Tawuran and Mob Lynch

Why the kid and young people got "tawuran" or school kid brawl?
In Indonesia, specially Jakarta you can find story about young school kid fight with another school. We called it "tawuran" here. They fight for some unimportant reason like struggle for keep the girlfriend of one school stay on that school, and not be a grilfriend to another kid in another school. Insult from 1 kid that got the whole kid from that school take action, and it can also be caused by the long live grudge like SMA 6 and SMA 70 Jakarta. You can Google it if you intersted more of it.

What make me so interested in it is that, they are fight for their pride as a member of "almamater" of one school.

Pride. It also a big thing caused people to fight till their dead. It is their identity. When the identity is insulted they revolt.

Identity make people diferentiate themself and other people. Identity give people entitlement to grow and glued together in one name. But also make them vulnerable to insult in that name.

This entitlement also give them a place to be, a fight to fought, a reason to act.

When they go out they know who they are. They know what to yearn for, who are their comrade.

The Jack Mania and patriotism
And that make me remember my post about angry generation. A generation raised by no war, no famine, no pain in front of television.
A generation that fight for  a reason to enjoy pain as they yearning for the glory of their identity. A generation of young that making happiness and sadness for television to decide for them.

In this generation came the jack mania and bobotoh, two footbal fansclub of two big city: Jakarta and Bandung. This two fansclub have their own history to define one another as an enemy. Not just in front of the football game, but in real life as they wore their football club costume.

The most recent big event is the death of one of the Jack Mania, after known to wore the wardrobe of Bandung football fansclub in the middle of bobotoh crowd, playing himself to be a spy, then this unlucky person getting beaten to death by bobotoh.

What a tragic event.

But the story doesn't end there, what we call as crowd mass murder isn't just on the football fans. The sad thing on history is "lynching", slave killed by a mob. Dark history of america, a newcomer which trying to wall themself from another newcomer.. heuheuheu

Masa Depan Accountant

Accounting

Lagi cari jurusan untuk diambil buat daftar beasiswa. Karena gue dari Akuntansi, maka gue mikir chance gue untuk keterima adalah di jurusan akuntansi.

Tapi jadi inget kemaren baca sebuah artikel tentang masa depan kebutuhan pekerjaan ke depan, dan yang dibutuhkan ke depan rata-rata dari yang jurusan teknologi informasi: pengolahan big data, artificial intelegent, dst. Sedang Akuntansi? Tidak ada didaftar 10 besar itu.

Saya jadi berfikir tentang kenapa profesi-profesi ini dibutuhkan dan masa depannya, apakah masih relevan dan dibutuhkan di masa depan.

Dokter, tentu masih akan dibutuhkan, meski banyak yang akan dibantu oleh teknologi dalam melakukan diagnosa dan seterusnya, tapi teknologi tidak mempunyai kemampuan dalam melakukan penyimpulan dan kemampuan pengambilan keputusan akan diagnosa seorang pasien, apalagi pasien dengan simtom/gejala-gejala kompleks, atau terkait spesialis. Dan oleh karena itu, dokter spesialis akan tetap dibutuhkan di masa depan.

Profesi lain, pengacara misal. Saya rasa profesi ini masih akan tetap sangat relevan hingga masa depan, selama konsep keadilan kita masih di tegakkan melalui majelis hakim dengan jaksa penuntut serta pengacara sebagai pembela tertuduh. Yang akan berubah mungkin hanya pekerjaan pendukungnya. yang membantu dia riset, yang membantu dia menyiapkan dokumen, akan sangat terbantu oleh teknologi, tapi soal pembelaannya di pengadilan saya rasa masih membutuhkan pengacara in person.

Lalu gimana dengan akuntan? Profesi Akuntan setahu saya muncul dengan adanya kebutuhan pengaturan keuangan dan pencatatan, serta pelaporannya. Di dunia digital masih akan sangat dibutuhkan orang yang mampu mengelola keuangan, tapi kalau masalah pencatatan dan pelaporan, sudah akan sangat dibantu oleh teknologi. Transaksi sudah tidak perlu lagi dicatat ulang dari kasir kepada bagian accounting, accounting akan sudah mendapat data yang dapat diolah komputer untuk menjadi laporan yang dibutuhkan. Dengan ini saya berkesimpulan bahwa profesi ini akan berubah menjadi lebih ramping dalam bagian, yang dibutuhkan terutama adalah orang yang mampu membaca laporan tersebut dan memberi rekomendasi strategis akan informasi dari laporan. Dengan artian profesi ini akan tetap dibutuhkan tapi bagi yang memang spesialis dan mempunyai kemampuan strategis.

Auditor, Profesi ini saya rasa juga masih akan dibutuhkan, tapi syaratnya akan bertambah dengan tidak hanya kemampuan bidang yang di audit, namun harus ditambah dengan kemampuan mengolah data dan teknologi informasi. Seperti kita tahu yang di audit nantinya tidak lagi kertas demi kertas bukti transaksi dan pencatatan ke laporan, tapi sudah langsung data transaksi yang di oleh teknologi menjadi laporan. Sehingga nantinya yang diperlukan auditor yang mampu mengolah data langsung dan membandingkannya dengan laporan yang telah jadi. Mampu melihat titik kritis dari pelapoan melalui teknologi informasi. Keamanannya: apakah data transaksi dirubah? apakah data benar sudah dijadikan laporan dengan sesuai? apakah Laporan disusun sesuai standar? dan baru apakah ada hal penting bagi pembaca yang tidak dilaporkan di laporan?

It means, menurut gue, seorang akuntan harus membekali dirinya dengan kemampuan teknologi informasi selain kemampuan strategis pengelolaan keuangan dan pelaporannya agar tetap bisa relevan dengan perkembangan jaman. So, i think i should search the course that over some point of view in the technology informasi that being used in real world, to answer the question like, how to manipulate a big data transaction efective and efficiently, what program and how to get the data needed search an answer for a question that strategicaly needed for the company.

Short story: Burning Fire

Burning fire - Membakar Api

Eka Kurniawan - March 1, 2009

Api

After making sure his wife disappeared from the hospital, of course with their newborn baby, Mirdad immediately called his wife. "Artika, where are you? What about our baby? "His voice was aimed more at the ballot box, which began with Artika's short message," My husband, if you want to see our child, first, return my father back. "

Lohan's business again, Mirdad thought.

In the last few weeks, before giving birth to their first baby, Artika's condition was not so good. Mirdad was very worried, especially thinking of his wife's womb. And if he asks, Artika always brings it back to the issue, "I think of my father. How can I be calm if my father is said to have been put in the arms and tortured and I don't know where he is. "

"I don't know either," said Mirdad.

"But your father knows."

It is true. He himself did not know what had happened between father and father-in-law. He only heard the news that was milling about, which was not clearly in his case. Of course he had asked that to his father, but the father would only say that this matter was more complicated than they thought. However, simply his father would say: "Your in-laws burn fire." That's their term for embezzling the organization's money.

"I don't believe it," Artika said at the time.

When her womb approached her delivery period, Mirdad persuaded her to go to the hospital and stay there. Artika did not move, vowing to only give birth if it was accompanied by Lohan, her father. Desperately, Mirdad returned to meet his father and begged for a moment to free Lohan to be able to accompany his wife to give birth to their child.

"No, son. You will have to understand later, organizations are even more important than any kind of family romance."

Until one day he did not find his wife at home. He called his wife, but the call was dead. In fact, at that time there was no message to talk to the ballot box. Mirdad tried to call their doctor, but the doctor did not know anything and instead asked, why did his wife not come, even though it was nearing the day of delivery. He then telephoned all maternity hospitals, asking if there was a patient named Artika Lohan. No maternity hospital has a patient named that. There is also no public hospital that answer yes. In fact, he had also spread out some of his men to look for places where traditional birth attendants were born. The result was nil.

Then, he got the news that his wife gave birth in a maternity hospital outside the city. Damn, he thought, why can't he think of that. He immediately drove to the hospital. It was true that his wife gave birth there, but Artika had gone back. That's when he called again and got a short message before the sign to speak to the ballot box, "My husband, if you want to see our child, return my father first to the house."

Mirdad sat on the porch of the hospital and asked himself, "Which one should I choose, this damn family or organization?"

The news about Lohan's arrest was first heard from Artika. At that time Artika had just visited his father's house, then suddenly came home and called out to him. A midnight napkin wakes up and asks, what's wrong?

"Father was arrested."

"By whom?" He thought, his father-in-law was arrested by the police. In their world, that's not a strange thing. His father had dealt with the police dozens of times and had been in custody several times even though the organization's lawyers always managed to make a plea of ​​not guilty to be released. And his father-in-law, Lohan, is a field person. He dealt with the police more often and so far there had never been a business he could not solve easily.

"By Pre."

That just surprised him. Mirdad wakes up from the bed. Pre is their term for field people, trained street thugs. No, not just any street thugs. Their job is to do all acts of violence cleanly to protect all interests of the organization. Street thugs are just poor parking attendants and street vendors. Pre killed and burned the building, without being noticed. Lohan himself was a pre, if he was arrested by pre-peers, it meant that there were serious problems involving the internal organization.

"Why?" Asked Mirdad.

"I don't know!" And Artika continued with a roar. Because he knows, pre-arrest means death without a trace. Pre does not only kill enemies and rival organizations, he can also act the same for insiders who they think are traitors. And betrayal is an unforgivable sin in their organization. Artika knew very well about this, so she deserved to cry over her father.

Followed by Artika, Mirdad immediately went to his father's house, known by his long full name: Rustam Satria Juwono. The father likes it when people say his name in full three words, and of course

hate if someone tries to abbreviate it. Some people who did not like him, quietly abbreviated the name became RSJ, as the abbreviation for the Mental Hospital. Indeed there is no more appropriate place to find out the condition of Lohan than going to meet Rustam Satria Juwono. Rustam Satria Juwono is the chairman of the organization.

He might not only know about Lohan's arrest. It could be that Lohan's arrest by the pre is precisely his command.

"Father, why was your father-in-law arrested pre?" Asked Mirdad.

Facing his son and daughter-in-law, Rustam Satria Juwono tried to speak softly and wisely, "Calm yourself. Father will try to find the best way to solve this problem. "

"Why not send the pre release my father?" Asked Artika impatiently. His eyes were swollen and he was still crying.

"Calm down, kid. Father will try as best I can. Even though the father is a chairman, the organization has its own rules. You know, as a chairman, you can't act arbitrarily. "

Even for Mirdad himself, his father's words sounded like bullshit.

The incident was exactly a month before Artika gave birth to her baby. With a big belly, Artika tried to find out her father's whereabouts. Similarly, Mirdad. The result is nil. They reported it to the police as a missing person, but they knew for sure that the police would not find it easily. After all, it is impossible to say to the police that Lohan was kidnapped by the pre-party.

First, there were no witnesses to the abduction. During the kidnapping, Lohan lived alone in her room. As usual, he always locked the door and window of the room from inside. After noon Lohan didn't leave the room, Artika and her mother tried to open the door. After opening, they found an empty room. But the doors and windows remained locked from the inside. There is no conclusion whatsoever except to be sure, that can only be done by a group of pre.

Second, mentioning pre will only endanger both of them.

Third, the police did not know what was pre.

Fourth, if there are police who know the pre, they will not want to handle the case.

Finally they find out in their own way. Even though they could be said to be nobody in the middle of a labyrinth of organizations, they could also be said to have little friends who slipped here and there and knew quite a lot of things. From such shrieks, they finally get fragments of the story behind Lohan's arrest.

These days, as many people know, organizations are on the verge of going bankrupt. That means, their companies have too much debt and make too little money. The elders of the organization, in their outside world, are better known as capital conglomerates, meeting to find a way out to save the organization-owned companies. That's when they returned to check the books. Big bookkeeping and finding big concedes. There is expenditure, but there is no income.

All eyes then looked at the only person who should be responsible for the loss of money: Lohan.

"I can explain where the money went," Lohan said, trying to calm down.

"Yes, gentlemen, I'm sure this best friend can explain where the money went," said Rustam Satria Juwono, the chairman, at the end of the meeting.

Rustam Satria Juwono finally called Lohan and asked to talk to both of them. He himself believed Lohan did not carry away the money and there must be a reasonable explanation. To Lohan, Rustam Satria Juwono said, "The elders are angry." That means, Lohan must explain as clearly as possible or they will get problems with the elders. "You know, I am indeed the chairman of this organization. But like you, my elders determined my fate. "

"I can explain," Lohan said.

"Do it."

"I have nothing to cover," said Lohan. "This is the thing we have done very often. I do it for all of us. I use the money to bribe the police. "

"That big?"

"That big. This one is a big cop. And we will get big things to save the company from big problems. "

"Is that?"

"We will get a gambling house."

The gambling house was never really made. Large police that promise to make things easier do not keep their promises, even though the money has changed hands. The elders this time were really angry. They really don't like spending a lot of money on things they can't get.

"Lohan, I was forced to let the pre catch you," Rustam Satria Juwono said during their final telephone conversation.

"Why? I do that because you want a gambling house, don't you? "

"But you spend a lot of money."

"The money is for bribes."

"Your bribe didn't work. We have absolutely no permission or protection to make the gambling house. "

"Then, we take the money from the police again."

"He never claimed to receive money from you."

"What?"

"Yes, He didn't say that He receive money from you. "

"Oath of death, I give it directly, full suitcase?"

"Are there witnesses?"

"Not. But everyone in the organization knew I was bribing the policeman. You also know that. "

"Do you have proof that the police received your money? He gave you ... em ... say, receipt? "

Lohan was silent, before saying again, "Since when did bribes have receipts?"

"So your answer, there is no evidence?"

"Are you going to sacrifice me to make the elders happy?"

Rustam Satrio Juwono hangs up.

That is, he will let the pre catch Lohan. Actually that night Lohan was getting ready. Lohan locked the door and window of his room. Lohan also prepares a gun under the pillow. But as everyone knows, pre has never been stopped.

There was no other way, Mirdad said to his wife: "My father knew the money was taken away by the police. But the elders don't care. Whoever eliminates money must face the pre. So, that's what my father had to do to make the elders happy. That is the only way that he can maintain his place in the organization or the 'chair' call must be immediately given to others. "

Artika didn't like the answer and decided to go with her baby. [2009]

Short story: Kyoko's Cat

Kiyoko's cat - Kucing Kyoko

Rama Dira J - February 22, 2009

image source: kucing

Early in the morning, I was startled by the appearance of a three striped cat on the doorstep of my flat. At first, he meow loudly while clawing at the door to make me stop brushing my teeth to ascertain whether a cat is at the door.

I see, the cat is dull. His whole body was wet, it must have been hit by rain. Outside it is raining. These days, Kyoto has not ceased to be washed down by the sky water spill that was so heavy.

Even though I really don't like cats, I can't bear to let them cool outside. Besides, he seemed to be begging for someone's help to release him from Kyoto's cold air snares at this time. I immediately carried him inside. Before closing the door, then I knew that the cat was injured after my hand was wet with foul-smelling pus, flowing from a deep wound, on the left side of the waist. It looks like it's a wound from a sharp object.

I hurried in a raincoat, leaving the cat for a while to get the appropriate medicine for the terrible wound from the pharmacy across the street. Nguyen, a Vietnamese pharmacy student who works at the pharmacy, advised me to apply chloramphenicol ointment to the cat's wound. I rushed to pay, then headed to the convenience store, about fifty meters from the pharmacy. There I get a can of liquid milk and tuna flavored Whiskas packed with 500 grams. After making sure no one was missed, I fought back through the rain storm to reach my flat.

The sad cat was still lying weak on the couch, in a towel that I gave before leaving it earlier. He was rather surprised to hear the door I closed was rather hard. I immediately took the cotton from the room and brought a basin of warm water from the kitchen.

After completing the treatment ritual for the cat, I immediately presented him with a bowl of Whiskas and a bowl of milk. He immediately devoured everything. After that, he immediately fell asleep in exhaustion. I noticed really, it looks like this cat is not a wild cat. The fur is maintained. His body is also plump. Ah, let him be here until healed. If for example in the past few days no one has looked for it, it will be distributed to animal homes.

The cat occupies an instant noodle cardboard that has been resurfaced in such a way as to give it a sense of comfort and proper warmth, so that it can calmly rest with the hope of having a good impact on healing the wound.

Today is Sunday, I am free from college and work. I headed in front of the TV, playing a plate of DVDs I had rented from a rental near the restaurant where I worked. The Catcher in the Rye the film's title. I watched it in deep attention. In line with the flow of the story in the film, I began to realize the fact that sometimes, many small things that appear before us at one time become the lighters of our memories of memories that happened in the past. The film took me to memory when I was forced to quit college because my parents could not afford to pay. The situation then prompted me to wander far away, work while studying in Japan by boarding a cargo ship from Surabaya. Arriving in Japan, I tried to survive by working to move around in small restaurants, until then I became one of the reliable cooks in a large restaurant thanks to the cooking knowledge I had gotten from these small restaurants. From my opinion as a cook at that big restaurant, I can pay for college.

Now, I can live independently and every month also routinely send money to parents in the village. My days go through struggling in cooking spices in a joint restaurant of Japanese and European cuisine, which is located around Imadegawacho as well as dealing with lectures at Kyoto University in the field of electricity. Here, I really enjoy the effect of hard work, focusing on the seriousness that I will not get in my own country.

The Catcher in the Rye is over, my memories of the past are over. I turned off the TV to the dining table, ate two hamaagu and hot green tea which still billowed the smoke. After that, I fell into a long sleep on the couch. Meanwhile, the rain outside did not stop, as if it would go down forever.

I've been interested in girls for a long time in the flat across the street. However, I could not find a way to meet and get to know him. But I never thought, the three striped cat — who had been part of my flat for three weeks — was instrumental in meeting me with the girl in the end. I found out later that his name was Kiyoko, the owner of the three striped cat.

Kiyoko came one night, asking me if there was a three fat striped cat that strayed into my flat. When I showed the cat, he was without a doubt the one who had been searching for Kiyoko for two weeks.

"There was a wound on his body when he was first stranded here. But it's been cured now ... "

"Wow, what a pity ... Takeshi ..."

"Takeshi?"

"Yes, I gave him the name Takeshi."

He later told me that in the neighborhood there was indeed a group of middle school children who liked to torture animals. He believed that the wound was caused by them. The day Takeshi was injured he was not in his flat, he was going to Nagoya.

After chatting for a while, he said goodbye and offered me to visit his flat, just drinking tea cha (green tea) together as an expression of his gratitude for saving Takeshi. I immediately imagined: drinking cha during the rain while watching Serendipity or Before Sunset, why refused?

The next night I visit. He treats me well. Although there was no rain and did not have time to watch a movie together, he presented warm tea in his speech and also warm conversations. I was also happy to see Takeshi who had healed his wound and most importantly, he was back at his house. However, one thing that surprised me, Takeshi was not left free. He was locked in a cage.

"Why is Takeshi in there?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot not to take it out from there. I was out for a while, I can't take it. So then just measure it in a cage. If I leave freely alone, he can get out of the ceiling. I'm afraid he will be the brat of those bad boys again. "He then approached Takeshi and opened the lid of his cage. Takeshi immediately burst into my arms. It seems like he's scared, after being locked in the cage.

I tried to calm Takeshi while stroking his neck. Takeshi was a little old in my arms even when he was fast asleep. I gave Takeshi to Kiyoko and Kiyoko took him to his sleeping box.

Kiyoko is not a beautiful girl who is totally different from the Japanese woman I usually see. Normal physical appearance actually. What made him different was that he was intelligent, an animal lover, and had deep attention to traditional arts, especially those related to Japanese stringed instruments, shamisen, and he was very good at playing the instrument. It was not strange then to learn the fact that he turned out to be a young lecturer who taught traditional music in the Faculty of Arts and Music, Aichi Perfectural University in Nagoya.

Every day he travels about forty minutes to Kyoto-Nagoya or vice versa by using a super-fast train, JR Shinkansen. That was then, every Sunday when he was off on teaching and I was off from college and work, we often spent time together, could be in my flat, could also be in his flat with three activities that we both loved, namely cooking, watching movies, and playing samishen. Without exception, Takeshi who liked me more and more, enlivened our meeting.

This evening, from the glass window of my flat, below I saw Kiyoko had arrived from the minimarket carrying materials for his cooking later. Today's turn is cooking and taking care of me. I became restless waiting for a call from him. He did say that if the meal was finished, then he called me.

Actually, I had been rushing in a shower and dressed well, preparing myself as best I could in a plan to express my honest desire for our relationship. Of course, I hope he wants to accept me as his lover. However, from the way he treated me for these three months I felt confident, he also liked me. Often he was honest and openly expressed his interest in me as an independent migrant man, disciplined in his efforts to complete his studies and work alone for life and for the cost of the study. He also liked my skills and was amazed by the secret of cooking spices that made his tongue not stop wanting to eat all the dishes I served even though his stomach was already full.

Often in our meetings, indeed he always helps me cook, but actually the dishes served at the table are only born from my hand. This time I challenged him to cook in an appointment in his flat.

Two hours later, my cellphone rang. From the other side he said that the food was ready and I was allowed to visit. When I arrived there, he immediately invited me to enjoy the dishes already served at the table. As a professional cook, what he displayed on the table, I thought was quite mischievous. I immediately enjoyed the sukiyaki dish. In fact, Sukiyaki is not a type of dish that is foreign to me. However, this sukiyaki feels more delicious than my homemade sukiyaki. When I asked what the secret of the spices was and how he could make vegetables and meat in sukiyaki was more refreshing, he didn't want to confess. According to him it was something he had to keep secret. "If I tell you, then my cooking won't be special anymore."

After enjoying a meal, we sat on the couch listening to the CD from Jason Mraz's latest album. When Jason Mraz was singing Lucky with Colbie Caillat, I began to express that I liked Kiyoko and hoped he would have a serious relationship with me. As I thought before, without rejection, he accepted me as his lover for a second after my statement of seriousness.

I'm happy, so is he. Lucky's chant was finished and suddenly I remembered Takeshi. I felt indebted to him because he was the one who had contributed greatly to bringing me together with Kiyoko. He was the three striped cat that had brought good luck before me.

"Where is Takeshi?"

Kiyoko didn't answer right away, instead he headed towards his bedroom and brought out a new shamisen.

"This ..." he said.

"You mean?"

"This is Takeshi!"

"That's a shamisen!"

"Yes ... shamisen made from Takeshi."

"You mean?"

"The skin on the shamisen's head is Takeshi's skin."

"???"

I noticed, indeed the skin on the shamisen's head had three striped colors like Takeshi's. I then imagined what we had eaten in the sukiyaki. Maybe it's Takeshi meat. I then guessed and without feeling guilty, he admitted that it was Takeshi meat and he honestly said that he was used to eating cat meat whose skin was used to make shamisen. Before taking their skin as an ingredient in making a new shamisen, Kiyoko must take care of it first because it is healthy cat skin that can help produce beautiful shamisen clinks. He also honestly said that the wound on Takeshi when I found it was his stab in an attempt to kill the cat. The attempt failed because Takeshi managed to escape and was stranded at my place. He felt bad about submitting that confession at the beginning of the meeting. But after we got this close, according to him there was no problem for him to say all the confessions.

"What's the meaning of a cat ..." he said lightly.

I ignored him, immediately rushed to the bathroom and vomited there. I said goodbye without regard to his reaction. When I arrived at the flat, I couldn't do anything else except thinking about canceling our relationship because after all, Takeshi was the biggest part of me that I loved. Without realizing it, my eyes were wet imagining the fate of Takeshi.

Tarakan, 24-25 January 2009