From #tweetsfromthetop Event Tonight
This is my first post on this blog in April. I can’t tell you how busy I have gotten these past weeks. I lost my paternal grandmother fortnight ago. And I’m sure she is resting in utter and complete peace now. No pain, no strain.
Life goes on no matter what…
So tonight I intended to show her I’m living my life to the fullest, by following my passion: writing, social media and yoga. It’s the best…
It was advertised as a hassle free, time and power saving procedure. But the reality is just NOT. It is not enough just to show them my identity card or kartu tanda penduduk (KTP) or passport to be entitled to the right to vote in the legislative election today (9/4).
The KPPS Chairman of Karet Kuningan whom I met told us why passports or identity cards cannot be used to claim your right to vote. He argued that they needed more control over these non-residents so it would be easier to allocate them to any place where there are ballots left because they are second rate, additional voters as non-residents.
So I vote here in Jakarta for the first time in General Election this year. I have not been registered as a resident in the capital but thank God any non-residents still may participate and cast their ballots even if their origin or area of origin is not Jakarta. It says somewhere in the rules that we can vote outside our area of registration only if we get ourselves registered as a voter at a nearby general election committee.
With a catch…
Like each non-resident all over the country, I can only vote if there is a ballot left. If there is no ballots left in the box, I simply have to forget the idea that I will vote for the legislative candidates that I am in favor of, which I to a certain extent doubt to find out. But well, I still have to struggle as long as there’s any hope or chance open.
Last night (8/4), I failed to get ‘license to vote’ from the Karet Kuningan KPPS Chairman, South Jakarta. But this very morning, along with a friend, I at last managed to obtain the local neighborhood official letter stating I wanted and was allowed to vote at a nearby general election booth despite my non-resident status. It took me around 60 minutes to stand in line and got the license! What a day!
And here I saw young workers from various regions in Indonesia were standing in line to get the license to vote here without having to cast their ballots at home. They look young in their twenties and early thirties, just like me. And what made me cringe was they knew they had the chance to contribute positive things to the nation and country through general election. Some young generation don’t give this election a damn. They’d rather go out to enjoy one rare public holiday and ignore the opportunities to participate in the democracy festivity. This looks good and optmistic as it may seem, I know, even for me! I suddenly realize why Devi Asmarani (a journo cum yoga teacher) was trying to convince more people to vote, not to abandon their rights to vote. I thought it would take another decades for the failing country to be a superpower country just like China and the US. Now this is the time.
It might be nothing to be called substantial but this is what I can do and am willing to contribute as best as I could. Whatever happens next, only God knows.
If the general elections cannot make Indonesia a better country, I don’t know what can.
A Decade of Being a Cell Phone User
I think it has been a decade since the first time I got a cell phone. I knew someone at high school having it. It was, as far as my memory serves right, Motorola product. Bulky, pitch black, dull, rather cumbersome kind of thing with an antenae. It might be some day in 2004, when I was in my junior year at college. My younger sister got one, my father too. But I was not particularly interested in…
Thought via Path
Fresh from the oven. Cerita baru lagi nih, sodara-sodara.
Jadi ceritanya di musholla yang ada di lantai dasar gedung. Jam segini solat ashar kan ya. Udah deh solat. Lancar. Dari rakaat 1, ok. Kedua ketiga sampai salam, mulus. Habis salam kita semua kan masih duduk ya. Bapak-bapak dan mas-mas pada wirid dan doa.
Dan berkumandanglah pengumuman car call dari petugas resepsionis. “Perhatian, bapak bla bla bla ditunggu ibu bli bli bli di lobi blo blo blo,”semacam itulah pengumumannya.
Eh, tiba-tiba ada bapak, yang gue yakin bukan pengunjung setia gedung dan musholla ini, teriak,”Woyyy diemm!!! Ada yang solat di siniiii!!!” Dia menengok ke luar pintu, mengira yang cuap-cuap itu di luar musholla. Padahal di lobi yang notabene di lantai atas musholla yang jauh.
Langsung muncul gumaman samar dari bapak-bapak yang lain,”Astaghfirullah….”
Langsung aja gue keluar musholla, ga bisa nahan ketawa. Pas pakai sepatu, selintas lihat muka bapak yang emosional tadi. Cuma menganga kagum sambil membatin,”You rocked, dude…” – Read on Path.
Thought via Path
A true journalist doesn’t copy and paste. She types her story with her 10 fingers! – Read on Path.
Thought via Path
Hindari jalan Satrio sekarang juga! Macetnya bikin tua. – Read on Path.
Dari Asean Literary Festival
Anglophilia dalam Sastra, Entrepreneurship dan Yoga
Pertama kali saya mendengar istilah “anglophilia” adalah saat saya duduk di semester 6. Istilah ini merujuk pada kekaguman terhadap budaya dan adat Inggris dan masyarakat Inggris, intinya semua yang berbau Inggris (dan Amerika Serikat, karena secara historis Inggris juga menjadi nenek moyang sebagian warga AS). Saat itu dosen mata kuliah Kritik Sastra memberikan novel untuk dibahas. Novel itu…
Thought via Path
Ketemu temen-temen translator. Malah disuruh buat buku yoga, nanti diterjemahin ke bahasa Inggris ama Jerman. Dalam waktu 6 bulan? Hamil aja 9 bulan. – Read on Path.