Monday, December 12, 2011

December, the fifth, two thousand and eleven


Two thousand and eleven years Anno Domini. Today is our last working day in TL, to undertake the capacity assessment as part of the consultancy job. It all went well, I can simply say. In the morning we encountered the guy from the Bank once more, after a long conversation yesterday, spanned from the topic of nuclear physics to theism and atheism, from NASA’s artificial intelligent project to reincarnation and religion; the difference between monotheistic and non-monotheistic.

It was an interesting talk, everyone left with their heads full of thought I suppose, -including me. This morning we exchanged some small talks about weather and cities in Indonesia and supporting capacity of the environment, over the monotonous hotel breakfast. Five days in a row, -number of days we stayed there, we have only three choices of breakfast: tropical fruits with yoghurt, toast with number of spreads like butter, jams, marmalades and errr…. Vegemite, and some cereals (all sweet, I regret) and some fruit juices. Well, cannot complain more, but imagine the service one can get with US $80/night in Indonesia, yes, that will include swimming pool!
Shortly after that, our host organization in TL came and picked us up to shop for wine and coffee, two most important commodities in there. The presentation went well, everyone seemed to be all right with the findings. After question and answer and feedback session, we bade everyone goodbye, signaling that we will come again next year.
I recalled that tonight I’ve gotta go to pharmacy to purchase Dio’s medicines. I forgot whether I really prayed (or not) that morning, but what made this day special was the way too many, too many indeed, coincidences and fortunate moments that I encountered. I listed down some as follow:
1.      The immigration asked me to put the bottle of wine that I carried to cabin on my luggage. Could have been frustrating to find mine because they have strolled the trolley on the lane to the plane, but strange enough, mine was on top of piles of luggage, just like waiting for me to come. So it was easy to unzip my luggage and put the bottle inside.
2.      The flight was on time, unlike the previous week when it was said to delay for 5 hours!
3.      The transit in Bali did not take much time; unlike when we just came.
4.       After taking out our luggage, I saw that the queue for cabs was way too long. That wasn’t good, I thought, so decided to run to the bus line and whoop! There the Pasar Minggu bus came first, first, like never before..so I jumped in.
5.      Fortunately, it was around 4 pm, and whoa, no traffic jam on the way! So I arrived at home when day was still bright.
6.      I took an ojek from the last stop to my place, and when the ojek stopped, he said ‘alhamdulilah’ for the very short trip, and said thank you and again ‘alhamdulilah’ because I said he can take the change. I could not stop myself from mumbling, following him to say ‘alhamdulilah’, or thanks God (whichever language my mind can speak to God who understands all languages I suppose). If he was able to say thank you for the IDR 10,000 that I paid him, what more should I do other than give thousand thanks for the abundant blessings God has given to me?
7.      I put all the luggage in my room and soon got to get the public transport to the pharmacy, and guess what, no traffic in the street! The street is well-known as ‘jalur neraka’ or ‘hell’s lane’ due to its unstoppable congestion, day and night, weekend or weekday.  So again, I considered myself lucky.
8.      I took the medicines and returned to my place.
Against all odds, I believe that there’s an invisible hand guided me, brought me there and made everything just all right in time. Knowing that, I’m glad that I’m not alone. That the Divine Being is always be there for me, for the good cause that He intended me to do. Ever since the world began.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Adventus

Adventus week has just started today.
It means:
Waiting.
Get ready.
Patiently.
With respect.
For the coming of the Son of Man.

Veni..veni..Emmanuel...




Wednesday, November 9, 2011

First writing - 2011

I'm back.
Back to my home country.
Back to my hometown.
Back to my blog.
In fact, this is my first attempt to fill this blog again, after, oh, after almost a year (to be exact: 10 months plus so and so days, -will come back later with the detail :).

Oh, ye, hear that, what kind of song that I can vaguely hear from here? Yeah, it's the late Nike Ardilla, Bintang something. Then you know that I'm somewhere in that faraway land from the centre of change in this country. The song from almost twenty years back,which people still love (because of lack of access to newest and latest information? Or simply just because they love the oldies?).

I kinda don't know what to write, too much things squeezed on my mind since then. Much more reflections and less time to write.

NOTE: this post supposed to be uploaded some time in October 2011, but I guess because of internet disconnection, it was stopped in the middle and became a draft, that I happened to find out just now. I put this note and will upload it soon.

Visual person

I have an inability to stay too long with narrow screen. I love computers, but typing in computer sometimes can block some brilliant ideas ('though it's pretty seldom that I have brilliant ideas :). At least twice in in my life I heard that ideas in our brain must be released through our hands, into papers, or card boards, or other media, if possible with colors. Yes, I think I work better with visual. Visual type of person.

Electric Youth!

I heard these lyrics on the radio just now:

Electric youth
Feel the power, you see the energy
Comin' up
Coming on strong
The future only belongs
To the future itself/in the hands of itself
And the future is
Electric youth
It's true you can't fight it
Live by it
The next generation...

It's electric..
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It's Debbie Gibson! The pop star of my teenager time! Gosh, it's been ages ago since the last time I heard her name. It was in SMP time. She's so popular and then no more. I mean, never heard of her anymore after the songs like Love is Blind, this one, Lost in Your Eyes and some other I forgot. Where is she now? 





Wintry days

Typical winter days:
*wake up late
*frequent checking of weather forecast
*layers of clothes
*voice of crows
*black fashions
*hard to get vitamin D from the sun
*electricity bill is skyrocketed
*fewer water-related activities

NOTE:
1) this used to be a draft of something I was going to write in 2010 or so, when I was in Melbourne. But then because of one thing after another, I forgot that it's still kept in the draft section, therefore I just post it now, today, in tropical Indonesia where winter does not exist.

2) The picture here, has nothing to do with winter in Melbourne anyway. It was the pic I took in London up from the London Eye, back in 2006, in autumn instead. But the raindrops effect on the glass creates the 'wintry' effect or so I guess.

Ghost stories in Indonesia are the equivalent of weather small talks in the four seasons countries

These last 3 months have been busy months with the many visits from friends and family members from outside town. Mom, my brother, in law and daughter, brother in law, my sister and some friends from Bdg, Kpg and I forgot where else.

When we ran out of conversations, what do you think is the neutral 'everybody knows and experienced it at least once in their life' kind of topic? Yes, guess you know, it's ghost stories. It's everywhere in country, different styles, similar styles, plethora of them scattered in almost the entire corners of the country. Everybody at least have experienced it once. At least. Meaning, more often they experienced more than once, some have even experienced it daily! Alias, indigo. They smell it, feel it, see it, talk to it, scared to it, dare to yell to it, and only god knows what else. But you know, I have to say that it is interesting because this is a neutral topic. It is not too personal, not too specific. Pretty general, can create a good smooth conversation (yes, you have some agree, some do not agree, some believe, some do not believe, some experienced a little encounter, some embrace the whole encounter -talking with 'them', for god's sake!). A very good stimulation and good ingredients for a good conversation, right? So I'd say, the Indonesian ghost stories must be conserved, or preserved as national heritage. If Westerners have their weather small talk, we have the ghost small-to-big talk! A topic I guarantee will attract people to join and keep the conversation pretty long, will not offend anyone.