I just had my worst bad day ever. And yup, that sucks!  Well, to be honest, I’ve never been that freaky girl who believes all those stupid (whoops!) astrologic stuffs.  I think it’s just some kind of silly-pathetic-ridiculous branch of knowledge.  Well at least my religion told me so.  I even refuse its existence (no offense please, you astrology fans) Having to say that, please understand that my latest bad day has nothing to do with any greedy fortune teller’s prediction.  Totally caused by my own mistakes, or sins, I should say.  Anyway here the story goes…. (yes, I know, it is a long article)

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It was a bright sunny day of Friday, October 27 and for me, it was my last day of Idul Fitri Holidays.  People tend to take Sunday, October 29 as the moment they end their long holidays.  But I decided to come to office early at Saturday to fix the mess I left before the holidays begin (bad employee!)  That means I have to be on my dorm by Friday.  The problem was, that Friday evening (around 4.30 pm) I was still at the warnet.  With my cousin.  Browsing for Advent Children (for me: specified the searching to one simple keyword ‘Kadaj’ –how I love that evil bishie!-)  at

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(and oh, it’s a very recommended site for artists, though.  Or artist wannabe like me) And the warnet, actually, located at Bekasi Timur.  And I haven’t packed my stuffs.  And I haven’t done my Ashar pray.  And when we got home (my cousin’s crib, also located at Bekasi Timur), both my uncle and aunt was still enjoying their naps, so it would be awkward enough to have their permit (in the not too distant time, I found this as my luck)  Those mess, and it took at least four hours to reach Tangerang from there. 

So I was PANICKED!!!

But as I just never give a damn to such troubles, I decided to go home still.  So there I was, stood alone among the Pengamen Jalanan, Preman-preman and Pedagang Kaki Lima (sorry, haven’t got the right words to call them in English) of Bulak Kapal, Bekasi (Bekasi, masih di Bekasi loh!) and it was almost 6.00 pm.  And i got nervous (nervous, worried, scared, whatever you may say).  It was not there were any public transportation that came by, but I was just too picky in choosing the right one for me.  I took the time a little bit too long to decide which one I would have to take me home.  As the time was running out, I desperately got on a bus, which was totally a stupid option.  MASA MO KE TANGERANG NAIK BUS JURUSAN BEKASI – LEBAK BULUS SEH DHI???!!! 

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ada yang ke Blok M, ada yang ke Kebun Nanas, even ada yang ke Kali Deres.  Wasted time and money, you poor pathetic girl.  Dasar stupid, stupid 100x.  So guys, that made my bad day #1.

But life goes on.  To reduce my guilty feeling, I tried to make my reasons of why-I-don’t-regret-this-route, even though I have wasted my precious time (getting dark out there) and doubled the cost (akhir bulan neh, dan saya menderita pasca-lebaran-financial-condition-syndrom) during the journey (mana ngetemnya lammmaaa dan macet buanget lage!)  While promised my self not to do the same fool twice, of course.  Heh!  Finally, approaching Lebak Bulus Terminal (you know, the journey was felt sooo long.  No wonder the bus fee quite expensive.  Rp. 7000,- bo!)

But as I continued my journey to Ciputat, the next foolish action happened though.  Why did I choose to sit right behind the driver’s place?  And why did I pick the minibus with fewer passengers?  The results of those were: the driver didn’t stop teasing me (you’re beautiful, you know –hellowww?  Already know that, and even though he was young and quite handsome, hell I wasn’t proud!-, where do you live?  From Bekasi, right?, etc… etc…) and since I was the only passenger he had, he dropped me off half the journey (again, doubled the cost)  Then when I got off the minibus, I slipped on my high heels (when did I not?) and the teaser driver saw it.  But whatever!  And oh, the sexual harassment didn’t stop there.  The next driver put his fingers on mine with purpose a little bit too long when I gave him the transportation fee.  Ass hole!!!  If I was I a girl who cared or easily offended by such things, I would smack him.  But again, whatever!  And those, made my bad day #2.  God, when would this ever stopped?  T__T

Well I’m telling you, Allah SWT had no mercy on me that day.  Again, for the third time within less than 3 hours, I got on the wrong transportation (Do you notice how imbecilic I was?  Do you?  Do you?)  So it was almost 08.00 pm.  And since Gading Serpong has this silly regulation not to let any 4 wheeled public transportation operates after that time to let the Ojek Bikers have the opportunities to have passengers, I had to hurry (Iyalah, it’s not that I don’t have the empathy for them, but they’re cost 4 times the public transportation fee, so I have to be wise)  So this ‘got to be hurry’ thing had me expend a lot.

You know, from one particular angle/point of view, I noticed that there are two types of kids.  The first type is the ones who have a critical thought.  They excited and curious by things, and have the willingness to find out what those are.  The second type is…. Well the opposite of first one, they are the ones who think themselves as the center of the universe, and don’t even seem to care to what happens around them.  Not until they feel like they want to, or have to.  And for your information, I am (OF COURSE!) one of the second ones.

So I didn’t give a damn when I saw the road outside wasn’t like the one I used to have when I got back from BSD to Gading Serpong.  The minibus took the rural route.  Crossed some villagers’ residents.  But then I thought, ‘chill out, you insecure girl.  Maybe they have some road to fix, so they took this route and I kept on my daydreaming.  But hey, it’s kind of odd.  The bumpy road seemed had no end.  They didn’t seem to turn to some smoother protocol road anytime soon.  After some deep thought I decided to ask the woman beside me.  ‘Excuse me Mam, where does this minibus actually headed to?’  Her answer shocked me ‘To Ciputat.  Why?’  WTF!!!  Instead of take the route to BSD, I mysteriously took the one to Ciputat.  It means I took a completely wrong minibus, to turn back from where I just came.  How did I take this God damn vehicle at the first place anyway???

I eventually remembered, the driver on previous minibus pointed at this minibus and told me ‘that one goes to Cikokol’ (to reach Gading Serpong, we can use the BSD – Cikokol route)  So this guy gave me the wrong direction, then.  Jack Ass!!!  As I pissed off, I suddenly realized, maybe what he meant was ‘there, wait there’ instead of ‘take the minibus over there’  Stupid, stupid 1.000x. 

They then dropped me off half way (for the 2^nd time during the day!) in the middle of nowhere.  And there was no sign of any other minibus crossing the road.  In fact, there was nothing there.  The street was totally dull.  And I was getting nervous (nervous, worried, scared, whatever!)

Luckily for me (Hey, Allah SWT still loves me anyway!) Not far behind me, there was a bunch of people sitting around.  They were the local Ojek Bikers, I thought.  In the middle of my confusion, one of them came approaching.  Then he kindly told me that there is no public transportation that might come at the moment.  It was some kind of purview.  They just don’t operate around that time.  The same stupid regulation we have in Gading Serpong.  He suggested me to have an Ojek Bikers to escort me back to BSD Terminal.  Since I had no other choice, I agreed.  The kind man called his friend to take me, and told him not to charge me too expensive, since they only wanted to help me.  Awwww…. These strangers ware just too sweet.

My Ojek Biker, who had the same kindness as the man before, tried to cheer me up.  His sympathy relieved me.  He explain many things about this middle-of-nowhere place.  It’s called Rawa Lele.  Hua..ha..ha..  My poor pathetic soul.  When it came to my time to cast away, even the name of the place sounds funny. (and by the way, the place was a swamp back in the days)  And this, dear friends, made my bad day #3. 

And to complete my day, I had a stomached during my BSD – Gading Serpong journey.  A truly was a painful one. My maag, I guess.  I haven’t got anything today except my lunch.  Thank God I’m a tough girl.  Otherwise, I would cry out for the stomached didn’t just go after a while.  I managed not to faint, eventually.  But I consider this as what made my bad day #4.

Having to have these obstacles, I wondered what I did I do so I deserved this horrible journey.  Then I tried to dig my memories to track back my previous act.  Then I came to one conclusion that I did deserve this.  There were just too many hints.  Just didn’t realize it.  So let’s flash back to that Friday Morning.

I was still at Bekasi at that time.  It was quite peaceful though.  I even managed to wake up early so I could do my Shubuh Pray. (But wait, that dawn, I dropped my beloved cell phone from the height of a Computer Desk.  Was that some kind of sign?)   I then finished my cousin’s collection of Fruit Basket Manga lazily (hi..hi.. Sweetest moment in life is the simplest thing).  There was no something special happened.  Until I got this call from my Mother. 

She asked me ‘When will you back to your dorm?  Your little sister and I are planning to have a visit there, you see’  ??????  Oh my God!  That just ruined my happy morning.  I didn’t mind at all if my dearest Mother wanted to visit me (like she never done that unconfirmed-before-visit aja seh?)  But my sister?  That God-damn-beautiful-irritating little creature?  NO WAY, you evil!  I can still remember clearly how you messed up with my place, borrowed my clothes (and never give them back), stole (yup! STOLE) some of my precious belonging that you had interest in legally (because Mom was at her back) and other bothering things once we were still live at the same roof.  I managed to start my life from the beginning when I moved to my dorm, and I won’t let you infuriate me for the second time ever.  Okay, okay, I know it was just one visit, that I might be too overreacted.  But I was sured that she could do anything undesirable/I don’t desire with my present beloved room (it’s kind of filthy, but I still love it)

So even though I had the opportunity to go back home that Friday morning to have those ‘honored guests’ by the evening, I told Mom that I’ll be back home tomorrow morning, and suggested her to visit me on Monday instead (by that time, my little sister would have be back to work. Hi..hi..hi..)  While decided (in my thought, of course) to stick with my plan on going back home this evening to have some time surfing the net by the afternoon.  So this is the first hint or my first action that I would cause me disaster today:  LIED TO MY MOM AND ACTED CRUEL TO MY LITTLE SISTER.   

Then when I told my Uncle and Aunt about my plan to go home this evening (I didn’t tell them my bad behavior to my Mother and Sister.  If I did, they’d be pissed of for sure, and I didn’t want it to happen) they said ‘It’s not good for a girl to go home that late.  Stay here until tomorrow, neng!’  But I insisted.  And took my permit while they were taking their naps, so they could do nothing about it (like I said before, their naps came to my luck)  And this 2^nd bad attitude made my curse make sense: DISOBEYING THE ELDERS’ ADVICE. 

Well those two OBVIOUS hints should’ve reminded me about things that would happen after.  But my brick head told me to keep moving on and ignored the little voice inside of me.  You devilish girl!!!

Having to remember that, I suddenly got these blushes on my cheeks.  No wonder, then!!!  I deserve even more, I thought.  Allah SWT was just toooo kind.

Well anyway, I finally managed to get to my dorm safely.  I then had my late dinner (my stomached disappeared afterward!)  Did my Isya Pray (missed the Maghrib) and watched ‘Jomblo’ at a private local TV station (would somebody tell me why the hell did the they title the movie ‘Jomblo’  There were four main characters in it, and at least two of them were definitely taken.  But still worship the handsome Christian Sugiono though)  and hastily wrote this story until 1.30 am.  Hi..hi.. I can’t wait until tomorrow to make the draft done.  I mean, I wanted to make this one’s article as the Memoir of my Stupidity.  That, and to prove my theory that Allah SWT, with the very typical ways, always punishes me not too long from where I did the sins.  Take this today’s case as an example.  Allah SWT punishes me with the hectic journey home at the very same day when I lied to my Mother and ignored my Uncle and Aunt.  Allah SWT works very fast.  And this is what stopped me from doing bigger criminal action.  Let’s say if I killed someone someday.  Maybe I would get my self killed also the next day. Uhmmm…  I better let not that happen, don’t I?  Never doubt You, dear Lord o__O;

I eventually understand this.  I’ll take today’s incidents as a lesson (why do  I always learn my lesson the hard ways?)  I’ll behave better next time.  I’ll try not to tell people lies.  I’ll try to respect people more and give them another chance.  I’ll listen to what people said.  Well, I’m not promising You anything here, God.  But I said I’ll try.  Thank You for the blessing today.  It could’ve been worse, but You still care for me.  Well it’s not that I didn’t know that, but thanks anyway.  I also thank for all the strangers who helped me today (they helped sincerely, and it surprised me)  Even to my cousin who constantly checked my condition up through her text.  Only God can pay your kindness back.

And for the people I cheated on, my Mother, my Little Sister, may Uncle and Aunt, I might not have the guts to tell this sorry to you all straightly, but at least through this posted article, I let the whole world knows.  So I’m so SORRY!  I’ll try not to let that happens twice.

So I think the right soundtrack for this article would be Daniel Powter’s Bad Day, huh?  And oh, Ada Band’s Manusia Bodoh.  Hi..hi..hi..