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Difficult is:

“My senior has me written his paper. But he’s the one who gets the reward, not me.

But if I don’t write it for him, he won’t teach me operation.

Though if I make him the paper, he doesn’t certainly teach me about it,” said a friend of mine, a first semester surgery resident.

Difficult is being an intellectual slave for another intellect.

Difficult is:

“I must do the shift in maternity room at Eid Mubarak Eve.

Though I wanna pray Id next morning. If I don’t do the shift, then who’ll do?

We don’t find any non-muslim midwives here easily,” said a sister of mine, a midwife and the boss of the maternity room in an hospital at the capital city.

Difficult is being a boss without a staff.

Difficult is:

“Measuring soil at Kalimantan like a stupid.

Lost in hinterland, no matter the weather’s warm or chilled.

And the salary just earned 250.000 rupiahs a day, not worth coz I broke all of my bones for it. And if the boss didn’t like my work, he could fire me anytime.

I still haven't found what I'm looking for.

Coz I’m just a honorary officer,” said a brother of mine, a fresh-graduated of engineering.

Difficult is being a poor scholar.

Difficult is:

“I’m suffered, runaway from my ex, to a middle of nowhere without enough clean water, often gets stroke electricity, and away from 3G network.

I thought I could get brainwashed from him that way, but I still haven’t find what I’m looking for,” said me, who’s almost running all of my money for Cosmopolitan subscribing just for a Fun Fearless Female status.

I subscribe this, almost run out of my money, just for achieveing my Fun Fearless Female status. Real evidence about how shallow I am.

Difficult is being a chief of Broken Hearts Club.

Difficult is:

“Pray Id alone. My husband’s been away from home for three months.

He used to have a restaurant but it didn’t get many visitors, so he tries another shop in another place. I can’t come with him coz I can’t leave my job.

I’m an executive now and wealthy, while my own husband must save much so he can buy a ticket for flying home,” said a sister of mine, who’s already married for years but still not pregnant yet.

Difficult is being threatened to be left by Bang Thoyib.

Yes, we know, that Everything’s got the phase, but when will this pain meet the end?

And you? For you, what is difficult about?

Tags: struggling

Breast-sucking always does matter not for couples, but it’s more concerned for infants-nourishing.

Last week I was talking to my friend, Reese, 26, an engineer in Singapore.

About three months ago, Reese bear a baby, and now she’s in maternal postpone for breast-feeding.

Baby's got the breast, daddy's got the lips. Mom, you're always fair.

I disagree, coz I argue that ideally a woman must be given a maternal postpone until six months. Coz breast-feeding is an must-have item for six months exclusively.

It means that for an infant’s first six months, baby shouldn’t consume anything except breast-feeding.

Not even formula milk actually, about those six months, infant’s intestine aren’t ready for any food or drink except breast-feeding.

Did the company hope that Reese would breast-feeding as her baby wants only for the first three months, and for the next three months Reese would turn into a pump lady who extorts her breast each morning before leaving to her office?

You can breastfeed everywhere. At the office, at the mall, or even at the park.

Reese reminded me that not just in Singapore, but also in Indonesia, this dearest homeland of us, working-women are just given three months for maternal postpone.

My sister Stacy, 30, has just already bear her son and only three months of maternal postpone that she got, and it’s been since two months ago she must return to the bureau where she works as an architect.

A lotta countries put only average three months for maternal postpone in their rules of labor, and we don’t know who designed the rules.

Guess who's more beautiful here?

Then I remember that my colleague, Sassy, 25, a general practitioner in an army hospital, also had only three months for maternal postpone.

Even the hospital who should be the stakeholder for exclusive breast-feeding campaign, also just gives three months for its doctor for breast-feeding her baby.

So now I assume that anybody who made this rule of three months for free breast-feeding, he must’ve hadn’t enough breast-feeding when he was a baby.

This doesn’t happen universally for every breast-feeding working-women, coz Reese told me that one of her friend who also had just bear and worked in Norway, got maternal postpone for a year; and during that year, she was still paid.

Breast-feeding ain’t just about how much oz that must be given for an infant.

But in breast-feeding process, there’s also the psychological therapy for satisfying the baby.

A baby who’s crying for breast-feeding shouldn’t be delayed, and it must be given the breast right that moment.

Sucking its mother’s nipple make it feels secure that its needle of affection will always be fulfilled. That’s why no wonder that the babies who are satisfied of getting breast-fed by their mothers directly, they grow up as unselfish personal of kids and adults, coz their spiritual needle of being cared by other people have been fulfilled when they were infants.

So if you meet a friend or anybody who just really cares about themselves only, you may get curious that probably they weren’t breast-fed often when they were babies.

If a company just gives three months for their female staffs for free breast-feeding, so for the next three months their staffs’ babies only depend on their mothers’ extorted milk during their moms at work.

If six months are too long for the companies giving maternal postpone, then the company must provide a special room for the woman staffs so they can “save” their babies at the office while they were working.

So when those infants cry for breast-feeding, their mother can hurry rush in for them.

This obviously an hard homework for companies, cause they should provide facility for it.

It hasn’t included the staffs who work at the field yet, for example the ladies who work as metallurgy engineers, bus drivers, or even traffic officers.

But please remember, that even the most stupid labor is a precious asset for its company, so the company obliges concerning about their welfare optimally.

And the welfare ain’t just about health subsidy, but also about the health guarantee for the children of the staffs, including the long-term-functioned such as exclusive breast-feeding.

It’s still a long way to go for Reese, Stacy, Sassy, and other working-mothers, to be able to keep their career and also confirm the health of their kids adequately.

Again, it’s not easy for being a woman today, coz we must hunt for money to keep our kitchens smoking, and also work full-time as pump-ladies for our babies. Salute!

School reunion may be fun, but it could be a spiritual torture for our darlings.

Except if that husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, or sephia, was in our school and invited for the reunion.

Reunion is an event to tell the world that now we’ve made it.. or not.

Coz, they didn’t go to the same school of us, so the quality of their participation in toning up the discussions about the moments of school nostalgia could be doubtable, though we know exactly that our darlings actually are also party animals.

Imagine when we’re talking about who made out to shrink the principal’s wheels, what can our darlings do, except also nodding of amazing or acting of curious though actually he can’t really figure out who the discussed suspected is?

When can we laugh out loud on old fellas like this except in reunion? Only among the old clique, that we can just be ourselves.

And who can stay cool next our darlings’ side if we met the old fellas?

Imagine if to our men we’ve been behaving like a princess of glass, but right when the old clique met us, they must be provoking our behavior to turn back to the past, when we still loved laughing madly like devil.

Coz if we’d like to think more, only on our fellas, we can be honest being ourself; the real funny can be hilarious, and the real skanky can be skankier.

Stay away from diet if you’re in reunion. All fellas always remember how gluttonous all of us when we’re dealing with food.

But what we don’t want mostly from bringing our darlings are, if the darlings hear any of our ignominies which our fellas open out wide.

The ignominies list is longer than we can expect if it’s listed correctly.

And the contents are astonishing; including our hoydenish attitude of seducing the trainee teachers and even cheating with three of basketball captains at once.

If the outsider darling that we brought was still a fiancée, it could fail our proposal to guide her for bridal.

The darling who’s not the reunion member, will stay periphery. So instead of making her confused of not understanding the conversation, just leave her at home.

So let’s come to reunion. The small tips are:

1.      Please come alone, just keep your hubbies or your mistress at home.

2.      Your boyfriend or girlfriend may come, but only for accompanying or picking up, don’t let them into the venue.

3.      No need to bring your kids, too, for their psychological safety’s sake, coz there are a lotta vulgar conversations here that kids aren’t allow to hear (yes, including babies!)

4.      Oh by the way, if you have sephias, don’t bring them with, either.

Coz if our fellas saw them, they could comment, “Oh gosh.. your old habit still remains, huh? Why don’t you introduce me to my substitute? I’m your seventh sephia, anyway..!”

The crosser rumbles his motorbike machine.

It smokes around it, and next he’s already speeded along the round ulin-wood wall.

The hard rough of the rumble mixes with the lethal speed on the round wall, shakes the ulin stage so hard, hard enough to make me feel that my ears gonna get blown up of thrill.

I cover my ears, but I see 50 are watching from the top of the stage, and no one of them concerns enough of covering their ears.

I guess I’m the only one who cares about the safety of hearing here.

Making over a muddy field for ten days become a night fair. The footpaths that the people step over aren’t paving blocks, but they’re gunny sacks filled of sand. Pay attention to the giant oscillation which is just rode by a girl; the seat has no safety belts. The night fair is really not as glamour as a fun land, but enough for entertaining the people of a small town.

Slowly I open up my ears, then I push myself enjoying the devil barrel show, like the other people who seem normal though each one’s hearing threshold have declined at least to the half.

I try to capture the lethal actions of the crossers inside the damn barrel, but it’s difficult, coz they speed too fast, not equal to my camera which though is released last summer but actually still slow enough of speed-snapshooting.

When I’ve just got the good snapshot, some audiences start to burn the air by waving sheets of thousand-rupiahs.

The crosser’s seduced, and they swoop their motorbike to the upside of the wood stage by trying to reach the money that the audiences wave.

Their action freaks me out, it smokes around harder, the wood wall shakes more roughly, and I’m scared that this ulin stage can collapse anytime.

It’s so hard for me to hold the handy camera for snapshooting these stupid crossers, and if the thrill of this damn stage drives me nervous and make me drop my camera, my father shall kill me.

Crossers pass, seems that they’re ready to run over the audiences. Amazing, spooky, and ears-damaging.

The lethal action of the crossers inside the barrel keeps going on.

They speed by folding their legs at the front of their chests, sometimes by getting up over their motorbikes.

The show ends up when the crossers speed on the ulin wall diagonally by their hands waving freely over their heads.

Everyone enjoys the entertainment, which for me is just another lethal show that can lead to disaster.

I draw my breath as I walk down that stage of the devil barrel, by massaging my ear which still felt thrilled. I hope next morning I won’t wake up in deaf.

The citizens build a sudden market covering the night fair. In Pulang Pisau, there’s no layer tancap, not even a theatre. No wonder the night fair is appreciated very well by the people who run out of entertainment facility.

The devil barrel is the favorite action of the night fair which visits Pulang Pisau this week.

They show up for ten days, locates a soccer-field-large area which is muddy of the rain. 

Except the devil barrel, the manager builds fun-and-happy venue that fulfilled of ball cage, carrousel, giant oscillation, wheel, fishing basin, cart, and spooky house.

Each night, those people promote their night fair by a loudspeaker which sound out the house-music songs, and the sound is loud enough to wake corpses up.

They seduce the whole town to come and bring their children enjoy every rides, and each ride only costs five thousands rupiahs.

Carts performed like lions. No need to wait till the whole cart is full to move. One kid wanna ride, and the cart will go.

Out of the night fair, the citizens build a sudden market which sells outfits and open some cafes.

The street which each night is always silent, suddenly is crowded of people who come in groups to visit the fair.

I can’t resist myself for get uncurious, coz my apartment is located exact at the front of the fair.

A giant wheel is must-have-ride. The sensation is viewing the whole town from the top. The wheel’s height is adjusted with the large of the town to see.

If I weren’t working in this town, I might never know what a night fair looked like.

It’s been so long since the last time I went to a night fair, I might be seven or nine, accompanied by my mother’s personal staff.

I remembered a little that the night fair which I visited also had a devil barrel inside, and my ears were also almost blown up like these. I guess next time I should bring ear plugs.

Ha, could it be next time?

These children pretend of fishing on a plastic pool. A fun and cheap entertainment which is easy-adaptable into family gatherings.

This is the people’s entertainment which is countable.

How the existence of a night fair which is just in 10 days can make the citizens of Pulang Pisau wake up more lately.

The main modal of a ball cage, are just plenty of plastic balls. To make it more attractive, put some ride to play. Kids have enough fun on this way. As long as there’s nobody pees inside the ball cage.

I don’t know what the people like; is it about the devil barrel, is it about the children’s rides, or is it just about the lights.

But they’re thirsty so bad of entertainments; and where the fun belongs, there they will go.

No matter it’s a devil barrel which can end up in lethal, or at least, able to make the ears of the half town, get deaf.

Tags: night fair

Ask your man, how many his ex is. Lots?

OK, now ask him more, how many girls have ever got a crushed on him?

It must be plenty.

Well, now ask him how many his girlfriends, whether are at his work, his clubbing spot, or just in his Facebook page? Well, the amount must be enough to make you chilled.

Don’t worry, he’ll say that you’re the only one inside his heart. It’s been true, hasn’t it?

Now look at his ex, and thank God that you’ve had his ring.

However they still have the history that you can never turnaround, are you sure that he never thinks of her anymore?

Next, look at his fans.

Your man might’ve always ignored him, but are you sure that those bitches won’t steal the opportunities if you’re improper anytime?

Well, if you still have time, watch her girlfriends.

Is it possible that he’ll peep at them in staring amazed, even though just a second?

I mean, the competition among the mistress, the ex, the fans, and the girlfriends, will never stop.

Show your man a picture of a pretty lady. Watch his reaction; if he smiles like horny, then he’s really a man. But if he doesn’t react at all, he might not be attracted to women, including you.

It’s impossible to expect that he’ll never look to another woman, anyone it is.

We should be thankful whether he’s with us, our man suddenly look to a pretty woman and then stare at her unintended to drooling. Don’t get mad, coz he’s still normal.

And if he’s gotta lotta ex, fans, and girlfriends, just be proud of it, coz he still picks us up from a lotta people who like him.

But it doesn’t mean that we should close his association from his ex, his fans, and especially his girlfriends.

Don’t bother to secure him with padlock, or even hiring a bodyguard to guard the padlock. You’re his mistress, not his herder. Just be friends with those chicks.

So they’ll know that your man has already got you as his baby, and this is an elegant shield to protect our man from the seduction of another woman.

Put this away from your man’s zipper. He’s a man, not public restroom.

Don’t secure your house in high walls, coz it prevents your house from seeing another view.

Don’t cover your man from the other woman, coz except making him antisocial it also makes him easily gay. We’re elegant ladies, and we protect our men elegantly, too.

Tags: ex, girlfriend, relationship