Prita

Lately, people around me talking about how easy couples with different religion got married because of they believe that it’s their life together. It’s love.

My friends who oppose different religion marriages cursed those couples. They believed that those couples will b burn in hell. Sometimes they called the woman a sinner. *sigh*. And I thought I live in the 21st century.

I’ve dated several different-religion guys when I was in college. They were very nice. I accompanied my boy friend to church on christmas eve on December 24th. We’re breaking up, of course because his parents did not want a moslem woman to be the daughter in law in the family. And he loved his parents. Not so many Indonesian kids can made their own decisions about getting married without parents consent involving in it. Which is in my opinion it is not wise for parents to actually decide whom to marry for their child. Just because the parents like him or her. Means if parents like him/her, they will gave their blessings. If not, blessings?? Are you kidding? Over my dead body!

Scary.

Some of my friends told me, that they were nice because they want me to convert to their religion. But I didn’t see it that way. I never did. I’ve always thought they’re just nice. And if it was true that they want me to convert, I don’t think that’s wrong. They might thinking the same like those moslem opposers. They don’t want different religion marriages.

What’s the use of condemning? What if one of those couples were your sister, your brother, your mother, your dad, your grandparents? Will you cursed them as well? Will you judge them as sinners? Will you tell them in their face that they will be burn in hell?

We’re all human after all. We might as well just respect to each other. Let them choose. Let them take responsibility of their choice.

Me : When you said those things, did you say it because you wanted to or because you think those were words that I wanted to hear?

Ja : *LOL*. Because I wanted to. And because we loved each other. You complete me. Why are you asking this stupid question?

Me : Just want to know about something.

Ja : You mean, you wanted to know how much I love u back then?

Me : Kind of. I’m not romantic, huh?

Ja : No. You’re a robot. A straight-arrow. Focused. Determined. Committed. My lighthouse. My golden compass.

Me : :).

Ja : And as a couple, we fit tighter than Inul Daratista’s pants, doll.

Me : *LOL*

Ja : That’s nice. Glad can make you laugh.

Me : Cheer me up, Ja. I’m blue. I’m in the bottom of the sea.

Ja : Sell your things. Moving in with me. I’ll cook, you do the cleaning. I’ll do the groceries, you can take care of the car. I’ll do the PTA meeting for our kids, you can re-decorate our place. How’s that sound?.

Me : *LOL*

This afternoon, out of nowhere he called me to come to his desk. Then he showed me a picture of his hometown. It’s beautiful. He really does live near the beach. Mountains, small houses near the beach, … beautiful. I can’t believe he gave up living there and chose to stay in Jakarta.

I mean, if it’s just for the money … his hometown is priceless. I would want to live there. I could teach children how to read and write. Maybe learn how to cook. Being an organizer for tourists. Oh God … I guess, he cannot do that kind of job, can he? Maybe he’s just not suitable with his hometown’s job. I can’t imagine him working with trucks or being a sheep shearer. :). Or as a lifeguard on the beach? Yeah, right *lol* … He’s not suitable for that. He’s much much better as an Examiner.

If the reason he chose Jakarta over that haven on earth because his passion of travelling, I doubt that. He has been living here more than 10 years. In a row. Working for 10 months full in 1 year just in Jakarta. Naaaaaaaaaaah, I dont think you called that fulfilling the passion of travelling.

If he’s here because of a relationship, he’s not married. No ex-wife or ex-husband. No kids. Just girlfriends. A lot and changing every term … :).

He smiled, when I gave a disagree expression about his preference to live in this polluted city. But again… Choices. People with choices. People choose. People decide.

Then he showed me … His dad in picture. Old good looking guy with silver hair. Handsome. Just like him. He didn’t have his mum’s picture. Which I bet she is the source why he looks great. Especially the eyes and his hair. Though his smile is similar with his dad’s.

Weird day for Prita.

Earlier we were in the same room and we didn’t even say hi. We’re just too busy with our tasks.  It’s odd, when out of nowhere he suddenly calling me like that.

Anddd, would you show your dad’s picture to your friends at work whom you barely knew? *lol*.

After a 20-minute conversation.

Him : How long have you been working here?

Me : This is my 3rd year.

Him : Before here?

Me : USCC. US Government agency for Department of Commerce. You?

Him : Australian Embassy. Where did you learn your English?

Me : Everywhere. Movies, books …

Him : Studying overseas?

Me : Never

Him : Have never studying overseas??? REALLYYY???

Me : Honest

Him : Have u ever tried to apply at Aussie Embassy?

Me : No I haven’t.

Him : Your English is bloody good for an Asian who hasn’t been overseas.

My Deakin Exams candidate.

A young mid 30s Australian guy. Average body. Tall. Blonde. Green Eyes.  Been living in Jakarta for 3 years and next will be the last. Married with an Indonesian… woman. :). A diplomat. Strict, clean-cut, no small talk, straight to the point, no bullshit.

During conversation I had to listened him thoroughly, since he’s a bloody Australian who does not speak one word of Bahasa. The accent is just weird. So Brit. Why I understood SM spoke in English much better than those Australian and British expats at my office, I will never understand. Is it because he is not British?

I feel like judging.

Brit-english does have a particular accent, doesn’t it? It just, it is so tiring when I have to say, “I beg your pardon, Ri?” everytime he said something to me.

And I love my boss very much. I think he’s the cutest-strict boss ever!

1. Thank you 1

After she said ‘I Love You’. We’re not your waitress. Thank you is a nice phrase. But it doesn’t match with ‘I love you”. It’s like if you went to a restaurant and you ask whether your mineral water is original or sparkling and the waiter/waitress answered “YES!”. It didn’t really answer the question, did it?

The least that you can say after your woman says ‘I love You’ is ‘I love you too’. Or ‘I can show you more than just saying ‘I love you’ back to you’.

2. Thank You 2

After a passionate kiss. Unless the woman is a prostitute that you pay for your one night sexvaganza, do not say thank you to your girlfriend/wife. If the situations aren’t really conducive or you’re not in the mood for hanky-panky you could always say ‘Baby, you had no idea how much I want to do this, can we do it a bit later?’. Not saying thank you.

BUT IF YOU BOTH WERE ALREADY IN THE APARTMENT OR HOME, TAKE HER CLOTHES OFF, UN-BUTTON HER BRA, DO IT IN THE SHOWER … GET A ROOM, FOR GODSAKES!

3. Thank You 3

After receiving naughty text messages on your cell from her. Do not reply it with thank you.

Reply it back with naughty messages. At least. If you weren’t in a horny mood, you could always say, “Can’t wait to see you at home..”. Is that a naughty-horny message?. NO.

I was assigned again to invigilate an off-campus examinations. This time the candidate is a young Australian guy. Dark brown short and neat hair, hazel eyes, freckles all over his face and hands.. Of course very good looking guy. Tall. Armani brown leather shoes. Hugo shirt. Ipod cellphone. And a Vaio.

He made my day *wink*. It’s always great to meet someone whom pay attention to detail. During the test he put his paper accordingly. He moved carefully everytime he turned a page and he lifted up his glass gracefully for a drink. Purrrrfectionist guy. But my gaydar was not working properly this afternoon. So I can’t really decide whether he’s gay or not. But I kind of enjoy just watching him move.

It’s amazing to see him stretching his hands up. I saw him doing that not only once or twice but … 4 times. And his back…. Oh God … I bet there’s a damn good line spine under that shirt. Must be gorgeous. Especially with his shirt off. Even when he got his shirt on like this afternoon, my mind can pictured his spine clearly.

Yeah, I know. It’s scary. I control my mind to do the unimaginable. If I want to see a person naked … my mind does that. It just happened. Like a click in a computer mouse.

I have a lovely day. *sigh*.

I miss his back. His spine. Damn.

And I’m a … Left-Brained. :). Here’s tickle explanation about Left-Brained people. Just for info people. *wink*.

Left-brained

Most left-brained people like you feel at ease in situations requiring verbal ability, attention to detail, and linear, analytical ability. Whether you know it or not, you are a much stronger written communicator than many, able to get your ideas across better than others.

It’s also likely that you are methodical and efficient at many things that you do. You could also be good at math, particularly algebra, which is based on very strict rules that make sense to your logical mind.

I think I’m not that good with algebra, though I have to say that I like writing. Written communicator… I have to agree. I’m lousy at talking.

Have you taken Brain test @ Tickle?

I took the “handwriting personality” quiz on www.gurl.com. And my handwriting personality is ..

Sensitive Scripter

Your handwriting reveals you as a thoughtful, intellectual type who avoids fake people and places where there’s lots of noise and crowds. You’re probably the one people go to when they’re feeling super sad and don’t run off at the mouth unless someone hounds you for your opinion.

Being creative is probably easy for you, but expressing it in front of a large group is not. You might write in a blog or journal, enjoy things that are old-fashioned or obscure and (maybe) don’t get most pop culture references (who cares about ‘em anyway?).

I was assigned to invigilate a University off-campus examination at my office when I found out that our mind is a powerful thing. At least I know mine is. Now I understood why those insane people lost their mind. Maybe their mind is playing trick on them. And they got tricked.

On Wednesday, October 29th ‘08. There were 2 candidates in that classroom. I was at classroom 11. Next to the meeting room. Close with the lunch room. I sat comfortably in that freezing classroom with my New Scientist magazine that I borrow from my resource centre. My candidate is these 2 chinese-indonesian women. Speak english fluently. Speak Indonesian? You bet. They put their Australian Driver Licence on the desks. It’s necessary to check their ID. I did that. After I checked their ID, I gave instruction for them to start Reading session for 15 minutes. And of course an announcement, that during Reading session, writing is not allowed. You just have to put your pen and pencil down. Hmmm… Control Control. After 15 minutes, I instructed them to start writing.

I looked outside my office window. And I saw this ocean blue butterfly wondering around near the green bushes. Suddenly, the New Scientist magazine lost its charm. Before I realize, I was smiling by my self. And that made, the guy whom walked outside smiling back at me. Lovely. I smiled back. At him now, not the butterfly. I’m known as a cynical cold woman, but when it comes to just giving a smile after someone smiling at me, I’m not that stingy. After that guy passed, that butterfly just kept flapping its wings. Hmmm, what is that beautiful creature thinking? Is it thinking : “Hah, you’re so unlucky black woman … I’m blue. I’m Beautiful. And I can fly”. I happened to wear black pants and black tops with black blazer that day. Not forgot, black shoes. I got up from my seat, watching that beautiful blue creature wondering around… Then it starts. When my mind play tricks on me.

I want to be a butterfly. Blue. Beautiful. And It can fly. I can fly to Sweden. Stockholm to be exact. Then German, his next country to study after Sweden. Go to Hamburg. Encourage him to be someone he always wanted. Be by his side. Doing things that I’m good at. Being his great positive supporter (one of his line that always made me blush).

Then I said to my self … Hmmm, we’re not meant to be. And I gave all my heart for him. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

Though I’ll never be the same, what I had with him stay in the mind. If that’s the reason why my life is so worth living, why not?.

Another lunatic day for Prita. Thinking about him, just because I saw a butterfly outside the window. And saying it at the same time inside my head.

Life’s hard. It’s supposed to be. If we didn’t suffer, we’d never learn anything. (Jesse from before sunset)