2x (dua kali/twice)

Légende du Millier de Temples de Prambanan

2011-09-24T09:00:00.000-07:00

Légende du Millier de Temples de Prambanan

C’était à l’époque du Millier de Temples de Prambanan. Il y a un chevalier nommé Bandung Bondowoso. Il tue un roi et demande à la princesse Lara Jonggrang de se marier. Elle ne veut pas l’épouser mais elle a peur de refuser. Elle lui demande pour que le chevalier construire un millier de temples en une nuit. Bandung Bondowoso appelle les esprits pour l’aider.

Juste avant que le soleil se lève, quand ils finissent le 999^e temple, Lara Jonggrang et les villageois font beaucoup de bruit. Les esprits s’enfuient parce qu’ils pensent que c’est déjà le matin. Bandung Bondowoso est fâché. Il jette un sort à la princesse. A l’instant, elle se change en temple. Donc, à la fin il y a un millier de temples.

En javanais, "mille temples" se dit Candi Sewu, qui est le nom d'un ensemble bouddhique qui se trouve au nord de Prambanan.

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Legend of The One Thousand Temples

This is a legend about the One Thousand Temples in Prambanan. There was a knight named Bandung Bondowoso. He killed a king and ask the princess, Lara Jonggrang, to marry him. She didn't want to marry the knight but she was afraid to refuse so she asked Bandung Bondowoso to build a thousand temples in one night. He asked the help of the demon spirits.

Just before the sun came up, when they had already finished 999 temples, Lara Jonggrang and the villagers made loud noises. The demon spirits fled because they thought it was already morning. The knight was furious. He cursed the princess and she turned into the final temple. In the end, there were one thousand temples.

Disclaimer: The pic is courtesy of Wikipedia. I don't own them.

Ratatouille

2011-08-13T14:49:00.000-07:00

(from The Good Housekeeping Illustrated Microwave Cookbook)

¼ cup olive or salad oil

1 large onion, diced

2 garlic cloves, minced

1 red or green pepper, cut into 1-inch pieces

1 medium eggplant, cut into 1-inch chunks

3 medium zucchini, cut into 1-inch chunks

2 teaspoons salt

2 teaspoons oregano

1 teaspoons sugar

2 large tomatoes, each cut into 8 wedges

2 tablespoons tomato paste

Basil leaves for garnish

1. In 13” by 9” microwave-safe baking dish, place oil, onion, and garlic. Cook on high (100% power) 3 to 4 minutes, until onion softens, stirring halfway through cooking.

2. Stir in red or green pepper, eggplant, and zucchini. Cook, covered, on High 10 to 12 minutes, until eggplant and zucchini are slightly softened, stirring twice during cooking.

3. Into eggplant mixture, stir salt, oregano, sugar, tomatoes, and tomato paste. Cook on High 15 to 18 minutes, until vegetables are tender and juices thicken slightly, stirring occasionally.

4. Spoon ratatouille onto serving platter; serve hot or cover and refrigerate to serve chilled later; garnish before serving.

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RATATOUILLE

¼ cup minyak zaitun

1 buah bawang bombay yang besar dipotong dadu, kalau kecil pake 2 buah

2 siung bawang putih dicincang, biasanya aku pakai 3 siung

1 buah paprika merah atau hijau, dipotong-potong jadi 1 inchi, biasanya aku tidak pakai karena keluargaku tidak suka paprika

1 buah terong ungu ukuran sedang, dipotong kotak-kotak 1 inchi, biasanya aku pakai 2 terong ukuran sedang untuk mengkompensasi karena tidak pakai paprika & zucchini

3 buah zucchini ukuran sedang, dipotong kotak-kotak 1 inchi, aku jarang pakai karena warung dekat rumah tidak jual zucchini

2 sdt garam

2 sdt oregano kering

1 sdt gula pasir

2 buah tomat besar, masing-masing dipotong memanjang jadi 8 bagian

2 sdm pasta tomat, biasanya aku pakai jauh lebih banyak, sesuka hati

Daun basil untuk garnish, aku jarang pakai karena tidak penting-penting amat

1. Dalam pinggan tahan panas ukuran sedang, masukkan minyak zaitun, bawang Bombay, dan bawang putih. Masak dalam microwave, selama 2 menit, aduk-aduk, masak lagi 2 menit.

2. Masukkan paprika, terong, dan zucchini. Masak dalam microwave, selama 4 menit, aduk, masak lagi 4 menit, aduk lagi, masak lagi 4 menit sampai terong dan zucchini agak lunak.

3. Masukkan garam, oregano, gula, tomat, dan pasta tomat. Masak dalam microwave, selama 5 menit, aduk, masak lagi 5 menit, aduk lagi, masak lagi 5 menit sampai sayurannya empuk.

4. Sajikan hangat atau tutup dan simpan di kulkas untuk disajikan dinging. Garnish dengan daun basil sebelum disajikan.

*Semua tahap memasak dengan microwave untuk resep ini dalam setting panas maksimum (High)

**Font warna ungu adalah adaptasiku terhadap resep ini

Azur

2011-03-14T19:13:00.000-07:00

This poem is dedicated to the people in BBC who gave us 'Planet Earth' & 'Life'.

AZUR

At first glance
Zero movement
Unexpectedly a school of fish pass by
Race of the creatures of the blue sea
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Ce poème est dédié aux gens qui nous a donné «Océans» par Jacques Perrin et Jacques Cluzaud.

AZUR

Au premier coup d'œil
Zero mouvement, mais
Une bande des poissons passent
Race des créatures de la mer azur

TWO WORDS

2009-06-01T09:46:00.000-07:00

This is a wedding gift for my friend, Ira.
This story is part facts, mostly fiction. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the song “Two Words” sung by Lea Salonga. Nor do I own the songfic "Two Words" by Jiru-senpai.
Words in blue are lyrics of the song "Two Words" by Lea Salonga.
You can watch the video of that song in the video bar on the left. Click on the picture of a blue rose.

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In a while, in a word

Every moment now returns

(Flashback)

“Hello, Ira?” His soft voice called her name.

She held the phone tightly to her ear. “Yes, this is she. How can I help you?” She tried to hide her sobs.

He paused before he said, “This is Iko. I just wanted to know how you are doing.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t talk right now.” Her voice was trembling.

For a while, seen or heard

How each memory softly burns

His voice was full of concern as he said, “Okay, I’ll call again soon.”

She was about to hang up, when, suddenly, he asked, “Mmm, Ira?”

“Yes?”

“Whenever you need me, I’ll be here.”

“Thank you.”

(End of Flashback)

Facing you who brings me new tomorrows

I thank God for yesterdays

How they led me to this very hour

How they led me to this place

“Ira.”

She looked up, breaking free from her daydream, and saw her love before her. He looked into her eyes, lingering there as if there was no tomorrow. His lips turned into a small genuine smile, and he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

(Flashback)

Every touch, every smile

You have given me in care

Keep in heart always I’ll now be treasuring everywhere

She had just put her white coat on the back of a chair, when, suddenly, her cell phone rang.

“Hello, Ira?” It was the same kind voice as before.

“Yes, this is she.” She didn’t know why, but her lips turned into a smile. The first true smile in a month.

“Ira, are you still in the hospital?”

She was amused. “How did you know?”

“I’ve just been to your house. Your mother told me that you had gone to work to cover for another doctor.”

She smiled again. “I see that my mom has told you everything.”

“That’s not all. She also told me that you haven’t eaten dinner. So, now I’m in the parking lot, delivering your meal.”

“What?”

“Can I see you now? Or do I have to get hurt before I can enter the ER?”

“You can come here. I don't have a patient at the moment. I’m not busy.”

She met him by the receptionist's desk. He handed her a food container. She opened the lid and let the steam from the soup escape.

She inhaled the aroma. “Smells delicious.”

He grinned. “Your mother said it’s your favorite.”

“It is.”

He didn’t let her finish her sentence. “Ira, I just want to offer my condolences for the loss of your sister. I didn’t know. The other day I called at the worst possible time, didn’t I?”

She shook her head. “No. You reminded me that I still have friends. Friends who care.”

A nurse called out to her. “Doctor, there’s a call from ICU.”

Ira thanked the nurse and took the phone. Iko gestured goodbye and went towards the door in long strides.

She finished her phone conversation and called to him. “Iko!”

He was standing by the doorway, waiting for what she had to say.

She took a deep breath and said, “Thank you.” She gave him her sincerest smile, hoping he would understand.

And if life should come to just one question

Do I hold each moment true

No trace of sadness, always with gladness

I do

(End of Flashback)

She could hear a song in her heart. This was it. This was the moment she had been waiting for.

Now a song that speaks of now and ever

Beckons me to someone new

Unexpected, unexplored, unseen

Filled with promise coming through

She looked at him and saw that he showed no doubt of her love. And she knew, wholeheartedly, that he loved her, too.

(Flashback)

In a while, in a word

You and I forever change

Love so clear never blurred

Has me feeling wondrous strange

He walked towards her in calculated steps and stopped in front of her. He gazed at her for a long time until he reached out for something behind him. There, held between his fingers, was a red long-stemmed rose.

She looked at his face, then to the rose, and back to his face. She felt love warmed her heart. But he still held her gaze, waiting patiently for her to comprehend.

Then she saw it.

No words needed to be said. A wide, yet watery, smile rose to her face, and he accepted it with an earnest smile of his own.

And if life should come to just one question

Do I face each moment true

No trace of sadness, always with gladness

I do

(End of Flashback)

He finished his vows and shook her father’s hand. She looked at her new husband and saw his tense expression. She gave him a teasing smile and he started to relax.

All her memories with him flashed in front of her, culminating in this moment, a memory that was soon to be. She gave a deep sigh and looked up at him, her future.

Never with sadness, always with gladness

I do.

And they live happily ever after.

THE END

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Author's Notes: This songfiction is an adaptation from a fanfiction by Jiru-senpai. She granted me permission to use her fic. If you want to read the original fic, this is the link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4200396/1/Two_Words

I would also like to thank Mockingbyrds_Tune for her beta.

Disclaimer: I took the picture of the happy couple from http://www.ewedding.com/sites/iraiko19071430h/

Transjakarta a.k.a. Busway

2009-05-28T08:13:00.000-07:00

Beberapa tahun yang lalu Pemda DKI meresmikan Bis Transjakarta alias Busway sebagai salah satu moda transportasi umum. Bukan, gue bukan mau mengevaluasi keberhasilan program itu. Gue cuma mau mengucapkan selamat kepada teman kantor gue, Kiky, yang akhirnya naik Bis Transjakarta untuk pertama kalinya kemarin. SELAMAT! He3x, gue gak bermaksud mengejek dia kok. Kiky sendiri yang bilang hal ini perlu ditulis di blog gue. Gue pikir itu ide bagus. Jadi, inilah dia. Btw ini tiketku sendiri. Kebetulan tanggalnya sama dengan tiketnya Kiky.
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A few years ago Jakarta's local government introduced a new public transport system. It is called Transjakarta. But people are more familiar with the term Busway. No, I'm not going to discuss about the bus. I just want to congratulate my friend, Kiky, who took that bus for the first time yesterday. CONGRATS! For you dear readers, please don't think bad about me. She was the one who came up with the idea to write it in this blog. So, Kiky, I dedicate this post to you. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I took the pic from www.creativesore.wordpress.com.

Baked Potato Recipe

2009-05-14T23:19:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer: The recipe is not mine. I copied it from http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Microwave-Baked-Potato/Detail.aspx
I put it here because my friend asked me about this recipe.

Microwave Baked Potato

INGREDIENTS
1 large russet potato
1 tablespoon butter or margarine
3 tablespoons shredded Cheddar cheese
salt and pepper to taste

DIRECTIONS
Scrub the potato, and prick several time with the tines of a fork. Place on a plate.
Cook on full power in the microwave for 5 minutes. Turn over, and continue to cook for 5 more minutes. When the potato is soft, remove from the microwave, and cut in half lengthwise. Season with salt and pepper, and mash up the inside a little using a fork. Top the open sides with butter and 2 tablespoons of cheese. Return to the microwave, and cook for about 1 minute to melt the cheese.
Top with remaining cheese and serve.
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Ita, ini resepnya. Gak sama persis, tapi kurang lebihnya sama.

Kentang Panggang pake Microwave

Bahan
1 buah kentang (katanya paling bagus russet, tapi pake kentang apa aja bisa)
1 sdm mentega/margarin
3 sdm parutan keju cheddar (biasanya gue pake keju Kraft Quick Melt)
garam & merica secukupnya

Cara Membuat
Cuci bersih kentang, gosok dengan sikat, keringkan. Tusuk-tusuk dengan garpu, jarak sekitar 2 cm. Letakkan di piring untuk microwave.
Masak dengan panas maksimal selama kurang lebih 5 menit (kalo gue sih 4 menit cukup). Balik, masak lagi 5 menit. Balik, panas dikurangi sampai setengahnya (medium), masak selama 2 menit. Setelah kentang menjadi lunak, keluarkan dan buat irisan pada bagian tengah kentang, jangan sampai terbelah menjadi dua. Tekan bagian yg tidak teriris sampai kentang merekah.Taburkan garam & merica (gue sih nggak) & beri parutan keju (yg Quick Melt). Masukkan lagi ke microwave, masak dengan panas medium selama 1-2 menit (jangan lama2, ntar kering). Bisa ditambahkan cacahan paprika, brokoli, potongan ayam, baso, sosis, daging asap (intinya: terserah, sesuai selera).
Hidangkan. Selamat Makan :P

Emergency Hotline???

2009-05-12T01:51:00.000-07:00

On Saturday I went with my family by car. We took the Jagorawi toll road. At Km.2 an ambulance tried to pass a tanker truck but it swerved to the right instead. It tipped over and skidded across the road, stopping right in front of our car. Thankfully the ambulance only carried one passanger & the driver. The passanger had lacerations on his arm & head, but nothing major. I immediately ran to the ambulance & soon other people showed up, trying to help. It's nice to know that people still care about each other.
After making sure that noone was seriously injured & had been taken to a safe place, we tried to call the emergency hotlines: 118 (ambulance), 110 (police), & the toll road hotline. But none got through. My sister even called 108 (information). The operator suggested her to call the police number & she tried it. Alas, noone answered.
Fortunately the accident the other day was not very serious, but what if it was & we couldn't contact the emergency services?
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Sabtu kemarin gue pergi sama keluarga gue naik mobil, lewat tol Jagorawi. Di Km.2 ada mobil ambulans yg mencoba mendahului mobil tanki yg berada paling kiri. Tapi ambulans itu malah miring ke kanan, terbalik, & meluncur ke sisi paling kanan. Berhentinya pas depan mobil gue. Alhamdulillah gak ada korban jiwa. Ambulansnya gak lagi bawa pasien. Penumpangnya luka lecet di lengan & kepala, tapi gak ada luka berat. Gak lama kemudian para penumpang mobil lain & warga sekitar berdatangan utk memberi pertolongan. Masih ada yg peduli dengan sesama, ya? Jadi terharu.
Kami gue nyoba telpon ke nomor2 darurat, misalnya 118 (ambulans), 110 (polisi), & info jln tol, tapi gak ada yg ngangkat. Adek gue sampe nelpon 108 segala. Operator 108 menyarankan menghubungi nomor polisi. Tapi wkt dicoba juga gak diangkat. Gimana sih?
Untung kemaren kecelakaannya tdk terlalu parah. Sangat disayangkan, Jakarta, ibu kota negara ini, sistem bantuan gawat daruratnya masih kacau. Kapan bisa kyk 911 di US ya?

no book shop in Biak

2008-10-07T21:54:00.000-07:00

Selama di Papua gue jarang baca kecuali buku pelajaran. Mau gimana lagi? Adanya cuma itu. Karena mo kerja di daerah, mikirnya bawa buku kedokteran yang banyak, jadi kalo ada apa-apa bisa cari di buku. Gak kepikir bawa novel atau bacaan lain.

Ternyata di Papua jarang ada toko buku. Gramedia cuma satu, di Jayapura. Toko buku lain cuma jual buku rohani. Kalo udah mentok banget biasanya gue beli majalah di Supermarket Hadi. Itu aja dengan berat hati, karena pilihannya terbatas (biasanya Femina atau Cita Cinta) dan harganya jauh di atas harga Pulau Jawa. Bahkan masih di atas harga yg disarankan untuk Indonesia Timur.

Kalo mau yg agak murah ada koran. Tapi ya telat gitu deh. Kompas edisi Kamis adanya hari Sabtu atau Minggu. Telatnya dua hari atau lebih. Tapi gitu-gitu ya tetap aja ada yg beli. Kalo mau yg up-to-date ada Cenderawasih Pos. Sebenernya ada satu koran lagi, tapi gue lupa namanya. Pokoknya koran Papua. Masalahnya, koran-koran itu cetakannya kurang bagus, tintanya mbleber. Gak enak buat tangan & kurang resik dipandang. Oh ya, bahkan koran lokal pun kadang-kadang telat sehari.

Saran gue kalo ada yg mo bepergian apalagi kerja di Papua, bawalah sendiri bahan bacaan favorit kalian. Gak bisa mengandalkan internet aja, karena belum tentu di daerah tempat tinggalmu ada sinyal atau listrik.
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When I was in Papua I didn’t read much except for medical books. What can I say? They’re all I got. Since I was working in a remote area I thought it would be a good idea to bring along some textbooks. It never crossed my mind to bring a novel or something.

It turned out that there’s not many book shop in Papua. The only Gramedia book store is in Jayapura. An hour flight from Biak. So I bought magazines in Hadi Supermarket. Not many to choose either. Usually Femina or Cita Cinta. And the price. Oh my! They’re way above the recommended price.

If you want something cheaper you can always go for the newspapers. But they’re 2 or 3 days late. For real! Even the local papers like Cenderawasih Pos was sometimes late.

My suggestions to all of you who wants to go to Papua, bring along your own favorite literature! You can’t always count on the internet since you’re not guaranteed to get electricity.

Rosiondi Beach

2008-10-02T11:47:00.001-07:00

Gue & teman2 gue 2x ke Rosiondi. What’s so special about that place? Pantainya curam. Langsung drop off. Jd lo masuk air langsung laut dalam. Biasanya di pantai yg lain kan hrs berenang agak jauh dulu, pake ngelewatin bulu babi segala. Kalo ini langsung dalam, gak keliatan apa2, warna biru doang. Serem juga.

Sebenernya di foto ada gambar ikannya. Keliatan gak?

Spt biasa teman2 kecil kami ikut ke sana. Mereka hebat loh. Nyelam gak perlu pake kacamata renang. Apa matanya gak sakit tuh kena air laut? Udh biasa kali. Apalagi Gati. Udh kyk ikan aja. Dialah andalan gue kalo gue nyari temen bwt snorkeling di laut.

Yg satu lagi foto Karel. Dia lagi mo berburu ikan.

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My friends & I went to Rosiondi Beach twice. What's so special about that place? Well, it's a drop off. You don't have to go far to be at the deep sea. It was so deep, I couldn't see the ocean floor. Another advantage, no sea urchin in sight.

Our little friends were there also. They were really good swimmers. They didn't need any goggle or mask to protect their eyes. I think they're used to salt water.

go green???

2008-10-02T11:28:00.000-07:00

Waktu itu gue beli majalah National Geographic Indonesia (NGI) yg edisi khusus ttg Perubahan Iklim. Di dalamnya ada bonus. Semacam poster ttg bagaimana kita bisa mengurangi emisi CO2 di rumah.
Menurut gue ironis, krn walaupun majalah itu membahas ttg pelestarian lingkungan (yg pastinya termasuk mengurangi sampah, terutama yg sulit terurai di alam) tapi majalahnya dibungkus plastik. Udah gitu pake ada lapisan karton tebal yg sptnya utk menjaga spy posternya gak lecek.
Setau gue kalo NG yg dari luar gak pake karton segala. Langsung aja dilipat rapi trus diselipin di dalam majalahnya, jadi gak perlu takut lecek. Kalo gak salah juga gak pake plastik. Kenapa majalah di Indonesia pake plastik?

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I think it's an irony that National Geographic Indonesia, special edition about Climate Change, was wrapped in plastic. Furthermore, there was a poster inside. In order not to wrinkle it they inserted a thick card. Isn't it a waste? Why didn't they just fold the poster & tuck it neatly inside the magazine?

Happy Id Fitr

2008-10-02T08:55:00.000-07:00

Selamat Lebaran, mohon maaf lahir & batin.

Tahun ini gue gak bisa shalat. Sayang sekali. Tapi gue tetap datang ke lapangan. Sunahnya kan gitu. Manfaatin kesempatan foto kan gpp to? Kapan lagi liat ikan melayang2 di udara bersama Doraemon & Ultraman?

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Happy Id Fitr.

Can you see the fishes floating in the air? With Doraemon & Ultraman?

Holiday Dinner

2008-10-02T08:18:00.000-07:00

Setiap Lebaran keluarga gue nggak pernah masak. Tapi di meja makan selalu tersedia menu lengkap Lebaran. Ketupat, sambel goreng, opor, semur. Sampe tape uli segala ada. He3x itu semua kiriman tetangga. Gak selalu selengkap itu sih. Tergantung tahun ini mereka masak apa. Misalnya kadang ada rendang, kadang nggak. Mereka ngirimnya juga dikit2, seporsi-seporsi. Tapi tiap orang ngirimnya sama, jadinya kan banyak juga. Ada untungnya tinggal di kampung yg silaturahminya msh ada. Ini bukan satu arah kok. Beberapa hari sebelumnya keluarga gue ngirim kue ke para tetangga sekitar.

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Each year on Id Fitr our neighbors send us their holiday cooking. Ketupat, sambel goreng, opor, semur. Every household sent only a small amount of each cooking. But their meals were identical so in the end we got plenty of leftovers for the next few days.

eating sea urchin

2008-09-06T17:36:00.000-07:00

Gue maem bulu babi! Itu kan bukan babi, jadi gak haram lah ya. :)

Yang gue makan jenisnya beda dng yg pernah nusuk gue. Bagian yg bisa dimakan juga cuma dikit. Gonadnya aja.

Rasanya? Yah, bukan gak enak. Tapi dibilang enak juga nggak. Wkt makan mentah langsung dari laut rasanya asin. Setelah dimasak gak terlalu kerasa. Pernah dicampur omelet, dimasak sama buncis, malah pernah juga diulek bareng sambel. Sambelnya jadi lebih kental. Tapi rasanya biasa aja. Ya rasa sambel.

Btw Ocha sakit perut setelah makan bulu babi. Tapi gue & David nggak. Jadi makan apa nggak? Terserah.

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I've eaten sea urchin! It didn't taste bad. But I wouldn't say it tasted great either.

I've told you before that i was stung by them. Twice. So when I heard that you can eat them, well, why the hesitation? I went to the sea with my friends & collected some of those little monsters. Actually, the ones I ate were different from the ones that stung me.

The edible part is the gonad. I've tried it raw & cooked. When it's fresh from the sea it only tasted salty. When it's cooked, it tasted indistinctly. Maybe my tongue is not sensitive to it. So? Well, I don't recommend this particular meal but I'm not saying you shouldn't try it. Perhaps you'll find it delicious, like some people I read on the net when I was searching for a sea urchin recipe.

By the way, my friend had some digestive problems after consuming sea urchin whilst i didn't.

i got stung by sea urchin (again)

2008-07-25T00:59:00.000-07:00

gue kena bulu babi LAGI! heran gue. yg dulu gara2 sandal lepas trus panik, jadi nginjak makhluk2 hitam itu. yg kemarin beda. waktu lagi jalan di laut tnyt di depan gue ladang bulu babi menghadang. krn air sdh sepinggang, gue putuskan berenang. lebih aman. tapi krn baru belajar, jd berenangnya blm jago. kaki gue bukannya sejajar permukaan air malah agak turun ke bawah pas airnya dangkal & di bawahnya ada bulu babi yg durinya panjang2. alhasil tertusuklah lutut gue.
gue cepat2 manggil David yg lagi nyelam di drop off. untung dengar. kmdn dia menyelam di depan gue, nunjukkin jalan yg relatif bebas bulu babi. akhirnya gue sampai di pantai dengan selamat. eh, si Slamet itu anaknya siapa ya?
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i got stung by sea uchin AGAIN! the first time because i panicked when i lost my flip-flop. the second one was because i bent down my knee when i was swimming above the little monster. when i felt pain in my knee i immediately searched for a safe area & stood up. after evaluating the black spots i called out to David who was (luckily) nearby. he then guided me back to the beach safely.

snorkeling

2008-07-17T20:52:00.000-07:00

mumpung lagi di Papua yg lautnya keren bgt, gue coba snorkeling. di Biak ada istilah molo-molo. maksudnya menyelam sambil mencari ikan. kalo gue sih lebih tepat disebut ngintip-ngintip. jadi gue berdiri di laut yg gak terlalu dalam, trus nyemplungin kepala ke dalam air. kan pake masker snorkeling, jadi bisa liat pemandangan di bawah laut. he3x :) kalo teman2 sih jago berenang, jadi mereka nyelam ke drop off. jadi ngiri.
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in Papua, the under water scenery is very beautiful. it's great for snorkeling. i'm still learning to swim, so when my friends dive to the drop off area, i just stand in shallow water, putting on a snorkel mask, & dip my head into the water :) it's very beautiful. just watch out for the sea urchins.

greetings from Biak, Papua

2008-07-10T20:39:00.000-07:00

Gue udah lama bgt gak ngisi blog. Ini krn sjk April 2008 gue ptt di Biak, Papua. Gak sempat ke warnet. Boro2 warnet. Telpon aja susah. Gue ptt ST (sgt terpencil) jadi dpt pkm (puskesmas) yg bnr2 sgt terpencil. Gak dpt sinyal HP & sinyal tv. Radio aja kyknya cuma RRI. Dpt listrik aja udah syukur Alhamdulillah.
Skrg gue lagi di kota. Ngenet sebentarlah. Inbox gue udh penuh. Gue juga melewatkan banyak ultah teman. Maaf. Happy Belated Birthday to you all. Btw gambar di samping adlah dinkes kabupaten. Puskesmas gue yg catnya putih.
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I haven't posted anything for quite a while. It's because since April 2008 I work in Biak, a small island in the Papua Province in Eastern Indonesia. I work in a public health center in a remote area. I couldn't make a phone call, let alone going to the internet. There's no telephone/television signal. I was lucky to have electricity. Some friends got less.
Now I'm in town. So I can check on my e-mails. Happy Belated Birthday to those of you whose birthdays I missed.

dogs

2008-03-14T11:31:00.000-07:00

Sebenernya mo cerita ttg wkt gue ke Solo, tapi sayang seribu sayang, kabel konektor kamera ke komputer dibawa pacar adek gue. Jadi kapan2lah ya.

Yang ada sekarang foto2 anjing2 (beneran anjing) peliharaan Oom & Tante gue. Ga apa2, ya?

Yang coklat namanya Brownie (atau Broni ya?) you can call him Bro. Yang satu rivalnya dalam berebut kasih sayang (dan makanan) dari keluarga itu. Namanya Roger. Kata temen gue jenisnya pomme.

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Actually I wanted to post some pics & blog about my travel to Solo last week, but i can't transfer the pics from my sister's camera to the computer since the connector's at her boyfriend's place. So I'll post them some other time.

The ones I have now are pics of my uncle & aunt's dogs. Brownie & Roger (my friend said he's a pomme). They compete in everything. Love, affection, & sometimes food.

dinner on valentine's day

2008-02-19T08:12:00.000-08:00

Ngapain aja waktu Valentine’s Day? Gue gak ngapa-ngapain. Gak penting. Tapi khusus di “hari kasih sayang” kemarin (kasih sayang kok cuma sehari?) gue makan malam sama seorang cowok cakep & imut. Karena hari itu hujan terus, udaranya dingin, gue jadi pengen maem yang anget. Kebetulan ada persediaan PopMie. Sebenernya gue jarang banget makan gituan. Gue selalu bilang sama pasien, terutama yang anak kecil supaya jangan sering-sering makan mie instan. Gak baik untuk kesehatan. Waktu lagi nyiapin mie, Ian datang. Biasalah, dia selalu ingin tahu apa yang lagi dimakan orang. Gue ambilin aja biskuitnya di kulkas. Tapi dia nolak. Dia maunya PopMie gue. Tau gak, anak kecil tuh gampang dibohongi loh. Gue ambil sepotong kecil biskuit, pura-pura dicelup ke mie, trus gue suapin. Langsung dia makan! Gak lama kemudian dia minta lagi. Begitu terus sampe mie gue & biskuitnya habis. Jadi begitulah, pada hari Valentine yang dingin kemarin gue makan malam bareng Ian.
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What did you do on Valentine’s Day? Went to a romantic candle light dinner with your boyfriend? Well, I had something very similar. It was raining. I wanted to eat something warm to ward off the cold, so I opened a packet of instant noodles. For the record, I don’t eat instant noodles often. Maybe once in a month. I always tell my patients not consume them too much. It’s not good for your health, you know. When I was preparing my meal, Ian came. He always wants to know what other people eat & if possible to have some too. It was no different. He wanted to have a taste of my noodles, but I couldn’t let him. So I went to the fridge & took out a packet of crackers, HIS packet of crackers, to be exact. What do you know, he refused. He wanted only the noodles. Let me tell you, little kids can be so stubborn sometimes. But they’re also very easy to lie to. I cracked the biscuits into little pieces, pretended to dip a piece in the noodles, then gave it to him. He ate it quickly and not long after that he asked for more. So that’s how I spent my Valentine’s Day. Sharing dinner with a very gorgeus boy named Ian.

The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas

2008-02-19T08:01:00.000-08:00

Baru-baru ini gue baca novel “The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas” by John Boyne. Buku itu terbitan GPU. Terjemahannya bagus. Di situ tertulis alih bahasa oleh Rosemary Kesauli. Well, she did a great job. Bukunya sendiri tentang seorang anak laki-laki, Bruno, anak seorang komandan yang bertugas di sebuah kamp konsentrasi bagi para Yahudi (kalo menurut Bruno, nama tempatnya “Out-With”). Yang gue salut banget, penulisnya tetap mempertahankan sudut pandang si anak tadi sepanjang cerita, kecuali di epilognya. Tapi bener deh, jarang loh penulis yang bisa setia dengan sudut pandang orang pertama, karena di pertengahan cerita seringnya si penulis udah nggak sabar ingin menjelaskan peristiwa yang dialami tokohnya dengan sejelas-jelasnya jadi tiba-tiba cerita berubah dari sudut pandang orang ketiga. Risiko pendekatan ini adalah kita tidak langsung ngerti apa yang sebenarnya terjadi terhadap para tokoh cerita itu karena pengetahuan kita terbatas pada apa yang dilihat dan didengar serta dipikirkan Bruno yang notabene anak kecil. Kita hanya bisa menebak-nebak. Gue akui setelah membaca beberapa bab baru gue paham apa maksud ceritanya. Kata "holocaust" sama sekali gak disebut-sebut. Di sampul belakang (yang biasanya ada resensinya) tertulis “…sengaja tidak diberikan ringkasan cerita, supaya tidak merusak keseluruhannya.” Eh, berarti gue udah merusaknya, ya? Maaf deh. Spoilernya nggak banyak kok. Tertulis juga gini, “Kalau Anda membaca buku ini, Anda akan mengikuti perjalanan seorang anak lelaki umur 9 tahun bernama Bruno (Meski buku ini bukanlah buku untuk anak kecil).” Untuk menegaskannya, ada juga tulisan “Novel Dewasa.”
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I recently read the novel “The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas” by John Boyne. In Indonesia it was published by GPU. The translation was good, done by Rosemary Kesauli. The book was about a boy named Bruno, son of the head of a military camp (according to him, the place was called “Out-With”). The word Holocaust is never mentioned. The writer used first person-point of view all through the book, except in the epilogue. It’s rare to find an author so faithfull with it in the entire story. (Not even Jane Austen, my favorite writer ever! I love Persuasion.) That left us wondering the whole time, what was actually going on with Bruno, since we only know what he knows. Only after a few chapters I understood where the story was going. At the back cover it was written, “…we don’t give reviews so not to spoil the whole story.” Oops, I’ve ruined it. Sorry.

Note: The pics was grabbed from amazon.co.uk & amazon.com

will condoms make me fat?

2008-02-04T22:55:00.000-08:00

**Cerita berikut ini adalah kisah nyata, bukan lucu-lucuan**
Sekarang kita hidup di era yang sudah sangat terbuka. Majalah khusus pria dewasa yang murni bikinan lokal dan yang waralaba dari luar bebas dijual di mana-mana. Di media massa sering ada iklan kondom aneka merk dan rasa. Diskusi seks di TV udah nggak aneh lagi.
Jadi gue heran banget waktu di klinik (di Jakarta!) ada bapak-bapak yang datang dan bertanya, “Kondom bikin gemuk nggak?” He?!? Barusan gue nggak salah denger, kan? Emang kondomnya mo dimakan apa gimana? Setelah ditanya lebih lanjut, barulah si Bapak menjelaskan duduk perkaranya (perkara kok bisa duduk, ya?).
Setelah punya dua anak, istrinya menjadi akseptor KB suntik selama beberapa tahun. Tapi masalahnya berat badan si Istri bertambah terus. Dia menyalahkan KB suntiknya dan menolak suntik lagi. Dia ingin pakai kondom saja. Tapi kemudian muncul pertanyaan, apakah kondom tidak akan menyebabkan kegemukan seperti KB suntik? Mereka beneran polos apa mo ngetes gue doang, sih?
Akhirnya gue jelaskan bahwa memang benar salah satu efek samping KB suntik adalah peningkatan berat badan. Gue juga menjelaskan tentang pilihan-pilihan kontrasepsi lain yang tersedia. Misalnya pil KB dan IUD. Tapi menurut si Bapak, istrinya tidak mau itu semua. Dia hanya menginginkan kondom. Eh, kalimat barusan lucu, ya? Ulang lagi ah. Istrinya hanya menginginkan kondom.
Setelah yakin bahwa kondom tidak menyebabkan kegemukan, dia mengajukan pertanyaan terlucu no. 2 hari itu: Gimana cara make kondom? Dia bilang dia belum pernah lihat dan sama sekali tidak tahu cara pakainya. Gubrak. Hari gini gak ngerti kondom? Gue sempet mikir, apa Bapak ini ngerjain gue, ya? Jangan-jangan ada kamera tersembunyi di suatu tempat.
Kebetulan di klinik (yang juga rumah bersalin) tersedia berbagai alat kontrasepsi. Dari pil, injeksi, sampai spiral. Ternyata kondom juga ada. Gue buka satu, kasih liat ke dia. Berhubung tidak ada alat peraga, dicontohinnya pake jempol tangan. Gue ngerasa kayak anggota SCORA lagi ngasih penyuluhan (SCORA: Standing Committee on Reproductive Health Including AIDS).
Sepanjang sesi penyuluhan ini perawat dan pegawai TU yang juga ada di situ sibuk nahan ketawa mendengar pertanyaan-pertanyaan kocak Bapak tadi. Bukannya bantuin gue. Tapi ini belum selesai, karena si Bapak masih punya pertanyaan kejutan. “Nanti gampang lepas nggak? Kok gede banget kondomnya?” Cape’ deh. Pakenya bukan di jempol (kalo gitu sih tetap bakal hamil), tapi di kemaluannya. Kalo di situ masih kegedean juga ya ke Mak Erot ajalah.
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**The following is a true story, it’s not a joke**
We are now living in an era where nothing is taboo anymore. People discuss sex openly on TV. Playboy and FHM are sold by street vendors. There are condom ads on every media; TV, magazines, banners on buses. That’s why I was amazed when a middle-aged man came to the clinic and asked, “Will a condom make you fat?” Eh?!? What in the world are you talking about?
After some inquiries I finally understood the situation. Apparently his wife had had contraceptive injections. But they made her gained weight. She refused to take another shot, for fear of getting bigger. She wanted to use condoms instead. But they’re not sure whether condoms won’t have the same effects like the injections, since it’s also a contraceptive device. Oh my, were they really that naïve?
I explained that one of the side effects of contraceptive injections was indeed weight gain. I also told him about other contraceptive methods available like the pill and IUD. But according to him, his wife refused to use them. She only wanted condoms.
After being assured that condoms won’t make you fat, he asked me other hilarious questions. What does a condom look like? How should I use it? He said he had never seen one, let alone used it. Where can I buy them? What brand was the best? I was expecting people to show up and told me it was a hidden camera prank. Since no TV crew came, I presumed he was innocent with his questions.
In the maternity clinic we had various types of contraceptives. The pills, IUDs, injections, and even condoms. I opened one packet and showed it to him. Because we had no other demonstrative means, I put it on my thumb so he would understand how to use it.
All this time we were standing by the front desk. Fortunately there was no other patient but the nurse and receptionist were there. They were just grinning widely, trying to suppress their laughter. Yeah, right. Thanks for the help, guys.
But it’s not over yet. He still had a bonus question. Staring at the condom covering my thumb loosely, he asked, “Are you sure it won’t fall off easily? It looks too big.” Aw, come on. You don’t actually put it there (if you do, your wife would surely get pregnant). You’re supposed to put it on your penis. If it’s still too big, well, sorry I can’t help you with that.

note: I took the pic of yellow flower in front of the clinic. The condom & pill pic was grabbed from dktindonesia.org. The rabbit from mmlubid.blogs.friendster.com. the IUD from geocities.com.

Pak Harto

2008-01-29T20:32:00.000-08:00

Kita semua tahu pada hari Minggu tanggal 27 Januari 2008 Pak Harto meninggal dunia. Pada hari Senin semua stasiun TV menyiarkan prosesi pemakamannya sejak dari Cendana, perjalanan ke Halim, pesawat tiba di Adi Sumarmo, sampai upacara pemakamannya secara kenegaraan di Astana Giribangun, Karanganyar. Kita juga bisa melihat liputan mengenai para warga yang mengekspresikan perasaan mereka mengenai kepergian beliau.
Gue tau Pak Harto memiliki nilai berita penting. Wajar saja semua stasiun TV menayangkannya. Tapi ada yang gue kurang sreg. Ngapain nayangin berita tentang seorang ibu yang marah-marah pada para petugas Bandara Halim Perdanakusumah karena tidak mengizinkan dia masuk. Padahal, menurut reporter TV itu, si ibu hanya ingin melambaikan tangan pada pesawat yang membawa jenazah mantan presiden ke-2 negeri ini. Eh?!? Penting ya? Kalo cuma mau dadah-dadah, dari luar juga bisa. Gue sih nggak nyalahin para petugas bandara. Mereka sudah menjalankan tugas. Yang aneh reporter TV-nya. Gak usah segitu maksa nyari berita dong.
Ada juga yang mewawancarai orang-orang yang mencomoti (kata yang tepat apa, ya?) bunga dari karangan bunga duka cita yang ada di Cendana. Bahkan ada seorang ibu yang dengan bangga bilang bahwa dia juga mengambil kartu ucapan bela sungkawa. Ow, come on. Itu bunga duka cita, gitu loh. Bukankah seharusnya mereka ikut memberi bunga sebagai tanda duka cita? Kok ini malah diambilin?
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On Sunday, January 27, 2008, the former president of the Republic of Indonesia, Soeharto, died after weeks of stay in the hospital, due to multiorgan dysfunction. He was buried next to his wife’s body in Solo, a small town in Central Java. All TV stations in the nation, local and national, aired programs about him. His burial, his life story, his controversies, and people’s reaction to his death. It is all understandable. He was once the most powerful figure in the nation and for a long time, too. No wonder each TV station tried to show the most interesting programs & news about him. But sometimes I think they overdid it. For example there was a story about a middle-aged woman who was angry at airport personnels for not letting her enter. You know what? She wanted to wave goodbye to the aeroplane that carried his body to Solo. Well, I don’t blame the officers. If she wanted to do that, she can do it from the outside.

Note: I grab the Soeharto pic from detikyogyakarta.net and the funeral flowers from sanfranciscofuneralflowers.com

jahit-menjahit

2008-01-29T20:26:00.000-08:00

Waktu itu gue dapat pasien anak kecil, sekitar 8 tahun, luka di daerah mata kaki kiri setelah jatuh dari pohon pisang (iya bener, pohon pisang. Gue udah nanya untuk memastikan gak salah denger) dan terkena beling yang berserakan di tanah. Waduh, cah, kok ya main di kebun pisang. Main itu ya di PS-an, paling-paling jadi bokek, mata dan tangan pegel. Lukanya lumayan panjang, perlu dijahit. Mana kulit kaki tebelnya kayak kulit badak. Susah loh, njahit kulit kaki. Saat lukanya dibersihin, si anak nangis-nangis, katanya sakit, padahal udah dianestesi lokal. Tapi waktu jahitan kedua (gue pake jahitan simple interrupted alias jahitan satu demi satu) pasien cilik gue tertidur. Kata ayahnya, mungkin dia capek karena dari tadi nangis melulu karena takut lihat darah. Asli dia gak bereaksi, padahal njahitnya susah payah. Jarumnya sampe lurus dan patah (gue gak bohong). Gue lupa itu jarum nomor berapa, pokoknya gede. Akhirnya waktu jahitan ke-8, dia bangun dan merasa kesakitan. Ya dianestesi lagi. Totalnya 9 jahitan dan 1 jarum patah.
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One day I got an 8-year-old patient. He fell from a banana tree (you heard right, a BANANA tree) on to shreds of broken glass on the ground and wounded his left ankle. Why didn’t he play indoors, like other kids nowadays? There’s less risk of injury. But still, you can get sedentary life-related illness. Well, the boy needed stitching, so after cleaning the wound and surrounding areas, I began the sutures. Of course I’ve given him local anaesthesia. At first he flinched and squirmed, claiming it hurt a lot. But after the second suture, he fell asleep, soundly. He didn’t wake up, even when I broke a needle because his skin was so thick. Only when I started on the 8th suture that he woke up and felt pain. In the end there was a total of 9 stitches and 1 broken needle.

sok tahu

2008-01-29T20:16:00.000-08:00

Pengetahuan gue mengenai para selebriti Indonesia agak terbatas. Waktu itu gue nonton sinetron Arisan di TV dan gue merasa tau si pemerannya. Gue tanya adek gue, itu Caroline Zachrie atau Catherine Wilson? Gue susah ngebedain mereka berdua. Tau gak apa jawabannya? Cindy Claudia. Oh, salah ya gue? He3x.
Setelah itu acaranya Empat Mata, salah satu bintang tamunya Yovie Widianto dan bandnya. Trus kok ada wajah baru, ya? Gue yakin belum pernah liat. Gue tanya lagi sama adek gue, anggota Kahitna ada yang baru ya? Adek gue bilang, “Bener dia anggota baru, tapi itu bukan Kahitna. Itu Yovie & Nuno.” Ups, salah lagi. Ya sudahlah. Gak usah komentar lagi.
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My knowledge of Indonesian celebs are limited. One day I watched Arisan the Series on TV and felt confident that I knew the cast. I asked my sister, whether the actress on screen was Caroline Zachrie or Catherine Wilson. I seemed to mix them up all the time. And the answer is… taraaa… Cindy Claudia. Oops, my mistake.
After that we watched a talkshow, Empat Mata (literally “Four Eyes”, but in Indonesia it means “Eye to Eye”). The guest was very familiar. I couldn’t be mistaken. He was Yovie Widianto, a famous musician. He has a band, called Kahitna. I noticed an unfamiliar face, so I asked my sister whether Kahitna had a new personnel. My sister answered, “He is a new member. But of Yovie & Nuno, his other band, not Kahitna.” That’s it. I’ll just shut up.

vehicle registration

2008-01-29T19:53:00.000-08:00

Gue mo ngusahain seminggu sekali buka-buka internet. Tapi minggu kemaren cita-cita itu tidak tercapai karena gue harus perpanjang STNK motor pada satu-satunya hari libur gue. Sebenernya Mama udah nanya, “Yakin, kamu mau urus sendiri?” Gue bilang yakin. Sekali-sekali, biar ada pengalaman. Yah, bukan pengalaman yang penting sih, tapi gue rasa perlu juga. Dulu gue pernah perpanjang STNK di Samsat keliling dan ternyata prosesnya nggak ribet kok. Waktu perpanjang SIM juga (asli gampang banget). Jadi gue pikir perpanjang STNK (yang 5 tahun sekali) di Komdak juga gak bakalan susah. Ternyata gue salah besar. Waktu pertama sampai di Komdak, gue langsung ke tempat cek fisik kendaraan. Itu loh, yang nomor mesinnya digesek. Cuma ngantri sebentar dan gak bayar. Wah, pikir gue, awal yang baik. Setelah parkir motor, gue ke gedung yang untuk masuk harus lewat detektor logam segala. Gue juga ditanya-tanya apa keperluannya. Trus langsung ke lantai 4, ke loket… gue lupa loket berapa. Pokoknya nyerahin berkas-berkas yang diperlukan. Semua udah disiapin dari rumah, jadi gak ada masalah. Tapi kemudian si Pak Polisi menjatuhkan bom (hiperbola nih). Sambil ngasih kartu bernomor tanda sudah menyerahkan berkas, dia bilang, “Ditunggu ya, Mbak. Komputernya lagi rusak.” Apa?!? Rusak? Trus gue harus nunggu sampe kapan? “Ya sampai komputernya on-line lagi.” Please deh. Gue tanya orang-orang lain yang juga lagi nunggu, kata mereka komputernya rusak dari tadi, jadi mereka udah nunggu lama. Mana gak lama lagi waktu istirahat makan siang. Bisa garing gue di sana. Setelah konsultasi sama Mama lewat telpon, gue putuskan menarik kembali berkas gue dan diurus lain hari, toh batas waktunya masih lama. Ternyata tidak semudah itu, saudara-saudara. Orang-orang lain yang juga berpikiran sama seperti gue ditolak dengan alasan mereka bisa kembali lagi besoknya dengan membawa kartu nomor tadi. Eh, yang bener aja. Kan gue ke sana naik motor yang mau diurus STNK-nya. Kalo ada apa-apa di jalan gimana? Gue kemukakan alasan tadi dan mungkin juga karena muka gue melas banget, ditambah gue cewek sendiri (yang lain bapak-bapak semua), akhirnya si petugas bersedia (menyuruh anak buahnya) mencarikan berkas gue. Makasih ya, Bu Polwan. Ibu cantik deh, asal nggak cemberut (Gue nggak ngomong gitu ke dia).
Pulangnya ke Nokia Care dulu, mo betulin HP gue yang keypadnya rusak. Ngantri lagi, tapi sambil duduk-duduk di ruang tunggu yang nyaman. Namun sayang seribu sayang, kata si Mbak Nokia, perbaikan akan makan waktu (gue sih makannya nasi) 5 hari kerja dan ada risiko HP mati total, data ilang. Weits, mana bisa? HP yang Siemens udah parah. Kalo yang Nokia rusak juga, gue gimana? Supaya kunjungan ke sana nggak sia-sia banget, gue ke bagian penjualan aksesoris HP, mo beli headset titipan ex mbak kos gue. Eh, ternyata barang yang dimaksud tidak ada. Ya udah, pulang aja deh. Sampe rumah capek, males ngapa-ngapain. Jadi, itulah sebabnya gue baru internetan sekarang.
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I try to get on-line once a week. But last week I didn’t because I had to renew my motorcycle registration. Lots of people dread it since the process is infamously difficult. My mom asked me whether I really wanted to do that myself instead of asking someone else to take care of it. Well, I’ve renewed the registration annually before and it was easy. But this time it’s different because I had to go to the DMV headquarters for the physical check of the vehicle and get a new license plate. At first everything went well but after I had given all the necessary papers, the police officer handed me a card with numbers on it and said, “Please wait. The computer is temporarily out of service.” What?!? How long should I wait? “Until the connection is on-line again.” Oh, please. I asked around and some people told me they’ve been waiting there for hours. Worse yet, it was almost lunch time and the officers would surely take a break. I had to do something. So I called Mom and after a brief discussion, I decided to take back my papers and do this another time, since the deadline was still a long time. But it proved to be a rather difficult feat. The lady behind the counter didn’t let me get my papers back. She said I could come the next day to continue the process and bring the numbered card. But hey, I came there riding my motorcycle that the license I wanted to renew. What if something happened and I didn’t have my papers? I argued with her and she finally gave in. It turned out she didn’t want to do it at first because she had to search them among a huge pile of papers. Well, I finally got them back.
On the way home I went to Nokia Care Center to get my cellphone’s keypad fixed. But after another long wait, I got to the counter only to hear that it would take 5 workdays and there’s a risk of total break down, all data lost. Just because of the keypad? I couldn’t take the risk so I cancelled it. While I was there, I asked for a certain headset for my friend’s cell but the attendant said they didn’t have any accessory compatible with N73 music ed. Ow, come on, it’s a relatively new release, isn’t it? How did they hope to sell a product without any accessory available? So I went home, feeling tired and felt like I’ve been wasting my day for nothing. That’s the story behind my negligence to up-date.

Note: the picture on top isn't of me & it's not my motorcycle.

accident(?)

2008-01-15T01:57:00.001-08:00

Kadang-kadang di klinik gue dapat pasien IGD. Maksudnya datang di atas jam 9 malam. Biasanya sih pasien yang gawat gitu. Misalnya pasien kecelakaan yang mukanya berdarah-darah atau orang yang kesakitan sekali karena sakit usus buntu. Suatu hari gue dibangunin hampir tengah malam. Waktu masuk ke ruang praktik, gue heran, kok kosong? Biasanya kalo IGD pasiennya udah dimasukin dan diperiksa duluan oleh perawat jaga. Setelah gue panggil, masuklah seorang bapak yang keliatan segar bugar. Gue tanya ada keluhan apa, dia cerita bahwa barusan dia kecelakaan motor, ditabrak dari belakang oleh motor lain, trus jatuh dalam posisi duduk, jadi pantatnya luka. He? Pantat? Biasanya pasien KLL luka di wajah, tangan, dan kaki. Di celananya di bagian belakang ada bercak merah. Yah, kayak cewek kalo lagi M gitu. Tapi waktu celananya dibuka, gak ada luka di kedua pantatnya. Setelah pake handscoen, gue periksa lebih teliti. Ternyata benar ada luka memanjang, sekitar 4 cm, yang letaknya 0,5 cm di atas anus. Waktu gue cerita ke dokter yang jaga besoknya, dia ketawa geli. Katanya jangan-jangan bukan KLL, bukan ditabrak motor, tapi “ditabrak insan.” Yee, ya nggaklah. Kan anusnya nggak apa-apa. Eh, setelah dipikir-pikir lagi, kayaknya cerita ini terlalu vulgar, agak kurang sopan. Apa dihapus aja?
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Sometimes I get emergency patients come to the clinic at odd hours. Usually they’re bleeding after an accident or in great pain e.g. appendicitis. One night I got an unusual one. He looked fine but when I asked him what brought him there at the middle of the night, he told me he was involved in an accident. He was riding his motorcycle when another motorbike hit him from behind. So he fell in a sitting position. He thought his butt (yes, his butt) was hurt. That’s odd because usually motorcycle accidents involve the face, arms and legs. I did see some blood stains on his pants, but after he opened them, voila, nothing! So I put on a pair of medical gloves and started inspecting his rear end. I then found a wound, 4 cm in length, 0,5 cm above the anus. When I told this to the other doctor the next day, he said probably it wasn’t a motorcycle accident, maybe it was a sexual accident. Well, I disagree because the anus was (luckily) intact. After 2nd thought, I think this story is too vulgar. Should I delete it?

heart break

2008-01-15T01:11:00.000-08:00

Di salah satu klinik tempat gue kerja, ada pegawainya yang tinggal di situ bersama anak dan istrinya. Nama anaknya Ian, cowok, baru bisa jalan, dan ngomongnya masih nggak jelas. Bukan berarti dia pendiam loh ya. Dia cerewet banget, walaupun gak ada yang ngerti omongannya. Suatu hari ada pasien yang datang berobat dengan membawa anak perempuannya yang kira-kira umurnya 5 tahun. Anak itu manis, rambutnya keriting kayak di komik Candy Candy (ada yang inget?). Waktu ayahnya selesai diperiksa dan lagi ngurus administrasi, anak itu duduk di sebelah Ian yang lagi diajak main oleh tetangga sebelah. Ian langsung salting (bisa gak sih anak umur 1 tahun 3 bulan salting? Tapi itu kesan yg gue rasa). Dia keliatan malu-malu gitu. Ya gue suruh aja dia salaman. Dia langsung mau, loh. Tapi sayang ternyata si pasien udah selesai urusannya dan ngajak anaknya pulang. Tinggallah Ian yang duduk bengong dengan raut wajah kecewa. Ya ampun, Ian patah hati! Gue nggak kuat nahan ketawa. Begitu juga si tetangga sebelah.

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In a clinic where I work, one of the employees lives there with his family. He has a son, named Ian. He’s a very active toddler and talkative too. Well, a little bit like me J. One day there’s a patient who came with his daughter, a cute 5-year-old with curly hair. She sit next to Ian while waiting for her father. She wasn’t aware that Ian was blushing and very restless when she came near. I didn’t know if a one-year-old boy can blush, but that’s what I saw. I asked him to shake hands with the little stranger and he did, happily. But alas! Her father had finished paying the bill and he called for her to go home. Ian just sat there, stunned. I assure you, he looked totally disappointed. Oh my God, he was heart broken! I couldn’t help laughing, so did a neighbor who’s been there, watching him that whole time.

perdana

2008-01-15T00:50:00.000-08:00

Hai, nama gue Tina. Gue mo bikin blog dwi bahasa karena kadang-kadang gue ngerasa ada cerita yg lebih cocok diceritain pake bahasa Indonesia, ada yang pake bahasa inggris. Jadi kerja 2 kali, tapi ga masalah. Dibaca, ya :) Kalo mo komentar silakan.

Hi, my name’s Tina. I want to make a bilingual blog coz in my opinion some stories are better told in Indonesian, some in English. It means I have to write it twice, but that’s ok. There’s a quote from the movie Lion King 1½: Hakuna Matata, “A story worth telling is worth telling twice.” If you want to give comments, please do.