Chapter 4 - Bear Paw

May 24th 2010, 6:21 pm, Living Room.

Hey guys! yup.. it's been a long time huh? hahaha.. yeah, kinda busy with my college and all the things. By the way, this is my first post with my new notebook! haha.. my new mini notebook that i called "Chilli" (since mine is red one..lol)

well, in this chapter i will share a story from "Angkot". it's an old story but i think it's good to be share with all of you. One day, it's about 7 pm in "Angkot" i sat with a lady (from her outfits i can predict she works at office). Well, i'm very tired at that time and it's too dark inside this "Angkot" since no light at all (ussualy the other "Angkot" had it but i tought this one was spoiled).

in my return route , there is a point when the driver will ask the passenger for choosing "straight" or "turn left". Well, they always did it especially when the passengers not much. since there was only two of us in that "Angkot", so the driver ask us. i'm too tired to answer it but the lady told the driver for keep straight.

unluckyly the driver turn left, i'm okay with it since any decision the driver made , that's my route. But suddenly i heard "BANG! BANG! BANG!" a huge noise cam from in front of me. The lady over there hit the "Angkot" with a vengeance and not only that she's yelling.

well, what am i doing? i'm stunned. hahaha... "How come a lady can be so mad like that??" i kept thinking like that in my mind.

what can we learn from that story? yeah.. i know she was tired but, how come she be like that huh? . i'm not judging her, but we know as a person it would be better if we kept our emotion and keep logic even we mad and tired. simple story and cliche for me.. but, it's happen.



photo are not mine, i took from here

Chapter 3 - Measurement

April 25th 2010, 7:59 pm , Living Room.

Not to too late for post my new blog at this time, well since i just get sick for this two days but i feel better now. much better...

Oh yeah, talking about a few days ago... in April 21st in Indonesia we had a very cool celebration. we called it "Hari Raya Kartini". Kartini is one of our hero, because of her all woman in Indonesia can study and be better.

talk about Kartini, i bet all of us have our own Kartini in our life. for me? i can say my Mother is my Kartini.

Kartini day, it means i wear my own "Batik" shirt for college! hahaha... yeah, i just want to show my nationalism!

On my way to college in "Angkot" , i saw there is a lady with her daughter. She looks well-established, i can say that from seeing her looks. Not long after that, there is another lady with her son. The second lady looks very different with the first lady, she looks poor...

I saw both of them in my half-opened window seat, i don't know why i can't take my eyes off them. they're so different.... but, there is a similarity between them.

They keep taking care of their son and daughter, since the "Angkot" feel so bouncy, they try to keep their kid with them.

It's so cliche... but, how come i can post this to my blog?
A mother, no matter she is rich or not.... but she have her own treasure in her heart. her kids.

Love you Mom....

-Danny-

photo are not mine, i took from here

Chapter 2-Tanty's Story

April 20th 2010 ,8:41 am ,Living Room.

It's Morning.. yeah. Just woke up and borrowing my brother's laptop for post this blog.

Today was the third day since i made this blog, and i got many compliments,critics, and advises from my friends about this blog. well, it's such an honour for me and i thanked them for it.

This story came from my friends, Tanty. i still remember how she came to me in class and told this story with a huge smile. She said to me that when she was on her way go back to home with her friends, Vera. She met two boys with their school uniforms in "Angkot" .

Like ussual Tanty and Vera had a chitchat during that trip, but suddenly they heard a sound. Well, it's look like not only both of them heard the sound but all of the "Angkot's" passengers heard that. A number of people kinda looks confused when they heard the sounds because it's alarm sound, and old alarm sound.

Suddenly, one of the school boys open his bag and try to grab something from his bag. VOILA'! Believe it or not? but he just took and alarm clock (a real alarm clock with two bells on it, FOR REAL).

well, it's 2010 when it's kinda rare seeing that type of alarm clock (As far as i know, the last time i saw that type of alarm clock only at TV, and it's on old Disney's cartoon). And of course the other passengers were in shock, including Tanty, Vera, and The boy's friend. Let's focus on the boy's friend because his face just getting red. hahaha..

The other boy ask the Alarm boy, " Hey, why you bring that alarm clock??". "Well, i'm such a forgetful person especially when i'm in "Warnet" (Warung Internet, it's like a cafe when we can rent a PC for using internet. There are a lot of "warnet" especially in Jakarta, it costs about 3000 rupiahs for each hour, maybe it's around 35 cents in US$)", said the Alarm boy

well, since they talk loudly how come all the passenger who already curious about the alarm not hear them? , espcecially Tanty and Vera. haha..

"Okay, and why that alarm??", the other boys still curious.
"Well, let's see this alarm only sounds when 12 am and 6 pm, 12 am means i must get home for lunch and 6 am means i must get home for do "Shalat" ("Shalat" means praying, Moslem people did that)" ,said the alarm boy.

and at that point, a lot of passengers can hold their laugh except the other boys who already made his face looks like an apple. HAHAHA...

yeah, how come we can't laugh about that...but, there is an interesting thing about the alarm boy. Sometimes we're too scared to do something that people maybe tought "it's a joke!" even it can hel us. But this alarm boy was different, he dare to be different and it's for his own good sake.

maybe for this case only an alarm clock, but how if can apply this into our life?? well, i guess we can learn something from Alarm Boy.

-Danny-

photo are not mine, i took them from here

Chapter 1- an Old Story

April 18th 2010, 8:18 pm ,Living Room.

Tonight is my first night in my new 22 years old. so, why i'm not share my favourite story so far?

Actually, this story encourage me for starting this blog.

On my way from my house to my college (like ussual, i'm using "Angkot") i sat near the half-opened window. i saw there is an old lady sat and brought a bucket near her leg. Mmm... from her looks maybe i can assume she's kinda 50's or 60's. The weather feels so Hot and the scenery filled with smoke from all transportation, people's yelling and traffic jam. From her looks i can see how tired she is maybe she sell something that's why she brought a bucket with her. (Actually in Indonesia a trader, especially a woman always bring a bucket with them for carry the stuff like Herbs that we called "Jamu" and some Traditional foods like "Pecel" or Indonesian Salad with peanut sauce. that's why i predict she sell something)

Then come a new "Angkot" passengers, a family with a little boy with them. Many foreigners said Indonesian people are polite, but i always think that they are wrong totally wrong. how come? i always assume Indonesian people nowadays always polite with foreigners but not with their own people. At that day i just see a beautiful scene even as you know the scenery maybe can makes people not nice with each other. This old lady just smile to this little boy and give a snack that Indonesian people said "Kerupuk".

this little boy took that and her Mom ask him to said "thank you" to the old lady, all of them smilling each other. Kid's Mom then try to give the old lady some money, since She knew that the old lady are giving her boy one of her trading stuff. but guess what? In this Era, In this Year, In this chapter of life... i tought everybody are changing. but this Old lady said, "It's okay, i'm giving to him. it's for him". "But, you sell that stuff right?" ask the Mom. "Yeah, but it's okay, it's for him" said the old lady.

Maybe this just a simple situation and all of you think "SO WHAT?". but, how come a poor and old lady can be so kind to each other and we not? i'm not saying we all like that, but.... can you imagine if a lot of people are kind with each other?

i just can said two words, "Better Life"

-Danny-

Photos are not mine. took from here

Prologue

April 18th 2010, 9:06 am, Living Room.

Actually, i plan for making this blog for a long time ago... but, who knows i'll start it on my birthday?
yup, 22 isn't a young age again for me fella'.. HAHAHAHA.

this is a new chapter of my blog.... actually another piece of my life, my education, and another ME.

I spend a lot of my time in a public transportation called in Indonesian as 'Angkot'. i lived in Jakarta, another hectic place in the world. Just add a hot sunny day, people's yelling each other, traffic jam, and Voila'! Welcome to Jakarta!

but, there is a unique and positive thing from this situation. since i was very bored with the whole scenery like this , i try to see people's life and people's activity. and guess what? each person give me a story and another lesson for my life. why i'm not sharing this with the others?

well, that's why i make this blog...

-Danny-