I recopied paste my first blog, that written about 2years ago.. Don't know if others ever has this same unique experiences.. Enjoy it..
Wed, 9 April 08
A man from Heaven
Today, I’m Late Again to Office! (TILAtO )
My mistake, late sleep and late wake up. I am always ignored the shubuh azan, even lately I become deaf.. never heard the God calls.. hmmmmm. The distance of the mosque to my apartment just a few meters, but the Azan calling never wake me up. Oh GOD, I felt very bad. Many times I setting up my alarm, I did wake up, but I sleep again, again sleep, sleep like never enough. The satanic on my eyes, sit on my eyelid made it heavy super heavy to open. My spirit also less.. getting less.. ohggggggg ahggggggg.. why? WHY ? hmmmmm…. Hmmm…. I’m bitting my lips, though hardly about that.
I woke up at 8am, get ready to the office.. take my angkot go to pasar minggu, and wait another bus to Sudirman! Quiet long waiting, I stand up opposite of the road, reading the novel of “tragedy Nadra” the story become more more interesting. I don’t care in shining morning sun, standing up and read the novel, with my eyes sometimes searching for my bus. About 15mnts the bus, arrived.. ahggggg finally, and luckily me I got the seat beside an old lady. I continue my readings, sometimes my minds mixed up with the story of the novels. The road in Pasar minggu well known with the hell traffic jams. I passed by the same roads, this week on a row I late to the office for three days, Oh my GOD! Will I get the notice from the HR hmm.. I don’t care so much.
Passengers keep coming, and getting the bus full. Ladies, Man, boys and girls, are standing on the aisle of the bus. There is one man, with very terrible clothes and flavor just standing beside the lady who sit on my side. I’m busy with my novel, meanwhile I saw the lady sit inconveniently, with her hands covered her noise with her handkerchiefs. Hmmmmm… She tastes the flavor of the man from heaven. Though the man has mentally problem. His clothes dirty, tires anywhere, and looks never get shower for such a long time... The flavors goes anywhere, I saw not only the lady sit beside him close her noise some other passenger do the same. Hmm… I’m sure.. This lucky man has mental problems. He felt no guilty, face plain like baby, saw something outside the windows, he sometimes put his plastic bag on the floor, and take it back.. to release his tiredness by standing.
I’m still keep reading the “Tragedy Nadra”, even the smells also attack my noise, I don’t care. I’m thinking I’m not much better then this mentally man. I called him the man from the Heaven. I think he could be has better position in front of the greatest maker later ….. I believe he will be the heaven man … the man from heaven … Sometimes, I spy on him and observe the people around him.. but I’m still thinking for nothing except on my mind, he is the one, the lucky man – the man from heaven and continue reading my novel.
Due can’t survive with the scents of the obsessed man who standing in front of the old lady, finally she move up, and find a standing place just a meter from the man. Observing an empty seat beside me, that man, who I though has mentally problem decided to take her seat. Finally he seat beside me.. Ahggggggg the man from the heaven just sit side by side with me. His sweating arms nudging my shoulder.. oh no OH OH.. NO.. I tried to give him more space, but not possible with the narrow seat and full of passenger, made it difficult. I attempted to squish my body so we don’t touch each other, but still not possible. Eventually I back to my novel, the bad aroma become more intense, but I don’t care and keep reading.. I am still though he is the man from the heaven… still and continue my reading.
Occasionally, I tried to watch the man, what he is doing. I saw him made a movement like people who do praying while sitting. He move both his hands up and enfold them on his stomach.. I didn’t observed too much, but I noticed he did it quiet offend. A slight curious comes in my mind about what is he doing – is it praying or he just react like that. Any chance I still spy him, and he still do that, make a move like somebody praying, “Takbiratur Ikhram” hmm… see.. is it a sign for me ?? Oh GOD.. Even your mentally creatures still praise on you. My vanity, I still don’t care so much what the man from heaven doing. I didn’t even see his face or mouth moving saying something. I’m so deaf with him.. and back to my novel..
About twenty minutes he sat beside me, his wet sweating shifting on my long sleeves shirt. Oh oh.. I felt the scents.. hmmmm.. some of the aroma transferred to me. I still don’t care! To entertain, I still said that he will be the man from the heaven.. yeah he will be the one. So I don’t so much concern about the flavor – the bad aroma! I hope someday the bad scents will change into the best fragrance, the most soft smell scents that whoever smell it will try to come close and find the source. Yeah.. I’m expecting that happened.
Later the man, standing up and get ready to get down. The scents again get more sharpen as he is standing and leave his seat. I’m survive, I manage to control that scents, without covering my noise.. hmmm eventually he step down from the bus. In a minutes my seat still empty even though some passengers still standing up. Perhaps they understand the situations and still felt the aroma of the man from heaven.. Yeah I believe that. Then a young girl seat beside me, after firstly offered the old woman to seat there, but the old woman refused it. She still prefer to standing up. Yeah .. Yeah.. I still smell the bad scents.. if I look to the left I still found the bad scents remain on my shirt. But I still don’t care.
The girl just seat a half of the chair, we are really not seating side by side. I don’t know why, perhaps because she can manage it, as there are not so many passengers standing now. Some passengers already step down to their stop by. I continue reading my novel. That experience sitting with the man from heaven, doesn’t concern me so much. I don’t think so much about that even the flavor remains on my shirt. Further my stop by getting closer. I’m putting my novel on my bag, and get ready to step-down.
I arrived in my office at 10am. Crazy traffic.. I don’t need wasting my energy to complain about it. It’s a routine a continuous history about traffic in Pasar Minggu. I believe people surrounded with this situation. They are exhausted to complain about that, and manage to enjoy it .. just enjoy.. ENJOY.. spent about 1.5hours just enjoy.. oh oh .. I’m late again to the office .. my mistake.
I enter the office by greeting good morning to my receptionist with big smile, shy to be late again coming to my office, but she looks such a nice receptionist answering my greeting with a big smile too oh .. you are so lovely Marina by replying my morning greeting with hearty smile. Thank you my receptionist you make my DAY today, with your smile.. I already forgotten about the man from heaven and do focus on my paper work. WORK WORK WORK…I love Wednesday!!
Today, I’m Late Again to Office! (TILAtO )
My mistake, late sleep and late wake up. I am always ignored the shubuh azan, even lately I become deaf.. never heard the God calls.. hmmmmm. The distance of the mosque to my apartment just a few meters, but the Azan calling never wake me up. Oh GOD, I felt very bad. Many times I setting up my alarm, I did wake up, but I sleep again, again sleep, sleep like never enough. The satanic on my eyes, sit on my eyelid made it heavy super heavy to open. My spirit also less.. getting less.. ohggggggg ahggggggg.. why? WHY ? hmmmmm…. Hmmm…. I’m bitting my lips, though hardly about that.
I woke up at 8am, get ready to the office.. take my angkot go to pasar minggu, and wait another bus to Sudirman! Quiet long waiting, I stand up opposite of the road, reading the novel of “tragedy Nadra” the story become more more interesting. I don’t care in shining morning sun, standing up and read the novel, with my eyes sometimes searching for my bus. About 15mnts the bus, arrived.. ahggggg finally, and luckily me I got the seat beside an old lady. I continue my readings, sometimes my minds mixed up with the story of the novels. The road in Pasar minggu well known with the hell traffic jams. I passed by the same roads, this week on a row I late to the office for three days, Oh my GOD! Will I get the notice from the HR hmm.. I don’t care so much.
Passengers keep coming, and getting the bus full. Ladies, Man, boys and girls, are standing on the aisle of the bus. There is one man, with very terrible clothes and flavor just standing beside the lady who sit on my side. I’m busy with my novel, meanwhile I saw the lady sit inconveniently, with her hands covered her noise with her handkerchiefs. Hmmmmm… She tastes the flavor of the man from heaven. Though the man has mentally problem. His clothes dirty, tires anywhere, and looks never get shower for such a long time... The flavors goes anywhere, I saw not only the lady sit beside him close her noise some other passenger do the same. Hmm… I’m sure.. This lucky man has mental problems. He felt no guilty, face plain like baby, saw something outside the windows, he sometimes put his plastic bag on the floor, and take it back.. to release his tiredness by standing.
I’m still keep reading the “Tragedy Nadra”, even the smells also attack my noise, I don’t care. I’m thinking I’m not much better then this mentally man. I called him the man from the Heaven. I think he could be has better position in front of the greatest maker later ….. I believe he will be the heaven man … the man from heaven … Sometimes, I spy on him and observe the people around him.. but I’m still thinking for nothing except on my mind, he is the one, the lucky man – the man from heaven and continue reading my novel.
Due can’t survive with the scents of the obsessed man who standing in front of the old lady, finally she move up, and find a standing place just a meter from the man. Observing an empty seat beside me, that man, who I though has mentally problem decided to take her seat. Finally he seat beside me.. Ahggggggg the man from the heaven just sit side by side with me. His sweating arms nudging my shoulder.. oh no OH OH.. NO.. I tried to give him more space, but not possible with the narrow seat and full of passenger, made it difficult. I attempted to squish my body so we don’t touch each other, but still not possible. Eventually I back to my novel, the bad aroma become more intense, but I don’t care and keep reading.. I am still though he is the man from the heaven… still and continue my reading.
Occasionally, I tried to watch the man, what he is doing. I saw him made a movement like people who do praying while sitting. He move both his hands up and enfold them on his stomach.. I didn’t observed too much, but I noticed he did it quiet offend. A slight curious comes in my mind about what is he doing – is it praying or he just react like that. Any chance I still spy him, and he still do that, make a move like somebody praying, “Takbiratur Ikhram” hmm… see.. is it a sign for me ?? Oh GOD.. Even your mentally creatures still praise on you. My vanity, I still don’t care so much what the man from heaven doing. I didn’t even see his face or mouth moving saying something. I’m so deaf with him.. and back to my novel..
About twenty minutes he sat beside me, his wet sweating shifting on my long sleeves shirt. Oh oh.. I felt the scents.. hmmmm.. some of the aroma transferred to me. I still don’t care! To entertain, I still said that he will be the man from the heaven.. yeah he will be the one. So I don’t so much concern about the flavor – the bad aroma! I hope someday the bad scents will change into the best fragrance, the most soft smell scents that whoever smell it will try to come close and find the source. Yeah.. I’m expecting that happened.
Later the man, standing up and get ready to get down. The scents again get more sharpen as he is standing and leave his seat. I’m survive, I manage to control that scents, without covering my noise.. hmmm eventually he step down from the bus. In a minutes my seat still empty even though some passengers still standing up. Perhaps they understand the situations and still felt the aroma of the man from heaven.. Yeah I believe that. Then a young girl seat beside me, after firstly offered the old woman to seat there, but the old woman refused it. She still prefer to standing up. Yeah .. Yeah.. I still smell the bad scents.. if I look to the left I still found the bad scents remain on my shirt. But I still don’t care.
The girl just seat a half of the chair, we are really not seating side by side. I don’t know why, perhaps because she can manage it, as there are not so many passengers standing now. Some passengers already step down to their stop by. I continue reading my novel. That experience sitting with the man from heaven, doesn’t concern me so much. I don’t think so much about that even the flavor remains on my shirt. Further my stop by getting closer. I’m putting my novel on my bag, and get ready to step-down.
I arrived in my office at 10am. Crazy traffic.. I don’t need wasting my energy to complain about it. It’s a routine a continuous history about traffic in Pasar Minggu. I believe people surrounded with this situation. They are exhausted to complain about that, and manage to enjoy it .. just enjoy.. ENJOY.. spent about 1.5hours just enjoy.. oh oh .. I’m late again to the office .. my mistake.
I enter the office by greeting good morning to my receptionist with big smile, shy to be late again coming to my office, but she looks such a nice receptionist answering my greeting with a big smile too oh .. you are so lovely Marina by replying my morning greeting with hearty smile. Thank you my receptionist you make my DAY today, with your smile.. I already forgotten about the man from heaven and do focus on my paper work. WORK WORK WORK…I love Wednesday!!
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