The Mandrake [Published Private Life]

Today, there’s a headline on newspaper that bugs me: “A teacher raped his own student”. It may now become another headline here in Indonesia, Jakarta, to be precise. What has the world come into? Can we really innocently say that we have nothing to do with it?

Let’s take a walk on any road/ street in Jakarta. Pay attention to those newsstands. It is notable that there are so many local perverted tabloid/ magazine. Can we let them be? I don’t know. Should we try to demolish all those newsstands, then the TV news reports a bunch of people doing anarchy. We will end up like so-called FPI: be stamped public enemy.

Who’s to blame? This would be cliche: the government. They should be the one who control this country, what the public should see, what our children should see. But, no. Things are just business like usual.

Long time ago, I once wished I was dead. I just couldn’t bear this burden anymore. Nope, I wasn’t desparete. It’s not like I wanted to commit suicide or something. I just wish God take my soul away before I am sucked into this mess.

I don’t know. I think I just wonder now: “when will all of these end?”

Today, I when tuned in to my favorite station in town in the morning, there was a quiz. It was guessing game of counting of how many specific word spoken by a girl. It went on well.

There were many people who submitted their answers. According to the hosts, most of them are true. They also let the submitter to submit their comment. And, among all those correct answers, mine was chosen to be the winner.

Oh what a happy day! Woohooo