<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:45:48.422+08:00</updated><category term='revenge'/><category term='vengeance'/><category term='recession'/><category term='oppose'/><category term='mimpi ga jelas'/><category term='resesi ekonomi'/><category term='stress'/><category term='terrorists are stupid and impractical'/><category term='sindrom bingung'/><category term='talk out loud'/><category term='kekanak kanakan'/><category term='Holiday season'/><category term='life in prison'/><category term='retaliate'/><category term='war'/><title type='text'>Aku Tidak Tahu Hendak Menulis/Mengetik Apa</title><subtitle type='html'>Otak kita terdiri dari jutaan sel saraf. Komunikasi dan pemrosesan data di otak terjadi melalui impuls elektronik yang ditransfer melalui sinapsis dari satu sel ke sel lain. (bener gak sih?) Maka dari oleh sebab karena itu, tidaklah mudah mengubah impuls elektrik menjadi kata-kata. Tidak mudahlah menyalurkan apa yang ada di otak ke mulut ataupun tangan. Jadi si penulis menemui kesulitan mengekspresikan pikirannya melalui kata-kata. Tolong dong!!! Akukan bukan pujangga...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-6966980638379162597</id><published>2009-10-08T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:47:36.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.buddytv.com/closedquiz/closed-quiz.aspx?quiz='&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com"&gt;Created by BuddyTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-6966980638379162597?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6966980638379162597/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=6966980638379162597' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/6966980638379162597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/6966980638379162597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/created-by-buddytv.html' title=''/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-1847272881484163569</id><published>2009-09-10T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:30:30.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loco Parents (addition)</title><content type='html'>This recently happenes to my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background info:&lt;br /&gt;Our sucky curfew is at 6 pm . (It is INHUMANE. but rules are rules, and rules are NOT meant to be broken if they hold your lives in their hands. so it's a dead end situation for us.)&lt;br /&gt;My friend, lets call her X, asked for permission to come back late as she wanted to meet her friends who stay in another faraway place.&lt;br /&gt;Loco parents 2 approved her request, extend the curfew for her to 8 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she went back to our House Of Sufferings, Torture, Eternal Lamentation slightly before 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;Loco parents 1 (LP1) was there. He scolded my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LP1: why you come back late? are you making your own rules?! scold scold scold some more.&lt;br /&gt;X: But I got permission already from LP2!&lt;br /&gt;LP1: Dont bring LP2 into this matter! scold scold scold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, LP2 did not tell LP1 that my friend already asked for permission before.&lt;br /&gt;My friend X received a very urgent nature call, so she tried to put that call on hold  by fidgeting, while LP1 continues to scold nonchalantly.&lt;br /&gt;LP1 got extremely irritated., maybe because normal people will at least pretend to bow, look remorseful and regretful when get scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LP1: (SUPER ANGRY) why you continue to move?! very irritating, you know!!!&lt;br /&gt;X: I need to pee, very urgently.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, she denied the urge to go to the restroom before travelling back so that she could come back on time.&lt;br /&gt;LP1 fortunately released her, otherwise she might lose control and wet the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: be careful when dealing with loco parents, and find excuses to escape ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;Or else, you risk accumulating at least 5 kilograms of earwax afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck for all people living in the House Of Sufferings, Torture, Eternal Lamentation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-1847272881484163569?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1847272881484163569/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=1847272881484163569' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/1847272881484163569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/1847272881484163569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/loco-parents-addition.html' title='Loco Parents (addition)'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-391601613129462291</id><published>2009-09-10T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:16:10.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loco Parents</title><content type='html'>According to Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English,&lt;br /&gt;Loco (American English): crazy&lt;br /&gt;Parent (noun): the father or mother of a person or animal&lt;br /&gt;In Loco Parentis: having the responsibilities of a parent for someone else's child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loco parents are NOT my real parents. I have real parents, but they are very far far away from me. So instead, I have loco parents, on behalf of my real parents, and they continue to supress, depress, and stress me out.that sucks. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a well known fact that teenagers quarrel with their parents. And so do i, especially with my loco parents. But i dont always throw comments within their range of hearing, for I fear for my life. Because you know, real parents wont kill their child. But loco parents, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they killed me already, although not physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... why I was upset again? Because basically, they are loco. and they intend to drive me crazy, too. And they are super annoying and irritating, forgive my manners please. Unfortunately, they have authority over me. they can control the situation to make me happy or to drive me mad. And the former hardly ever happen. the latter is always the case, although the former one  is the one that they intendedly and convincingly show to the rest of the world. wicked. cunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loco parents restrict our movements to a very great extent.&lt;br /&gt;Loco parents do not allow me to shower at 8 pm. Nor can i sing.&lt;br /&gt;Loco parents do not tolerate BGR. Any couples caught will receive serious reprimand.&lt;br /&gt;Loco parents scolded me when i was late in giving my temperature, threatening me to get my ass of the place, accusing me of unwillingness to abide by the rules and their rules implied that i cant talk to any single person until i had given loco parents my temperature.&lt;br /&gt;Loco parents closely monitor our whereabouts constantly. They want to know where am i going, what am i doing, with whom i am talking to. To find a reason to scold. find my mistake and scrutinise every inch of my life, and shove those things down my throat and up my ass. and i dont think i am the sole victim here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i complained to my loco parents that the air conditioner (that I paid for monthly, that is controlled  on-off, temperature solely by loco parents and them only, which only turned on about 3.5 hours a day) in my room is not cold/ not working properly.&lt;br /&gt;My intention: to ask them to fix my air con, or at least call the technicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my loco parents blamed me for NEVER cleaning my room.&lt;br /&gt;It is implied that i am lazy and unhygienic snob, who does not deserve a cold, properly working aircon. Loco parents assume that there are thick piles of dust in my room. The dust therefore fly high into the ceiling, being absorbed by the air-con, thus spoiling the machine. So it is my fault, after all. So they think they don't need to fix it, or they will fix it if they feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I must continue my monthly payment, no reduced amount whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If their accusation of my extreme laziness and unhygienicness is true, by now, i should have been dead from pneumonia, or blocked-breathing-passage related disease. or, at least, my friends should have been forced to swim around sea of dust and dirt if one should go inside my room.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, the accusations made by loco parents are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i clean my room frequently, although not daily.&lt;br /&gt;there are dust particles in my room, for sure, but the amount is not YET enough to cover the entire floor. and surely not big enough to choke my air con. if my air con is really choked by dust bunnies, an error message should appear. that what computerised machines are for. and that's what human brains are for. to think, to sympathise, to take action if machines failed, because basically, human brain is more superior than any machines in the world. So, if my air-con machine failed, i hope that any human with brain and capability would want to fix my air-con.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, loco parents do not have any properly functioning brain. So, their brain should get fixed first before fixing my aircon. But, the latter is much more easier than the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, my loco parents come up with more ridiculous reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it was said that the weather outside is too hot. Therefore, it affects the temperature inside the room. because outside is hot, inside must follow suit. Then, what's the point of having air con in the first place? Air conditioner, supposedly able to regulate the temperature of the room. if it cannot make the room cold just because outside temperature is hot,i might as well open the window and turn on the fan,feeling the 'warmth' of outside heat caressing my skin. huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loco parents hasn't run out of excuses. I just give you one more, ok? this is riddonkkullouszs. Loco parents said that the reason that the air-con is not cold is because.....IM TOO FAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;yes. I am too fat so that i cannot feel the coolness of the air. So, loco parents denied that my air-con is not working. It's just me, my fault of having fats covering my bones. So, maybe if I starve myself to the point of I no longer having any body fat, maybe my air-con will work. Nice argument. Really really smart. Clap clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loco parents gave me these excuses in their fully &amp;amp; properly air conditioned room, not just some room with air con turned on but not cold. I mean the room that they "WORK" in is cold, because of their air-con really works. I wonder if they ever have forced to stay in a room without an air-con or with an air-con which does not work properly. I bet they never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loco parents looked at the monitoring panel, and see nothing wrong with that. I said that the problem is on the air con machine itself, not the programming. Therefore, I think it is useless to stare at the panel. Loco parents just dismissed what i said and repeat those excuses aforementioned. Therefore i need to find another, more convincing excuses to beat them. But at that time, I was forced to accept those stupid excuses and nod. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, i am super very very grateful that loco parents are not my real parents. otherwise, i wish i could runaway from home since i was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, loco parents are programmed as such...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENTER our private lives with force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show that they got POWER over us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to CTRL our lives,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to CAPS LOCK, i.e lock our capital for 'fee's, and fines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make the notion of HOME loses its meaning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and put freedom to an END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to INSERT some misery,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to DELETE some happiness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to FIND our mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to INCREASE VOLUME when we complained against them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to DECREASE our VOLUME when we know just too much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when anything goes wrong,&lt;br /&gt;they can easily SHIFT the blame to us,&lt;br /&gt;EDIT the whole story with 'evidences',&lt;br /&gt;in order for them to SAVE ASs...and ESC unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPLAUSE for my LOCO PARENTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-391601613129462291?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/391601613129462291/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=391601613129462291' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/391601613129462291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/391601613129462291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/loco-parents.html' title='Loco Parents'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-3566049759055177731</id><published>2009-09-10T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:42:38.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oppose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vengeance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retaliate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge'/><title type='text'>Retaliation</title><content type='html'>Retaliation: action against someone who has done something bad to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Retaliation means revenge. And Revenge is sweet. Depends on who tastes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retaliation happens everywhere. Its presence is undeniable and its process is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;It happens even in the smallest particles, atoms and molecules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In chemistry, we studied Le Chatelier's principle, which states that if a change is madeto a system in equilibrium, the system reacts in such a way as to tend to oppose the change.The system counteracts the effect of the change.So in other words, the system retaliate against changes.And it achieves a new equilibrium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principle of retaliation also appears in physics, as described in Newton's 3rd law.For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.For example, if you exert force against a wall by pushing it, the wall will exert an equal forcein opposite direction, against you. this becomes more obvious if you are standing on a skateboard/trolleyYou will be pushed back. The wall retaliates against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, some people believe in karma. They say, what goes around comes around, what goes up must come down. That is, if you do something bad to others, you will someday be a victim too. Also, if you do something good, sometime, somehow, you will receive the payback. It can be said the "system" retaliate against you. You do good, it does good back to you. vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of retaliation can also be observed in the economic world. For every policies adopted by policy makers in a certain countries, they have to really consider the possibility of retaliation from other countries and the extent of damage posed by retaliation policies.&lt;br /&gt;For example, in a modern, globalisedera, a free trade system may fail in giving the expected benefits if one country impose a protectionism measure,i.e. limiting its import/ purchase of another countries' produced goods &amp;amp; services in order to boost domestic sale, thus benefiting local producers. This can be achieved by giving subsidy to local producers to lower their cost of production or impose tax or quota measure to imported goods, so that the overall effect is thatdomestic goods gain competitive advantage in price compared to imported goods, hence stimulate consumers to buy locally produced goods.The implementation of such policies may lead to retaliation from other countries, probably by imposing similar measures, maybe in bigger scale (bigger subsidy or bigger tax for imported goods), which may lead to price war.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, though, everybody loses out. The government needs to fork out a lot of money to fund the enormous amount of subsidy given to local producers, producers and consumers confused out by price uncertainty and instability, principle of comparative advantage no longer apply to give maximum benefit, and so on. And ta daa... economic war. price war. global economy is screwed up. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of war, there are obvious examples in the world nowadays. Countries wage war against each other. Cold wars, Hot wars, "Just" wars, "Holy" wars. cyber war, technological war.&lt;br /&gt;Need some more specific examples? There are lots and lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civil war, racial riots. in many countries. Genocides. the holocaust. The Nazi exterminated the Jews in Germany underHitler's regime. The Hutu vs the Tutsi in Rwanda. The Sinhalese vs the Tamil Tigers in sri Lanka. and many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Middle East, continuous ongoing wars. The Israelites vs the Palestinian. The war in Afghanistan,Iran , Kuwait and Iraq. Plus the US vs Iraq war, which is actually rather like personal war between Saddam Hussein vs George W. Bush, both very proud personas, but involving enormous "collateral damages".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then despite all the chaos, there are some who want to add chaos. There are jihadis radical groups that really hate Americans. All Americans plus the Caucasians, Europeans. and the Australians and New Zealanders, as long as they are white. Then theydistort the teachings of their religion to justify their needs for war, explosion and bloodshed.They think: "Americans declare war against my country and make my people suffer, so we also declare war against them,by hijacking airplanes and crash them into office buildings, or by recruiting and radicalising (brainwashing) youths as suicide bombers, so that we show them that we can also make their people suffer. HAH! They bomb hotels, restaurants, Bali, Mumbai, trains in England, Madrid, and many many more. But then, do they realise, that because of their foolish act, a lot of their people, of their very race and religion, spread out in many countries, face prejudice and discrimination?Do they realise that they themselves make people suffer? They make their religion seems so bad in the world's eyes?Bravo, I say. Very wise of them. scoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's more, oh, nuclear war. It's cool, nuclear science. He build nuclear, I also build nuclear. Stronger ones, you see. They send people to moon, I also send people to moon. Spend lots of money to buy rocket, buy fuel, buy suits and other equipments, despite millions of people in my country die everyday due to starvation, poor hygiene, lack of access to clean water, poor healthcare, and so on. Great, I say. Commendable policy. what a show off. And North Korea, trying to show who got power here. Make missiles, fire missiles, test here and there, now and then. Fireworks. Childplay. You know, those who play with fire risked themselves of getting burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And furthermore, in the cyber world, people mock one another, scam here and there, steal your money, throw nasty comments, put false,misleading information, cybercrime, sex predators, cyber bullying, post scandalous photos, create some public uproars, yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world nowadays. Is just full of ****. (fill in yourself). sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. Some people pointed out that everyone is the loser in war. If so, why people still going to war? Because of greed,there is one. Another reason, pride and glory. yeah. and then, the need to retaliate, even if you dont really need it. Why? paranoia, some may say. But  I think it is more because of insecurity. Admit it, we all have some insecurities, deep inside ourheart and mind. And those insecurities make us feel offended when we actually don't need to be, and once you feel offended,you get hurt, irritated, and then you want, or you feel like you need to retaliate. You want vengeance. then you can feel good about yourself again. pretty complicated, huh, the psychology of human mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say we have evolved from our long long time ago ancestors,the ancient first human civilisation where they say people have not really been civilised yet. They kill here, kill there,tribal war, fight here and there for niche, territory, women, slave, for this and that. And the vikings, the feared barbars who are basically cold blooded fighters, who enjoy wars and see blood poured out and bodies mutilated. and the pirates, kill here and there, fight for treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we, the nowadays generation, really different from them, then? Do we still enjoy war? Do we still fight for greed, pride and glory? Are we happy to see our 'enemies' suffer, albeit they are also human beings like us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Love thy neighbours."&lt;br /&gt;WHo is your neighbours, then?um... let me think first. um... difficult question.&lt;br /&gt;Who is your enemies? EASY! A lot! the black, the different religions, the immigrants, the ugly betty, the nerdy geeky dork, the suspicious, scary looking man over there, can't stand how they look, the talkative old lady there, the annoying beggars, the people with Lamborghini here, he mustbe a corruptor, the woman who buys that envied designer bag that i constantly kept my eyes on, even the brother who got bigger inheritance than me. It's surprising that making enemies is sooo easy, especially with all that prejudice and stereotype inside our minds, the mindset of many, so many it is viewed as a 'norm'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to retaliation.In the psychology of the 'awesome' human mind, the desire to retaliate is inevitably present. Simply put, a person who has been mistreated may bear a grudge, and possibly take revenge.However, the case in reality is more complicated and it depends on a lot more things, such asthe level of tolerance and the inherent personality, and also the situation.For example, if some thugs decided to attack you, there is a possibility that you will attack back,even though you are a very civilised, sensible man, and a law abiding citizen, especially if the attackers put the lives of your loved ones at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in other case, a person may not carry out the desire to retaliate. For example, if a boss scolds his employee using inapproprate, very dirty words, rude and coarse languages, chances are the employee feels very badly hurt deep inside. He may or may not hate his boss (he may think that his boss was not thinking clearly at that time, possibly drunk or stressed up). But it is less likely thatthis employer will take revenge by torturing, killing, and/or mutilating the boss by using all thebloodiest means like the characters in psycho movies do.The reason: why? Some may say that it is because the boss possess a higher level of authority and theman actually fears him, but we should not overlook this part: Human beings have certain level of tolerance. And we are endowed with judgement, unlike the particles, atoms and molecules in chemistry, unlike the objects in physics, even unlike the animals. (try poking a dog, chances are it will growl, bark or bite you.) So, the employee may want to retaliate, but his judgement say it is inappropriate to kill somebody justbased on hatred alone. (if not, a lot of people may be dead already, if you catch my drift ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the innate desire to retaliate still persists in human minds.For example, teenagers tend to be more rebellious if their parents are exceedingly over protective, out of the desire to pursue freedom. Similarly, protesters in countries retaliate against an oppressive government. And then,  a person who is consistently being bullied  (especially since a very young age) over a long period of time may turns out to be a bully himself later on, or , develop a sense of bitterness towardslife, and society as a whole. (Recall the cases of Sweeney Todd and the Phantom of the Opera; the extraordinary ways that they employin order to retaliate to how society treated them beforehand. So people, be careful of how you treat people unlessyou want to be the target of vicious cold-blooded serial murderers ;) and remember the six merry murderesses from Chicago the movie, how ordinary women turn into extraordinary murderesses given the circumstances they are in. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it is sometimes deemed wrong according to some religious/moral/ethic conducts to plot a revenge, (and some said we should forgive and forget, give the other cheek, yada yada), it is undeniably human's inherent nature to retaliate against his aggressors. It is the notion of survival. (and anyway, human is classified inside the kingdom animalia, so don't think it is impossible for civilised, modern men to still have some primal instincts in their minds.)&lt;br /&gt;And system that favours stability will want to oppose changes, thus the retaliation process against any external influence. Moreover, the principle of retaliation may be vital in today's world heightened level of competition. I mean, people should adapt to changes, rather than standing still and watch what's happening around them, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, retaliation is inevitable. and revenge is sweet. mmm...Thus, in the future, when people fight, the magic word applied may no longer be "sorry"it may be "retaliate". " fight back." *shiver*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes: He had it coming 2x, he took a flower in its prime&lt;br /&gt;               And if he used it and he abused it&lt;br /&gt;               It was a murder but not a crime&lt;br /&gt;               They had it coming 2x they had it coming all time along&lt;br /&gt;               I did not do it, but if I'd done it&lt;br /&gt;               How could you tell me that I was wrong?   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                    -Velma Kelly cs, Chicago-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Where is the love?    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                      -Black Eyed Peas-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I will have vengeance!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      -Sweeney Todd, Epiphany-&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;               The world shows no compassion to me!&lt;br /&gt;                             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href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/retaliation.html' title='Retaliation'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-4382395209729912185</id><published>2009-08-02T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:49:23.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Ranting Randomly XP</title><content type='html'>Once at a time...&lt;br /&gt;A thought came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to pour it into a nice, flowing prose&lt;br /&gt;But the idea could not flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to arrange some words into poem,&lt;br /&gt;but it did not turn out to be a poem.&lt;br /&gt;It was not really music to the ear,&lt;br /&gt;more likely laxative to your rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave up&lt;br /&gt;I know I am incapable of constructing something good&lt;br /&gt;I think this may look like a piece of crap&lt;br /&gt;But, WTH, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder&lt;br /&gt;Some ppl may think this is totally a sh*tload,&lt;br /&gt;some ppl may see this as a beauty&lt;br /&gt;So I reveal my thoughts to the cyberworld...&lt;br /&gt;Like it is, this is what I was thinking of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I live in a palace&lt;br /&gt;There are monsters dwelling on the top of the tower&lt;br /&gt;We should not dare to disturb,&lt;br /&gt;Even worse try to displace them from their throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monsters are too powerful to be killed&lt;br /&gt;And one is more noble to play safe and to avoid&lt;br /&gt;Than to invoke their anger , endanger everyone's lives&lt;br /&gt;To take sword and fight, may be unwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monsters are sometimes 'good' , they dont always bite&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they pretend to be harmless&lt;br /&gt;But really, they are full of might&lt;br /&gt;They are so cruel and so ruthless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly outsiders seldom know their existence&lt;br /&gt;They think there is no threat for the insiders&lt;br /&gt;Seldom they know our plight of despair&lt;br /&gt;Under destitution from those monsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far they are able to kick out knights&lt;br /&gt;Who fight rigorously for the people's rights&lt;br /&gt;Regime still rules with iron hands&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken spell looms above our lands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People wondering when will they be free&lt;br /&gt;The time will come eventually&lt;br /&gt;To get out from this misery&lt;br /&gt;And live life the way we want it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I secretly wish that someday I will be the knight&lt;br /&gt;who is brave enough to put up a good fight&lt;br /&gt;to slay those monsters and claim the victory&lt;br /&gt;to free the people and put out their misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a hero who never fail&lt;br /&gt;who fight with courage, with strength and power&lt;br /&gt;who make way for truth to prevail&lt;br /&gt;to keep them safe, and free from suffer"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-4382395209729912185?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4382395209729912185/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=4382395209729912185' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/4382395209729912185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/4382395209729912185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-ranting-randomly-xp.html' title='I Am Ranting Randomly XP'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-2861257413327242523</id><published>2009-04-16T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:50:54.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recession'/><title type='text'>Moneyless (a month ago)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being moneyless is not as bad as i thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last few weeks, I was moneyless, pennyless, dollarless, whatever you call it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and in this world, moneyless=hopeless. (but money is not equal to hope?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So hopeless i was that i became really really dependent on my friends, that without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;their help, i am surely dead by now.I borrowed money from them to pay for class fund and other s***.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I depended on them as my niche (its true, basically they fed me)and in my hopeless days, i learnt to become more thick-skinned (do i mention that i am very thick-skinned already? take it literally-yes, i have lots of fats beneath my skin, and figuratively)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I learnt to ask, ask and ask for more, and I shall receive. and it really requires a lot of courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i cursed my fate of being poor (and of course, the economic system where you cant live without money but i dont blame my parents) and i dreamily counted days to the D-day. FYI, D-day means the day that i was granted with money from "above".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dreamt of "all the things i could do...if i have a little money..."thanks, ABBA. yes, rich men own the world, and im just hanging there, trying not to fall to the bottomless pit of hell of poverty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds very sad, surviving without money. And during this time, I really really understand the frustration behind the song "money3x" by ABBA&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of being ridiculously rich, so rich that i use moneyto wipe my a**.("duitnya bisa buat cebok :p")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened to Darwin's theory "survival of the fittest"?it may as well become survival of the richest. I envy the richer ones whose lives seem so happy, as money in this world equals to power and yeah, sometimes money can buy happiness.For example, if going to the cinema with your friends make you happy, then you cannot get happiness without money, unless somebody is very rich and very generous to give you money anytime, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when i said i envy the riches, i did not say i hate them.because not all riches gain at the expense of the poor.some really care and willing to go to the extra miles to help the poor.example: my friends who give me food, pay taxi fare, share laundry loads...etc.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I dont want to be too dependent because nice people like them are not always around, how am i going to survive then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, i envy them. They can get what they want, without worrying if they cannot afford that thing. They also have no guilt to purchase things that catch their eye. Not like poor people, who constantly tell themselves: "no, you cannot afford that strawberry unless you want to starve next week to compensate. buy apple. the cheap ones; no, dont buy the cereal that carries health claims. they're too expensive. eat cheap biscuit or cook instant noodle, or better still: ask your friends to give you food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being poor, i think i become fatter because of all the cheap junk food, yet my wallet is getting skinnier and skinnier. (kanker: kantong kering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, the money has come. we shall rejoice, yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, no, it does not solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i have money, i have to think hard.&lt;br /&gt;i have to repay people for their kindness.&lt;br /&gt;i have to return money to whoever i owe.&lt;br /&gt;now that my landlord/landlady know i have money, bill started to come like a flock of water buffalo running from a group of hungry lionness. towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. when i was moneyless, i just face everything with a  big, innocent smile and say " sorry, i have no money" when required.&lt;br /&gt;now that i have money,  when people ask me to pay, i have to open my wallet reluctantly and kiss the notes goodbye (man, their lives in my money were really short!)&lt;br /&gt;and since my money was gone to pay debts, i am back in my moneyless state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, my status here does not grant me any scheme for financial aid or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;i may call this situation "discrimination", but im afraid i will get a slap in the face, kick in the butt, whipped, caned, etc (shiverrr...) and called "ungrateful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. life is never fair. gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some may ask " ask your parents for money lah..."&lt;br /&gt;but that indicates they dont know my parents. my parents are already struggling to keep their head above water, therefore i cannot afford to pull them down and let them drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, being moneyless is not as bad as i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because previously i thought being moneyless equals to daily lamenting session, and scraping plates, not letting any single grain of rice wasted, and carrying metal detector around, hoping to find some loose money abandoned by the owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but actually, in fact, being moneyless means no need to carry my wallet everywhere because there is no use anyway, and testing how good and genuine are your friends.&lt;br /&gt;although they may not understand your current situation, at least they do not shoo you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, there are many things that money cannot buy. therefore, being moneyless does not mean the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-2861257413327242523?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2861257413327242523/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=2861257413327242523' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/2861257413327242523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/2861257413327242523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/moneyless-month-ago.html' title='Moneyless (a month ago)'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-7669492874992136403</id><published>2009-03-07T15:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:56:12.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Study, School, Stress, Suicide</title><content type='html'>Dear my non-Indonesian friends, if you somehow arrive at my blog page, Im really really sorry that I don't use English. Not that I do not want to practise using English, but somehow I feel I can speak more fluently using Indons. (short form of Indonesian Language, aka bahasa Indonesia)&lt;br /&gt;Not that I discriminate you all, but I just feel uncomfortable if the whole world can read and understand what I write, thus will know how stupid, shallow and superficial I am. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case lo orang gak tau, baru2 ini ada pelajar Indo yg nusuk profesornya dari belakang trus bunuh diri. Stres berat kali ya, ni orang?! Kayaknya sih iya. Klo gak ngapain dia begitu? Mau masuk koran? Nggak banget deh. Tapi emang iya sih, disini , terutama dunia pendidikannya, stressful abis!!! Gw aja uda stress banget!!! (dan gw baru JC) apalagi yg udah UNI!!!! Kata senior aja mereka stress abis... sibuksibuksibuk!!! Huh...gak kebayang gimana jadinya hidup gw nanti :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaknya, sistem pendidikan sini, yg sering dipuja2 oleh bnyk orang, termasuk ortu gw, masih rada jauh dari sempurna. tampaknya kita semua dituntut menjadi Type A personality... bahasa Singlishnya--KIASU. Masalahnya gw ini type M/N. (tuh jauh bener kan dari A, Z aja masih lebih deket...kalo ditaro di lingkaran...) Sejujurnya gw ngiri loh sama temen2 gw yg type A. Mereka gede banget motivasinya buat belajar. Rasanya gatel kalo gak belajar. Mereka bisa ngeset biological clocknya buat tidur malem untuk belajar, bangun pagi trus belajar, dan gak tidur dan mendengarkan dengan penuh perhatian di kelas. Sedangkan gw... kehilangan interest untuk belajar. apalagi ORGANIC CHEMISTRY yg super b*******ek!!! apaan tuh banyak banget bahannya hapalan semua!!! dan guru gw dgn entengnya bilang "ah...memory work memory work..." dikira ngapal itu gampang?! knapa ga kasih aja smth yg gampang dimengerti dan ga usa diapal?!huh!!! Trus udah gitu gw ini... kalo pagi, baru bangun, masih terlalu ngantuk untuk belajar. Malem, kalo maen games seger, giliran buka buku ketiduran. Di sekolah, tidur di kelas mulu. HUH... despo deh gw... makanya STRESS nih, STRESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selaen sekolah yg rasanya 24/7 begini, masih banyak hal yg bisa bikin pelajar2 seperti gw ga bisa hidup dengan layak dan bahagia. Banyak orang2 di sekitar, orang yg kita kira 'temen' tapi sebenarnya nambahin beban hidup. Contohnya, tetangga yg ga seneng denger suara orang ngobrol, suara orang telpon sama bokap, dan suara orang nyanyi, which is dengan kata laen mengambil besi panas dan ngecap di muka kita" ANNOYING", "NUISANCE", etc. dan tetangga ini sepertinya merasa dirinya amat superior, dan the rest inferior, dan kalo ada potential saingan bakal dilenyapkan dalam tempo yg sesingkat-singkatnya (contohnya dengan membuat pengaduan kalo gw ini makhluk yg berbahaya, karena gw mengeluarkan gelombang longitudinal dalam bentuk energi bunyi/suara) Tetangga ini juga membuat pengaduan tentang tetangga2 gw yg laen. Sepertinya tetangga cantik ini alergi suara. Jadi mungkin lebih baik kalo tetangga yg cantik dan pintar dan rajin ini tinggal di kuburan. Pas jadi kuntilanak, karena dia cantik, dibandingkan gw yg hitam kayak dakocan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selaen tetangga, banyak masalah laen yg bisa bikin orang stres. Misalnya status gw sebagai "Betty La Fea". You know, telenovela itu yg ceweknya jelek dan jadi bahan olokan karena dia jelek, intinya mistreated gtu d. This is why kadang2 gw merasa sebel sama bonyok gw. knp mereka ngasi gen/kromosom/DNA yg jelek2 bwt gw, tapi adek gw dapet yg bagus2nya? tidak adil!!! Bandingkan gw: muka jelek, bodi bobrok, type N personality, psikomotorik korslet, hardly any talent, metabolisme superlelet, temperamen kacau, kecenderungan psikopat, dst dst   dengan adek gw: cantik, imut, putih, attractive, hourglass body, banyak temen, gaul, disenengin orang, type A personality, musically talented, rajin, jago komputer, top student, wah wah wah wah wah...&lt;br /&gt;Gak adil kan? Yah...namanya juga hidup. Huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;Ini baru adek gw. Belon temen2 gw. Mereka jauh lebih cantik, pintar, atletis...blahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;Dan orang2 seperti mereka lah yg dianggep di lingkaran hidup (di sekolah, lingkungan pertemanan...yah gitulah. jangan harap orang kayak gw didengerin. kan gw ini the ultimate member of kacang mahal club...:p)&lt;br /&gt;Intinya, this is an inferno for the inferiors. Kalo lo gak outstanding, you may as well be seperti rumput yg terus diinjak, dan goyangan lo diatur oleh angin. Let the other flowers bloom, and your job is just to support them. Dan karena kata orang (terutama nyokap gw) "penampilan itu penting!!!", jadi lah orang2 yg tidak good looking seperti gw menjadi kacang mahal. Iya sih, people often judge the book  by its cover. and by the first few sentences. padahal siapa tau penulisnya masih kagok pas nulis beberapa kata pertama, tapi sebenarnya buku itu benar2 berbobot. tapi karena covernya jelek, kata2 pertamanya membosankan, jadilah buku itu "alternatif kayu bakar" hehehe :p ngelanturnya jauh amat gw&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya, intinya, jadi orang2 outcast itu bener2 stressful.&lt;br /&gt; And stress may lead to suicide. (and the whole world singing "we'll make you suicidal, suicidal..." in my ears. nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penderitaan orang ga cuma berhenti sampe disitu. Hari ini gw melihat poster yg tulisannya "KUDA AJA BERNAPAS". Tapi beberapa manusia ga bisa napas. Either dikejar2 tugas/dikejar2 bos, ato dikejar2 masalah yg laen, ato digencet sampe sesek banget. Contohnya, temen2 gw ada yg emang darisononya outgoing, alias seneng jalan2 keluar (lawan katanya: anak rumahan)&lt;br /&gt;Trus hostel gw curfewnya kejam abis. jam 6 kecuali sabtu. jadi ga ada hidup selain sekolah, cca, balik hostel. ga bisa kluar2. amit2. beberapa orang diiket kaya gini masi bisa napas. beberapa orang nggak. trus mereka mengeluh "dok, saya susah napas nih. kok kayaknya saya gak bisa hidup tenang ya? kalo orang2 biasa takut sama jam 12 malem karena setan katanya suka keluar, saya takut sama jam 6 tuh, soalnya kebebasan saya terampas sudah..."&lt;br /&gt;trus dokter ga bisa ngasi resep apa2 kecuali "lo kabur aja deh"&lt;br /&gt;tapi, masalahnya yg mengejutkan dari orang ini, nyokapnya malah seneng anaknya hidup di balik jeruji besi. denger2, nyokapnya sengaja memasukkan anaknya ke tempat yg dikira "API PENYUCIAN" supaya anaknya jadi bersih dan suci, padahal mungkin tanpa sadar dia telah memasukkan anaknya ke dalam "API BARBEQUE" dimana anaknya berubah dari daging yg juicy, jadi tender, trus keras, trus angus/gosong. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;bingung deh gw. gw pikir ortu bakal seneng ngeliat anaknya bahagia, bebas seperti burung di angkasa. (of course, mereka masih bisa tarik ulur benangnya, kayak layang2) Tapi orangtua yg seneng ngeliat anaknya tidak bisa hidup dengan layak... duh , ga habis pikir gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gw ga bisa mikirin cuma soal itu doang dong. Ada isu yg besar. Amat besar. Besar....banget.&lt;br /&gt;Iya basi sih kedengerannya, cuma apalagi kalo bukan: RESESI EKONOMI!!!&lt;br /&gt;jreng jreng....ini emang nyesekin banget nih. nyesekin hati, nyesekin pinggang (tighten the belt), nyesekin napas, nyesekin kantong (iyenih kita pada kena kanker, kantong kering!!!)&lt;br /&gt;menurut guru ekonomi gw, pemerintah sini mengurangi pajak pendapatan, demi membahagiakan rakyat Singapura, dan menambah pajak barang2 (aka GST, Goods and Services Tax). Nah, gak adilnya, gw gak kena untungnya, (gw ga punya income, sedihnya...) tapi kena ruginya banget!!! Barang2 mahal!!! Masalahnya rada mustahil hidup tanpa membeli barang. Contohnya, bayar uang sekolah, lunch, beli buah di supermarket, beli kopi supaya bisa bangun dan be hadiah buat temen2 yg ultah, fotokopi notes,blah blah blah... gimana gw gak jatuh miskin?!?!?! Kalo udah miskin, gimana ga stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanya, jadilah gw hancyur lebyur begini...hiks hiks hiks. Untung gw masih punya iman (walaupun gak kuat2 amat...) setidaknya gw belum putus asa trus bunuh diri.&lt;br /&gt;jadi sementara ini, gw hanya bisa memandang iri kepada temen2 gw yg tampaknya punya segalanya : good looking, pintar, berduit...wahwahwah...senangnya. mau apapun, tinggal beli. dan gak usah merasa bersalah sesudahnya.&lt;br /&gt;mungkin gw harus lebih banyak memberi. biar sekalian gw ga usah punya apa2. jadi gak stress. gak punya duit kan artinya gak perlu ngitung. dan begitu bendahara gw minta duit iuran kelas, gw bisa melemparkan senyum, pasang tampang bloon dan bilang dengan entengnya: "apa? 20 dolar? gw cuma ada 20 sen nih...gak pa pa ya....soalnya gw bener2 gak punya duit nih!!! ya udah...gw ga usah dibeliin catetan aja...gapapa kok pelajaran gw fail...trus scholarship gw dicabut... beneran!!! gak pa pa!!! gw bahagia kok!!! habis ini gw mau ngerampok makanan di kantin, naek ke lantai lima trus lompat aja! kan gampang!!! hehehe.....:p  cihuuuuuyyyyyy!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siapa mau ikut? &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-7669492874992136403?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7669492874992136403/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=7669492874992136403' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/7669492874992136403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/7669492874992136403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/study-school-stress-suicide.html' title='Study, School, Stress, Suicide'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-5097770829192448058</id><published>2009-02-10T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:37:21.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random. (i dunno why i feel like using english)</title><content type='html'>Not so recently (probably the beginning of the year) there was a rumour about Oprah Winfrey, who gains weight. I think that news is a bit exaggerated, though. I dont know about Oprah, nor watch her shows, but I sympathise for her.&lt;br /&gt;Please correct me if I'm wrong, but don't curse me if you do not agree with my way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;In my way of thinking: Oprah gains weight. So what? She is still the famous Oprah Winfrey. She is still the host of the famous talk show. So what if she gains weight? She can still talk, she can still give words of encouragement, she can still entertain public...&lt;br /&gt;So why do people really give a damn about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still many things to talk about, if you think the world is running out of juicy stuffs to be served hot.&lt;br /&gt;Though it sounds cliche, there are still many wars, especially in the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;There is a big, monstrous, scary issue of global financial recession (which is about to kill me soon ToT)&lt;br /&gt;There is an inconvenient truth about global warming&lt;br /&gt;and the terrorism issue and the haunting rate of crime in the society (you can go to school alive and healthy then go home with knowledge and bullets inside your head)&lt;br /&gt;and many many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet I wonder why Oprah's weight is such a big deal (sorry, no offense)&lt;br /&gt;I mean, global warming is still a problem regardless of her weight&lt;br /&gt;her weight gain does not worsen or alleviate the problem of global recession&lt;br /&gt;the wars will not stop if she loses or gains some more pounds&lt;br /&gt;et cetera......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I wonder why somebody's weight is such a big deal&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we should see Oprah as what she is, not what she looks like&lt;br /&gt;no matter how pretty or ugly she is, she is still Oprah&lt;br /&gt;for some, she is an inspiration&lt;br /&gt;for some, a role model&lt;br /&gt;for some, an entertainer, a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like...lets say my mother&lt;br /&gt;whether she is black or white&lt;br /&gt;whether she is fat or skinny&lt;br /&gt;whether she is curly or straight&lt;br /&gt;whatever she chooses to wear; D&amp;amp;G or brandless clothes&lt;br /&gt;she is still the woman i know&lt;br /&gt;the woman who give birth to me, and nurture me (and my sis, of course)&lt;br /&gt;for my dad, she is still a wife&lt;br /&gt;for her boss, she is still an employee&lt;br /&gt;even if she gains/loses some pounds, that does not change these facts, ceteris paribus&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i dont care, she is still who she is as a person, and do not let the scale be the judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why is the fuss with Oprah's physical appearance? it does not change what is in the inside&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;the media may terrorise her and put sooo much pressure to her&lt;br /&gt;the stress she experienced may create a greenhouse effect on her body/mind&lt;br /&gt;the critics she faced may pierces like bullets through her brain&lt;br /&gt;and all these tension imposed may make her goes into war with herself&lt;br /&gt;and thus, creating recession in her life&lt;br /&gt;yeah. that may be incoherent, that may not necessarily be true, but still...&lt;br /&gt;come on... this is so unfair...give her a break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. we all need a break&lt;br /&gt;tell that to the terrorists&lt;br /&gt;tell that to the supporters of war&lt;br /&gt;tell that to those who speculate with stock market or whatever the economic terms&lt;br /&gt;tell that to those who gain when the others suffer&lt;br /&gt;tell that to the unrepentant culprits of environmental degradation (hey, thats ourselves. so sad)&lt;br /&gt;we need a break. we want to experience "what a wonderful world"&lt;br /&gt;we want to see the realisation of promises&lt;br /&gt;we want to see our dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;we want peace&lt;br /&gt;peace with ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;peace with Mother Nature,&lt;br /&gt;and peace with other human kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise if anyone feels offended by this post&lt;br /&gt;i did not mean to offend anyone&lt;br /&gt;(random)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-5097770829192448058?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5097770829192448058/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=5097770829192448058' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/5097770829192448058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/5097770829192448058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-i-dunno-why-i-feel-like-using.html' title='Random. (i dunno why i feel like using english)'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-2302561907695695977</id><published>2008-12-04T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:10:23.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday season'/><title type='text'>Early Christmas</title><content type='html'>Sejak bulan November, suasana Natal di sini udah terasa banget. Kayak mal2 udah masang pohon natal dan hiasan2 berbau natal, toko2 uda mengumbar diskon, special christmas lah...trus uda banyak yg jualan ornamen2, kartu, kado dan parsel buat natal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begitulah...cara orang mencari duit...menarik pembeli dan blah blah blah...seperti yg ditulis di koran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah...waktu itu...suatu hari yg mendung dan kelabu...gw pergi ke salah satu supermarket.trus di dalemnya berkumandanglah lagu2 natal. gw sih enjoy2 aja pas lagunya enak. pas ga enak, gw pura2 gak denger. hehehe. gak nyambung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pokoknya ada satu lagu yg begini " i wanna wish you a merry christmas 3x from the bottom of my heart..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kok gw bisa inget? iya soalnya waktu lagu itu mengalun, hohoho, gw lagi meringis ngis ngis.&lt;br /&gt;gw bukannya lagi sakit perut, trus kebetulan lagi gak keinjek sama orang dan gak ketabrak sama troli orang. tapi gw meringis ngelihat harga yg melambung ke angkasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw lagu " fly me to the moon" sama  "come fly with me" itu super super super enak. love them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iye. harga naek. sedangkan uang saku dari pemerintah segitu2 aja, tetep inhumane. maksudnya kurang bisa menikmati hidup dengan jumlah SEGITU DOANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus gw pikir : gimana gw bisa menikmati the merryness of the christmas kalo gw bokek sebelum christmas? hancurlah harapan gw untuk mencari hadiah natal bwt bonyok n ade gw.&lt;br /&gt;hiks hiks hiks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus gimana gw bisa merry kalo gw bisa meraba the bottom of my pocket alias the bottom of my bank account. you know what i mean. BANGKRUT!!! BOKEK!!! BROKE!!! NO MONEY!!! TAK ADA WANG!!! MEI YOU CHIEN!!! (maaph ya gw ga bisa bahasa mandarin jadi spellingnya salah banget kali, hehehe :p, setidaknya gw mencoba menjadi multilingual  &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus gw membayangkan adegan2 di cerita/film2 klasik.&lt;br /&gt;yg di eropa, ada salju, trus ada anak miskin yg luntang lantung di jalan pas christmast eve (entah kenapa "malam natal" efeknya kurang nonjok daripada bhs inggrisnya)&lt;br /&gt;trus anak itu ngiler melihat suatu rumah yg bercahaya terang, berbau lezat, terdengar lagu dan ketawa anak2 dan suara orang2 ngobrol&lt;br /&gt;(anyway, gw ga bisa ngebayangin gimana bisa cium bau yg lezat kalo bau sup campur bau kalkun panggang dicampur bau wine/minuman beralkohol campur bau kue campur bau coklat dan campur bau2 hidangan laennya...., simply yaik.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my point is... kasihan. tokoh2 kayak gitu kayaknya rada tipikal deh, rada klise. Dan segitu klisenya karena udah sering terjadi di dunia nyata, walaupun gak selalu di negara yg bersalju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan seseorang gak harus menjadi benar2 miskin, gak punya apa2 , kelaparan  dan kedinginan   just to feel the tinge of jealousy terhadap orang lain yg lebih... (lanjutin sendiri deh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contohnya gw yg miskin tapi gak parah2 amat sampe harus jualan koran ato korek api.&lt;br /&gt;gw ngiler kalo merhatiin orang2 di mana2 yg kalo nemu barang yg disuka bisa langsung dibeli, tanpa merasa bersalah. gw ngiri juga sama orang2 yg belanja sampe trolinya penuh di supermarket. gw, menuhin satu keranjang(basket) aja udah ngerasa berdosa (maaf ye, bonyok, gw menghabiskan hasil keringat dan banting tulangmu) trus gw ngiri sama orang2 yg di orchard road ato di mrt nenteng2 banyak belanjaan. kok duit mereka banyak banget ya? apa gak abis tuh ya? kok enak ya? kok dunia nggak adil ya? apa kalo kita hidup di mars trus bisa jadi adil gitu? arrrrggghhhh.... gw mulai ngaco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my life. welcome to the world of capitalism (bukan berarti gw mendukung sosialisme loh!!! di dunia ini kan ga ada perfect system)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;survival of the richest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(um...gw "mati" dulu yah...ntar kalo gw udah kaya gw bangkit lagi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-2302561907695695977?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2302561907695695977/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=2302561907695695977' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/2302561907695695977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/2302561907695695977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2008/12/early-christmas.html' title='Early Christmas'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-3963402725863342140</id><published>2008-11-30T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:22:11.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku ingin pulang</title><content type='html'>Aduh nyebelin. rupiah tambah jeblok. harga barang makin mahal. bete deh. aku semakin bokek. but who cares? pemerintah? cuih cuih cuih. orang kaya? cuih cuih cuih. paling cuma bonyok gw. soalnya mereka mata air, salah, mata duit gw. huehehe. malangnya nasibku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemaren ini gw ke batam. temen2 singaporean gw pada jadi gila. belanja serba super murah!!! malah bisa setengah harga gitu. duh...ngiri deh. coba bonyok gw kaya. gw bisa kipas2 deh trus syoping. trus nonton teater. trus nyetir sportscar. trus berenang di private swimming pool. trus naek pesawat keliling dunia.hahaha. ngimpi kali yee. kayak ga ada hal yg lebi penting aja didunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw pengen pulang ke rumah gw yg suoer kecil mungil dan um...rada sumpek. tapi...what's the point living in a mansion kalo mau  ketemu adek aja harus jalan 5 menit, nyari2 di berpuluh2 ruangan. trus kalomasuk ato keluar rumah harus melewati 5 gerbang besi dan 10 kunci kombinasi dan dilengkapi alarm pencuri dan CCTV dimana2? kayak penjara aja. trus kemana2 harus bawa bodyguard, takut akan keselamatan diri (kan tipikal orang kaya begitu) kok privacynya kurang gitu ya. apalagi kalo bodyguardnya mukanya serem gitu, badannya tinggi gede, suaranya besar dan dalam, trus kalo kentut....gwnya pingsan. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada pepatah bilang: sejauh-jauh bangau terbang pasti kembali ke sarangnya. walaupun gw pergi ke suatu tempat yg enak pun, bakal ada saat2 dimana gw rindu pulang ke rumah (cieile...)&lt;br /&gt;kenapa ya? mungkin rumah itu satu2nya tempat dimana kita feel belong, feel most comfortable and we have nothing to hide. (ehm ehm... di rumah belang gw keluar semua...contoh: mendominasi kamar mandi, nonton sambil angkat kaki, makan pake tangan, minum susu straight from the karton, ngupil terang2an... hehehe jadi malu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, ga semua orang feel at home di rumah mereka sendiri. gw bersyukur saja keluarga gw aman damai tenteram dan gak disfungsional. bonyok gw ga pernah berantem, soalnya mereka ngalah sama gw dan ade gw yg mau berantem (iya dong, ringnya dipake ama gw dan ade gw. trus kita perlu orang buat jadi juri sama buat bawa papan ronde, trus glovenya cuma dua pasang.) kyknya gw lebi banyak terbuka matanya dengan keberadaan keluarga disfungsional di singapur. di koran juga banyak bilang; tingkat perceraian makin tinggi. ada bonyok yg suka berantem di rumah, ada jg yg sibuk sendiri sampe jarang keliatan di rumah, jadilah anaknya males di rumah trus jadi maen2 di skul, maen2 di rumah temen, maen2 di mal, di jalan, blah blah blah. trus seek comfort in worldly things like computer (internet), TV, dan amit2 alkohol, rokok, drugs and free sex. duh duh duh. hancurnya dunia. hiks hiks hiks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya. melenceng dari topik. akhir2 ini gw banyak menonton film perang. keren2 sih, walaupun gw jd meringis-ringis sadis. habis kasian sih. banyak yg mati, banyak yg cedera, banyak yg trauma. ada yg selamat tapi kehilangan anggota tubuh. trus mau ngapa2in jadi susah. kasihan. kayaknya semua orang udah tau perang itu sadis kejam dan tidak berperikemanusiaan. tapi kok masih banyak aja yg mau perang, mendukung perang dan ikut perang ya? (pak obama, cepatlah hentikan perang tuh...) tapi gausa jauh2 ke irak, di indo jg banyak perang. mungkin mereka ga pernah nonton tivi, ato tontonannya kelewat disensor sehingga gak bisa melihat betapa banyaknya darah yg tertumpah. hiii... Ato mereka pikir yg serem2 gak bakal menimpa mereka ato anggota keluarga mereka, ato orang2 yg mereka sayangi. mungkin mereka pikir hanya musuh mereka yg bisa mati, cedera parah, ato trauma sedangkan mereka bakal escape unscathed, glorious and victorious. cuih. hentikan perang dong....ngapain sih buang2 resource? daripada perang beneran mendingan perang di game. daripada tembak2an mendingan pistolnya ganti pake pistol aer. daripada bacok2an mendingan potong sayur, potong ayam ikan buat dimasak. bukannya lebih enak ya? gak ngerti deh apa yg ada di pikiran mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari natal taon ini, moga2 makin banyak orang yg berdoa dan memohon buat world peace. trus moga2 natal gak terlalu dikomersialisasi as " season of giving" (= season of shopping&amp;amp;spending. smart &amp;amp; cunning move, businessmen!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-3963402725863342140?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3963402725863342140/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=3963402725863342140' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/3963402725863342140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/3963402725863342140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2008/11/aku-ingin-pulang.html' title='aku ingin pulang'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-4356443794825574464</id><published>2008-11-11T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:50:29.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semut Nakal</title><content type='html'>Bete nih... banyak serangga di kamar gw. yg terbang, yg merayap di dinding, yg merangkak di lantai, bahkan yg kurangajar naek2 ke meja dan tempat tidur gw. Bahkan ada yg mikir ranjang gw adalah kuburan ideal bagi para serangga. Selain banyak yg mati di ranjang gw (empuk dan nyaman), ada juga yg milih mati di meja, di ember, bahkan di antara halaman buku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus yg lebih annoying lagi, ngerayap di layar laptop gw, maen tak umpet di celah2 keyboard trus mati kecapean. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serangganya ada byk macem. ada yg kyk kumbang kecil. Ada yg dinamakan bangsat. emang sesuai sih, makhluk sama namanya. Ada yg kayak laron. ukuran: kecil, sedeng, gede, s, m, l, xl. Iya, kayak baju aja. Mungkin kamar gw ini butik serangga kali ya. ato restoran serangga. Pantes bnyk cicak dateng berkunjung, dinner bareng pacarnya. menunya enak, beragam, dan... GRATIS!!! kok gw jd iklan gini sih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya. selaen mereka, kdg2 ada juga laba2. di WC ato koridor suka dateng kupu2 gede, ato belalang gede, ada juga praying mantis (belalang sembah). yg paling aneh tuh yg badannya tipis panjang, warnanya abu2 transparan kaya udang belon dimasak. jenis apa tuh ya? perasaan blom pernah lihat sebelumnya. jangan2 itu jenis baru, ato jenis langka. aku penemunya!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ngimpi kali yee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di antara serangga2 itu, yg paling banyak ya tentu saja semut. Habis gw orangnya manis, sweet, gitu deh...hehehe. Dari kecil gw benci sama semut. pokoknya musuhan!!! Dari dulu orang2 selalu memuji2 semut. Katanya semut itu makhluk yg rajin bekerja mengumpulkan makanan, suka bergotong royong, trus kalo ketemu satu sama lain saling menyapa...dll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya, dalam masyarakat semut itu udah dapet cap bagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut gw, semut itu tetap saja makhluk brengsek yg suka mengganggu. Apalagi semut merah yg pernah nggigit gw di kebun dan bikin kaki gw bengkak. semut itu sering dikira sedang "menyapa" dan "bersalaman" kalo mereka berpapasan di jalan. makanya orang bilang semut itu ramah dan sopan. padahal tradisi menyapa itu lebih kayak polisi menginterogasi tersangka. masalahnya, semua semut yg ditemui adalah tersangka. semua dicurigai, tanpa pandang bulu (emang semut punya bulu?) Pokoknya, acara menyentuhkan antena satu sama laen itu tujuannya untuk menyelidiki apakah dia teman satu sarang (satu suku) Kalo iya, lewat. kalo gak, BUNUH!!! Segitu rasis dan kejamnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus semut itu sudah ditentukan nasibnya sejak lahir. Sejak lahir dia udah digolong-golongin. Ada golongan pekerja, golongan perawat, gitu. Semut pekerja ya kerjaannya nyari makanan buat anggota koloninya. Semut perawat ya merawat yg baru lahir lah. Trus antar golongan saling cuek cuekan, ga ngebantuin satu sama laen. Ya itu kerjaan lo emang gw pikirin, ogah ye gw bantuin. Nah loh. Kejam kan. kayak dari lahir elo uda ditentuin bakal jd tukang samoah, tukang nyuci, tukang bakso yg hrs masak buat beribu2 semut di satu sarang tapi ga dibayar. Nah loh. perbudakan namanya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus ada pepatah mengatakan ada gula ada semut. Semut itu irritating abis kalo uda ngerumunin makanan kita. bukannya dia kerja keras. kita yg kerja keras, cari duit buat beli gula. ato gak pak tani yg menanam tebu, memanen dan mengolah jadi gula. semut sih tinggal ambil aja. tinggal nyolong. kan ambil punya orang laen. mana ada semut yg minta ijin dulu sebelum nyolong gula ato permen?&lt;br /&gt;nah...kerja keras dari mana?&lt;br /&gt;semut memang sekali berengsek tetap berengsek!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah...jadi anda jangan sampai tertipu tampang imutnya semut. mereka tuh ga ada imut2nya sama sekali. uda nyebelin tapi malah dicap baik. apa2an tuh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pokoknya gw benci semut. trus salah satu junior gw mendeclare: "I HATE ANTS!!!" betul sekali. setuju. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: walaupun penulis sudah pindah kamar, tetap saja banyak serangga nyebelin, termasuk semut. trus great-grandjuniornya si penulis juga banyak komplain tentang banyaknya serangga. padahal ini baru bulan n0vember-desember. tunggu aja pas musim panas, musim serangga, musim kawinnya kali ya....hahaha. rasain rasain. welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say no to semut!!! (tapi jangan semua semut dibunuh ya, nanti ekosistem dunia hancur, hehehe.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-4356443794825574464?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4356443794825574464/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=4356443794825574464' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/4356443794825574464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/4356443794825574464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2008/11/semut-nakal.html' title='Semut Nakal'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-9205536677745887997</id><published>2008-10-31T12:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:35:54.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk out loud'/><title type='text'>addition for Ministry of Sinistry blog entry</title><content type='html'>Just an addition for the blogger's last entry: Ministry of Sinistry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say to the evil Ministers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the pressure that you have exerted on innocent people,&lt;br /&gt;for all the aspect of your power that you have merrily abused,&lt;br /&gt;for whatever you do that brings adverse impact to our welfare,&lt;br /&gt;for the bitterness and the injustice,  for the sweet revenge we secretly desired,&lt;br /&gt;for laughing at our expense, cheering and partying when we cry and suffer,&lt;br /&gt;me, on the behalf of others with like mind, I'll just quote Tyra Banks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;" KISS  MY  FAT  A*S!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know its kind of stupid and it does not change anything, nor cures the past wound, but some thing justs need to be shout out loud, and let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not forgive you, but I won't forget your name.&lt;br /&gt;My name is Sweet Revenge, descendants of Sweeney Todd, I write on my friend's blog because he lets me to do so. Thank You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-9205536677745887997?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/9205536677745887997/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=9205536677745887997' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/9205536677745887997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/9205536677745887997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2008/10/addition-for-ministry-of-sinistry-blog.html' title='addition for Ministry of Sinistry blog entry'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-3787295779657129101</id><published>2008-10-24T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T04:14:46.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in prison'/><title type='text'>Ministry of Sinistry</title><content type='html'>b"Wahai kau burung dalam sangkar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sungguh nasibmu malang benar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak seorang pun ambil tahu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah bagian dari lirik sebuah lagu lama. Gw aja uda lupa2. Lupa lagunya kaya apa, lupa judulnya, lupa penyanyinya. maaf ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi bagian yg ini gw inget. knapa? bagus sih...meaningful gtu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus ada lagu sejenis gtu...lagu dari film Sweeney Todd...judulnya Green Finch and Linnet Bird, dinyanyiin sama yg jadi Joanna. Sayangnya ini bukan lagu favorit gw dibandingin lagu2 laen di film itu, jd gw ga apal. kira2 ada bagian gini nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Green finch and linnet bird... bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teach me how to sing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla bla, never take wings..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pokoknya intinya kurang lebih sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burung yg merasa murung karena terkurung di dalam sarung. menangis menggerung-gerung meraung-raung. terbang syung syung syung. jatoh: plung! plung! plung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. becanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya, siapakah yg paling bisa mengerti perasaan si burung?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaknya teman2 yg tinggal sesangkar deh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanya isi cerita kali ini lebih bisa dimengerti ama temen2 yg tinggal di sangkar gede yg sama dgn gw. bagi yg gak dari sangkar gw, silakan mencari sebuah entry di &lt;a href="http://sexinferis.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sexinferis.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; sekitar bulan agustus/sept 08, pokoknya tentang sebuah negara yg dimanipulasi oleh ministers, dimana ada minister baik dan minister jahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari entry itu anda bisa mendapatkan rough idea tentang kehidupan dalam sangkar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayangnya gw sejak lahir hidup dalam sangkar melulu...cuma sangkarnya pindah dari satu ke yang laen...situasi berubah tapi tetep dalam sangkar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. bicara tentang negara itu...negara yg diperintah oleh minister2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw kagum atas kritik cerdas dan berani dari si pembuat blog. gw ngiri sama si pembuat blog. sebut saja namanya Mr X. Mr X adalah seorang yg bebas, makanya dia  bisa bebas nulis kayak gitu, tanpa takut nyawanya terancam. Lagipula, dia adalah salah satu sumber duitnya para Ministers. Sedangkan gw, gw adalah seorang budak. dan gak cuma gw sendiri, yg tinggal di penjara ini mayoritas budak kok. lo bingung kenapa orang bebas milih tinggal di penjara? mungkin karena temen2nya dia banyak yg budak, jd dia tinggal di penjara bersama budak2 teman2nya. mungkin juga karena penjara ini deket banget sama kantor polisi. wink wink... peringatan terakhir: what you see here is not really literally what you get. Dan karena gw dan temen2 gw adalah budak, kita ini bukan sumber duit bagi para ministers. jadi wajar saja kalo kita mendapat perlakuan yg lebih buruk daripada orang2 bebas. jadi, pemirsa, ladies and gentlemen, kalo saya seolah2 menghilang dari peradaban dunia setelah saya mempost blog ini, mungkin saya sudah dipancung oleh para ministers2 itu. tapi, bagi orang2 yg tak mampu menerima kenyataan pahit dan ketidak adilan, anggap saja saya pergi ke Mars trus kehabisan bahan bakar dan kepincut Alien Mars yg ganteng, jd saya tidak balik lagi ke bumi. Saya tidak meninggalkan surat wasiat karena apalah yg saya punya selain seragam narapidana...kan saya ini budak apanya yg mau diwarisin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali kepada isu2 yg bergejolak di ministry of suasini. (disinilah disini, maksudnya) (ohya btw, ngomongin isu, kita harus irit kalo pake tisu, save trees save the world :P)&lt;br /&gt;iya, ministry2 itu kejam2 banget. walaupun mereka jarang maen fisik (emangnya tawuran?) tapi verbal abuse mereka jago banget. pokoknya kita budak2 selalu dicurigain. di penjara sini aturannya ketat banget, to the point of kita nggak ngerasa jadi manusia lagi. kita jadi kayak mesin yg diprogram untuk bekerja dan mematuhi aturan yg nyekek abis, ato jadi binatang yang punya insting untuk makan, berkumpul bersama teman sejenis, dan berusaha keluar dari kandang tapi nggak bisa. Hiks2, sedihnya. Maaf ya para volunteer yg baik, kalian tidak ada yg bisa menyelamatkan budak2 disini. Tapi kalo mau jenguk kita boleh2 aja, bawa oleh2 jgn lupa untuk meringankan beban penderitaan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aarrgh...gw ngelantur melulu. Pokoknya kita kan lagi ngomongin verbal abuse. Kadang2 some ministers mengolok2 kita atas sesuatu yg bukan dalam kontrol kita, ato sesuatu yg ga pantes diolok2. Pokoknya kurang lebih kayak mengolok2 orang kulit hitam, padahal kalo emang udah lahir kayak gitu mau diapain lagi? Atau bisa juga mengolok2 katak atas takdirnya menjadi seekor katak. Pokoknya ridiculous, tapi tetep bisa menyakitkan hati. COntohnya misalnya begini. Ada seorang gadis kecil yg berkulit putih. kemudian dia diledekin orang2 sekitarnya, termasuk para ministers. kemudian gadis kecil itu berlari ke sebuah lapangan terbuka, dan ketika hujan turun dan orang2 berlindung, dia ketiduran di lapangan itu. akibatnya, petir menyambar. kemudian dia jadi item gosong. si gadis sedih tapi dia diam2 seneng juga, kalo dia udah item kan artinya dia ga bakal diledekin 'putih kaya mayat, ato mandi pake pemutih' gitulah. nah begitu dia balik dan menunjukkan kehitamannya, beberapa orang ngeledekin dia, termasuk beberapa teman sesama budak. kasihan. tapi yg ngeledekinnya paling parah adalah para ministers kejam. mereka gak puas kalo orang belum kelihatan tertusuk belati dan belom nangis darah. pokoknya ministers2 jahat itu ngeledekin si gadis karena dia jadi lebih item daripada orang2 pada umumnya. karena mereka semua tahu bahwa penyebab gadis itu gosong adalah sambaran petir, dan penyebab sambaran petir adalah si gadis itu keluar, dan penyebab si gadis itu keluar (dan ga masuk pas ujan turun) adalah perbuatan ministers2 (dan beberapa orang juga sih) yg berhati duri busuk, kejam banget gituloh maksudnya, kemudian pihak2 yg bersalah memutuskan untuk menuding generous party (sang dermawan) Mereka bilang sang dermawan adalah penyebab si gadis kesamber petir dan akhirnya jadi gosong banget. Sounds very ridiculous? itulah kenyataan, cuma di sugar-coat aja. Maksudnya bungkusnya boleh beda tapi isinya kurang lebih sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalo Anda masi bener2 bingung dan mengira saya sudah gila, mungkin Anda perlu scroll ke atas dan mengklik link ke blog lain yg menceritakan juga tentang kehidupan di penjara, hanya saja blog itu dibuat dari sudut pandang orang bebas, sedangkan blog ini dibuat oleh seorang tahanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau Anda bersimpati terhadap hidup anak2 yg malang yg akan segera kehilangan jiwanya, berdoalah untuk kami karena hanya Tuhanlah yg lebih berkuasa daripada Ministers2 jahat kejam licik bangsat berengsek namun berkuasa itu. maafkan kata2 ekspletif dari saya (maksudnya kata2 yg keluar dari emosi yg meledak) namun Anda sekalian perlu tahu, meskipun Anda berkunjung ke penjara ini dan melihat senyum di wajah para tahanan termasuk saya, ketahuilah bahwa jauh di lubuk hati kami, kami berontak dan berteriak untuk meminta kebebasan. Bagi orang yg terharu, simpan air mata Anda. Hari kebebasan, cepat atau lambat akan datang. Namun selama kita hidup, setelah kita keluar dari mulut harimau biasanya kita akan jatuh ke mulut buaya. Setelah kita lolos dari si buaya, mungkin kita akan jatuh ke tangan preman yg membawa pistol otomatis. mana kita tahu apa yg akan terjadi selanjutnya? kejadian berantai ini tidak akan berakhir sampai kita jatuh ke liang kubur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi sekarang saya bingung, setelah bebas dari penjara ini, kemanakah nasib saya? ke mulut singa? atau ke tangan manusia lain yg lebih kejam?  --angkat bahu--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-3787295779657129101?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sexinferis.blogspot.com' title='Ministry of Sinistry'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3787295779657129101/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=3787295779657129101' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/3787295779657129101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/3787295779657129101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2008/10/ministry-of-sinistry.html' title='Ministry of Sinistry'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-2024789442429656174</id><published>2008-10-24T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:58:20.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resesi ekonomi'/><title type='text'>Resesi (rese, si!!!) &gt;:@</title><content type='html'>Siapa sih yang gak kesel sama resesi ekonomi? Walaupun gw bukan seorang pengamat ekonomi, walaupun gw belum cukup dewasa untuk mengerti pentingnya membaca rubrik politik dan ekonomi di koran (biasa baca kartun doang), gw cukup terpukul keras gara2 resesi ekonomi, bahasa kerennya global economic recession. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;gw terpukul, terpuruk, benjol dan bokek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iya, BOKEK. Gimana gak? Harga barang2 naek semua. Ada yg naek dikit, ada yg ngelunjak (kayak adek gw) Gw gatau orang2 laen mengalami hal ini gak, kayaknya sebagian besar tenang2 aja tuh :S Gw ngiri deh sama orang2 yg hidupnya gak terpengaruh. Kebanyakan duit kali ya? Mending kasih gw aja sini napa?&lt;br /&gt;Emang dunia itu nggak adil, bo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw baca sebuah rubrik di koran yg ngebahas soal resesi ekonomi global ini. Sang reporter mewawancara beberapa orang dari berbagai kalangan yg berbeda background (latar belakang) dan mata pencahariannya (otomatis pendapatannya jadi beda juga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw gatau harus syok ato harus biasa aja.&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya orang yg miskin itu paling ngerasain bedanya. Mereka ada yg ketakutan kehilangan pekerjaan, yg menimbulkan domino efek berupa anak2nya gak bisa sekolah, sekeluarga gak bisa makan dan mungkin terpaksa jual rumah dan tidur di MRT station, ato pura2 jadi monyet dan tidur di zoo dan makan pisang ama kacang tiap hari. (kok mirip gw ya? gw juga makan pisang&amp;amp;kacang, gw cerdas kayak simpanse, gw tidur di 'zoo' yg mirip penjara bagi hewan2 muda yg pintar namun tak berdaya melawan sistem yg ada...hiks hiks hiks mungkin inilah yg namanya 1st world poverty. gak ngerti? liat GP notes gw. dots dots dots ^^')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw kasian ama mereka. Hidup itu emang gak adil. Itu penderitaan golongan low income (pendapatan relatif rendah), maksudnya yg kerja 'kasar' (tukang bersih2 gitu, dll) , makanya tangannya kasar, sering diperlakukan kasar, pendapatannya bener2 kasar dan nasibnya kasar banget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golongan menengah cukup terpengaruh, walaupun gak sebesar golongan bawah. Ada yg rencana pernikahannya harus ditunda, bulan madunya dipendekin dan budgetnya dikurangin drastis, ada yg tadinya mau punya anak gak jadi gara2 biayanya (ingat, beli kondom itu jauh lebih murah, lebih aman dan lebih praktis daripada bikin anak tanpa direncanakan matang2. Practise safe sex. ;) wink! Play safe play smart ;) wink! ) tapi setidaknya kelaparan bukan ancaman utama mereka. Cuma mereka takut kehilangan pekerjaan juga sih (siapa tau bos kantornya lebih milih mempekerjakan komputer daripada manusia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, golongan yg pendapatannya tinggi (high income group) kebanyakan ga terpengaruh. Bisnis mereka tetep jalan, mereka dapat pendapatan tetap (highly unlikely untuk kehilangan pekerjaan) dan hidup mereka seneng2 aja. Kalo mau beli apa2 ga harus putar otak 7 kali, ga harus tarik napas dalam2 10 kali dan ngitung dari 0 sampe -100, ga perlu takut bokek, ga terancam kelaparan ato terlilit hutang apalagi sampe kehilangan rumah. Beberapa malah masih bisa 'bersosialisasi' (you know, acara2 gak penting yg penuh dengan percakapan dan pastinya biayanya gak sedikit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golongan yg terakhir ini emang ada, walaupun gw sendiri emang sulit untuk percaya. Masa iya sih? harga barang naek2 kepuncak gunung, tinggi2 sekali... kayak gini mereka ga bergeming juga... ngiri sih iya... tapi emang ada bukti2nya kok. Mal2 di orchard banyak yg diupgrade. Artinya developernya emang ga bakal kehabisan resource (baca: kapital/duit) dan yg bikin pasti optimis ada calon konsumer yg gak perlu ngirit dan mampu untuk beli barang yg lebih mahal (karena biasanya makin bagus tempatnya, makin mahal harganya, ya ga?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus ada juga orang2 yg menemukan peluang bisnis baru di tengah2 kekacauan dunia kayak gini. hahaha. Entah mereka emang pinter banget, punya jiwa bisnismen yg jeli ngeliat situasi dan gak habis akal, ato mereka licik, bagaikan serigala berbulu domba yg bisa bersenang2 di atas luka orang laen. Gw ga tau yg bener yg mana, dan gw bukan dalam posisi yg tepat untuk menjudge mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhh... tapi tetep aja resesi ini mencekik seorang anak muda yg keren dan hebat seperti gw, dan anak ini terancam kepunahan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalo dipikir2 di dunia ini, biarpun katanya manusia telah melalui berbagai peradaban sehingga seharusnya semakin beradab namun kenyataannya masih banyak yang biadab, hukum rimba, hukum yg dipercaya sebagai hukum para binatang yg menandakan primitive lifestyle alias absennya struktur peradaban (aduwh...kata2nya cheem banget....gw aja bingung bacanya)&lt;br /&gt;masih berlaku. Maksud gw, hukum rimba masih berlaku. Masih banget. Benar2  berlaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya hukum rimba itu kurang lebih begini : yg lebih kuat menang.&lt;br /&gt;contoh: kalo maen panco ato tinju, yg lebih kuat menang, yg lebih lemah ya kalah (baca: babak belur, bonyok, terluka, dll)&lt;br /&gt;Terus hukum rimba itu terkait sama hukum evolusinya mas Charles Darwin (maaf ya mas, walaupun mas bukan orang jawa, tapi menurut gw lebih terhormat dibilang mas daripada Mbah, kesannya kayak dukun gitu) Charles Darwin mengusulkan teori "survival of the fittest" yg berarti yg lebih fit yang menang.&lt;br /&gt;contohnya: kalo gw ama elo ngeliat duit di tengah jalan, yg bakal dapet duit ialah yg larinya lebih cepet dan duluan ngambil duitnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hukum rimba dan hukum Darwin terdengar kejam...kayak gak ada belas kasihan gitu, tapi kenyataannya itulah yg terjadi sehari2 di sekitar kita. Masalahnya mungkin di hukum rimba, yg lebih kuat biasanya diasosiasikan dengan yg badannya lebih besar. (contohnya kalo singa dewasa berantem ama bayi domba, jelas aja yg kedua kalah) Di kehidupan sehari2, lebih 'besar' bisa berarti lebih 'kuat'. kuat bukan dalam otot ato tulang, tapi dalam posisi.&lt;br /&gt;Misalnya orang kaya, orang yg berstatus dan berjabatan tinggi gitu.&lt;br /&gt;Orang2 kayak gini yg cenderung survive.&lt;br /&gt;Contoh nyata: calon wapres USA, Sarah Palin, yg menghabiskan 5 ato 6 digit US dollar buat beli baju for the sake of show off buat kampanye, biar keliatan keren gitu.&lt;br /&gt;Trus Paris Hilton yg perawatan tubuhnya pasti mahal, barang2nya designer punya, mahal2, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Plus industri perfilman Hollywood yg despite kesulitan ekonomi kayak gini masih bikin film yg berbudget astronomical (angkanya selangit gitu deh...)&lt;br /&gt;Ketiga pihak di atas tampaknya sedikit sekali terpengaruh dengan global economic recession. Kayaknya kalo mereka biasa makan di restoran bintang5 dan belanja di toko2 berkelas, ga bakal dikurangin ato berganti pilihan di era kebokekan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;padahal coba bandingin sama banyak orang2 kecil, orang2 lemah. Yang kalo ga ada campur tangan dari luar (either pemerintah ato sukarelawan) susaaaah banget cari makan. boro2 sekolah. tiap hari adalah perjuangan antara hidup dan mati. contohnya rakyat2 di irak yg tak berdosa yg menjadi korban perang. Orang2 miskin di afrika, bahkan di indonesia (dan 3rd world countries lainnya) Para pemulung2 yg hidupnya tergantung banget sama belas kasihan Tuhan, alam sekitar dan orang2 sekitar. Hidup mereka jadi semakin buruk aja tuh gara2 resesi ekonomi. contohnya tukang ojek yg menderita gara2 harga bensin naek. orang2 yg dipecat dan bingung mau ngasi keluarganya makan apa? angin. dll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan orang2 kayak gw (tergolong menengah kali ya) harus mengurut dada, kepala, pundak lutut kaki lutut kaki, gara2 resesi ekonomi ini. Kalo liat baju bagus, harus tarik napas, nyanyi lagu bintang kecil sambil muter2 di tiang kayak felem india, kemudian berbisik kepada diri sendiri "ooiii bokek nihh.....kasihanilah..." diiringi suara jeritan dari dompet gw "aaahh....gw kanker!!! kantong kering!!!!" Trus gw bertekad mau lebih jarang makan sushi (mahal sih), gantinya makan roti aja yg lebih murah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itupun baru sekarang. Gw gatau masa depan gw gimana. Pajak naik bikin harga barang naik. Harga barang naik bikin gw bokek. Soalnya banyak kebutuhan yg gak bisa diabaikan sih...mau gimana lagi? Di masa depan...apakah gw bisa menabung ato gw akan menjadi bokek dan mengemis kepada menteri pendidikan singapura plus kepala sekolah untuk dapat dana bantuan...tapi itu kurang penting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apakah orang2 yg miskin dan kelaparan akan mati semua? apakah mereka bisa hidup layak seperti manusia? ataukah mereka akan seperti rumput, yg kemaren lahir dan besok mati?&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimanapun, mereka adalah orang lemah yang tak berdaya melawan hukum yg ada. Hukum rimba. The survival of the fittest. No. The survival of the richest. And the death of the poorest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is soooo unfair....but what can we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-2024789442429656174?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2024789442429656174/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=2024789442429656174' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/2024789442429656174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/2024789442429656174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2008/10/resesi-rese-si.html' title='Resesi (rese, si!!!) &gt;:@'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-4400918491424980894</id><published>2008-10-04T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:17:01.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorists are stupid and impractical'/><title type='text'>Macam-Macam Orang-Orang</title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Lebaran buat yg semua yg merayakan....mohon maaf lahir batin....(ketauan nih gw kebanyakan dosa)&lt;br /&gt;Maaf ya, telat, habis internetnya macet mulu...lagian gw ini ditengah2 promotional exam yg kejamnya setengah mati!!! Soalnya susah2 banget!!! idiiih!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngomong2 lebaran...gw kangen banget ama suasana lebaran di Indo. Di sini, karena kaum Muslim (yg biasanya adalah orang2 Melayu) adalah minoritas (iya yah? sedih banget...), jadi suasana Lebaran kalah jauh dibandingin Chinese New Year ataupun Natal (yg terakhir, gw rasa bukan karena banyaknya kaum kristiani, tapi karena alasan komersial untuk menarik turis2 mancanegara, huh!) Disini gw cuma libur 1 hari, sedangkan adek gw di Indo libur 1 minggu. Dan keluarga gw mengkhianati gw dengan pergi ke puncak, mencampakkan gw di negeri yang tidak mengenal belas kasihan ini, dimana gw harus bertahan hidup berdasarkan kepada hukum rimba yang tidak berbelas kasihan ini. Hiks Hiks Hiks... (pembaca, ayo terharu dong...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneran, gw kangen mendengarkan adzan maghrib setiap jam 6 sore di TV (walaupun gw bukan muslim, setidaknya itu peringatan buat gw biar nggak nempel terus ama TV, mandi kek gitu...)&lt;br /&gt;Gw kangen sama ketupat yg kulitnya bisa berubah dari ijo jadi coklat muda kalo dimasak...yang diisinya beras tapi pas uda jadi isinya lebi lengket dan padet daripada nasi...gw kanget motong ketupat walaupun gw ga perna bisa rapi dan akhirnya blepetan lengket2 kemana2...&lt;br /&gt;Gw kangen masakan kari bibi gw yg kuahnya ga terlalu pekat tapi rasanya enak...dan gw biasanya ngaduk2 buat dapetin potongan buncis dan wortel di dalem kuah kari. Kalo beruntung bakal ada sayur pete di meja, dan adik gw bakal menjauhkan sayur itu sejauh-jauhnya dari pandangannya (hal yang sama berlaku pada sambel terasi) Sebenarnya emang pete itu rasanya enak, tapi lebih enak lagi ngomong sama adek gw setelah gw makan pete. Ahh...puas rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untung artis2 Hollywood jarang yg suka pete (emang ada ya?) gw bayangin kalo mereka syuting trus pesen katering buat makan siang dan menunya sambel pete. Habis itu syuting yang ada adegan ciumannya. Kayak apa ya jadinya? matanya pasti kelap kelip, soalnya rasa pedesnya masih ada. Trus lobang idungnya bakal kembang kempis dan napasnya bakal megap2. Ya BAU lah ya...hehehe. Makanya di Indo ga boleh ada adegan cium-ciuman, katanya disensor untuk melindungi 'kesucian' penonton, apalagi kalo yg nonton anak kecil yg ga ngerti apa itu, kecuali kalo ciuman itu cara ikan mas berkomunikasi :p. Padahal tujuannya itu untuk melindungi hak para artis, supaya mereka bisa makan pete, jengkol bahkan sirih pun boleh tanpa mengorbankan lawan mainnya. Anyway pete tetep rocks. Tapi Tempe is the BEST!!! YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya, ngomong2 ada pertanyaan nih!!! Negara apa yang paling jago bikin ketupat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gatau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jawabannya: Indonesia!!!&lt;br /&gt;ga percaya?&lt;br /&gt;coba deh kalo ke negara laen, misalnya Mesir gitu, trus bilang "Bang, bikinin ketupat dong!!!" Pasti dia bakal bingung trus jawabannya bakal aneh. (mungkin dia bakal mempertanyakan kewarasan anda) Hehehe, walaupun ini garing, seharusnya tidak membuat anda menjadi batuk ato sakit tenggorokan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke, kembali ke Lebaran yg dirayain sama umat muslim di seluruh dunia. Kayaknya nggak di seluruh dunia deh. Mungkin di timur tengah sana namanya bukan Lebaran. ga tau apa. Di sini aja namanya Aidil Fitri, bukan Idul Fitri kayak di Indo. Kadang2 orang yg ga ngerti bahasa melayu cuma bilang "selamat hari raya", which is kalo di translate ke bahasa Inggris cuma "Happy Festival/Celebration Day", ato kalo diterjemahin lebih polos lagi " Happy Day Big" hahaha. Sebenernya kita kudu prihatin juga ama umat muslim di dunia modern ini. Mereka dituduh sebagai teroris lah, pokoknya di jelek-jelekin, padahal gak semuanya jahat. Mereka mengalami diskriminasi di negara2 lain, dimana mereka adalah kaum minoritas yg sering tertindas. Mereka sering dicurigai tanpa alasan yang kuat, trus dibenci dan dipandang rendah.&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya ujung2nya prejudice and discrimination gitu deh. Padahal seharusnya kita nggak menilai orang dari agamanya, ato dari rasnya (apakah dia ke arab-arab an ato bukan). Dan setau gw, nggak ada agama yg mengajarkan umatnya untuk berbuat jahat. Kalaupun ada, itu namanya ajaran sesat, bukan agama. Logikanya Tuhan kan uda susah2 menciptakan manusia, kenapa dia mau ciptaanNya saling memusnahkan satu sama lain? Kenapa Dia mau melihat umatNya sengsara dan saling bunuh membunuh? Nggak ada orang tua yang enjoy ngeliat anak-anaknya berantem kan? kalo manusia aja bisa begitu apalagi Tuhan yang MahaKasih. kalo emang Dia udah marah banget kenapa gak kirim banjir gede kaya jaman Nabi Nuh aja? Kenapa harus nyuruh orang menjadi hakim dan algojo atas sesamanya sendiri? Nah kalo udah begitu gak abis-abis deh pertanyaannya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya, gw bingung juga sama tindakan teroris2 yg demen ngebom (bukan kentut loh!)&lt;br /&gt;Mereka sadar gak sih yang mereka bunuh tuh sodara2nya sendiri, bahkan banyak orang2 yg ga bersalah? Kalo mereka sebel sama kelompok orang, kenapa gak dateng diem2 pas orang2 itu lagi meeting, matiin lampunya, trus waktu mereka lagi kocar kacir kebingungan, nyanyi lagunya Spongebob Squarepants dengan suara sesumbang-sumbangnya...kan uda cukup menteror tuh (bikin kuping sakit), kalo ga puas boleh lanjut dengan acara kitik-kitik dan cubit-cubitan ama musuhnya. Malah bisa terkenal masuk koran selagi masih idup, daripada keburu mati dengan cara yang super NGGAK COOL dan  BARBAR, trus dimaki-maki masyarakat di seluruh dunia lagi. Kalo pake cara gw, siapa tau kalo suaranya bagus bisa masuk American Idol ato disewa buat maen di film musikal Disney. Kan dapet banyak duit, banyak fans pula, trus dikagumi banyak cewek2 cantik lagi. kurang apa lagi??? Kalo emang suaranya jelek, siapa tau bisa diusulkan cabang olimpiade terbaru yaitu kitik2 dan cubit2, kalo menang kan lumayan dapet gelar "jari terkuat" dan mengharumkan nama negara. (eits...sebelum mengharumkan nama negara, harumkan ketek anda terlebih dahulu) Trus daripada bomnya buat ngebunuh orang dan ngerusakin bangunan, kenapa gak bikin terowongan aja dari daerah banjir ke daerah yang kekeringan. kan lumayan tuh, distribusi aer.biar kotor dan gak bisa diminum pun, bisa buat ngaerin sawah ato kebun. Intinya, mending masuk koran and masuk TV daripada masuk Neraka. Ya ga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu, gw sama temen baik gw pas smp, sebut aja namanya Gisela, sempet pengen jadi teroris juga. Tapi kita bukan tipe teroris yg gak keren seperti yg tukang ngebom-ngebom itu. kalo misalnya kita benci ama presiden amerika, kita masukin aja kecoa ke kamar tidurnya. ato ke dalem kopinya kita tuangin garem. kalo benci satu ato sepuluh orang, kenapa harus bunuh ribuan dan ngorbanin orang2 ga bersalah? Siapa tau diantara orang2 yg kebunuh itu ada temen baeknya pas SD. Nyesel kan? Lagian kecoa dan garem jauh lebih murah daripada beli bahan2 buat bom. Sisa duitnya  bisa dibuat beli beras, beli buah, beli sayur, bahkan beli hape, sepatu baru dan ngajak cewek kencan di restoran dan nonton bioskop. Beli ketupat dan pete pun bisa dapet banyak. ya kan?&lt;br /&gt;Intinya, anak2 kadang2 lebih superior karena pikiran kita lebih kreatif, lebih bersih dan ga keburu kalap dan penuh kebencian kayak para teroris yang suka kurang perhitungan.&lt;br /&gt;Gw kangen sama elo, Gis, dan kita seharusnya bangga ternyata kita berdua lebih pinter daripada para teroris itu. Kita jenius!!! HAHAHAHAHA........ (ketawa maniak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups yups yups... begitulah... jadi sebenarnya teroris itu bukan muslim. teroris itu orang2 gila dan sesat. dan goblok. jadi kita jangan sok suci terus mendiskriminasi orang2 yg ga bersalah cuma gara2 agama dan ras mereka (refer to 24 movie series, mereka keren abis!!!) Dan jika anda mengetahui salah seorang  kenalan yang ternyata adalah teroris, jangan jauhi mereka. Melainkan, bawalah mereka ke psikiater, bawain coklat dan bunga di hari Valentine, bawain ketupat dan opor ayam di hari Lebaran, dan ajari mereka menyanyi lagu2 keroncong sekaligus matematika dan ekonomi, biar mereka menyadari betapa manisnya dunia kalo mereka ga lupa menambahkan gula ke dalam kopi paitnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berhubung gw udah mulai korslet, gw sudahi dulu post ini....tapi gw masih mau nyambung lagi...soalnya sambung menyambung menjadi satu....kalo nggak jadi negara kepulauan, jadi kereta api, ato setidak-tidaknya jadi kalung ato gelang kan lumayan. daripada gak nyambung. Kayak jaringan internet rusak, jaringan telpon rusak, ato state of mind gw kadang2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Aku jatuh cinta. Sama Sherlock Holmes!!! Hihihi.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-4400918491424980894?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4400918491424980894/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=4400918491424980894' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/4400918491424980894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/4400918491424980894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2008/10/macam-macam-orang-orang.html' title='Macam-Macam Orang-Orang'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-694571445766955101</id><published>2008-09-30T11:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:28:39.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kekanak kanakan'/><title type='text'>DiTRANSFORM menjadi ANAK-ANAK</title><content type='html'>Hehehe. gw akuin aja, di usia gw yg uda rada bangkotan ini, gw masi bersifat kekanakkanakkan. wakakkakkakkakkak.....&lt;br /&gt;gpp sih, diledekin kayak gitu gw jg ga marah kok... cuma enak aja jadi anak2... kayaknya lebih bahagia, nggak ada beban gitu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gw bukan mau ngebahas seberapa dewasa gw ato seberapa besar harapan ortu gw spy gw cepet berubah menjadi dewasa.... tapi gw mau cerita pengalaman gw yg kekanak-kanakan bersama temen2 gw yg kekanak-kanakan juga. pokoknya gw cinta temen2 gw, meski kadang2 kita semua kekanak-kanakan. dulu, guru mat smp gw pernah bilang "kalo orang2 yg sejenis (berprofesi sama) dan berusia sama, kalo disatuin di satu tempat, akan cenderung menjadi kekanak-kanakan" itu berdasarkan pengalaman dia di pertemuan guru-guru. nggak heran anggota2 DPR/MPR kalo uda rapat sering ngerumpi kayak remaja ato , &lt;em&gt;worse still &lt;/em&gt;, pada tidur kayak bayi2 raksasa. (kurang lebih kayak gw di kelas gitu...zzz...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ceritanya, di suatu hari Sabtu yg gw lupa cerah ato ujan, gw sama Tiara sama Tyas, dua2nya temen2 gw (bukan dayang2 bukan budak bukan bodyguard pula) lagi jalan2 ke orchard. kita masuk ke paragon (bagian bawahnya) trus ke toys r us. si Tiara mau beliin hadiah buat adik cowoknya. rencananya dia mau beliin adiknya figur transformers "optimus prime". Jadilah ketiga kafilah tua ini berkeliaran di dalem Toys R Us dalam pencarian Sang Optimus Prime Merah Biru itu. Toys R Us membuka kenangan lama gw, gimana enaknya jadi anak kecil yg punya banyak mainan. Berhubung sifat kampungan gw kambuh, jadilah gw pencet sana pencet sini, kayak anak kecil liat kalkulator, kotak kecil ajaib yg bisa ngeluarin angka. Gw akuin, kuping gw rada pengeng dengerin lagu2 anak kecil, yg nyanyi suaranya kekanak-kanakkan banget lagi. maklum lah, namanya juga anak-anak. Tapi gw bingung kok kuping gw tahan ngedengerin suara gw yg ancur. apalagi kalo lagi nyanyi di kamar mandi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke, setelah mendapatkan sebuah figur Optimus Prime yg bisa dijadiin robot trus ditransform jadi mobil dan sebaliknya, kita pun melenggang kangkung keluar Toys R Us setelah meng&lt;em&gt;abuse&lt;/em&gt; banyak boneka dan mainan di dalam, menginjak, memukul dan mengganggu anak2 kecil secara sengaja maupun tidak sengaja (maklum kan mereka kecil, ga keliatan sih, makanya suka ketabrak :p). Setelah itu, kita menuju kantor M1, si Tiara ada urusan sama modemnya. Sedangkan gw ada urusan ama MI6, hehehe geer banget. Katanya MI6 mau merekrut remaja buat jadi spy, gw mau banget sayangnya gw terlalu goblok bwt jd spy yg baik dan beradab. Nah sesampainya di M1, kita menunggu. karena iseng si Tiara membuka dan mencoba meng &lt;em&gt;arrange&lt;/em&gt; robot Optimus Prime itu menjadi mobil. setelah beberapa saat nggak berhasil, gw memberanikan diri untuk bertanya "pinjem dong, coba dong...." tapi si tiara ngotot. setelah beberapa saat, kayaknya si Tyas mulai napsu "eh gw juga mau dong...pinjem" Berhubung temen gw yg namanya Tiara itu super keras kepala, dia masih ngotot mengutak-atik si Optimus Prime. Mungkin kalo bisa ngomong Optimus Prime bakal tereak "TOLONGGG!!! GW DIPERKOSA SAMA PEREMPUAN DEWASA YANG KERAS KEPALA DAN KEKANAKKANAKKAN!!!!! AAAARGGGHHH....!!!" Atau mungkin si Optimus Prime menikmati situasi seperti itu. Maklum, bukannya dia emang dibuat untuk dipegang-pegang dan dikutak-katik? Lagian mendingan diperkosa sama temen gw yg cantik daripada sama cowok kan? padahal itu maenan cowok loh....kasihan optimus. Trus kalo dipikir-pikir kasian juga barbie diperkosa sama anak2 cewek, mungkin dia bakal lebih seneng dipegang2 ama cowok....??? Gw gak ngerti deh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah trus karena menunggunya masih lama gw ama Tiara ama Tyas masih memperebutkan hak menyentuh Optimus Prime. Trus gw mulai putus asa, ketawa2 gak jelas. Si Tyas sih udah diem dari tadi. Kayaknya dia uda nyadar duluan daripada gw. Ternyata kita DILIATIN!!! sama orang2 sekitar. pemandangan aneh kali ya...&lt;br /&gt;"3 orang gadis berebut mainan, yang ternyata adalah maenan anak cowok"&lt;br /&gt;"Optimus Prime diperebutin oleh 3 gadis remaja"&lt;br /&gt;Kalo gw jadi Optimus Prime, gw gatau apakah gw harus seneng diperebutin ato harus sedih meratapi nasib yg super malang. (padahal Optimus Prime bukan orang Malang, tapi orang planet laen. mungkin planetnya bentuknya mirip bakso malang kali ya...makanya nasibnya jadi begini...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi akhirnya gw dan Tyas bisa mengalahkan naluri kekanak-kanakkan kita. Kita berdua mengalah kepada Tiara, adik kita yg emang 1 tahun lebih muda daripada kita. Akhirnya Tiara berhasil mengubah Optimus Prime menjadi truk gandeng yg agak aneh, tapi untungnya di badan truk ga ada gambar cewek2 aneh kayak di truk2 gede yg sering gw liat di jalan tol Jakarta. Fiuh...dan untungnya Optimus Prime bisa dikembalikan dari bentuk truk jebot kembali ke robot dengan sempurna dan tidak cacat seperti pembelinya (For Your Information, Tiara itu semua anggota badannya lengkap kecuali otaknya :p) Semua itu karena bantuan buku panduan manual yang termasuk satu paket sama boneka Optimus Prime. Terima kasih, Buku Panduan Manual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Tiara, habis selesai Junior College mau masuk TK mana?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-694571445766955101?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/694571445766955101/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=694571445766955101' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/694571445766955101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/694571445766955101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/ditransform-menjadi-anak-anak.html' title='DiTRANSFORM menjadi ANAK-ANAK'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-1424612754522182028</id><published>2008-09-29T14:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:56:35.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sindrom bingung'/><title type='text'>Aku BINGUNG</title><content type='html'>Aku bingung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bingung. Gimana nggak? kayaknya makin banyak yg gw pelajarin, makin bingunglah gw. Mgkin inilah sindrom yg dinamakan "kebanyakan belajar". Sindrom ini ditemukan dan diteliti oleh guru fisika SMP gw, Pak Bembi. Dia bilang, gejala2nya adalah kebingungan. Bingung, meskipun ttg hal yg umum, standar dan simpel pun bingung. parahnya, sindrom ini bisa menular loh, ke temen2, trus ke guru. Gimana nggak? kalo muridnya bingung semua, gimana gurunya nggak bingung? mau ngajar apa kalo dikit2 bingung? Ah, bingung deh! Menurut gw, harusnya Pak Bembi mendapatkan hadiah nobel sekaligus hak paten untuk sindrom bingung ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masalahnya, sekarang ini gw bukannya kebanyakan belajar. Malahan kurang belajar. Gimana nggak, tiap pulang skul kerjaannya maen komputer, tidur, makan, mandi, pinjem majalah, pinjem komik, baca majalah, baca komik, ngobrol, gangguin orang, nge blog, dll....kapan belajarnya? iya emang sih gw akuin gw males belajar makanya gw ga belajar2. tapi gw tetep bingung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masalahnya kita emang hidup di jaman yang membingungkan. Jaman dimana arti kata "common sense" gak jelas. Gimana mau dibilang common sense kalo uda gak banyak orang yg punya common sense? apanya yang common?&lt;br /&gt;tuh, gw mulai bingung kan?&lt;br /&gt;trus apanya yang mau dibilang sense kalo cara menyelesaikan masalah itu makin "kreatif"? ya blackmail lah, bunuh lah, suap lah, dll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus banyak lagi yg bikin gw bingung. contohnya Cina. Gw bingung gimana cara Cina bisa ngadain Beijing Olympic gede2an trus ampe ngirim astronot pake kroket....eh roket ke luar angkasa segala, padahal masi banyak orang miskin dan kelaperan di negaranya, sanitasi gak beres, sempet perang sama Tibet pula, trus bayi2 pada sakit gara2 keracunan.... Dari mana duitnya? kok mewah banget sih pake ngadain event2 besar yg super money consuming kayak gitu? tuh kan gw bingung???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus gw bingung juga sama negara2 yg kerjaannya perang mulu, padahal rakyatnya banyak yg miskin dan hampir mati kelaperan. Perang kan mahal banget, beli senjata lah, peluru lah, pulsa hape lah....(loh, perlu komunikasi kan?) Iya, gw jadi kasian. Terutama di Timur Tengah, Afrika gitu gitu.&lt;br /&gt;Trus di Myanmar juga....waktu ada musibah angin puyuh, tentara junta itu tidak memperbolehkan bantuan masuk buat menolong rakyatnya....mending dia sendiri ngebantuin....dia nggak becus ngurusin rakyatnya juga...kalo rakyatnya pada mati trus abis kan jayus...mau merintah siapa si junta junta itu?&lt;br /&gt;benar2 bingung......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus gw bingung juga sama selebriti2...mereka ngabisin banyak duit buat operasi plastik, ya gedein mata lah, mancungin idung, mancungin dada lah....apapun itu, trus juga buat sedot2 lemak di tempat yang gak terlalu berlemak2....sekali operasi kan duit yang keluar banyak banget....bayangin di negara2 miskin masi banyak orang2 yg kelaperan, makan aja susah...boro2 mau sedot lemak....nimbun lemak aja susah....coba kalo duit buat operasi dan buat beli barang2 mahal (designer2) itu dikasih ke yang miskin.....mereka sekeluarga bisa kenyang makan setaon kali....plus beli baju baru, beli obat, sekolah...dll&lt;br /&gt;Gak heran orang2 pada ngiri ama selebriti...mereka duit kayak udah buat cebok aja...hilang $10 gak masalah....sedangkan gw (dan mungkin teman2 lainnya yg bernasib serupa) harus susah payah irit2, di depan toko baju ngiler2 ga jelas, di toko buku liat novel mupeng mupeng, di supermarket ngambil barang harus mikir 10x beli nggak ya, duitnya cukup nggak ya....&lt;br /&gt;kalo keilangan $10 sih gw udah keringetan (apalagi US$10 itu +-= S$20)....aduh kok bisa ya... itu duit gw seminggu nih....gimana donk ga bisa jajan??? panik panik ngos ngo&lt;br /&gt;kesimpulannya, kalo gw mengerti bahwa dunia itu penuh dengan ketidakadilan, gw ga perlu bingung. tapi bingung boleh juga...kok bisa ya segitu parahnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu cuma beberapa contoh hal2 umum yg bikin gw bingung. Sebenarnya banyak hal2 spesifik yg bikin gw bingung, yg terjadi di kehidupan gw sehari2. (iyalah ya, ga mungkin terjadi di kematian gw sehari2 kan....?) Masalahnya gak semua hal2 itu bisa gw ceritain, ntar ada yang tersinggung hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-1424612754522182028?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1424612754522182028/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=1424612754522182028' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/1424612754522182028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/1424612754522182028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/aku-bingung.html' title='Aku BINGUNG'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-5075843392601531448</id><published>2008-09-17T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:04:24.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mimpi ga jelas'/><title type='text'>mimpi ga jelas (part 2)</title><content type='html'>ini teh sambungan dari yang kemaren2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus...&lt;br /&gt;gw lupa tuh. mimpinya loncat2 sih....hehehe. sayangnya, gw ga akan pernah tau nasib si oma, apakah kita ber2 akan ditemukan oleh anggota keluarga yang lain...apakah stasiun MRT itu akan meledak dan menewaskan beribu orang di dalamnya...apakah teroris itu akan berhasil dan membuka kantor cabang di seluruh dunia...apakah gerombolan teroris bersama manajer dan si bapak muka seram tukang bersih2 akan tertangkap dan diadili sesuai hukum yang berlaku di dunia mimpi...apakah gw akan tiba2 berubah menjadi seperti sailormoon dan menjadi pahlawan yang menyelamatkan umat manusia? siapa yang tau?namanya juga mimpi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alkisah di negeri antah berantah yang basah dan gerah.tiba2 gw uda ada di tempat laen. tempatnya itu berupa ruangan yang gedeeee banget... kayak hall expo ato ruangan ballroom di sebuah hotel yg gedeeee banget. Ruangan itu bentuknya kotak, dinding dalemnya warna item ama sedikit maroon gitu.Kayaknya dindingnya dilapisin beludru dan sedikit berglitter glitter. waw glamour amat kayak langit malam berbingtang aja...oh ya ada juga satu pintu (tp bkn pintu otomatis, pintu buka biasa) Aneh juga ya, ruangan segede gitu pintunya cuma satu (tapi dua daon sih...) trus di luar ruangan itu kayaknya agak gelap tuh... Pokoknya gw inget gw masuk ke ruangan itu, mengerjap2kan mata dengan kagum, sama kagumnya kayak orang yg baru bangun tidur trus mendapatkan dirinya berada di depan tumpukan emas 24 karat...hehehe $$$ (maklum gw lagi bokek jd pikiran gw berkisar seputar bagaimana cara mendapatkan duit dengan cara yang halal demi membayar uang kas kelas gw ato gimana cara merampok bank terkemuka dengan lihai dan tidak bakal terlacak)&lt;br /&gt;Oke kembali ke ruangan itu, itu ruangan dibuat display untuk barang2 sale buat natal. yang pasti megah banget. di dinding sebelah kanan, sebelah kiri atasnya ada layar plasma gede banget, menghadap ke arah barat. cuma gw lupa apa yang ditampilkan di layar itu. entah iklan barang, entah lagu2 natal, atau pidatonya Barrack Obama...hehehe mulai ngawur d gw...&lt;br /&gt;trus gw inget diantara barang yg di display ada teddy bear putih yang guedeee banget, dan pohon natal yang gede, penuh hiasan emas dan perak yang berkerlapkerlip (ga pake lampu natal yg warna warni loh...) trus ada juga rak gede buat display buku2, pokoknya kalo ngeliat rak itu, jd inget library di ruang rekreasinya asramanya Harry Potter ato museum2 megah, kaya di British Museum yg di film the Mummy Returns itu (bener ga sih? jgn2 gw uda ngomong panjang2 malah ngawur...malu abis....merusak image...:p)&lt;br /&gt;Gw menghampiri salah seorang penjaga toko (penjaga hall kali ya harusnya? bodo ah asal bukan penjaga kuburan aja, hehehe) Dia itu seorang cewek, masih lumayan muda, early 20s gitu...tp judesnya minta ampun....gw pokoknya tidak puas dengan customer service disitu. Temennya malah tidur2an di suatu counter, tidak ada yang melayani gw dengan semestinya....hikshikshiks malangnya nasibku. Gw ga inget percakapan apa pun, tp yg penting gw ngerasa semua orang di ruangan itu judes banget sama gw...pdhal ruangan itu isinya orang berduit semua...iyalah ruangannya aja bagusnya kayak gitu, barang2 yg dijual pasti mahal2....kok gw bisa nyasar disitu...harusnya kan orang miskin ky gw belong to pasar loak...huahahaha....:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus gw ga tau kenapa, gw jadi dikaruniai kemampuan untuk mengetahui apa yang akan terjadi selanjutnya, kayak di Final Destination itu. Entah itu karena Deja Vu (perasaan udah ngalamin selanjutnya) ato emang firasat gw lagi jalan (biasanya intuisi gw tumpul banget)&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya gw tau bahwa akan terjadi sesuatu. BOM KENTUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nggak deh. Pokoknya bakal ada korsleting listrik, yang dimulai dari dinding sebelah kanan atas alias tempat layar TV plasma itu menempel. akan ada percikan api dan ruangan mulai dipenuhi oleh asap (padahal ga ada yang bakar sate, ikan ato jagung loh!) Trus percikan kembang api itu akan menyebabkan bagian lain kena kosleting juga. Bakal terjadi percikan2 listrik. Pasti itu elektron yang loncat2 gara2 blom disuntik rabies. Hasilnya....entah ledakan ato kebakaran. Dan ruangan besar megah nan mewah yang cuma punya 1 pintu keluar itu akan dipenuhi oleh asap, dan asapnya bukan asap menyan!!! Orang2 bakal panik, tapi gw gatau apakah akan ada korban jiwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segera setelah merasakan firasat atau deja vu itu, gw beli siomay. kok ga nyambung sih? pokoknya gw melihat beneran ada percikan di deket TV Plasma itu. Layarnya berubah jadi item. Trus gw jadi parno sendiri dan teriak2 "akan terjadi ledakan!!! ledakan!!! evakuasi!!! kosongkan ruangan ini!!!" tapi herannya orang2 ga ada yang peduli. mereka malah memberi pandangan nista ke gw, seolah2 menyuruh gw untuk tutup mulut dan keluar, seolah2 gw ini adalah sebuah duri dalam daging yang mengganggu keasikan belanja mereka. Seolah2 gw ini sampah masyarakat. Dasar!!! udah kaya, borju, jutek lagi!!! pengen rasanya gw kutuk orang2 di ruangan itu...cuma keadaan yg mendesak menuntut gw untuk sementara menyisihkan segala perasaan pribadi for the greater good. Ngeliat percikan lagi, gw teriak2 lagi "matiin power linenya!!!siapa saja!!!tolong matiin powernya!!!" Semua orang ngeliat gw dengan pandangan gondok. Kalo mereka semua naga, yg bisa nyembur api, gw udah dengan sukses ter- combust (terpanggang) sampe jadi arang yang bentuknya kaya sarang berang2. hehehe. Walaupun dikacangin, karena gw panik, gw meraih switch listrik terdekat dan matiin semua power line yg menyuplai listrik ke ruangan itu. Untung saja, korsleting besar sempat dicegah. Cuma anehnya ruangannya gak jadi gelap. Orang2 uda nyuekin gw lagi. Dasar gatau terima kasih!!! Gw baru saja menyelamatkan nyawa kalian semua!!! HUH!!! Dalam kekesalan gw, gw masi bisa mengamati orang2 yang bertepuk tangan kegirangan. Mereka kira percikan api hasil korsleting itu adalah bagian dari pertunjukan. display gitu. ada yang jualan kembang api kali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena gw kesel,marah, bete dan ngambekgw pun meninggalkan ruangan itu, apalagi posisi gw emang deket ama pintu keluar.tapi anehnya, begitu gw menginjakkan kaki keluar ruangan itu, kayangan eksistensi gw uda ga berlaku. gw jadi bukan siapa2. gw jadi ga nyata. invisible. dan ringan. melayang. enak sih bisa jadi ga keliatan tapi gw jadi ga bisa ngapa2 in juga. hiks hiks hiks. tapi itu belum apa2 dibanding apa yang gw liat di luar ruangan.&lt;br /&gt;uda gw bilang kan diluar ruangan itu adalah tempat yang gelap? iya di tempat itu banyak kursi2 berserakan. yang jelas kursinya bukan yang pake jok, dan bukan kursi bakso yang ga ada senderannya. cuma kursi2 itu kesannya kurang nyaman. dan... eng ing eng ... siapakah yang gw liat disitu? bukan, bukan Barrack Obama. Kalo dia sih, uda gw minta salaman (emang bisa ya? katanya gw invisible, gimana si?) jadi siapa? bukan, bukan George W Bush juga....kalo dia sih, uda gw jitak, jewer, cubit, dll. Gw ngeliat sesuatu yang lebih buruk...BAAAA!!! itulah si bapak2 di deket stasiun MRT (liat post sebelumnya, 'mimpi ga jelas part1'), yang mukanya serem, yg menunjukkan jalan ke sebuah lorong yang super gelap dan nyeremin, yg hendak mengantarkan gw ke bos/managernya, yang gw duga sebelumnya berkolaborasi dengan teroris yang mau ngeledakin MRT itu. DEG!!! Jantung gw loncat. Bukan seneng, bukan ngefans, tapi syok banget tau!!! APalagi di dalam gelap matanya nyala bak kucing nelen lampu neon. Warnanya campuran kuning, ijo, dan abu2 , semuanya itu warna kesukaan gw, tapi entah kenapa mata itu intimidating banget (mengancam). Dan gw nyadar kalo gw ni gak keliatan soalnya si bapak ga bereaksi sama sekali waktu gw keluar dari ruangan itu, padahal di episode sebelumnya kayaknya dia pengen banget menenteng gw kedepan managernya buat dikulitin ato buat direkrut jadi gerombolan teroris...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bapak serem itu duduk diam di sebuah bangku di luar hall yang gede itu. trus kemudian anak seorang anak perempuan kecil sekitar umur 6 tahun, lari2 dengan polosnya ke deket situ.anak itu bule (kulitnya putih kepink2an), rambutnya pirang panjang, matanya biru dan gede, pipinya chubby kemerah2an, pokoknya imut deh. dari tampangnya pun keliatan ni anak bae dan bkn anak org kere kyk gw.kalo ditawarin tuker ni anak ama ade gw, gw ga mau lah...ntar gw kalah keren ama adek baru gw....hehehe :p gw pikir anak itu mau masuk ke hall itu buat ketemu mamanya, eh taunya nggak. Sebelum gw bisa berbuat apa2, bapak serem itu udah menculik anak kecil ini. Gw kaget banget tapi ga bisa nyelametin anak ini. Terang aja, gw kan ceritanya 'hantu' yang ga keliatan tapi bisa liat dan bisa tau apa yang terjadi. diam2 gw merasa bersalah juga.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coba kalo gw membiarkan ledakan di dalam ruangan itu terjadi, paling sekarang orang2 itu sedang berhamburan keluar, sehingga bapak serem itu ga bakal nongkrong di luar ruangan dan anak kecil tak berdosa itu ga bakal diculik. kalo gw ga tau ato ga dapet firasat bakal ada ledakan, pasti gw ga bakal mencegah dan kejadiannya ga bakal begini. tapi kalo gw membiarkan ledakan di dalam ruangan itu terjadi, mungkin akan ada banyak korban jiwa. Ato kalo ledakannya ga serentak (nyicil2 gitu) mungkin juga cuma barang2 yg terbakar dan semua orang bisa menyelamatkan diri pada waktunya...coba kalo gw dapet 1 miliar.... (duh, mulai ngelantur!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saudara saudari terkasih.... (daripada tersanjung, ntar blog gw 100 episode ga abis2, Anda dan saya akan keburu berlumut, beruban dan berkeriput)&lt;br /&gt;ternyata ga enak ya, jadi Tuhan...&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan itu gak keliatan...tapi dia bisa tau semuanya...&lt;br /&gt;dan meski Tuhan itu Maha Kuasa...tapi Dia ga berbuat semaunya terhadap manusia....&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan menciptakan kita sederajat dengan Dia.... dan Dia menghormati hak dan pilihan kita....&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya Dia ga bisa ngatur kehidupan kita, karena Dia udah memberikan hidup itu sepenuhnya buat kita. Dia memberi kita kebebasan untuk berpikir dan bertindak, dan memberi otak yang beda dari anggota Kingdom Animalia lainnya, sehingga kehidupan kita nggak diatur oleh insting alami atau hukum rimba (survival of the fittest)&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan memberi kita kebebasan dan juga pilihan untuk menentukan tindakan kita&lt;br /&gt;dan dia baru berkuasa kalo kita menyerahkan diri kita seutuhnya sama dia...&lt;br /&gt;dengan begitu baru kita membiarkan Tuhan menyetir dan memegang kendali atas diri kita....&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan baru berkuasa atas manusia kalo manusia  itu sudah menyerahkan diri kepadaNya...&lt;br /&gt;nah kalo nggak begitu, sesesat apapun kita, susah buat Tuhan untuk mengubah diri kita apalagi mengatur...&lt;br /&gt;segitu baiknya Tuhan...padahal kalo mau dia bisa melumatkan kita kembali menjadi debu...tapi Dia ga suka pamer kekuatan...segitu besar cintaNya sama kita...sampe dia menghargai kita segitu rupa...&lt;br /&gt;makanya kebayang ga sih, sedihnya kalo Dia ngeliat umatnya ancur lebur kacau balau tapi dia ga bisa berbuat apa2 karena manusia2 itu pada sok hebat dan sok ngatur sendiri, ga sepenuhnya berserah kepada Dia dan membiarkan Dia memegang kendali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedangkan gw di mimpi itu...gw tau, gw bisa melihat dan mendengar, tapi gw ga bisa berbuat apa2. gw jg dihadapin sama keputusan sulit...apakah gw lebih memilih menyelamatkan seorang anak kecil yang tak berdosa ato banyak orang2 kaya yg judes sama gw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, jujur aja, gw gatau jawabannya. Gw pengen tau sih, bagaimanakah akhir dari ceritanya....&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sayang sekali....gw uda keburu bangun....gataunya uda siang banget....maklum gw kalo tidur kaya kebo.... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-5075843392601531448?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5075843392601531448/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=5075843392601531448' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/5075843392601531448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/5075843392601531448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/mimpi-ga-jelas-part-2.html' title='mimpi ga jelas (part 2)'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-9222983591730906143</id><published>2008-09-15T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:35:03.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimpi gue part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kemaren, hari minggu 14/09/08, seperti biasa gw tidur dengan kebonya...sampe sekitar jam 1 siang. hehehe.trus gw sempet mimpi gtu...tumben2nya gw mimpi...lumayan seru lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ceritanya, gw adalah sesosok orang yg ga jelas. pokoknya gw lagi berlibur di pantai. trus pantainya banyak pasirnya. trus gw nginep di bangunan tinggi yg bentuknya kotak banget. ada nggak ya, hotel kayak gitu? desainnya gak menarik amat sih!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;trus gw melihat ada sebuah kursi yang tinggi....banget. bener2 tinggi. di tengah2 pasir itu. trus ada oma2 duduk di atasnya. gw bingung banget. gw sempet inget di mimpi itu gw tanya ama mbak2 gitu "eh bener tuh itu gak pa pa?" trus si mbak nya itu bilang ga pa pa. trus gw masi bingung. pikiran gw berkecamuk bo. apa ga takut jatoh? gimana cara naek turunnya? gimana cara bongkar pasangnya? soalnya tu kursi emang cuman kursi kecil, joknya warna biru tua setrip2 putih, trus cuma disupport ama 4 kaki kayu berbentuk silinder yang panjaaaang banget warna coklat muda pucet. ga ada engsel ga ada apa. gw inget gw sempet nanya sekitar 3 kali dan jawapannya selalu gak pa pa. heran gw. trus pas gw tanya kenapa, katanya supaya dia bisa rileks dan menikmati pemandangan lautnya. wah gila juga... kalo gw yg kaya gitu si dijamin uda sport jantung. mau pipis juga susah. mau duduk ato bangun harus dijemput pake helikopter kali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Berhubung mimpi gw ga koheren, alias suka loncat2 ga jelas, (untung gwnya ga loncat2 sambil tidur, tapi kutu di kasur gw lagi hiper, toink, toink!!!) mimpi gw tiba2 pindah ke tempat laen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gw sama keluarga gw lagi di stasiun MRT. bagi yang ga tau, MRT itu singkatan dari Monyet Ringsek Tetangga. Nggak sih, itu tuh Mass Rapid Transportation, jd alat transportasi yang bisa jalan cepet dan memuat orang banyak. lawan katanya bajaj. uda lelet, gedek gedek, cuma muat paling 3 org termasuk sopir. itupun desek2an dan bau kringet. maaf ya kepada PABS (persatuan abang bajaj sedunia)...bukannya saya nyindir, tapi saya emang jujur, orang jujur pangkal subur, nggak jujur pangkal kejebur, nasi sudah jadi ubur ubur...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok d, balik ke jalan yg benar, sudah bertobat...amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;pokoknya stasiun itu dindingnya warna ijo muda pucet ato kuning pucet gitu, trus keretanya warna putih keabu2an ada garis merahnya gitu. Pas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2610346692254220265-9222983591730906143?l=randombubbletalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/feeds/9222983591730906143/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2610346692254220265&amp;postID=9222983591730906143' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/9222983591730906143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2610346692254220265/posts/default/9222983591730906143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randombubbletalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/mimpi-gue-part-1.html' title='Mimpi gue part 1'/><author><name>who am i?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02750943514745930417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vo-YEcokjFY/SQLlMhPyQjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8aosPYNJa-4/S220/Sherlock+Holmes+1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610346692254220265.post-1035971292101722385</id><published>2008-09-15T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:44:35.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overture</title><content type='html'>I envy some people who can really express their thoughts very well. 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