Crappy Life? Soothe Yourself

Here we go. I'm totally on fire. And suddenly, everything seems to be so wrong. Totally wrong.

I'm suck with the system goin in this country. I hate the government, I hate the salary system, I hate the education system, I hate the appraisal system, I hate the public transportations, I hate the lack of garbage bins on public area, I hate the aristocrat who's lifting their chin up, I hate the wrong inherited tradition, I hate the way people lapping out others, I hate all the lies that have arranged to reach some goals, I hate the frauds, I hate the way rich people despise others, I hate all the bribes, etc etc.


But y'all, why do we always dreaming about living/working in another country? Only one basic truly madly deeply reason I guess, it's for a better salary - which it means a better life's quality. It makes sense, unless you are about to runaway.


Then one good advice comes from his father. I know that a word from him must be listened. He's been doing the job for more than twenty five years. He crossed over the sea, dealed with many superior people, and then beat them down. He's been so strong, except when he's lied down by heart attack. But there's an issue that is hidden cryptically deep inside his heart. One thing that always make you want to come home and miss all the craziest stupid things. It's a racism. And that's all. Somehow they treat you differently when you come as a tourist or when you come to earn money. It's been a hard day, er?

So what is the simple thing that can make us breathe a sigh a relief or at least make us want stay here close to our annoying family and some fake friends and all the wrecks? Well I dunno, exactly. Maybe it's only because here you can eat nasi padang for only less than 2 dollar. And you don't need to buy a bottle of expensive mineral water to make your loo's ritual goes according to sunnah. Maybe it because we all need to feels like home, no matter how the hecks keep rumbling you down.

I get flustered. But no, I can never tell you what exactly my main problem is. Or even find out what is the relative between my feelings and this note. Maybe all I need to do now is taking a classic one deep-no-nicotine-inhale, three exhales.....and then die. No, of course I'm kidding.

Can I get to Friday evening without any major calamities, please?

*Inspired from the story of Papa - a great man from Indonesia, an achievers yet understated person because u're even ask to your son what's gonna happen if NH3 mixed with CO2.  :) You've been missing him for a while, er?

Your son is always proud of you pap, trust me. And so do I. I'm the one who's been trusted as his best buddy during this twelve years. I've heard every single bloody details. :)

(And guess what, I think I'm feeling better now)