THE TIME IS HERE

There are only 2 things in my life that could force me into writing on blog. You call it blogging. I call it special time. Special because, either….;

1. I got so bored and having too much free time which lighten my mind to think and talk about nothing, load shit on it, or just to have a freedom of “fuck you” attitude, but on the other hand… This special time is just like when you pee on someone else’s house wall on a deserted street. You feel enlighten… Feel like you are the King of the world so you can just pee anywhere… You can even make a pee signature on that wall, completed with an underline and all the necessary dots… Hahaha… But still… It’s a public place... You may get busted, or your pee smells bad shit…





A special time you call blogging. Like it or not.. it is a public place. Not everyone can take your writings on the wall or your “fuck you” attitude that comes from you who are having a good time.. Unfortunately.







2. The other special time that seduces me to write a blog is when I feel all the positive energy, a passion, a sympathy, love and the challenge to conquer this quest in myself. It could be anything… a challenge to win, challenge to complete, challenge to survive, or challenge to create… Its all and always positive vibe…

I don’t always have the luxury of time to write – or blogging …. – about it every time I feel the joyful challenges… It is so unfortunate too..

But, at the moment… I feel so special. Like a Superman… I have these two subjects that have played in my mind… These two come from each one of the above reasons… One is a shit topic, the other is a complicated one but quite challenging..

So.. Ladies.. You wanna hear the bad news or the good news first?

Lets start with the bad news first… Ok..’haa..? Ok ‘llaaahh.. (that’s how our ‘singapore bosses' go)… ☺

Do you remember when you are kid..? I do.. Coz it was not long ago… It was only fifteen years ago when I was 7 y.o. anyway… ahaahaha… I remember how it was like, everytime I walk into my dad's office building or other estbalishments, I was always greeted by the smiles of emba-emba who mostly have classic Indonesian pretty faces. I think the smiles represented the true Indonesian culture… A friendly culture..

Anyway I don’t wanna talk details about the past. Not yet at least, wait until I tell you what the good news is.. Then I pretend to be a historian.. Hehehe.. All I know is I’ve been missing something..

Where are those pretty smiles? Nowadays the first person who greets me in every place.. is.. SATPAM. Yeap.. They are everywhere.. after you take your ticket when you enter a building, a second you push the glass door of a bank, a moment you walk into your kids music school… What ever happened to the old friendliness and ‘always welcome the guests with pleasure’ attitude? Is it now that dangerous so we have to live with our fear and adjust ourselves to get used to heavy security?

I hate it every time I walk into a Bank. I don’t have the joyful moment of browsing around with my eyes anymore.. U know like standing by the door.. Thinking shall I go to ATM first, join the queue to see a teller or attend the customer service first. No way.. A Satpam, with a fake smile and an old fashioned pistol hanging by his side… always greets me.. asking me what I want.. Fuck you man! I know what I want. Nice try…! - Ironically, all banking TV commercials always display a professional looking chick greets you at the door.. "Welcome.... to our Bank"... Hahahaha

It doesn’t have any connection with my last good time expression titled ‘Militarism’. I just wanna say.. Man, I miss the old Indonesia. I think Indonesia has lost its personality… So ladies, read between the lines yah… Don’t get me wrong ok.. Hehehe..

You wanna hear the good part now?

You have to come back again next week… :-P…