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happy birthday ibu Kartini April 21, 2008

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Wish you were here….*

(*speechless and in tears)

going out with dad April 20, 2008

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In a drizzling Monday morning

A little princess laughed in the royal wagon

Sheltered under painted trees

With a huge rainbow as her colorful umbrella

Keeping warm with daddy’s smile as her invisible blanket

While her knight brother protected with a twig sword

Keeping her safe from dragons and vultures

Whose faces hidden in daylight

And masked in our daily basis ignorance…

 

The pouring rain has stopped

time to leave the shelter

Clickety clack…clickety clack….

Welcome aboard in the voyage of Daddy’s wagon 

 

 

locking up the human inside us April 13, 2008

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 Something surely went so wrong, I felt so sick and having nausea yesterday after reading Masseuses Say They’re Unbothered by Padlocked Pants, an article in The Jakarta Post.  As you know, the resort city in East Java, (m)Batu, has pioneered a padlocked pant for female masseuse, to avoid the possibility of genital contact with her (mostly) male costumers. 

 venus lock for panties

Sexual encounter between masseuses and their clients in the massage parlour is considered illegal here. But it happens frequently too. What silly is, instead of enforcing the law or coming up with new hi tech monitoring system, the gov’t chose to simply move back into Dark Age!

 

To “imprison” the female genital when the “owner” was not around to keep his eye was known centuries ago, the inhuman practice that thankfully has been vanished for a civilized reason. And suddenly, today, about a hundred years after our very own founding grandmothers paraded their bravery to the Indonesian very first female national meeting “Konggres Perempoean Indonesia” in 1928, established a perfect example for their unborn children, you and me today, how  to behave as civilized citizens; by speaking up, having participatation in public domain, and never let the authority telling you stupid stuff just because you are a woman, I had to read that very annoying article. Surely the pride given by those heroines seemed to end up in deaf ear in mBatu resorts…   But the worst part was the reaction of the victims, those female masseuses who said that they preferred being locked like that. Honey, what they have actually done to you?

 

 Photo : Venus lock,taken from Intisari Magazine

Desperately Looking for a New Jakarta April 5, 2008

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Let’s have fun today.

 

Hmmm, how about finding reason why the capital city should be moved from Jakarta to, say, Jayapura? There is for sure no polluted air to breath and the view is fantastically beautiful!

 

Well okay, maybe Jayapura is too far for you who already felt home in BSD (Bekasi Sonoan Dikit), Binjay (not Bintaro Jaya real estate but “Bekasi nJuga Siy”) or that nDepokcity Maharame.. . Its okay, this archipelago is still plenty of choices.

 

About an hour driving and snorkeling from Jakarta, we can surely move the capital to Lampung  where we can always count on the Gajah Lampung elephant army for helping our PSSI “almost always lost” soccer squad in the upcoming Sea games. Good idea, eh?

 

What? Lampung is still too far for those mBekasians? Ahhh, okay, I’ll check out my Google maps further. Hmmm, how about Seribu Islands in the north of Jakarta? It was proven perfect for drug dealers’ business, so it could be much efficient for the self claimed righteous people like our very own governments, right?

 

Yea, only our government and its enormous staff should move from Jakarta. You know, it feels really hurt when you are in an almost routine bumper to bumper traffic jam, and then, in the middle of nowhere there comes sirens, a sign for you to pull aside, for giving chance to a glossy black European imported posh car with two digits police number in red, the government’s car, and its bodyguards’. They never know how it feels being trapped in the traffic for more than an hour, as Jakartan commuters like me have in daily basis.

 

After they all leave to a new place, I will happily stay with my friends and families, selling bananas, dancing Javanese hula in Monas Park during full moon, and living ever after heh heh heh

 

Once the capital city is officially moved to a new place there will be no fear the President will be hijacked again by the seasonal flood during his tour of duty. We can finally say good bye to the continous traffic jam because of those frequent massive demonstrations to Senayan or Thamrin.  Their old building can always be sold as new malls or maybe Pak Ciputra finally fed up with those malls in town and started by build a real happy place for all Jakartans regardless with or without big bucks, such as libraries, museums, and of course, parks.

 

By the way, I have a big idea, how about selling the building of House of Representative in Senayan into a new hotel, where a particular room in it can be sold as tourist destinations titled “Maria Eva”. It would be another Vegas in real Tropic World, eh?

 

Oh, and don’t worry about the money. We are already in big debt for the next century, so why bother the increase?

 

What do you think? Should we start our own petition to relocate Jakarta to our glittering legislators? Would they give it a damn? Ahhhhh……..

 

Dream on, Baby!

 

Yea, I am living in a hollow dream….,ouch!