Journey of My Balck Pilot Pen

Its just a standard black ball point pen manufactured by Pilot, manufacturesin Japan with a BPT-P series..

it was a stationary from IFRC the placed i work as a translater. INdra the welcome service and admin offier always say ti me "jibs you don't diserve a new pen because you always loose a pen nearly every week you ask for a new pen - what happend to the pen i gave you last week? "

and DON"T LOOSE THIS ONE!!!!

so far this pen i took special care of.. i made sure i would not loose it again..

Probally because i had no sense of belonging so i always loose my pen... this is my problem so i made sure that this is my property and my responsibilty and my black pen.. black pilot pen...

So i gave it a name... Mujiburrahman written on a yellow 3m post iit paper wrapped around clear sticky tape..

it is clear no that this is my pen.. it is very unique even though its is a mass productions and mass manufactured product and have a mass market..

this is my black pilot pen it has been months that i have not seen Indra or Madi to ask for a new pen.. new black pen but for a red pen i asked Madi for one and some tissue boxes because at that time i had the flu.

usually then i will still go to work. If i feel like i want to vomit or diarhea then yes no work for me.. if it just a flu then ti still go to work.. even thuogh the flu spreads to others

there is a couple of times i have lost my penbut it usually and every time some how with some way i always faind it self going back to me...

this is like it is a bommerang.. once you throw it away into space or the air then it will come back from another direction or other path...

in a workshop with handicap international my pen was used to sign the daily attendance list from the first and last day but somehow in the middle it disapeared.. it was not used for the attendance list it has gonne.. so i just say "thats that..."

i thought i lost my pen foreverbut at the end of the 3 day workshop about disability the community based campign to raise disabilty rights awareness

somehowit returned..

"jibs i found your pen lying round in the room .. thank you yeah.."

Ibu Pamikatsih an activist from interaksi solo.. then commented why did you write your name on your pen? would it be better to have a necklace with a pen hanging around your neck by the lid of the pen? that is what i do...

a replied.. i have tried that but at the end of theday the one is missing but i have a lid of the pen hanging around my neck...

..if i am using wheel chair i hope that i can be like bu pamitkatsih...
..if i am blind i wish that i would be like bu aria from mitra netra...
..if i am deaf i want to like nick....

they are my role models... they have courage, motivation, they are critical, they are all active regardless the fact that they have a disabilities.. they are public figures they can creat change and perceptions...

i have no fear to have a disability "judge my ability and not my disability "

another time have lost my pen at a VSO workshop.... and still it returns..

oke that is the end of my story.. now.....

where did i put my pen....?

Black BPT-P Pilot Pen......

it is my pen... i have always loose a pens in my life...

all my pens have never been trully fully used. it usually disappear in some time ..

but not this pen.... this pen is special... it has my name on it..

it is written on a yellow post it paper and taped on my pen...

... i have lost it a couple of times but at the end of the day it usually goes back

to the owner... it does back to me..

there is more to this story but i could not find the draft i hand wrote in a workshop i participated in..

so for this story i must say to be continue

Trans Jogja 2 work... morning with a public transport

waking uping the morning and realizing that i don't have a motorbike...

need to find a new way to go to work...

I can choose to use my car... but i don'thave a drivers liscence

I can choose to my brother to drop me off .. but at the morning he has a lecture to go to..

I can choose to my dad to drive metowork but then he has to wake up early in the morning just to drop me off..

I can choose to go by BMX to work... but if i do this everyday i would fall apart when i am fasting..

I can choose to walk the distance but is would take me two hours or more...

so i choose to take the bus... the big yellow and green bus... the bus with air conditioning

the bus that stop only at the bus stops... the ticket only Rp 3.000

i use the 3 A and 2A

starting from the Condong Catur Terminal usuing 3A then to Malioboro... transit in the bus stop then hop on to the 2A all they way to the front of my office.. bridgen katamso..

this is about some of the choices i have to make in my life...