Space for Brabus

My housekeeper put on the sinetron (drama) "Si Yoyo" on TV when I was eating dinner a couple of days ago.  For those who are not familiar with the drama, basically it’s about a character, Yoyo, who lives in a village where people are really nice and religious, but somehow one by one did something so bad that they are being punished by God.

Anyhow, the episode was about a wife who disrespected her husband by being a prostitute.  Initially, she became a prostitute because the couple needed the money. But, when her husband finally got a job (I think, didn’t really pay attention to details cuz my dinner was more interesting than this) and told her to quit, she refused cuz she made good money. 

Let’s fast forward a little.  The police then came to the brothel house to arrest her pimp and the other hookers.  A couple of girls, when they saw the police were coming, ran upstair to find the pimp.  The pimp and those girls then tried to escape the police not by going toward the stairs (since they were in the second floor), but by running away from the stairs.  Even more strange, they were stopped by the police who suddenly appeared from the direction they were trying to run to, again, away from the stairs.  No, I didn’t see the police coming up the stairs and I swear that house only had one staircase.

My problems are:

First, how would they escape from the second floor if they didn’t use the stairs?

Second, how did the police arrive at the second floor without using the stairs? The police was the usual police with those tight, icky, brown uniforms, not the SWAT,  so I don’t think they climbed to the second floor using a rope or other sophisticated methods.

Moving on then…the wife, during this raid, was "serving" a guest in the second floor bedroom of that house.  So her husband, Yoyo, and about 5 people from the village (this is Indonesia after all, we are proud of our "gotong royong" principle: united we are strong, separated we are weak.  Translation: we do everything together) barged into the room and asked her to give up.  So she decided to yell at her husband first, then decided to run away by jumping from the window.  Of course she broke her head and died, but not before turning her body around so the camera could capture her bloody head.

The lesson we learned from this: people should start using the stairs.  The stairs are there for a reason.  Use it. Please.

We had some down time at work today, since today was the last day of ORI offering.  I was talking with these two other guys and somehow, in between chats on girlfriends boyfriends, horoscopes, and future schools, the age issue came up.  I am the oldest among us three: I am 26, while the other two are 22 and 24 years old.  They seemed surprised to find out that I will be 27 this year and still a long way from marriage.  Then somehow, we talked about ex-bf and gf.  When the question came my way, I shrugged it off, not wanting to make the same stupid mistake I did with Jabrik *grinz*…he laughed his ass off when he heard my answer.  So now, a question lingers in in my brain:

I will be 27 this year…what have I accomplished so far?

I still can’t come up with one good answer for this…