At The End of The Day

Big day at the office today!

It was Ciledug’s Competition 2007. I was hosting the Hit & Score
game and Jerry later told me, "Shirley, I believe you were talking
non-stop for an hour and a half!" (True, too)

We had a lot to do beforehand - what with the volleyball field had to
be prepared and all. In no time everybody was breaking a sweat,
including pRetty Boy. Still, much later when all of the competitions
had finished, I leaned in and took a sniff, "How come you still smell
so good?"

He looked extremely pleased. "Really? Could be the Trika I’m using
though." Ha. Trying to be modest when I knew how vain he can be.

Then he took the snack box out and asked if I’d like to be fed.

I melted on the spot.

Sigh. Just said goodbye an hour ago and already I’m missing him a lot.

He got someone to take our picture too, just the two of us… but my office just isn’t a safe place to take a photograph. As soon as a camera is taken out, everybody will pile up in front of it. And that’s what happened. Mau ‘tak sobek-sobek aja rasanya.

Huh.

HE… ORANG-ORANG GAK TAU DIRI!!!

Brengsek. Gw denger beritanya sekitar 2-3 hari lalu dan sambil marah-marah gak karuan, gw berasa pengen ngelempar laptop (pinjeman) gw.

Bagi yang mungkin belum denger, monyet-monyet di DPR barusan dikasi lagi fasilitas laptop, yang menelan biaya Rp 12 M. Alasannya standar, untuk meningkatkan kinerja angggota dewan.

Heh, monyong. Dateng rapat aja males-malesan… BASI, tau ngak. Ngasal aja kasi alasan… emang lu pikir kita ini orang-orang idiot apa, asal ngejawab, mentang-mentang putusannya dah gak bisa diganggu-gugat. Setan. Walaupun buat gw, yang pantas mengutuk itu cuma Tuhan, dalam kasus ini gw pengen banget bisa ngutuk itu orang-orang DPR.

Keenakan.

Dipikirnya dia dewan tertinggi, putusan dia selalu mutlak dan tidak bisa diganggu gugat, seenaknya aja bikin kebijakan. Lihat aja, mungkin 5 tahun mendatang, mereka tinggal dateng nyatronin rumah kita, minta duit. Lha wong makin hari, makin gak tau malu. Siapa tau kan?

Sekarang masih berkedok program ini-itu, masi ngasi alasan bego… Siapa yang tau, makin ari makin nekad - enak aja langsung ngambil.

Gaya pulak, ngomongnya untuk meningkatkan kinerja, emang selama ini pada ngapain sih? Kalo ada polling jujur tentang kinerja DPR, gw yakin hasilnya AMAT SANGAT TIDAK PUAS.

Lha di rapat pada cerita-cerita, ngetik SMS… Orang kalo memang niat kerja, ada laptop gak ada laptop juga jadi aja.

Si siapa itu, yang ahli informatika nasional, dia juga bilang ngapain beli yang semewah itu, lha wong makenya aja gak bisa. See? Katro, ndeso…! Gaya, beli laptop.  Dan yang gw denger, anggarannya itu (seperti biasanya) di-mark up. Jadi belinya itu yang semahal-mahalnya. Yang mestinya 7-8 juta dapat, mereka belinya yang di atas itu.

As*holes.

Bikin darah gw naik. Kalo make barang (atau duit) orang tu harus tau diri. TAU DIRI. Ngakunya aja orang terpelajar padahal norak. Kalo bisa dihemat, ya hemat. Jangan mentang-mentang bisa dipake trus suka-suka. Sial.

Bottom line is, there is something seriously wrong about the system where the House can decide such things, i.e. enriching themselves. I propose that new regulations be established where the reps are confined to making decisions that deals with and ONLY with the welfare of the people.

What underline the wrongness here is that it is only the House itself who can establish such rules and I don’t think we can hold our breath waiting for that to happen.

Working is always the way out.

I just heard last week that someone I’m supposed to trust, someone I should’ve been able to count on had spreadt a spiteful, nasty, untruthful rumor about me.

And to think that she told such horrible lies to the people I care most… It was very devastating to me. I mean, I know, even best friends can sometimes turn nasty against each other (though it has never happened to me, thank God) - sisters or brothers, spouses… But this is way beyond that. Beyond my comprehension.

And I find it very difficult to talk about. Because while a part of me always thinks that nobody would believe what happened, another part also thinks that it’s a terrible shame for me that that person has the heart to do that to me.

And it was worse than the previous events because I found out about this one right before the long weekend. I have always been averse to holidays for exactly this reason. Holidays give you the chance to brood about problems and troubles and if you let it gets under your skin, you’re toast.

I had a project to finish, thank God, so I spent most of my weekend doing it. Pretty Boy was there too, watching my every move as I typed my work into a word processor.

Him being there and reminding me of how nervous I can be around someone I like, really took my thoughts away from those painful things she had generated.

Anyway, I distracted him with the dictionary and soon he was immersing himself in measurement tables (of all things) and resurfacing from time to time to pester me with questions.

I’m back to work again today and the world seemed to have settled back to its axis. What a wonder a group of 12 screaming 7 year-olds can do to calm your nerves.

I’ve found a great site to perv on Iker (click here if you’re one of his salivating female fans). Been browsing on the hundreds of great pics available there and I realised that Iker and I have the same habit: we touch our ears a lot. I do that when I am slightly uncomfortable or when I want some time to think - wonder what his reason is.

This site also commented on how vocal Iker had lately been about the performance of the defenders. I think he is wholly justified. The defenders were a complete DISGRACE. They should never play alongside someone as good as my Iker. Huh.

What’s good about Iker is that he hardly ever blames anyone else when Real Madrid concedes a goal. It was a split second of a display of disappointment on his own performance and then back into the game again. The time to pound on the defenders was always during the attack - never after a goal has been conceded. So if he starts to voice complaints about the way the defenders work now, I think it’s about time. More power to you, caro mio.