DIVA

Well well well, it is 5.30 pm already and here I am again… unlike any other regular day at work, today at 5.30 pm I have finished most of my works—which means that actually I will be permitted by my boss to go home, which I usually do at around 7.00 pm he he he. Instead, I stayed here and watch this pile of enquiries, letters, fax, notes that lies on  my desk. I wonder my self… after all that happen in Jogja, Aceh, Nias…. Will all this works, notes be valuable to my life?

Of course, when I think about what happened in Jogja, my eyes or at least my heart was moved into tears. One of the victims —-as I read in one of the blog somewhere across the internet—- was a young mid 20’s girl who works in Jogja “I should’ve have spent more time with my family and friends before they were taken away by the earthquake.. I should have enjoyed life more… and they (her friends) should also have enjoyed life more if only they knew that tomorrow they would not be able to enjoy the vivacity of life, or perform good things to their family, friends and others.” The girl, is apparently used to live in the town of

Bantul

or Klaten, two of the most destructed cities. (Sorry but I forgot to save the address of the blog, if I fun it again I’ll put it for reference).

The idea makes me wonder, if, for example,

Jakarta

was struck by a tsunami and I became one of the victims ( astagfirullah alazhim, jangan dehhhh).. will people remember me —or at least my boss and the corporate remember me —as “the girl who stayed late at work almost everyday finished most of the letters, reports and documents for 20 something different projects to be sent to the minister, BOD, or even higher authority” … or will I be remembered as “PLN victim number something something with a quotation: ‘the girl from the 13^th floor, which shamefully was still single until the tsunami struck’”.

I asked my self that question over and over again…

I guess tomorrow I will go home at 5 even if my work is not done. I need to get a life before the tsunami struck.

( for all you victims of the disaster in jogja and jawa tengah.. my heart is praying for you…. )