“…All of those two magazines are still stucked in women domestic stereotype, as can be seen by many articles are mainly about kitchen, recipe, and households…(and one of them is Femina).”-from one of my past writings-
No nipples, no cleavage, no cigarette, no torso. Yes, I’m an interner in a company that does not allow these appealing stuffs appear and become toxic for young girls out there. One day I showed a picture of this young man, member of an instant singer maker reality show originated from South America. No good torso, actually, but still, it’s censored! Wow, yeah, I get it, he’s a member of the big three now, many will dream over him. And girls are not allowed to. It’s too gross and misbehaved.
The magazine is not the problem. The question should be directed to me. What am I doin there? Keep this question. Maybe I’ll answer it. If I have one, though.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Nggak Enak is Uneasy
Monday. Heavy traffic!
But still, woke up at eight, grabbed some toasts with chocolate jam, and got a shower.
Pretty quick. Only took half an hour. So, I went off at 8.30.
Waiting for Bus number 52, Bekasi-Tanah Abang, lewat Komdak, Thamrin.
So I waited.
…though some busses numbered 05 passed by…
I could have been gotten in. But, ah, they’re too crowded.
So I waited
…convined by the less crowded space I’ll get, the pretty cozy seat, and air con…
I could wait, like forever, I thought.
Then a woman dressed in light yellow suit came near.
“Lama ya, Mbak. Nunggu nomor berapa?”, then I told her, number 52.
After one hour had passed…
05 passed in front of me. Slow in pace. Like teasing. No crowd, no people stood, many empty seats.
Hmm…could have gotten in. I could continue my journey with bus number 66 after get out from number 05.
But I did not jump into that white bus. Simply because I felt nggak enak to this young lady, si emba-emba, who started conversations with me.
Uh!
Finally, I got there, Jl. Rasuna Said, at 11.30, by 05 that passed by afterward, stood all the way, took 66. Precisely the same thing I could have done one or two hours before.
Once I stepped into the room, everyone had gone to meetings.
And I felt
unguilty.
But still, woke up at eight, grabbed some toasts with chocolate jam, and got a shower.
Pretty quick. Only took half an hour. So, I went off at 8.30.
Waiting for Bus number 52, Bekasi-Tanah Abang, lewat Komdak, Thamrin.
So I waited.
…though some busses numbered 05 passed by…
I could have been gotten in. But, ah, they’re too crowded.
So I waited
…convined by the less crowded space I’ll get, the pretty cozy seat, and air con…
I could wait, like forever, I thought.
Then a woman dressed in light yellow suit came near.
“Lama ya, Mbak. Nunggu nomor berapa?”, then I told her, number 52.
After one hour had passed…
05 passed in front of me. Slow in pace. Like teasing. No crowd, no people stood, many empty seats.
Hmm…could have gotten in. I could continue my journey with bus number 66 after get out from number 05.
But I did not jump into that white bus. Simply because I felt nggak enak to this young lady, si emba-emba, who started conversations with me.
Uh!
Finally, I got there, Jl. Rasuna Said, at 11.30, by 05 that passed by afterward, stood all the way, took 66. Precisely the same thing I could have done one or two hours before.
Once I stepped into the room, everyone had gone to meetings.
And I felt
unguilty.
An Answer in Few Concepts
“What’s his religion, Vi?” asked my girlfriend.
“Does it matter?” I answered.
If everyone believes and blubbings in big media that all religions are the same, in the measure of each good teachings, then I do not believe that inter religion marriage is unpermissable.
1. One day, live more than one Gods who make and manage this whole world. They have their own followers. Then some of their follwers just get married and live happily, although they have to strain for many difficulties on earth. The Gods smile happily out there, since they are good Gods. They love each other, they are friends, and want to make this universe goes better with the system they created. Thus, inter-religion marriage will not harm them.
2. But, uh, oh, how bout if the Gods were so exclusive? They curse the followers who make family with the followers of other Gods. It makes them sad, they do not want to be the minority, they want to be the only great God ever. Then, if this really happens, it is us who should not follow these selfish Gods.
3. The whole world and universe is created to reach its own aim. Thus, the score of morality will be integrated within the system. This way, humblily accept, I believe that our values in this world are the same with what The Great Power expects. He/She/whatever gender it is won’t ruin the very own system, rite? Then, one bad thing hurt when people do inter religion marriage: ego. Does not matter much. Other big and necessary values are not harmed.
4. Inter religion marriage is unpermissable since two religions can not unite. How cruel. One of the unrelenting deed is interprets “the bright cannot collide with the dark”, plants it deep down your heart, share it with your brotherhood of the same religion just to stake it even more deeper, but still campaigning: Peace On Earth.
P.S: I’ve already set my thought in the humblest and most positive thinking that there is God. The nice one, I mean.
“What’s his religion, Vi?” asked my girlfriend.
“Does it matter?” I answered.
If everyone believes and blubbings in big media that all religions are the same, in the measure of each good teachings, then I do not believe that inter religion marriage is unpermissable.
1. One day, live more than one Gods who make and manage this whole world. They have their own followers. Then some of their follwers just get married and live happily, although they have to strain for many difficulties on earth. The Gods smile happily out there, since they are good Gods. They love each other, they are friends, and want to make this universe goes better with the system they created. Thus, inter-religion marriage will not harm them.
2. But, uh, oh, how bout if the Gods were so exclusive? They curse the followers who make family with the followers of other Gods. It makes them sad, they do not want to be the minority, they want to be the only great God ever. Then, if this really happens, it is us who should not follow these selfish Gods.
3. The whole world and universe is created to reach its own aim. Thus, the score of morality will be integrated within the system. This way, humblily accept, I believe that our values in this world are the same with what The Great Power expects. He/She/whatever gender it is won’t ruin the very own system, rite? Then, one bad thing hurt when people do inter religion marriage: ego. Does not matter much. Other big and necessary values are not harmed.
4. Inter religion marriage is unpermissable since two religions can not unite. How cruel. One of the unrelenting deed is interprets “the bright cannot collide with the dark”, plants it deep down your heart, share it with your brotherhood of the same religion just to stake it even more deeper, but still campaigning: Peace On Earth.
P.S: I’ve already set my thought in the humblest and most positive thinking that there is God. The nice one, I mean.
Welcome, Deeper See-er!
I almost agree that they do not worth admiration, even gratitude, that I swithched the channel everytime they show up. The clothes are in too vivid colors. The make-ups…uh. All like plastics.
Then the day came. I had to interview them! Yaahhh…new kid in the office, get the least one. Then, I know. This boy from Makasar, is actually exouduced from Mollucas island. He even did not want to continue his opportunity in this competition. Why? Since the thought of his family keeps on hangin in, he said. His father is a stone lifter, who only earns Rp.20.000,00 a day. This amount must feed the whole family, ten children and one wife. When the other contestants can change their shoes every time they perform, he can’t. Just one old pair of shoes. Last week he got the new one, anyhow. Given by his father who had gotten it from someone else.
Not to mention the others. The boy with grotesque hair, whose my lil brother loves a lot!!, the smiling-a-lot boy with thick javanese accent, and this little cute woman with pinkish pointed shoes everday.
They’ve got their way. It’s the hardwork that counts.
After spending two days in a week with them, I turned the channel that Sunday night just to see these guys.
Then, I swithced it off…
It’s boring still on the surface!!!
That is why, once you see something deeper, you will consider every color that comes to you. Afterwards, each color has their judgement in your head, and you’ll become really selfless. Your mind streches. It is tiring, yet broadens.
Then the day came. I had to interview them! Yaahhh…new kid in the office, get the least one. Then, I know. This boy from Makasar, is actually exouduced from Mollucas island. He even did not want to continue his opportunity in this competition. Why? Since the thought of his family keeps on hangin in, he said. His father is a stone lifter, who only earns Rp.20.000,00 a day. This amount must feed the whole family, ten children and one wife. When the other contestants can change their shoes every time they perform, he can’t. Just one old pair of shoes. Last week he got the new one, anyhow. Given by his father who had gotten it from someone else.
Not to mention the others. The boy with grotesque hair, whose my lil brother loves a lot!!, the smiling-a-lot boy with thick javanese accent, and this little cute woman with pinkish pointed shoes everday.
They’ve got their way. It’s the hardwork that counts.
After spending two days in a week with them, I turned the channel that Sunday night just to see these guys.
Then, I swithced it off…
It’s boring still on the surface!!!
That is why, once you see something deeper, you will consider every color that comes to you. Afterwards, each color has their judgement in your head, and you’ll become really selfless. Your mind streches. It is tiring, yet broadens.
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