Silence is golden

Yeah right... silence is golden, most Indonesians are in to that phrase.

It was not unusual to see Indonesian pupils staring at their teachers with those big black eyes when the teacher giving questions. I don't know whether the symptom still remains nowadays, but that fact happened in my school era. Was it because we loved that phrase that much?

During my time in Europe I got a very valuable experience to get into touch with people from four corners of the world. There I could see more examples of Indonesians' attachment to the phrase. Some of us, ofcourse, were not that silent but if one had compared us with students from other parts of the world, it would have been apparent that we love "gold". I, myself, even found those friends too straightforward, too fussy. The impression died down in time, more understanding came about once I got along with them. They were not fussy, they were not too straighforward, not too noisy. They knew that people must talk to be heard.

I do think that it is not wrong at all to express the things we know, it is not wrong to admit that we don't know by simply asking question, it is right to think outloud!

Let other people know that we exist.

Salam.

Working mother, grumbling father....

A mother, working hour: 08.00 - 16.00.
Wakes up: 05.30, leaves home to work: 06.30, arrives at home: 20.00

She has to wake up very early, facing problems in the office as much as their opposite sex has, struggling with/against their opposite sex to find a spot in bus, gets home to find that her husband is already there with flat face, oblivious, no welcome kiss is received, only question,"Why so late?"

The husband sees her woman arriving home from work, late.
He knows she is working, he realizes how busy she is,
he does not want to see her suffering from working,
he wants her to be with their children home,
he needs her to work,
he can easily give her woman a welcome kiss to wipe the exhaustion away; he does not do it.

He wants his lover to be there when he comes home, welcoming him along with their children in the front door, smiling.
She wants to welcome his man at home, kiss him to ease away all the tiredness.
They can not do those simple things.

or can they?

(TO ALL WORKING MOTHER IN THE UNIVERSE, SALUTE...!)

LOVE

This word has been nagging me since morning. LOVE.

Do we need a reason to love or be loved?
Reason is in a mind's domain while love is in feeling. I don't think one can mix those two.

If you feel like it, love... No reasons needed.

Have a great weekend dear browser.

Things That Make Us Feel Good

(I got it from a friend's email but I think I am in to some items;)

1. Falling in love.
2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.
5. A special glance.
7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.
8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
14. A good conversation.
15. The beach
17. Laughing at yourself.
24. Friends.
26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.
30. Having someone play with your hair.
31. Sweet dreams.
35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.
38. Holding hands with someone you care about.
39. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.
42. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.
44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.
45. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think.


"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."

Post script on previous writing

Why do I start to hear like I loath police? Not that I know of. I like the force, I even once hoped to be a policeman, myself, before I gave the dream up due to my physical limitation. So If I mention police to often, it is just coincidence :D

Where's police?

Last night I wrote a new record, covering a road of around 40 km long in a total of 5 (FIVE) f*****g hours in a heavy rain...!

To make my mind go wandering further, I finally managed to come across a policeman after 3 hrs, before then? zip, nill, nada. I mean, have you ever wondered, how we always come across something when we least need it? I only met policemen twice last night; three hours after I started my 5 hours drive and in queue before a gas station. I was stuck in a long line when I heard this siren from a police patrol car. At last! safe... (that was my thought when I heard the siren) the police would come as a saviour, arrange the line and we could go faster.

Beep..! Wrong answer! They sounded the siren to make way...! for crying outloud.
Talking about abuse of power, huh!

First try

Have you ever been stopped by a police? I mean, it happened when you unintentionally break the law, say, you drove a long when the light was red? Well, I have.

I passed through this limited passenger lane when a police stopped me and asked for my driver's licence (he stopped me because I was the only person in the car while the lane required me to have at least three persons inside). It is not that I did not want to obey that requirement, I simply found it stupid to find two more passengers from the street just to fill my car to be able for it going through few hundreds meter of lane before entering to the toll road. Anyway, the officer checked my licence, took it, gave a ticket to attend the hearing in Central Jakarta Court.

I went to the court two weeks after the predetermined date as I just recovered from the dengue. The officer there told me that my files had been sent to traffic police headquarter, so it was better for me to go there instead. I went there to arrange it.

On the way there by the luxurious busway, courtesy of Bang Yos, I have prepared myself to wait for long hours of uncertainty and other fussy this and that. To my surprise, once I produced my ticket to the officer at the police headquarter, he let me wait only for 15 easy minutes, called up my name, asked me to pay 50.000 rupiah, gave me my driver's licence, and they allowed me to go on with my life.

Did they give me a receipt for the fine? what receipt? I got my licence, did not have to wait, I can drive my dear old car again. Who cares about the receipt. What receipt?

Hello y'all,
This is my first posting of the site. Nothing here yet. But I promise you folks, this will be full of my thought in a few days. Salam.