A Story in a Sardine Can of Transjakarta

Long night shift, that what I've got during the world cup 2010 held. I watched the match and then write the stories on that for news morning segment. Played on South Africa time made all process made me little bit under pressured to meet the death line.

I went home by the morning, by my first shamble walk heading to Bus Way Trans Jakarta (a mass transportation system in the city I lived). Waiting patiently the bus for almost 30 minutes. I gotta tell you, they do not operate enough bus to cover all the passenger. Mostly in the rushing hours, the bus gonna looks like a tin of sardine.

As I reached my transit shelter, there were huge crowd queuing for the next bus to Pulo Gadung (nearest terminal by my home). They were separated in three lines, two by gender and the last for disable, pregnant woman, children and elderly. But on the gate, the crowd were mixed again rushing as quick as they can to have a seat inside the bus. So they who were slow, enjoy the trip by standing for the next 40 to 45 minutes.

I never thought to have seat during taking a bus way. While many of the passenger did not care enough that they should give priority for certain people I mentioned above. Lot of strong men were pretending sleep or clearly ignoring woman who should have seat instead of them.

There was a man too who hold his daughter around 2 or 3 years old while other hand holding a big baby equipment bag. Pity to him, struggling hard in the middle of the crowd, to keep steady. Well, he could make it, keep the baby in comfort. I looked at her, apparently she was smiling and then looked sleepy. She might knew that her father effort was all out then she preferred sleep instead of crying for this discomfort.

Next bus stop is a shopping and office district where lot of people take off. The man who I guessed must be in 35, finally got empty seat for him. The little girl was totally sleep peacefully.
And that was the moment I took their pic by my mobile.

I should upload it, but there's no cable yet to transfer it to my computer.

This story might not interesting, but for me it likes snow in the middle of the messiness of the public transportation in my beloved city. A story in a Sardine Can of Trans jakarta.

so this picture might show you a bit

















courtesy:
http://krisosa.wordpress.com/2007/06/09/busway-transjakarta-nyaman-tapi-gak-aman

Agak-agak dulu lah...

Jakarta pukul 05.00 wib

AC ruangan kantor lt.19 super duper dingin, terlebih setelah wudhu-an subuh, jadi agak-agak menggigil deh. Tidak ada jacket atau sweater karena dari awal memang ngga ada persiapan menginap. Mau pulang terkendala hujan nanggung yang lumayan bikin kuyup... jadi ketimbang agak-agak meriang mending agak-agak ngeblog dulu lah...

This time I'm writing in bahasa. The topic might not interesting much, as I have told you at my previous post, nothing huge happened on me recently. Sometimes I feel unconfidence to share my thoughts to public through this online media, compare with those stories written by my fellas Mio or Asri who face challenging lifes out there.

Ada buku menarik "Diary of A Wimpy Kid" atau dalam bahasa Indonesia cerita anak lemah dalam konteks 'katro' karya Jeff Kinney. (Kisahnya jadi 1st New York Times Best Seller thrice, lho..)
Saya tidak mencoba untuk mengulas buku ini, tapi ada bagian menarik dalam seri "The Last Straw" dimana Greg Heflley, karakter dalam buku ini menghadapi pergulatan untuk tetap konsisten dengan resolusi tahun barunya yaitu menjadi anak yang lebih baik terhadap orang-orang di sekitarnya. Sementara in return bukan perlakuan serupa yang ia dapatkan. Hadiah Natal dan tahun baru yang ia dapatkan jauh dari yang diharapkan.

Cakrawala berpikir Greg memang sedang lugu-lugunya, maklum anak yang baru duduk di tahun ke 7 (mungkin tahun pertama sekolah lanjutan pertama di Indonesia ya). Tapi saya menemukan banyak nilai dari karya Jeff Kinney ini yang mendorong saya untuk berkontemplasi, paling tidak mulai berlatih menulis lagi disini.

Seperti kemandegan karier yang membuat saya merasa agak-agak frustasi belakangan ini. Sempat terjebak dengan penyesalan di masa-masa pengambilan keputusan dulu, seandainya saya terima pekerjaan yang lain, mungkin situasi tidak akan sesulit ini. Namun hanya dengan ilmu ikhlas yang sederhana, akhirnya saya berpikir it's not the end of everything. :)

That's what friends are for

It's been more than a year I left my blog without any post, while my great friends (Asri, Pia and Mio) have had their great stories posted.

therefore i am trying to make one now, even though I don't know what am i going to write about, seemed that not many interesting things happened on me.

Only my last visit to thailand where I covered stories about political turmoil in Bangkok caused by Red Shirt movement. That probably becomes most exciting experience I got this year. There were huge challenges to work where I can speak Thai, work without fixer and in difficult situation. At last, I can accomplished it well, since my new friend Timothy Marbun and Yudi from Metro TV (An Indonesian News TV Channel) helped me much. Thanks a lot for them.

so now, I decide to write about how important friends to me, while watching brasil versus ivory coast at tonight world cup match.

Well, once my aunt (who take care of me during my teenage time) told me, that too close with friends even could jeopardize your relationship with them. She said so, because I spent my days mostly with my friends, so i hardly to stay at home. At that time I was so black sheep on the family, without any intention to do so.

Probably, disobedience that I performed to my family give me another life learning experience.

(paused for a while, attention to the match, Robinho gives his firs shoot to Ivory Coast in early minutes)

So my really first friend was in college, he was almost two years older than me. Both of us were very active in students association in our university, until we involved in a community project. In that project, we have different thought about how we should manage our money and activities. Well finally it took us apart.

My next best friend was in the same age. We worked at same company where we almost spent our time together in office and in our boarding house. We even travel together a lot to Bandung and his hometown, for more than 100 kilometers and more than 3 hours. It was great time but conflict because of woman was took me away from my best friend.

But no matter how I mad to them, the truth is... I miss them

Sometimes I think, loosing your best friend even hurt rather than broke up with my girlfriend. I dunno why I felt that way. I guess there must be good reason in breaking up with girlfriend such as do not have anything in common, long distance or there's no heat anymore... after broke up you can turn became her good friend and you can find another girl. But loosing your best friend, means you really lost them.

LikeDionne Warwick or Stevie Wonder said in their song:

"For Good Times And bad times, I'll be on your side forever more, That's what friends are for"

So keep your friends around ^^