This morning on the train from Jakarta to Bogor, I was struck by shameful fact of myself. There was no reaction from me seeing those unfortunate people asking for some rupiahs from me. I just sat there, looking at nowhere far away. There was no ‘butterfly-in-my-stomach’ reaction, like I have felt for so long everytime I take this train ride. There was nothing. And suddenly I felt so ashame and could hear myself saying "…sooo, this is the result of consuming those bitter pill regularly –you’ve become immune". Yes, I am immune now. I am them –those poker faces I see everyday…on the train, on the street, at the mall. I am one of those zombies, soulless creatures. And suddenly I want to scream!!!!