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Aug 27 2008

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Laurentina Must Come Home

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My sister told me I’m insane.

She said, if I couldn’t hold my baby coz I wasn’t strong enough for them, maybe it wasn’t coz I’m not smart enough to them, but they weren’t good enough to have me!

So, she said, why am I supposed to run to a remote place to prove that I’m the one?

I said, it’s not easy if your baby has a full-troubled family and his mother is very monstrous coz she used to live in hard.

Sooner or later, he must’ve wanted you to be like his mother.

Struggling, tough, and unflabby.

Including when you got your spouse threatened to be stolen by.

And what causes you were unhold by your baby when you decided to leave him?

Aren’t you good enough till he wasn’t hearted enough to get down on your knees to please you back?

Don’t you have enough integrity to make him fight for you?

The questions have oppressed my chest and made me wanna puke.

I can’t wait any longer, the ghosts of my baby and my substitutes have tortured me for long; I need to be stronger, not “just another number” on somebody’s ex list.

My sister may be right, just as Carrie Bradshaw said, it’s not us who can’t take his heart, but maybe it’s him who can’t take ours.

The matter is, it’s not him who doesn’t take mine, but maybe I don’t appreciate mine enough till I can’t take my own.

So I go. I need to know what I can’t reach, and I wanna reach it by my own hand.

I wanna trial my own manful in the remote place, no family, no fellas.

If I can deal it with it, then there’s no other place in the world will fall me down.

And my soulmate must think of another thousands reasons why I haven’t deserved yet to be the mother of his kids.

I’ll still be reaching you, Guyz, no matter how slow the internet connection at Pulangpisau is.

Don’t miss me, if God permits me, I’ll be home. And be a better woman. Soon!

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Aug 19 2008

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Bad Letters

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Like any other official staff, we often received and sent memos to the other staff at the office.

They’re written any such as, Meeting at the hall at 11. –Boss”.

Rewrite the consult reply of the patient’s case, send it to the Medical Record Department.

But my favorite memo was, Nutrition Therapy downstairs, right now.”

It means, a partner have brought us food and that moment I must help my boss to eat it all in his room, right now.

It didn’t even need twice to command me to do this, obviously my mouth and my foot reacted faster than my brain in culinary-associated commands.

What’s wrong with me, what am I talking about food?

This is the result if I’m starving at eleven p.m.

Memo should be brief, coz it’s written in punctual time, shouldn’t it?

And that’s why it must be obvious, so the receiver can do anything commanded in the memo, isn’t it? So the key is the letters in the memo.

Coz memo is seldom typed, but it’s more often hand-written.

Damn coz not everybody has readable handwriting.

So the story happened in Jogja.

A three-months-pregnanted woman came to a gynecologist complained for her vomiting.

Ya know, she wants papaya or apple or something like that.

So the doctor prescribed Sotatic for the woman.

She went to the drugstore to have the drug, and she drank it at home. What happened then?

Suddenly the woman got miscarriage.

They detected and found that the woman had drunk a medicine named Cytotec.

If you never sold any medicine, you might need to know that Cytotec is a misoprostol that able to induce a labor.

Obviously far different from Sotatic which is an antivomitus.

The fact was, the pharmacist had misread the doctor’s handwriting in the prescription, Sotatic word was read as Sitotec. Said the pharmacist, the doctor had an ugly handwriting.

Let’s move to the hospital in my town.

A pregnant woman complained for headache, sent hastily by her obstetrician to the hospital.

Too bad that the patient’s family was a little demented, forgot the referred letter from the doctor. The woman came to the emergency room, then a nurse measured her tension.

Then the nurse wrote her report on the medical record, and the doctor read the record.

Awared that the woman complained for headache, then the doctor gave an analgetic then told the woman to get home. The next day, the fetus inside the woman, died.

The gynecologist was furious coz the referred letter that he’d written hardly wasn’t brought by her dementia family.

The letter wrote, “This patient has a very high tension and must be inhospitalized right now!”

If you thought that the emergency room didn’t know that the woman had hypertension, then you’re mistaken.

The nurse who measured the tension had already known that the tension was 180/90.

But the problem was, the doctor who read the letters, thought that the number was 130/90.

The nurse had an ugly handwriting.

And please let me defend my colleague who send the patient home.

Haven’t I ever written, that as long as we considered the normal tension, we couldn’t possibly inhospitalize anyone just because she complains for headache?

I’ve told you, not everybody has a readable handwriting.

Especially doctor, whose handwriting is the ugliest of the world. I never agree about this.

I think, doctor’s handwriting is so good, especially for writing a bill, which has a lot of zero numbers behind.

But my ex-boss, also a doctor, whose handwriting was often unreadable, made me often doubt to do his command.

But it was strange that I never misread a memo associated for lunch invitations.

It seemed that my stomach and my eyes still worked synergically.

Is there often any miscommunication in your work?

I understand we have hectic work, even we’re hastened in writing, but you’ve probably gotta check your own handwriting. And I’ve done mine.

Please check my handwriting besideYou_cant_find_any_other_like_me , is it readable?

Coz the communication is the biggest problem in our job. Isn’t it?

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Aug 12 2008

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Future Career Plan: Bu Lurah

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Please don’t laugh, but I do have a dream to join a carnival.

My momma has choked my head with carnival books when I had just been literated, then I’m dying to be in a carnival someday.

And I’ve designed my own carnival costume if it becomes true.

Not really splendid; as any other normal little girls, I wanna be a.. princess. Hihihi!

But it never comes true.

Ya know, we girls will never be a princess, coz our country has been long not as a kingdom and just metamorphosed becoming a republic.

Even the princess whose existency has been legalized in our country, is not like my childhood dream, who wears long blooming gowns, but they wear tube-top (Indonesian: kemben!)

and hair-piece, and they walk like snails.

Is this image still up-to-date if I dream to dress like a princess in the carnival?

Actually I don’t need to be this confused if I’m not stucked at Cirebon at the moment.

I wanna exit from my hotel, but the street ahead is closed coz the street will be the route of August procession.

Instead grousing around coz my trip is inhibited, I’m just plunging myself into a crowd of weird-costumed students.

All of them is here, the kindergartens, the elementarians, including some labile teenagers of high schools and the secondaries.Di_papua_nggak_ada_yang_pake_gelang_pink 

No uniforms, their only student identities are just their board with their schools written on.

Everybody is enthusiastic, maybe coz they’ll be watched by the Major, their teachers, and their crushes-on that they’re dying to date.

After I observe randomly, I just realize that the costumes of doctors or soldiersHormatgraak  remain the most preferably alternatives.

Some of their stethoscopes or guns are just toys, but some are real.

Some has done big make-overs to salons, but some really don’t know how to make up.

If this costume procession is expressions of the future career of each children, then the most popular future career of the day remain doctor, soldier, or mbok jamu.

Oh by the way, some also decide to join career as Pak Camat and Bu LurahCitacita_bu_lurah .

Let’s ask yourself. If you’re told to join an Indonesian carnival, what costum will you pick up?

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Doctor.

Coz I just need to borrow my brother’s lab coat, then I will buy toy stethoscope or injection.

-    Farmer.Mau_siaran_di_siaran_pedesaan Coz there are a lot of Vietnamese hats on the market.

I just need to borrow the hoe from the gardener that Mom often hires.

-    Of course the Balinese dancerKostum_bali_tetap_laris . The dancers are pretty, and their costumes are hot!

And I can peer to the cute boys. Balinese dancers do a lotta peering looks!

-    Soldier. Coz the costumes are sold a lot at Malabar or Ciroyom markets.

You don’t need to be a real soldier to buy soldier suits right there.

-    Badui-ArabicArabicbadui . I just need to wear turban, white gamis, and flood pants.

Beside, I study at madarsah, and it’s my daily costume.

By the way, anybody knows where I can hire a camel?

-    Just a kebaya.Serasa_miss_universe If the Major asks me what I wanna become, I’ll tell him that I wanna be a bride.

It’s better than answering that I wanna sell jamu.

-    Pocong.

That’s absolutely soo.. Indonesia!

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Aarrghh..I don’t know what ridiculous costume I’ll wear!

I just know that next morning I must join, otherwise I’ll be stated absent and the teacher will give me homework! She has commanded me so suddenly, and this is already 10 pm! Aarrgghh!

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Aug 05 2008

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Crackberry

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Do you
remember three years a later I’ve written about how much I was dying to own a
PDA? Well, get over it, coz I don’t want it anymore.

I’m
wishing for BlackberryBlackberry
after I read Ika Natassa’s book at the moment, coz I
thought Blackberry could make me easier to check e-mail even though while I was
shopping for rice at the market.

 

A friend of mine, a champion project in an energy company at the
capital, has been offered for a Blackberry by his boss. He was about to be
excited about it.

Certainly, well, you’ll be happy if someone just offer you a
strawberry juice,Strawberry
and you’ll be happier if you have an extra blueberry cheese
cakeBlueberry_cheesecake
for bonus, even if someone offer you a Blackberry, won’t you?

But then, I thought, wasn’t it an hidden intention of the boss
so the boss could call his staff anywhere, anytime, even while they were doing
anything?

Including calling up though it’s not office hour?

 

I still
remember how my sista received her job as an ingredient analyst for a diet milk
product. She was so fond of her first salary and she decided to buy two
phone-cells at once.

Well, at
this moment we often find people with two phone-cells on each of their hands,
one for ringing up the family, and the other one for business things.

Even
some people own more than two.

One for family, another one for business colleague, another one
for get contact from their staff, and another one for their betrayed one.

How
about you, how many cells do you use now?

 

OK, we’re back to my sista who’s managed a lotta diet milk.

Let’s say that once upon a Friday night she forgot to turn off
her business call.

Next Saturday morning, at 8, while she was enjoying the bed with
her husband, suddenly the business cell rang. My sister got mad instead.

I don’t know what made her furious, was it coz her assistant
annoyed her on an holiday, or was it coz the cell’s ringtone was super noisy,
or was it coz she was disturbed right at her orgasm.

 

Then,
the phone-cell that used to be created for making communication easier, has
changed into a tool enabled to prison us in work.

The work
that used to be created to make our survival easier, has changed into a tool
enabled to prison us in life.

Too bad
we don’t have a word for a person whose life prisoned by ringtone all the time.

We only
have a word for a person whose life prisoned by Blackberry.

That’s
what we call a Crackberry!

 

Crackberry is not a variant of strawberry, not related to
strawberry, and not another Irish band of Dolores O’Riordan.

Crackberry is the kinda person that I’m looking for now, who
pleasantly love to waste his Blackberry to release his life from the work pressure.
Accepted: Free Blackberry!

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