often get slipped on the take-off yard and even crashing the mount.

Just don’t hesitate of flying, coz except you potentially making any airways bankrupt, you also can’t push yourself to cross the Makassar Strait alone only by canoeing or even persuading the train post to build a rail from Gambir to Medan.

Brave to fly means that you’ve gotta be brave to jump from the plane in case of emergency.

You may print this webpage and carry it as a manual guide anywhere you go, copying without my license is not forbidden. I don’t hate piracy yet anyway.

·   Always remember where the emergency door is.

You pass the door not only if you have to land in emergency, but you’ll also reach it if you’re bored in the middle of the flight and you wanna get down on the road, sorry, I mean on the sky. Selorejo, turn on left, please!

·   Pay attention to the stewardess when they give examples how to wear the life vest.

Remember, not everyday that you’ll get free view of a beautiful lady lifting her arms and you don’t have to pay for it.

·   Have candies from the stewardess.

D’ya think they give candies only for welcoming sign?

The glucose of the candies is designed for the passengers so they don’t vomit in the middle of the flight just because having hypoglycemia on the height.

Now d’ya get it, why they always give sweets, not coffee bar?

·   Don’t wear high heels.

Yes, I understand it’s hard for you to say goodbye to your Rotelli, but trust me, when you land in the middle of the forest, the stiletto  will get torn off instead coz it hits the ground. And if you land on the sea, the leather will ruin coz it gets wet.

Jumping by high-heels really sucks!

·   If you bring a kid, don’t even get panic.

Help him wear his life vest,  coz he doesn’t get used to wear this strange vest with his kindergarten uniform.

If he cries, tell him to stop and promise him that you’ll buy him balloon when you have landed later.

·   Leave your purse, but don’t leave your wallet and your phone.

If something ever happens to you, SAR will recognize your body from the ID card in the wallet, and at least your body can be returned to be buried in your family cemetery, not just buried in ensemble.

And you still can phone a friend  like what they usually do in Who Wants to Be A Millionaire. Not bad for having someone to pick you up in the forest.

·   Don’t race with the other passengers for having the cutest-colored parachute, even to have the first turn to jump.

Queue, please! Ducks even queue, why don’t you get patient a while?

Everyone will have their turn to jump,  trust me!

See, are you ready to get down?

Enjoy the falling, not everyday you can enjoy the view what you see on the sky right now.

If you have time, capture them with your HP, and not forget to attach them for me, OK?

Have a nice jump!

Our public are truly odd.

Coming to the doctor coz they feel nausea and they wanna be injected.

They’ve got headaches and they wanna get injected, too.

They guess that injection makes healing. They don’t know that injection hurts.

Little kids would give their dignities by bending on their mommas’ knees so they won’t get injected. And now I watch people queuing on my door for injections.

Even I’ve just already got an aged patient who’d get up from the bed if I’ve injected her. Oh-oh.

Coz I’m confused, I’ve asked my colleagues how to reject injection for unindicated-patients-but-persist-for-injection. And the solutions are odder than our public.

·   Tell the patient, “Ma’am, your tension’s too high, so I won’t inject you today.”

Though the tension’s just 120/80.

·   Or, “Sir, your butt is hyperpigmented. It’s..nasty.

So you’d rather clean it first if you wanna get injected.”

Then get him home and tell him to have Nuvo.

·   The standard reason: “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but we’ve had no injection drug anymore today. They’ve had the rest this morning. You come too late.”

·   Or: “Sir, please have all of your old pills first.

If the pain doesn’t relieve, we’ll see if you need injection.”

·   Later, “Are you still smoking?

Oh, it won’t work out if I inject you, coz the drugs will ‘mix up’.”

But my fella Julz, 32, has no excuse.

Julz: “Vic, I don’t wanna have the risk that the patients would be pissed off of me just because I refused to inject them, so I rather did what they said.

So I told the old lady to take her clothes off, then she showed me her butt, then I just injected her. That’s all, the patient was satisfied, and she’d return to me the other day.”

Me: “What drug did you inject her? She wasn’t sick anyway.”

Julz: “Aquabidest..!”