An Hour, Close to Nowhere

How much do you access internet everyday? I’m not asking you how long, but more exactly, how often? I access Opera Mini anytime, each time I have spare time, each time I look at my cell. Before getting shower, I see my cell to look up my e-mail. After shower, I check my e-mail again. Before meal, I check my e-mail. And after meal, I check my e-mail again. And so do I before I leave home and even after I come home. Especially before I go to bed. And even right after I wake up.

It’s not too much. New e-mails catch me up almost every hour.

I’m sure I’m not the only one. Probably so are you. It’s the same reason. We can’t live without assuring that someone is looking for us. Even when no one is looking for us, we hurd up for anyone else. Do you realize that in lousy time you open up your browser only just for looking for any news site?

Then I ask. Can’t we stop, for one hour only, not to turn on internet in your cell, though it’s just for tweeting or seeing any new stories at Facebook?

Next Saturday, this March 27, the whole world is celebrating Earth Hour. In Earth Hour, between 20.3-21.30, we don’t turn on electricity at all. Turn off the power at home, at office. Including, turn off your cells. Then we’ll see how it feels, what’s life gonna be without electricity.

I celebrated this Earth Hour last year, when I still lived in Cali. I turned off the lamps in my apartment, and I also turned off the cells. I tried to ruin my work as it used to be, only with candle light. Actually I was used to it, coz it was a remote village where there was often electricity disturbance, so lotta houses didn’t turn on lights at night. But I was a cyber socialite, and I couldn’t wake up without GPRS connected to my cell. And I felt it, it was miserable for me. Even though it just took an hour.

So here’s the challenge. Can you celebrate Earth Hour, at next March 27, between 20.30-21.30, with no status updating at all?

How You Met My Father

I didn’t like kupang. But my dad loves the kinda weird culinary. And he always hunts it each time we came to our hometown.

Kupang is a white shell (Corbula faba) which in Sidoarjo, Jawa Timur, is turned into food. People eat it along with lontong and shell satay, spiced with petis sauce. My dad’s crazy about the kupang due to sentimental reason: the food is only stored in Jawa Timur. My family lives in Bandung, Jawa Barat, where all kinda Jawa Timur food is easy to be found, but nobody dares to sell kupang. I guess it’s coz of the odd formation, looks like mal-evolution sperm, so people are shy to eat it. So there are only a few people who’d like to sell kupang, and there’s not much bonafide restaurant who’d like to purchase it. It makes consequence that kupang is only sold in cafes whose sanitation unfortunately are doubted about.

Kupang. Dished with lontong and petis sauce. Photo by my hunk.

I don’t believe in those kupang cafes, so I’m not interested to eat it. Each time our family come home, my dad stops by to have kupang, while I’m just accompanying him by having only a cup of tea. He said that I was a Javanese girl who didn’t appreciated her own ethnical custom food. “What kinda Javanese girl who doesn’t like kupang?”

Then last Sunday, things changed.

I came home to Kreyongan with my dad. We took a plane from Bandung and it landed on Surabaya. My hunk picked us up at the airport, and then he drove us to Pasuruan, for having another car to Kreyongan.

Shell satay, served with kupang. Photo by my hunk.

My dad said, he’d like to have kupang in Pasuruan, coz there was the best café which sold kupang. I said, “Please no, Pops, my hunk is gonna have lunch with us, can’t we have any other place sophisticated and fine so I’m not embarrassed about you on him?” 😀

But my dad still insisted. And I just hoped my hunk would still love me though my dad liked a food which looked like sperm attacked by Chernobyl radiation.

Instead, my hunk was as shameless as my dad. We ordered a portion of kupang for everyone, and my hunk ate all of his part. And I, the only person who didn’t like kupang, suddenly liked it. I didn’t know what made me suddenly loved the abnormal food, whether if the kupang was exactly delicious, or whether that I found out that my hunk and my dad got matched at the same course.

Ever since that day, I’ve known that I got my life more comfortable. I’m not afraid to ring up my hunk at the front of my dad, and I’m brave enough to put our pictures in my phone. I’ve begun to show my parents that my relationship with my hunk exists, and my dad doesn’t look mind. My dad seems assuming that, if a man who dates his daughter likes kupang, then that man is cosmopolitan enough to be with our family..  🙂

Leave Your Kids at Home

Trust me, you’re a professional. But sometimes, your client is not.

The last thing you want from your job is when your client brings their kids to your office. It doesn’t matter if their kids behave well and sweetly. But it makes trouble if their kids are hyperactive and mess up your job, and make you can’t conquer your client well. I write this after this morning I read Fanny Fredlina’s blog about her client who brought kids and accidentally her client couldn’t manage his kids well.

I remember while I was working in an hospital, I got a patient who brought her daughter to my clinic. The ill one was the mom. And her daughter was about four. It was a small room, so there was no seat for her daughter. Then the little girl ran around the room, and messed up my concentration. (I’m not able to think well if someone wanders around at my sight, that’s why I’m never occupied to work in train station or toll road gates :-p). My nurse was aware of it and requested my patient to tell her daughter for waiting outside. But my patient was afraid, if she left her in the waiting room, someone would kidnap her daughter. (Yes, people can kidnap a kid in hospital. It’s a public place.)

But I thought she made up the reason. So after I took the patient’s physical history, I said to her, “I need to exam the WHOLE of your body and you need to take off your clothes. Would you mind if your daughter sees it?”

Finally the patient realized it, and she told her daughter, “Wait for Mommy outside. Stay right there.”

Said my nurse, “Don’t worry. Our doorman will watch her.”

After the kid was away, the patient complained to me, “Doctor, if I left her at home, nobody would take care of her.” The lady couldn’t afford a babysitter. And the kid hadn’t gone to playgroup.

After I finished her examination and gave her some treatment, I said to the patient, “Ma’am, this is clinic of lung. Lots of people have tuberculosis. If you bring your kid here, your healthy kid may get contaminated.”

The patient understood. She checked up to me a week later, and she didn’t bring her daughter anymore. I didn’t ask her where the kid was.

You might think that I hate kids. It was wrong. Any job you do, if your client brings children who potentially annoy your job, then it’s gotta be a disturbance. Even my dad, a pediatrician whose daily job struggling with kids, forbids his patient bring their unnecessary kids to his office.

My dad’s ever got a couple brought three of their children to my dad’s office. It was only one kid who was sick, but the rest of two were brought in to my dad’s room. Children are almost always hyperactive. So my dad asked his nurse to tell the parents, not to let the two fit kids in. It could annoy my dad’s concentration.

Once in the first year of my high school, I had chemistry lesson. My chemistry teacher entered my classroom, brought her kid who was still about six. The little girl seemed just come home from school, and she still wore her sport uniform. During my teacher was explaining the subject, her girl sat on the corner and knocked the desk, and I couldn’t listen to what my teacher said. Damn it!

I thought, probably anyone who had office should call Donald Duck or Teletubbies to their offices, for entertaining the kids who were brought by their client. Anybody knows the number?

I haven’t become a parent, so I haven’t felt how hard it is to babysit. But if you wanna consult to a professional, never take your kids with you. If there’s no way for you to keep them with anyone, please bring them with you, but make your kids polite and behave well. The consultant can’t serve your kids well if your kids make noise, and you can’t get your service as excellent as it should be.

It is Connecting..and Trapping

I was chatting with my hunk a few days ago as suddenly I saw in alert list that a friend of mine has just been online. Oh oh, I thought, I’m sure she’s gonna ask me to chat with her. Immediately I changed my online status to busy.

That friend of mine, had been longing to ask me for gossiping. I’m not rude, but it wasn’t the right moment. That nite I didn’t wanna talk to anybody else, except with my hunk.

Actually I could just put Invisible on my status, but I was afraid the connection suddenly got down and my hunk couldn’t differ whether I was just pretending of hiding or suddenly offline.

I was lucky coz I was chatting from my cell-phone that nite. Anybody else online by smartphone couldn’t make it up that way.

My cousin, let’s just call her name Kathryn, got mad coz she was enjoying her quality time in Saturday, when suddenly the instant messenger in her Blackberry alerted. It was from her boss at her office, asked her to make a certain report and sent by e-mail immediately. Kathryn was furious, coz she felt been devoting her life to the office from Monday to Friday, so why should she be bothered on Saturday, too?

I said, it was her fault to let her Blackberry on at Saturday midnite. Well, if she wanna avoid from boss in holiday, just turn off all of the cells. Kathryn said, she wanna take a rest in Saturday, facebooking and anything else, that’s why she turned on her Blackberry. I said that it wasn’t her mistake to facebooking, but she was wrong when she switched on her internet gadget which made her reachable for her boss on the day where she was supposed to be off.

Then I realized the only weakness of Blackberry. The messenger couldn’t be off, except when the gadget was really off. You could just put busy sign on the Blackberry Messenger, and wished nobody would buzz you. But if you got the Blackberry as the facility from the office, so your boss deserved to contact you anytime, including at two in the morning, though you’d put busy sign on your status.

This is a trap.

We’ve created too many gadgets to make us connected throughout the whole world. But we’ve forgotten to created feature to turn off the connection on certain moments that we want.

Coz we don’t always wanna get connected all the time. There are a few moments, where all we want is just being alone.