My dearest friend.. Nisa,

Do you still remember the time when we first met? It was at the FSRD hall, you were talking about your weight and how you could give everything in the world to shed 5 kg. It was very disturbing to hear that you want to loose weight. You looked so skinny at that time. That day you also told me that you love pink pigs. That day, I met a weird loving person just like me. A skinny insecure person who thinks they look like a pig, who loves pink pigs.

I met you again at Kentung’s place. I was asked to come to a party at embassy. You were there at the dressing room, wearing your lipstick. You couldn’t make a decision. You asked me which clothes to wear; you agreed with me and wore the red one. I also helped you with your make-up. I still have the picture of the three of us together. That day we promised ourselves that we would always go to every party together. I know a few new things about you that day, which I still love until this day. However the sweetest thing was, I realized that you have this distinctive way of dancing; when you dance you hop just like a rabbit. From then on I knew that not only I have gained a friend I also gained a sister.

The three of us would always turn to each other in good times and in need. I still remember how you would call me in the middle of the night and cry together to sleep, how you would never resist coming to the rescue when I was having a bad day and how you would defend me and make my mom proud by telling her how great I was at everything…

I had no idea you were that sick, Nis. You did not tell me that you were that sick. You said it’s was no big deal, I shouldn’t come to visit, you said it was contagious. You said that you had it last time and you will get through it this time.

The last time we talked was when I was at Ria’s fathers’ funeral. You did not even tell me that you were cared at the ICU for weeks.. You died at 5 pm; Monday, 21st January 2008. It was too late for me to see you for the very last time. I will never blame you for leaving without saying good bye. I know it was hard for you to tell me about all of this at that time. But I wished you did, and then I can listen about what ever you wanted to say. I can help you lift the heavy burden on your shoulders, I can be there for you, be the one at the different end of the seat for once.

Dearest Nisa, I truly miss your calls in the middle of the night. I truly miss pink pigs and your silly bunny dance. I will remember you as my friend, my sister, a part of my heart.

Mr Nasty: Do you ever feel you become the worst version of yourself? That a Pandora’s box of all the secret hateful parts, your arrogance, your spite your condescension has sprung open. Someone provokes you, instead of smiling and moving on you zing them.. Hellooo it’s Mr.Nasty….

Ms. Blank:  What happens to me when I get provoked my mind goes blank. Then I spend all night tossing and turning about what I should have said to the bottom dweller who recently belittled my existence.

Mr. Nasty:  But I must warn you that when you finally say the thing you mean to say, the moment you say it, remorse inevitably follows.

Quoted from: You’ve got Mail..

Adelie pinguins.. They spend their whole lives looking for that other pinguin, and when they meet them… they know, and they spend the rest of their lives together. Is it an analogy?

Aku mau berterimakasih buat anak-2 Semarang yang telah membuat liburanku menyenangkan!!! Hehehe. Yang pasti aku bakal sering-sering kesana nanti. You welcomed me like Iam your closest friend. Udah kangen lagi nih sama Pecel yang di simpang lima. Apalagi On-On hehehe.. Ga nyangka di semarang bisa liat tempat-tempat yang jauh lebih bagus dari Jakarta. Kenapa orang ga tau ya semarang kaya gini. Aku sampe takjub ngeliat rumah setan nya bagus Bgt. Sejak penjaga rumahnya bilang kalo ada beribu-ribu wanita dan gadis Indonesia yang di perkosa dan langsung dibunuh di basement sama prajurit aku jadi anti Sushi dan Raumen dan ga mau lagi beli produk JEPANG. Dasar Jepang Jahat!!! Ga ngehargain Wanita!! hehehe kok jadi curhat?  Makasih yaaaaaa buat semua nya,. Nanti kalo ada libur lagi aku mau kesana lagi yaaaa.. tapi harus jalan-2 lagi pokoknya !! ps: berhenti main RO kek!! ga penting BGT sih!! hahaha..

                   Faithful Elephants

(A True Story of Animals, People and War)

Yukio Tsuchiya

The cherry blossoms are in full bloom at the Ueno Zoo. Their
petals are falling in the soft breeze and sparkling in the sun. Beneath the
cherry trees, crowds of people are pushing to enter the zoo on such a beautiful
day.

Two
elephants are outside performing their tricks for a lively audience. While
blowing the trumpets with their long trunks the elephants walk along large
wooden logs.

Not
far from the cheerful square, there stands a tombstone. Not many notice this
monument for the animals that have died at the Ueno Zoo. It is quiet and
peaceful here, and the sun warms every corner.

One
day, an employee of the zoo, while tenderly polishing the stone, told me the
sad story of three elephants buried there.

He
said today there are three elephants in this zoo. But years ago, we had three
different elephants here. Their names were John, Tonky and Wanly. At that time,
Japan was at war. Gradually, the war had become more and more severe. Bombs
were dropped on Tokyo every day and night, like falling rain.

What
would happen if the bombs hit the zoo? If the cages were broken and dangerous
animals escaped to run wild through the city, it would be terrible! Therefore,
by command of the Army, all the lions, tigers, leopards, bears and big snakes
were poisoned to death.

By
and by, the came time for the three elephants to be killed. They began with
John. John loved potatoes, so the elephant keepers mixed poisoned potatoes with
the good ones when it was time to feed him. John, however, was a very clever elephant.
He ate the good potatoes, but each time he brought a poisoned potato to his
mouth with his trunk, he threw it to the ground.

“As
it seems there is no other way,” the zoo keepers said, “we must inject poison
directly into his body.”

A
large syringe, the kind used to give shots to horses, was prepared. But John’s
skin was so tough that the big needles broke off with a loud snap, one after
the other. When this did not work, the keepers reluctantly decided to starve
him to death. Poor John died seventeen days later.
    Then it was Tonky’s and Wanly’s turn to die. These two had gazed at people with loving eyes. they were sweet and gentle-hearted. The zoo keepers wanted so much to keep Tonky and Wanly alive that they thought of sending them to the zoo in Sendai, far north of Tokyo.

But
what if bombs fell on Sendai? What if the elephants got loose and ran wild
there? What would happen then?

Tonky
and Wanly, too were doomed to be killed at the Ueno zoo, just like all the
other animals.

The
elephant keepers stopped feeding Tonky and Wanly. As the days passed, the
elephants became thinner and thinner, weaker and weaker. Whenever a keeper
walked by their cage, they would stand up, tottering, as if to beg, ‘Give us
something to eat. Please, give us water!’ Their small, loving eyes began to
look like round rubber balls in their drooping, shrunken faces. Their ears
seemed too large for their bodies. The one big, strong elephants had become a
sad shape.

All this while,
the elephants’ trainer loved them as if they were his own children. He could
only pace in front of the cage and moan, ‘You poor, poor, pitiful elephants!’
One day, Tonky and Wanly lifted their heavy bodies, staggered to their feet,
and came close to their trainer. Squeezing out what little strength they had
left, Tonky and Wanly made their last appeal. They stood up on their hind legs
and lifted their front legs up as high as they could. Then, raising their
trunks high in the air, they did their banzai trick. Surely, their friend would
reward them with food and water as he used to do.

    The trainer could stand it no longer. ‘Oh, Tonky!
Oh, Wanly! he wailed, and dashed to the food shed. He carried food and pails of
water to them and threw it at their feet. ‘Here!’ he said, sobbing, and clung
to their thin legs. ‘Eat your food! Please drink. Drink your water!’

    All of the other
keepers pretended not to see what the trainer had done. No one said a word. The
director of the zoo just sat very still, biting his lip and gazing at the top
of his desk. No one was supposed to give the elephants any food. No one was
supposed to give them any water. But everyone was hoping and praying that if
the elephants could survive only one more day, the war might be over and the
elephants would be saved.

    At last, Tonky and Wanly
could not move. They just lay on their sides, hardly able to see the white
clouds floating in the sky over the zoo. However, their eyes appeared clearer
and more beautiful than ever.

    Seeing his
beloved elephants dying this way, the elephant trainer felt as if his heart
would break. He had no more courage to see them. All of the other keepers felt
the same, and they too stayed away from the elephants’ cage.

    Over
two weeks later, Tonky and Wanly were dead. Both died leaning against the bars
of their cage with their trunks stretched high in the air, still trying to do
their banzai trick for the people who once fed them.

    ‘The elephants
are dead! They’re dead!’ screamed the elephant trainer as he ran into the
office. He buried his head in his arms and cried, beating the desk top with his
fist.

The
rest of the zoo keepers ran to the elephants’ cage and stumbled in. They took
hold of Tonky and Wanly’s thin bodies, as if to shake them back to life.
Everyone burst into tears, then stroked the elephants’ legs and trunks in
sorrow.

Above
them, in the bright blue sky, the angry roar of enemy planes returned. Bombs
began to drop on Tokyo once more. Still clinging to the elephants, the zoo
keepers raised their fists to the sky and implored, ‘Stop the war! Stop all
wars!’

Later,
when the bodies of the elephants were examined nothing was found in their
washtub like stomachs - not even one drop of water.

With
tears in their eyes, the zoo keeper finished his story. “These three elephants
- John, Tonky and Wanly - are now resting peacefully under this monument.”

He
was still patting the tombstone tenderly as the cherry blossoms fell on the
grave, like snowflakes.

The comment:  

Building a
world without wars has been the greatesthuman ideal throughout history.
Unfortunately, it has never been accomplished.

Politicians,
diplomats, and military men possess the keys to achieving peace. The
responsibility should not, however, be left entirely to them when the threat of
nuclear war is as great as it is today.

I believe it is
absolutely necessary for each human being to work toward the prevention of war
and establishment of peace. The power of the individual is small, yet we
believe in the strength of the collective human energy, just as we know a drop
of water is the source of a great river.

For the past 22 years,
one of the things I have done is to read on television and radio, and to
include in my lectures, the story of the Faithful Elephants, written
thirty-seven years ago by Yukio Tsuchiya.

During the last stage
of World War II, Tokyo was often attacked from the air. At the city zoo, the
keepers, with tears in their eyes, had to kill many of the animals for fear
that they would run amuck in the town if the zoo was bombed directly. Faithful
Elephants describes how three elephants died at the Ueno Zoo in Tokyo at that
time.

My act of reading this
story seems trivial. However, twenty-two years of tenacious and continuing
sowing of the seeds of peace and the prevention of war are now bearing fruit.
Strongholds of peace have been built in the hearts of adults and children when they realize the sorrow,
misery, horror, and foolishness of war.

The biggest gift
adults can give children is to make public the complete history of and the
different viewpoints about war, and to help them consider how we can realize
the human ideal.

I hope this book will
be read throughout the world and that the seeds of peace and war prevention
will be sown. I hope that those seeds will soon bud, bloom and bear fine fruit.

Chieko Akiyama (Radio and Television commentator and
critic, Tokyo, 1988)

(Written in 1951 this book
is in the 70th edition in Japan.)

When I want to get the truth across you held yourself back.
When I want to get to you, you run away. When I want to tell you something you don’t
listen. When I want to help you won’t let me. Now you tell me. What do you want?
    

My Daily Routines:

• 5:30 am: “Mba’ air mandinya udah siap.” Then I will answer “IYA…” then still stealing time to have a snooze.
• 5:45 am: “UT…Bangun Ut… udah siang… UT, mandii!!!” still in my bed and fussy “Do you have to yell Ma’? IYAAA.” (Well this tells you that I’m not a morning person..)
• 5:47 am: In the bathroom, my eyes were still shut sitting in the closet trying to stay awake and force myself to take a quick bath.
• 6:00 am: “UT.. Buruan udah siang nih…UT… ngapain sih?” Argh! This is why I hate my sister in the morning. And stop calling me ‘UT’! After getting all that strains from my sister I got out the bathroom and search for my ugly school uniform.. Since when do teachers have to wear uniforms?
• 6:15 am: I call my boyfriend to make sure that he is awake and ask him if he can take me to school.. “Dei, bangun Dei. Anterin aku ke sekolah mau gak?” and he would answer with a heavy and sleepy voice, “Huh? Oh! Iya.”
• 6:16 am: Tidy up my stuff and make sure I don’t forget anything especially my work badge. 
• 6:20 am: Sip my hot tea in the dining table with mom and have a morning conversation.. Sometimes (if she is lucky) she would lure me to have a morning gossip. My mom would sneak chocolate with cheese toast in my bag to make sure that I’m well fed through the day.
• 6:30 am: Dea gave me a ring and said that he is outside ready to take me to work.
• 6:35 am: “Mut udah makan blum?” He would ask me this question every morning before work. Then he would turn right to a Warkop to eat Indomie Goreng pakai telor with teh panas on the side. I never tasted a Better mie goreng than this. It was perfectly cooked (this was the only thing that we agree on).
• 6:45 am: “Gosh! Im late.. Dei Punch the Gas!!”
• 6:55 am: Arrived in class. I am 10 minutes late and out of breath. I can see my dear partner sitting in our corner looking and greeting me happily and thankfully that I was in today.. I greeted her with the same feeling. I would die without her!
• 7 am: My little munchkins arriving one by one doing their own routines. “Ms Muti I forgot my home work!” “Ms Muti, good morning!” “Ms Mutiiiii….”
• 7:20 am: The class will always start with a greeting “Goooood morniiiing Ms Mutiiiii and Ms Erikaaaa.”
• 7:20-1:30: I will try and do my best and promise not to yell or curse or do anything foolish that would give my students nightmares these six hours, and eat whenever possible. What a Job! I would reasure myself in my mind, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job! Brain washing myself sometimes works!
• 1:45  pm: Give remedial reading and writing session to my slow learners.
• 2 pm: Go Gossiping with my partner about the day.
• 2:30 pm: If I get lucky, the teacher’s meeting or sharing is cancelled and I can start finishing my unfinished homework.
• 3:30 pm: Didi a colleague of mine calls me up and I would hear another heavy voice “Hei, are you going to class today? Bareng ya…?” then she would give me a pause and ask again “hey, done your homework yet?” By this time we both would be looking like walking prunes.
• 4:00 pm: Arrived at JIS with pains (back pains, stomach pains, head pains, you name it!). Ready for a long night of activities and lecturing. Boy, I wonder why I get so dedicated to children’s education!
• 7:30 pm: Class is over Hooray!! I got through the day! I can get so cheery just by thinking about this.
• 8:00 pm: Arrive at home take a nice hot bath, check my e-mails then do my other homework, journals what ever you name it! 
• 11:30 pm: I would wonder “Why me? Why me? Why me? Why do I get myself doing this
       load of work every single day?” “Thank God I’m not married and with children (yet!).” I would never get a hold of myself if I was and in this condition!
• 11:45 pm: Okay Mut, you’ve done all you can.. Go to bed! I Wash my face, my feet, and brush my teeth.
• 11:55 am: The Night Call Routine: "Hei, lagi apa? Udah makan? Ya udah aku mau tidur dulu ya. Aku gak kemana-2 kok.. Good night. Wov U 2. Bye"
• 12:00 am: “Dear God thank you for the blessing that you gave me today, Amen.” “And
       please God please give me a good dream this time.. Please, and please remind my sister not to yell in the morning.. Amen.”
• 12:15 am: I cant sleep.. E! Channel time. Gosh why all women here do is so good
       looking? I would change the channel to a more relaxing one.. Travel and living?!

12:30’sh: Zzzzzzzz…

Orang-orang yang menyeramkan:

• tukang gosipin orang
• pelit
• caper
• gila bokep apalagi yang udah gak normal…
• orang-orang yang bau badan… padahal udah usaha pake parfum, mandi berkali-2 tapi tetep bau..
• has an eyeliner tatoo
• gak punya alis
• tukang gigitin jari.. (do you know how many germs there are in your finger nails? more than in your feet)
• tukang ngeludah
• suka mabuk… out of control
• orang yang suka tiba-2 ngajak knalan (out of nowhere)….
• bermuka dua..
• musuh dalam selimut
• addicted to an illegal substance
• suka nyewa wts..
• fanatics
• brags about everything..
• yang suka main O2 Jam.. hahahaha..

The typical ‘road to Rangkas Bitung’ conversation with my cosin’s…
we got really bored on the road so, no wonder we came up with these idiotic
questions and answers..

Ayo… Ke Rangkas ngapain?

Agi: nyolong seng…
Audra:  makan kerang…
Muti: minum teh botol….

ayooo.. lagi… pertanyaan nya yang sama…

Ayo ke Rangkas Ngapain?

Agi: nyolong seng..
Audra: Makan kerang…
Muti: mgabis-ngabis-in uang…

….
Agi: Harus sama jawabannya, Nyet!!!
Muti: ooohhhh… (sudah tidak niat)
Agi: ulang lagi… (dengan muka kesal tetapi tetap optimis)

Agi: Ayo… Ke Rangkas ngapain?

Agi: nyolong seng…
Audra:  makan kerang…
Muti: minum teh botol….

Muti:.. can we just stop this… (tampang kesal)

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