Let’s see what happened around lately. Indonesia is coming closer to the 2009 presidential and legislative election. The balloting will be done on April 9th 2009. The impact, generally, is now cities all over Indonesia look ugly because they are donned with haphazard posters from legislative candidates from not two, not three, but more than 30 political parties. Each centimeter of empty space in Jakarta is sticked with small pamphlets with various uncoordinated colors.
Moreover, It’s pretty tough though, since I do not know most of the candidates’ names and faces. To sum some, click this . And, this year, more and more celebrities participate as legislative candidate as well. Rumor has it, including as a presidential candidate (Dedy Mizwar, everyone?). I say, it is a good thing, since I know those popular faces, they know how to handle crowds and put on some image management, they publicize themselves properly. And, it does not mean that they are less intelligent than the non-celebrities candidates. All they need is some super responsive and smart core team of people.
I do want to make the wisest decision. But I think it’s pretty hard, since there is scarce source of information that explains these candidates neutrally. I really just hope Indonesia has less than 10 parties. It makes choosing easier for a complicated person like me. It means, I don’t have to think this and that’s. But, with a country with more than 17.000 islands, you never know.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
lomo
Don't think, just shoot.
So curious for Lomo
Holga kit, Colorsplash camera, Horizon 202, Pop 9, Action sampler, Cybersampler, Super Sampler, 3D Camera set, Smena 8 dan Seagull TLR. and, iPhone's polarize application!!
let's see. Would i try it or not.
anyway, i'm in for everything vintage.
So curious for Lomo
Holga kit, Colorsplash camera, Horizon 202, Pop 9, Action sampler, Cybersampler, Super Sampler, 3D Camera set, Smena 8 dan Seagull TLR. and, iPhone's polarize application!!
let's see. Would i try it or not.
anyway, i'm in for everything vintage.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
island caretaker
some of you know arief aziz, some of you don't.
well, here i fully support him to take a leap in his life
to be an island caretaker
watch the video and give him some stars, folks!
well, here i fully support him to take a leap in his life
to be an island caretaker
watch the video and give him some stars, folks!
Friday, February 20, 2009
fire fair
She would now lit the fire
Even though it’s hard to make it fainter
She would put puzzle of words
He would put narrative in herds
She would lost knowledge just sense
And sparks of logical emotion being now and then
He would tuck seemingly rational proposal in a den
She would see him as having no bargain
As he tired of this monstrous situation
He slapped the door and going to his heaven
She would stay still with no move
As if the open door will prove
That the roar she heard before
Would be his cycle back to the harbor
Would be him stepping in again at the door
But she would stay still with no move
And melt within the truth of the rouge
Embracing the pain as it turfs
And dissipate it to a fair
That sometimes, she needs to lit a fire
To make life fuller with flair
Even though it’s hard to make it fainter
She would put puzzle of words
He would put narrative in herds
She would lost knowledge just sense
And sparks of logical emotion being now and then
He would tuck seemingly rational proposal in a den
She would see him as having no bargain
As he tired of this monstrous situation
He slapped the door and going to his heaven
She would stay still with no move
As if the open door will prove
That the roar she heard before
Would be his cycle back to the harbor
Would be him stepping in again at the door
But she would stay still with no move
And melt within the truth of the rouge
Embracing the pain as it turfs
And dissipate it to a fair
That sometimes, she needs to lit a fire
To make life fuller with flair
Monday, February 09, 2009
me no dali
Being a person graduated from a program with a feminism class in it doesn’t make me a feminist. I mean, ideally there is no feminist, multiculturalists, anything good-ist, simply compact everything into a humanist. However, I dissipate patriarchy and support feminism just because sparing women for her second class social constructed- traits is something occurs from diminutive minded persons and is a very dull thing to think of.
A friend gave a gender class one day and asked male religious teachers to describe traits associated with female. Their answers were: those who make coffee, prostitute, soft, those who turn us on, and those who make something sleeping becomes erected.
EEEEWWWW, I know. This post comes as a friend alleged me to be non-feminist despite of literatures that I read. He said, “I have a very strong and independent woman colleague, she said, she doesn’t care if her husband cheat on her. She’s very into her works. I think, it’s because of her high self-confident. I think, she describes our era of women, when feminism has influenced women’s attitude widely. That’s how a new woman should be. I mean, there are some women who are repressed in their relationship, but they don’t do anything about it although they understand feminism. They do whatever the male partners want them to do: change religions, get married soon, doesn’t allow her to meet her friends, etc etc. But this woman colleague of mine is so great that she doesn’t care if she is cheated, she has a full confidence that she’s happy because of herself, not because she is being with her husband.”
Hmmm…..did you see teh nini face when AA Gym decided to “split” his love. Me no Gala and Salvador Dali who said okay when each other had more than one concubines. And, I think, a relationship will not be at its purest form anymore if one of the person cheating, and it doesn’t have anything to do with feminism or strong women, it’s simply a matter of how you keep your words to another person.
A friend gave a gender class one day and asked male religious teachers to describe traits associated with female. Their answers were: those who make coffee, prostitute, soft, those who turn us on, and those who make something sleeping becomes erected.
EEEEWWWW, I know. This post comes as a friend alleged me to be non-feminist despite of literatures that I read. He said, “I have a very strong and independent woman colleague, she said, she doesn’t care if her husband cheat on her. She’s very into her works. I think, it’s because of her high self-confident. I think, she describes our era of women, when feminism has influenced women’s attitude widely. That’s how a new woman should be. I mean, there are some women who are repressed in their relationship, but they don’t do anything about it although they understand feminism. They do whatever the male partners want them to do: change religions, get married soon, doesn’t allow her to meet her friends, etc etc. But this woman colleague of mine is so great that she doesn’t care if she is cheated, she has a full confidence that she’s happy because of herself, not because she is being with her husband.”
Hmmm…..did you see teh nini face when AA Gym decided to “split” his love. Me no Gala and Salvador Dali who said okay when each other had more than one concubines. And, I think, a relationship will not be at its purest form anymore if one of the person cheating, and it doesn’t have anything to do with feminism or strong women, it’s simply a matter of how you keep your words to another person.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Sam
My favorite author, Samuel P. Huntington just died on December 24th 2008. I read his books for his straight to the point and never boring line. Perhaps, strongly, because the minute I read his Who Are We? I found the elaborative explanation of what I had in my entangled mind, that Culture is the heartbeat that makes people march everyday,including to the war.
Jonah Goldberg said that Huntington's 1996 "The Clash of Civilizations" work:
"was deeply, and often willfully, misunderstood and mischaracterized by those who didn't want it to be true. But after 9/11, it largely set the terms for how we look at the world. In it, he argued that culture, religion and tradition are not background noise, as materialists of the left and the right often argue. Rather, they constitute the drumbeat to which whole civilizations march. This view ran counter to important constituencies. The idea that man can be reduced to homo economicus has adherents among some free-market economists, most Marxists and others. But it's nonsense on stilts. Most of the globe's intractable conflicts are more clearly viewed through the prisms of culture and history than that of the green eyeshade. Tensions between India and Pakistan or Israel and the Arab world have little to do with GDP."
Jonah Goldberg said that Huntington's 1996 "The Clash of Civilizations" work:
"was deeply, and often willfully, misunderstood and mischaracterized by those who didn't want it to be true. But after 9/11, it largely set the terms for how we look at the world. In it, he argued that culture, religion and tradition are not background noise, as materialists of the left and the right often argue. Rather, they constitute the drumbeat to which whole civilizations march. This view ran counter to important constituencies. The idea that man can be reduced to homo economicus has adherents among some free-market economists, most Marxists and others. But it's nonsense on stilts. Most of the globe's intractable conflicts are more clearly viewed through the prisms of culture and history than that of the green eyeshade. Tensions between India and Pakistan or Israel and the Arab world have little to do with GDP."
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
2009
Year : 2009
Mood : Pessimist Optimistic
New Year’s Eve : Mediocre
I think God is : Funny and doesn’t like me partying
New Year’s Resolution : Think Less
Hair : Longest ever
Bod : Bf said no changes since 2007
Age : turning 25 (ouch!!!)
Thought : saving for car, house, children’s education
Dream : master degree, travel all over the world, read,
write, having a small creative store or magazine,
working with arts, culture, creative things,
mastering striptease
Philosopher : Edmund Burke
Hunk : Dane Cook
Prophet : Bob Marley
Mood : Pessimist Optimistic
New Year’s Eve : Mediocre
I think God is : Funny and doesn’t like me partying
New Year’s Resolution : Think Less
Hair : Longest ever
Bod : Bf said no changes since 2007
Age : turning 25 (ouch!!!)
Thought : saving for car, house, children’s education
Dream : master degree, travel all over the world, read,
write, having a small creative store or magazine,
working with arts, culture, creative things,
mastering striptease
Philosopher : Edmund Burke
Hunk : Dane Cook
Prophet : Bob Marley
Monday, December 22, 2008
xmasy
I had two conversations with two different friends from two different countries in two different places. The first one from the sandy beach Australia, the later from Austria (but he never seen the “Sound of Muziek”). In café au lait and shisha cafe. Both asked me the same question, about how I feel living a country with the biggest number of Moslem people. How could I ask for more, Indonesia is a tolerant country which has religious holidays from five (not only one or two!) but five different religions. And, each religion has more than one holiday. That is the simplest example. Could anyone mention more countries with the same attitude?
I am a happy Catholic living amidst Moslem friends and boyfriend.
Anyway, I put a perhaps case in that. Perhaps, it’s just because I am surrounded with tolerant friends and family. May this tolerance go around without an end.
And,
Merry Christmas
I am a happy Catholic living amidst Moslem friends and boyfriend.
Anyway, I put a perhaps case in that. Perhaps, it’s just because I am surrounded with tolerant friends and family. May this tolerance go around without an end.
And,
Merry Christmas
Thursday, December 11, 2008
deaden
I know what it feels like when they told you not to pass but you still trespassed. The chill the blood the anguish bitter cold numb. Though it is a bliss to see ladybugs sometimes in the dark. I cannot go climb the oak tree and surf to the other dimensions afar. I just wish this frosted and blazed rainforest will turn itself into a warm weather landscape with flower and butterflies where I can submit my whole tiredness to. Your sublime is a mask. I detest all pains and lax that forms your gigantic darkness. I need your regular everydayness.
Monday, December 01, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
1980
i was born in 1980s and I always think that decade hugs me. Just like a night with its glistening lights that I leave the morning after for a more sunny future. But I cannot ever forget the night. And Barry White is the epitome of the night's soundtrack. Dian Pramana Putra, Vina Panduwinata, Guruh and his Gypsy,Barry White, Ally McBeal (I know this is in 1990's, but most of its soundtracks are White's), ABBA, The Doors, late Queen and Beatles. Except the first three names, the others actually marked the seventies.
And yes that is my elementary school for music. 1970s and early 1980s. It is like moving on from a philosophical search to a more steady, warm, familiar, comforting, and a disco-ey quixotic nights. When you can dance on the rooftop of your apartment, without siding whether to go to war or not.
This ia a Love Orchestra Unlimited Video, conducted by Barry White in "Love's Theme". Released in 1973, it became one of few pure orchestral songs ever that proved to reach number one seat in Billboard Hot 100 in the history. "
And yes that is my elementary school for music. 1970s and early 1980s. It is like moving on from a philosophical search to a more steady, warm, familiar, comforting, and a disco-ey quixotic nights. When you can dance on the rooftop of your apartment, without siding whether to go to war or not.
This ia a Love Orchestra Unlimited Video, conducted by Barry White in "Love's Theme". Released in 1973, it became one of few pure orchestral songs ever that proved to reach number one seat in Billboard Hot 100 in the history. "
when i wake up
i would shower and dress and open the door and walk down the stairs and i would meet tiny men who guard our residences playing guitar. And i would walk the small path which has just recently ashpalted, together with a traditional market odor blended with traditional treats people buy for breakfast. a brown sugar coated sticky rice, deep fried cassava, and coconut milk stirred rice. I would stand on the pavement and looking for an empty cab. My gesture would be the same as the young men, girls, mothers who stand on the pavement, stretch their arms and point their index finger, waiting to be picked up by cars which need the second or the third passanger or both within theirs.
And, everytime i get to get a cab, some of them are still standing outside.Some see their friends get lucky, already hitchhiked to an airconned car. I wonder whether they wished to be me who can control which cab I want and do not have to stand still for two hours just to get a ten thousand rupiah.
Just exactly what I feel when I see women buying a Dior Saddle bag.
When that kind of feeling vents out, remember it's all just a mental slavery.
"Emancipate yourself from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds. I've no fear for atomic energy cause none of them can stop the time," said Bob Marley, Two most powerful sentences I have ever heard.
And, everytime i get to get a cab, some of them are still standing outside.Some see their friends get lucky, already hitchhiked to an airconned car. I wonder whether they wished to be me who can control which cab I want and do not have to stand still for two hours just to get a ten thousand rupiah.
Just exactly what I feel when I see women buying a Dior Saddle bag.
When that kind of feeling vents out, remember it's all just a mental slavery.
"Emancipate yourself from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds. I've no fear for atomic energy cause none of them can stop the time," said Bob Marley, Two most powerful sentences I have ever heard.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
witness
I am so lucky to be a witness of a historical event. White Anglo Saxon Protestant to African American Protestant. It is like a day when Indonesia being ruled by a Chinese-Papuan descendant who believes in Buddhism. It is a long way to go.
Today, Barrack Hussein Obama elected as the 44th US President. May it inspire the whole world.
Like, take from the easiest one...not using sawer-able Dangdut singers as a way to promote party's promises.
Btw, of his victory speech, this is my favorite line: "It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation’s apathy."
Today, Barrack Hussein Obama elected as the 44th US President. May it inspire the whole world.
Like, take from the easiest one...not using sawer-able Dangdut singers as a way to promote party's promises.
Btw, of his victory speech, this is my favorite line: "It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation’s apathy."
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Bandung
Bandung is a destination to fill your primordial needs. From food, relaxing, having a conversation over a cup of bandrek, sleep in the car, food again, and smooching around behind your friends’ back.
I went to Bandung two weeks ago with my friends. Disclaimer, I am not a Bandung fan. I am not a girl who spends her once a month weekend to Bandung. I go to Bandung for about once a year. So, when I went to Bandung two weeks ago, I searched for different template activities rather than nongkrong at some coffee shop or shopping.
That being said,
we stayed at Concordia
and
we went to:
1.Kopi Selasar
To, clearly, nongkrong, have some coffee, you can choose also several kinds of liquor coffee and some smoothies, although they are too sugary. Have a conversation with a gallery-ish architecture surrounded with abstract wood statutes and mountain view breezy air.
2.Sari Ater Hot Water Spring.
To play flying fox, go-kart, and to raft. Since this place is pretty far from the city, that you can even have a siesta on the way there, Go there before noon, so you can catch up the last go-kart schedule, which is at 5 p.m.
3.Sapu Lidi
No need to ask. The food will get you bloated like blah. I mean, if you feed yourself excessively. Find various kinds of sambal together with your dish. We agreed that it was the best food we’ve had in the last one month.
4.Congo
Feel the masculine atmosphere from big logs of wood as their basic of architecture. You could use the air-coned room with glass on each side if you will. But, sitting on the sofa with cozy pillows could steal your heart out until you fall asleep on it. It’s like being a guest in Aiden’s, Carrie Bradshaw’s ex, house
5.Boemi Joglo
Order its lychee ice, coconut ice full of coconut milk (they are so generous giving away those), beef satay, tofu, and its chicken and mushroom steamed rice. Perfect meal to defend your stomach from the cool air.
And, of course, Bandung fired up our most primordial selves, being idiotic.
I went to Bandung two weeks ago with my friends. Disclaimer, I am not a Bandung fan. I am not a girl who spends her once a month weekend to Bandung. I go to Bandung for about once a year. So, when I went to Bandung two weeks ago, I searched for different template activities rather than nongkrong at some coffee shop or shopping.
That being said,
we stayed at Concordia
and
we went to:
1.Kopi Selasar
To, clearly, nongkrong, have some coffee, you can choose also several kinds of liquor coffee and some smoothies, although they are too sugary. Have a conversation with a gallery-ish architecture surrounded with abstract wood statutes and mountain view breezy air.
2.Sari Ater Hot Water Spring.
To play flying fox, go-kart, and to raft. Since this place is pretty far from the city, that you can even have a siesta on the way there, Go there before noon, so you can catch up the last go-kart schedule, which is at 5 p.m.
3.Sapu Lidi
No need to ask. The food will get you bloated like blah. I mean, if you feed yourself excessively. Find various kinds of sambal together with your dish. We agreed that it was the best food we’ve had in the last one month.
4.Congo
Feel the masculine atmosphere from big logs of wood as their basic of architecture. You could use the air-coned room with glass on each side if you will. But, sitting on the sofa with cozy pillows could steal your heart out until you fall asleep on it. It’s like being a guest in Aiden’s, Carrie Bradshaw’s ex, house
5.Boemi Joglo
Order its lychee ice, coconut ice full of coconut milk (they are so generous giving away those), beef satay, tofu, and its chicken and mushroom steamed rice. Perfect meal to defend your stomach from the cool air.
And, of course, Bandung fired up our most primordial selves, being idiotic.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
my baby
For you who are questioning, what happened to my plan buying Nintendo DS, well, I kind of altered the plan into buying a sleek all touch screen mobile phone. No, not iPhone 2.0. But, LG Viewty KU9900. It featured 5 megapixel camera, with DivX video recorder, Google package, HDSPA, 3G, you name it. It was so flashy that the video was crystal clear as well as the sound. And someone robbed my two weeks baby two days ago while I was inside a bajaj.
My personal belief is, whatever the reason is, stealing one person’s possession away is intolerable. Whether it is about your phone or your life. Whether you are poor or not, stealing or robbing or killing, is unjustifiable.
I am not planning to drown myself too long. When will iPhone 2.0 arrive in Indonesia?
My personal belief is, whatever the reason is, stealing one person’s possession away is intolerable. Whether it is about your phone or your life. Whether you are poor or not, stealing or robbing or killing, is unjustifiable.
I am not planning to drown myself too long. When will iPhone 2.0 arrive in Indonesia?
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
wrath. i am a kid losing her popsicle. they took away my dance classes. you name it: dance show, hip hop, R and B night, belly dancing, all. as a replacement, they made classes with wieght lifting movements. What? sexiness and movement coordination is overrated now??
ah well, i am digging Joshua Radin.
ah well, i am digging Joshua Radin.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
women pay
We learned from our infamous cultural classes, that we have to embrace, at least know the concept of feminism. We learned, and yes we cursed guys for enjoying the patriarchal system, their male gaze, and for departing the sexes into two binary oppositions (thanks Mr. Edmund Burke). We blessed the philosophy that women need equal chance as what men have. But, did we mean it?
Most of my heterosexual female friends have bigger money, bigger salary, and bigger inheritance than their male partners. When the bill comes, and it’s time to pay, unlike any other typical romantic imageries, the female ones pay more than fifty percent of the bill. What do you think? I think it’s is realistic, and it does happen, in fact, in most regions in Indonesia. More women now do have bigger salary than men, or bigger money from paddy harvesting, even.
For most of the time, we are lured by diamond advertisement, clings of wine glasses, happy faces that show excitement, the male counterpart is buying you a diamond stud! And in all media, we see that men pay. Look at our sinetrons, advertisement, novels, television, reality show, gossip show, even from our parents’ mouth. But the trouncing reality has different story. There are women who pay more than their men. I am not saying about the equality anymore, instead, about women’s superiority in financial bit.
In a society which runs both paradigms, feminism and patriarchy, women who already have no problem with equality and now being more than men will feel these tiny weenie feelings:
1.Why do I have to pay?
2.Is he with me just because of my money?
3.Why can’t he pay?
4.I am not supposed to split my money
5.It’s okay to be like this
6.I want to be in a conventional relationship
7.I hate lame guys
8.I don’t like it that my boyfriend is a cheap ass but I like him more for his other loads
9.I have no problem as long as he also treated me conventionally (a.k.a treat you)some other times.
10. etc. and etc.
Have you ever experienced this bummy mushy feeling?
Most of my heterosexual female friends have bigger money, bigger salary, and bigger inheritance than their male partners. When the bill comes, and it’s time to pay, unlike any other typical romantic imageries, the female ones pay more than fifty percent of the bill. What do you think? I think it’s is realistic, and it does happen, in fact, in most regions in Indonesia. More women now do have bigger salary than men, or bigger money from paddy harvesting, even.
For most of the time, we are lured by diamond advertisement, clings of wine glasses, happy faces that show excitement, the male counterpart is buying you a diamond stud! And in all media, we see that men pay. Look at our sinetrons, advertisement, novels, television, reality show, gossip show, even from our parents’ mouth. But the trouncing reality has different story. There are women who pay more than their men. I am not saying about the equality anymore, instead, about women’s superiority in financial bit.
In a society which runs both paradigms, feminism and patriarchy, women who already have no problem with equality and now being more than men will feel these tiny weenie feelings:
1.Why do I have to pay?
2.Is he with me just because of my money?
3.Why can’t he pay?
4.I am not supposed to split my money
5.It’s okay to be like this
6.I want to be in a conventional relationship
7.I hate lame guys
8.I don’t like it that my boyfriend is a cheap ass but I like him more for his other loads
9.I have no problem as long as he also treated me conventionally (a.k.a treat you)some other times.
10. etc. and etc.
Have you ever experienced this bummy mushy feeling?
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
update on our safe trip
The geek corporate guy is now taking a guitar lesson
(very intriguing yet the most uncanny activity I’ve seen so far)
The business woman going to be is pampering and preparing herself for her upcoming journey across Hong Kong and Europe
The socialite diva is now submitting her master degree scholarship application
The family guy is now trying to take a badminton lesson
(I don’t know whether trying is equal to doing)
The happy go lucky girl is now opening (loosening) her chances to accept love from different varieties of guys. Even the weird ones.
(very intriguing yet the most uncanny activity I’ve seen so far)
The business woman going to be is pampering and preparing herself for her upcoming journey across Hong Kong and Europe
The socialite diva is now submitting her master degree scholarship application
The family guy is now trying to take a badminton lesson
(I don’t know whether trying is equal to doing)
The happy go lucky girl is now opening (loosening) her chances to accept love from different varieties of guys. Even the weird ones.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
safe trip
Introducing my friends:
A guy who won abundant competitions since his high school ranging from science Olympics to social science Olympics, now working in the world’s second biggest finance bank branch in Jakarta. His office can even pay him for the most expensive medical check up he wants to take.
A girl who is so persistent towards her life, taking public administration major in her college. Now working successfully in one of the most prestigious Bank that offers voluptuous package of regional management trainee. She is going across Europe next month for two months for a training paid by her office.
A guy who is always loved by his nuclear and extended infamous family. Always seen by his friend as wise, kind hearted and warm. Worked for a junior consultant company, now he is a partner in that company.
A girl who is so literate in playing cello, English fluent, wins a bunch of best speaker awards overseas, has plenty of boyfriends, lush social life, excellent communication skill, naturally flirty body language and now working at the one of the most well-paid job in Indonesia.
A girl who has liberated minds of sibling, really enjoy beaches, sand, jack Johnson, lay back ness, yet the most vigorous person in commanding youth debating events in Indonesia together with the NGO that she is working with. Beside that NGO, she also works for an NGO which was being attacked by FPI at Monas. Also, she is finishing her second undergraduate degree of Sociology. She has a fun and a very breezy life.
And me.
And we are not content with the present condition. Since someone said that we have to take a LEAP in order to make our life meaningful for ourselves. GET OUT of our COMFORT ZONES.
A vigilant life makes a development. But it’s only leap that can make an innovation.
And here we are cursing at our night life and safe trip, and now rumbling about our quarter life crisis.
A guy who won abundant competitions since his high school ranging from science Olympics to social science Olympics, now working in the world’s second biggest finance bank branch in Jakarta. His office can even pay him for the most expensive medical check up he wants to take.
A girl who is so persistent towards her life, taking public administration major in her college. Now working successfully in one of the most prestigious Bank that offers voluptuous package of regional management trainee. She is going across Europe next month for two months for a training paid by her office.
A guy who is always loved by his nuclear and extended infamous family. Always seen by his friend as wise, kind hearted and warm. Worked for a junior consultant company, now he is a partner in that company.
A girl who is so literate in playing cello, English fluent, wins a bunch of best speaker awards overseas, has plenty of boyfriends, lush social life, excellent communication skill, naturally flirty body language and now working at the one of the most well-paid job in Indonesia.
A girl who has liberated minds of sibling, really enjoy beaches, sand, jack Johnson, lay back ness, yet the most vigorous person in commanding youth debating events in Indonesia together with the NGO that she is working with. Beside that NGO, she also works for an NGO which was being attacked by FPI at Monas. Also, she is finishing her second undergraduate degree of Sociology. She has a fun and a very breezy life.
And me.
And we are not content with the present condition. Since someone said that we have to take a LEAP in order to make our life meaningful for ourselves. GET OUT of our COMFORT ZONES.
A vigilant life makes a development. But it’s only leap that can make an innovation.
And here we are cursing at our night life and safe trip, and now rumbling about our quarter life crisis.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
comfy is
when i read these books in my childhood, i felt an effortless comfortable feeling around.
10. girl talk
9. malory towers (enid blyton's)
8. lupus
7. agatha christie's
6. other enid blyton's
5. disney's, specially the non-princessy stories, i.e dumbo
4. a tie between little women and garfield
3. lima sekawan (wait..this is also enid blyton's)
2. S T O P
and the winner is....
1. sadler's wells
10. girl talk
9. malory towers (enid blyton's)
8. lupus
7. agatha christie's
6. other enid blyton's
5. disney's, specially the non-princessy stories, i.e dumbo
4. a tie between little women and garfield
3. lima sekawan (wait..this is also enid blyton's)
2. S T O P
and the winner is....
1. sadler's wells
play i may
My dad has always said, if you want to buy something, buy something that is productive, i.e: a nice suit. This will make you look better, then it will press the first impression button in others’ head, and the conversation will run well, and perhaps you will get some opportunities from people’s first judgment on you: jobs, scholarship, cover girl.
The story begins since currently I am pretty intrigued with the lush smooth metallic Nintendo DS! I am playing different scenarios that link Nintendo DS with productivity. As far as I can come into is, playing Nintendo will make me relaxed and happy. In such stage of emotion, I can be more productive afterwards. Hummphhh…..
Does that do me a justice?
The story begins since currently I am pretty intrigued with the lush smooth metallic Nintendo DS! I am playing different scenarios that link Nintendo DS with productivity. As far as I can come into is, playing Nintendo will make me relaxed and happy. In such stage of emotion, I can be more productive afterwards. Hummphhh…..
Does that do me a justice?
Monday, July 21, 2008
on food
Every time I step into grocery stores, my feet would lead me to the processed food and drink, but my eyes would gaze into the fresh veggie and fruit, and also piles of meat, sliced or chopped. I cannot cook. Wait, I have never cooked, but I am sure I have the ability in doing so. Remember the feeling when you see people bike or swim or play the newest Nintendo games, and you knew, you could do it. Time will tell.
Looking at fresh food is a glimmering image for me who is toying amidst the mediocre, instant, and uncreative package of processed meal. It is like a luxury waiting to be apprehended.
I know, or at least I think, I would love to cook. I like reading descriptions about cooking, and dessert making, or drink varying. I love reading recipes, personifications using smell, color, texture, and taste of ingredients. I love eating a unique and well-prepared mixture of dishes, .and I think watching cooking DIY TV shows is alluring. Cooking is an imaginative and creative production, something that would lead me into a gratification.
Someday, luxury will knock on the door. And, I’ll warmly welcome it. But sorry, not now.
No offense for the cooking diva.I am a fan.
Looking at fresh food is a glimmering image for me who is toying amidst the mediocre, instant, and uncreative package of processed meal. It is like a luxury waiting to be apprehended.
I know, or at least I think, I would love to cook. I like reading descriptions about cooking, and dessert making, or drink varying. I love reading recipes, personifications using smell, color, texture, and taste of ingredients. I love eating a unique and well-prepared mixture of dishes, .and I think watching cooking DIY TV shows is alluring. Cooking is an imaginative and creative production, something that would lead me into a gratification.
Someday, luxury will knock on the door. And, I’ll warmly welcome it. But sorry, not now.
No offense for the cooking diva.I am a fan.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
radical liberal
Marilyn Manson, who mixed his name based on aliases of Norma Jean Mortenson (Marilyn Monroe) and Charles Maddox (Charlie Manson, THE mugshot mastermind), is the embellishment of reasons why there is a lot of parental advisory censored music. hether music will directly effect the listener or not, the debate will wind up in between education, and popular culture (or shall I say counter culture) impact upon youth.
I am not a professor in media or pop culture fad. But sure, I have a glimpse of thought, as usual. Charles Maddox who masterminded several inhuman murders had an IQ for about 121, which means average or above average. An intelligent. His followers, as well, were educated and brilliant women. It is pretty disappointing that although they are that educated, that knowledgeable, but able to stab their victims for couples of tens.
First, Charles Maddox (Manson) is the inspiration for Anthony Hopkins in playing his role in The Silence of the Lamb, that if you paid attention, the character never blinked when he talked, just like the real Manson. As being said before, being a high intelligent person, he had strong belief to what he thought and what he said.
Helter Skelter is a Beatles’ song from the White Album which was being interpreted by Manson and became the reason to murder people. On this case, Manson once said, “it is not me who said that. It is the music.”
In that case of course The Beatles was not jailed just because Manson adored them and interpreted the songs freely. Should the blame be put to Kathleen Maddox, Manson’s illegitimate mother who abandoned him not just once?
The disappointment is where we see Manson as intelligent, and also an antiwar protester, a hippie, a liberal, and glorifying “And in the end, the love we take will be equal to the love we make”, would interpret a song appallingly, and lost others’ life.
Many intelligent people are depicted as troubled by the history, Adolf Hitler, Napoleon, Kurt Cobain. What made them different than Jesus Christ, Muhammad, and Sidharta? Emotional Intelligent? Well, the later three surely outpathed their age, intelligent. But, they also had mother and father who supported them and gave them love in a place so called family that perhaps shaped their emotional intelligence or simply, compassion.
Manson and his followers could be liberal, hippies, love lovers, freedom and free sex and free flow of drugs glorifiers, different than Osama’s followers. But, Manson and Osama have two things in common: high intelligent and lack of emotional intelligent, namely compassion.
I am not a professor in media or pop culture fad. But sure, I have a glimpse of thought, as usual. Charles Maddox who masterminded several inhuman murders had an IQ for about 121, which means average or above average. An intelligent. His followers, as well, were educated and brilliant women. It is pretty disappointing that although they are that educated, that knowledgeable, but able to stab their victims for couples of tens.
First, Charles Maddox (Manson) is the inspiration for Anthony Hopkins in playing his role in The Silence of the Lamb, that if you paid attention, the character never blinked when he talked, just like the real Manson. As being said before, being a high intelligent person, he had strong belief to what he thought and what he said.
Helter Skelter is a Beatles’ song from the White Album which was being interpreted by Manson and became the reason to murder people. On this case, Manson once said, “it is not me who said that. It is the music.”
In that case of course The Beatles was not jailed just because Manson adored them and interpreted the songs freely. Should the blame be put to Kathleen Maddox, Manson’s illegitimate mother who abandoned him not just once?
The disappointment is where we see Manson as intelligent, and also an antiwar protester, a hippie, a liberal, and glorifying “And in the end, the love we take will be equal to the love we make”, would interpret a song appallingly, and lost others’ life.
Many intelligent people are depicted as troubled by the history, Adolf Hitler, Napoleon, Kurt Cobain. What made them different than Jesus Christ, Muhammad, and Sidharta? Emotional Intelligent? Well, the later three surely outpathed their age, intelligent. But, they also had mother and father who supported them and gave them love in a place so called family that perhaps shaped their emotional intelligence or simply, compassion.
Manson and his followers could be liberal, hippies, love lovers, freedom and free sex and free flow of drugs glorifiers, different than Osama’s followers. But, Manson and Osama have two things in common: high intelligent and lack of emotional intelligent, namely compassion.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
love is of no use
people who are falling in love are:
"People who are no longer content to occupy their own space, people who could no longer rely on a new jacket, a bag of grass and an afternoon rerun of The Rockford Files to make them complete," Nick Hornby in About a Boy.
agree?
"People who are no longer content to occupy their own space, people who could no longer rely on a new jacket, a bag of grass and an afternoon rerun of The Rockford Files to make them complete," Nick Hornby in About a Boy.
agree?
Monday, July 07, 2008
kids
Gw ga tau ya. Mungkin karena kali ini gw ngekos di pusat kota, jadi pusat-pusat hiburan yang gw kunjungi yah yang ada di pusat kota. Dan, hiburan-hiburan pusat kota yang paling gampang diakses, paling nyaman, dan paling masuk akal, dan juga paling effortless di puat kota adalah...Mall.
Bangunan yang namanya berasal dari kata Pall-Mall, sebuah permainan di Inggris, emang buanyak banget di Jakarta. Dan emang gw males mikir, jadilah gw pergi ke sono. Kalo gw rajin mikir, gw akan pergi membatik bersama pacar di museum batik, atau bikin keramik bareng pacar di museum keramik, atau kalo gw kaya, mungkin akan sering-sering ke Cafe Batavia buat ngaso setelah muterin museum di seberangnya, ngeliat-liat eks penjara berdarah zaman kolonial.
Tapi ya gw, kalo liburan, males mikir, mau instan. Ternyata, separo lebih dari penduduk Jabodetabek ini yah kayak gw ini. Dasar emang, gak ada edgy-edgy nya. Akibatnya, Mall itu jadi ruamai bangett pas liburan sekolah, tentunya, penuh dengan anak-anak, dari yang masih piyik, sampai yang hampir beranjak gede.
Kalo Mall ramai, konsekuensinya adalah, restroom-nya juga ramai. Cuma, yang gw heran, selama liburan sekolah, restroom yang padet abis Cuma restroom cewek. Pasalnya, di sinilah berjubel, baby sitter, pembantu, PRT, asisten rumah tangga, nenek, tante, sepupu, nyokap-nyokap, sampai cewek yang merupakan pacar seseorang dan lagi pengen ngedeketin keluarga cowoknya, nganterin anak-anak kecil buat memenuhi panggilan alam.
Jelas, kalo lo kenal baik sama gw, pertanyaannya adalah: kenapa restroom CEWEK? Gak peduli tuh anak jenis kelaminnya apa, gak cewek gak cowok, semuanya di bawa ke toilet cewek. Kasian juga kali mbak-mbak yang ngebersihin toilet cewek. Udah kerjaan lebih banyak, gaji sama kayak pembersih toilet cowok.
Emang COWOK ga bisa apa ngurus nih anak-anak yang berisiknya bukan maen kalo di restroom? Yang ada, cowok-cowok or mostly bapak-bapak Cuma nungguin aje di depan restroom, megangin tuh dorongan bayi.
“Aku tunggu di sini ya, Ma,”
”Oke,Pa.”
enak banget ngomongnya.
Hmm...kalo emang cowok-cowok di Indonesia emang setebel itu egonya atau emang gak mau berkotor-kotor ria, bolehlah di mall di kasih toilet khusus anak-anak (kayak di Senayan City, walaupun itu cuma ada di satu lantai, dan ga berfungsi maksimal). Biar adil, biar toilet cewek gak penuh.
Loh, jadi masalah lo bukan tentang feminisme, Vi?
Bukan, kali ini emang tentang kenyamanan egois gw, namanya juga sebagai pengunjung mall.
Gara-gara pengalaman ini, selama masa liburan sekolah, gw sering banget tereak-tereak, ”I Hate Kids!!”
Yah, mudah-mudahan yang di atas mengerti konsepnya kenapa gw teriak gitu.
Karena gw masih pengen punya anak, kok.
Bangunan yang namanya berasal dari kata Pall-Mall, sebuah permainan di Inggris, emang buanyak banget di Jakarta. Dan emang gw males mikir, jadilah gw pergi ke sono. Kalo gw rajin mikir, gw akan pergi membatik bersama pacar di museum batik, atau bikin keramik bareng pacar di museum keramik, atau kalo gw kaya, mungkin akan sering-sering ke Cafe Batavia buat ngaso setelah muterin museum di seberangnya, ngeliat-liat eks penjara berdarah zaman kolonial.
Tapi ya gw, kalo liburan, males mikir, mau instan. Ternyata, separo lebih dari penduduk Jabodetabek ini yah kayak gw ini. Dasar emang, gak ada edgy-edgy nya. Akibatnya, Mall itu jadi ruamai bangett pas liburan sekolah, tentunya, penuh dengan anak-anak, dari yang masih piyik, sampai yang hampir beranjak gede.
Kalo Mall ramai, konsekuensinya adalah, restroom-nya juga ramai. Cuma, yang gw heran, selama liburan sekolah, restroom yang padet abis Cuma restroom cewek. Pasalnya, di sinilah berjubel, baby sitter, pembantu, PRT, asisten rumah tangga, nenek, tante, sepupu, nyokap-nyokap, sampai cewek yang merupakan pacar seseorang dan lagi pengen ngedeketin keluarga cowoknya, nganterin anak-anak kecil buat memenuhi panggilan alam.
Jelas, kalo lo kenal baik sama gw, pertanyaannya adalah: kenapa restroom CEWEK? Gak peduli tuh anak jenis kelaminnya apa, gak cewek gak cowok, semuanya di bawa ke toilet cewek. Kasian juga kali mbak-mbak yang ngebersihin toilet cewek. Udah kerjaan lebih banyak, gaji sama kayak pembersih toilet cowok.
Emang COWOK ga bisa apa ngurus nih anak-anak yang berisiknya bukan maen kalo di restroom? Yang ada, cowok-cowok or mostly bapak-bapak Cuma nungguin aje di depan restroom, megangin tuh dorongan bayi.
“Aku tunggu di sini ya, Ma,”
”Oke,Pa.”
enak banget ngomongnya.
Hmm...kalo emang cowok-cowok di Indonesia emang setebel itu egonya atau emang gak mau berkotor-kotor ria, bolehlah di mall di kasih toilet khusus anak-anak (kayak di Senayan City, walaupun itu cuma ada di satu lantai, dan ga berfungsi maksimal). Biar adil, biar toilet cewek gak penuh.
Loh, jadi masalah lo bukan tentang feminisme, Vi?
Bukan, kali ini emang tentang kenyamanan egois gw, namanya juga sebagai pengunjung mall.
Gara-gara pengalaman ini, selama masa liburan sekolah, gw sering banget tereak-tereak, ”I Hate Kids!!”
Yah, mudah-mudahan yang di atas mengerti konsepnya kenapa gw teriak gitu.
Karena gw masih pengen punya anak, kok.
Monday, June 30, 2008
For a Stranger I Barely Know Today:
“Build your dreams to the stars above
But when you need someone to love,
Dont go to strangers darling, come to me.
Play with fire get your fingers burn,
And when theres no place for you to turn,
Dont go to strangers darling, come to me.
For, when you hear a call to follow your heart,
Youll follow your heart I know.
Ive been through it all, for Im an old hand,
And Ill understand if you go! So,
Make your mark for your friends to see
But when you need more than company
Dont go to strangers darling, come to me,”
Amy Winehouse with Paul Weller
And I hope I can be a darling too, someday.
But when you need someone to love,
Dont go to strangers darling, come to me.
Play with fire get your fingers burn,
And when theres no place for you to turn,
Dont go to strangers darling, come to me.
For, when you hear a call to follow your heart,
Youll follow your heart I know.
Ive been through it all, for Im an old hand,
And Ill understand if you go! So,
Make your mark for your friends to see
But when you need more than company
Dont go to strangers darling, come to me,”
Amy Winehouse with Paul Weller
And I hope I can be a darling too, someday.
Friday, June 27, 2008
today is a gift
Dear diary,
My present might become past
Then me as a past could bother someone’s present
I don’t have a past
Yet why bothered?
Because I am the present
Present cannot simply be glad
Just because it is indeed a gift,
What about the gifts before this gift?
Could those gifts still be remembered?
Still be felt?
Still be pondered?
Well, I still remember my first special gift,
A complete Indonesian-English-Indonesian dictionary
Should this natural temper
Be happened with
Human
‘
s
heart
?
should I have a past?
My present might become past
Then me as a past could bother someone’s present
I don’t have a past
Yet why bothered?
Because I am the present
Present cannot simply be glad
Just because it is indeed a gift,
What about the gifts before this gift?
Could those gifts still be remembered?
Still be felt?
Still be pondered?
Well, I still remember my first special gift,
A complete Indonesian-English-Indonesian dictionary
Should this natural temper
Be happened with
Human
‘
s
heart
?
should I have a past?
Monday, May 26, 2008
stop this train
Something mightly peculiar is going on with me. I just had an American Holiday this Monday, when most of the people in Indonesia did work. It pumped me up a bit, remembering the last four months had been an array of endlessly swampful routines. There are times when all you need is a pause when everybody is not pausing. A difference that you are not moving in the system for a day. I always chirp in my head, I wish I could hop off to Lago and its iceberg, lost in Tokyo, heating up in Timbuktu. Perhaps next time.
Monday, May 12, 2008
i do not love
Falling in love with reality is oh so hard
Let me fall with things
In my imaginations
Of how you should be
Let me fall with things
In my imaginations
Of how you should be
Friday, May 09, 2008
vindictively smart
Yesterday, I went to Hard Rock FM to have a debate (yea, borrring.) on “We Should Eliminate the Big and Beautiful Slogan from This Earth”. It was pretty surreal for me, since..well..the topic IS surreal. Is the slogan killing you ? no. so, why should we eliminate that? (wait. They said it should be a FUN debate!). so, I tried to be fun. And, most of you know, it is hard for me to be fun. My definition of having a fun conversation is Vincent and Desta Club Eighties FUN fun. I could not do that, for Moses sake!
So, well, I think the debate went on okay. We had Santi Nuri Dharmawan, my fellow Chinese bestie who doesn’t like Chinese guys, and thinks that calling her “ci” or “enci” is absolutely atrocious! Santi was in the same group with a guy from FHM magazine (this guy has the physical character of Lurino’s and brain like Rulli, sorry Sisie…I have to put your guys’ names here). Both of them were in the affirmative team and they are both rather…skinny…eughhh…what’s the meaning of the meaning, sih?
Meanwhile, while Santi and the Lurino prodigy were doing their casebuilding, my teammate hadn’t come…yet. I made a suspicious guess that he must be rather “chubby” I may say. But, then again, negative thinking is bad. Then, came this new rapper (he’d rather be called as a hip hop musician, familiar with the Timbaland guy, non?). He’s J-Flo, which reminds me of J-Co, or even J-Lo. And of course, I don’t know who he is. But, apparently, Melissa Karim (the host), said that his new single has been there for weeks in Hard Rock FM charts. And, when I heard the song, it’s not bad at all. And I think he has a pretty nice show muscles (my bf said, that show muscles consist of torso, abdomens, as such). However, his overtly bubbly personality turned Santi off.
So, I’m in the team who doesn’t agree to eliminate the slogan “big is beautiful” from the earth, we defended that with absolutely absurd reasons, of course. Like…
- from the point of view of the freedom to choose your own body shape: gee….who could choose their body shapes???!!! (ok, too much exclamation marks)
- from the point of view of health: nobody will stupidly increase their weight the minute they hear the slogan “big is beautiful”
- from the point of view of image: J-Flo (whose real name is actually Joshua) said that image comes from the word “imago”, and if we could see the statues and the pictures from Roman empire or from the ancient Greece, we could see that it’s all about humongous size. So, image is relative, and we could change the image in the society. Kudos for J-Flo, he has some brain apparently.
And the jury said that the argument was weak, because face it! We now live in a mean world, not in the ancient world. Aw…aw…..And we have to suit in that image. (yes! we had a jury, who was the script editor of Pulau Hantu 1 and 2, DO, MBA, and many other great-selling movies recently, so you know where such judgment comes from)
However, overall…my team won. Simply because of this newbee hip hop artiste was freakin smart and witty and outspoken and bubbly. Not because of me..well…who am I anyway…
So, we got three vouchers to buy J-Co Donuts, and the opponent got…also J-Co Donuts vouchers…yaiy! What’s the point of competing then?
What I learned from yesterday were:
- Melissa Karim’s weight is 42!!! Geezzz….. I would love to have that weight, plus several kilos more.
- J-Flo said, in order to make his album sold out, he suited his body into his target market, not the public. So, guys, remember….. there’s a difference between target market and public.
- I feel that the topic was not important, because I feel secure about myself, except about the lower parts of my body, and I’m working on it.
- Entertainment industry is cruelll. I wonder why Jame decides to go there. Then again, it’s Jame’s habitate naturalez.
- I think I met smart people, and at the same time, vindictive people. And, they work in the empire so called M E D I A.
So, well, I think the debate went on okay. We had Santi Nuri Dharmawan, my fellow Chinese bestie who doesn’t like Chinese guys, and thinks that calling her “ci” or “enci” is absolutely atrocious! Santi was in the same group with a guy from FHM magazine (this guy has the physical character of Lurino’s and brain like Rulli, sorry Sisie…I have to put your guys’ names here). Both of them were in the affirmative team and they are both rather…skinny…eughhh…what’s the meaning of the meaning, sih?
Meanwhile, while Santi and the Lurino prodigy were doing their casebuilding, my teammate hadn’t come…yet. I made a suspicious guess that he must be rather “chubby” I may say. But, then again, negative thinking is bad. Then, came this new rapper (he’d rather be called as a hip hop musician, familiar with the Timbaland guy, non?). He’s J-Flo, which reminds me of J-Co, or even J-Lo. And of course, I don’t know who he is. But, apparently, Melissa Karim (the host), said that his new single has been there for weeks in Hard Rock FM charts. And, when I heard the song, it’s not bad at all. And I think he has a pretty nice show muscles (my bf said, that show muscles consist of torso, abdomens, as such). However, his overtly bubbly personality turned Santi off.
So, I’m in the team who doesn’t agree to eliminate the slogan “big is beautiful” from the earth, we defended that with absolutely absurd reasons, of course. Like…
- from the point of view of the freedom to choose your own body shape: gee….who could choose their body shapes???!!! (ok, too much exclamation marks)
- from the point of view of health: nobody will stupidly increase their weight the minute they hear the slogan “big is beautiful”
- from the point of view of image: J-Flo (whose real name is actually Joshua) said that image comes from the word “imago”, and if we could see the statues and the pictures from Roman empire or from the ancient Greece, we could see that it’s all about humongous size. So, image is relative, and we could change the image in the society. Kudos for J-Flo, he has some brain apparently.
And the jury said that the argument was weak, because face it! We now live in a mean world, not in the ancient world. Aw…aw…..And we have to suit in that image. (yes! we had a jury, who was the script editor of Pulau Hantu 1 and 2, DO, MBA, and many other great-selling movies recently, so you know where such judgment comes from)
However, overall…my team won. Simply because of this newbee hip hop artiste was freakin smart and witty and outspoken and bubbly. Not because of me..well…who am I anyway…
So, we got three vouchers to buy J-Co Donuts, and the opponent got…also J-Co Donuts vouchers…yaiy! What’s the point of competing then?
What I learned from yesterday were:
- Melissa Karim’s weight is 42!!! Geezzz….. I would love to have that weight, plus several kilos more.
- J-Flo said, in order to make his album sold out, he suited his body into his target market, not the public. So, guys, remember….. there’s a difference between target market and public.
- I feel that the topic was not important, because I feel secure about myself, except about the lower parts of my body, and I’m working on it.
- Entertainment industry is cruelll. I wonder why Jame decides to go there. Then again, it’s Jame’s habitate naturalez.
- I think I met smart people, and at the same time, vindictive people. And, they work in the empire so called M E D I A.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
wrong entertainment
I just moved to a new kosan
I added more stuff than the one I had when I was in college
But still, I don’t bring tivo
So I bought two magazines yesterday
One of them was girlfriend Indonesia
Instead of making me delightful to see full colored pages, this magazine made me think even more for the un-edited stuffs. (Tons of stuffs!) that they had.
Just that
I just hate it when a published magazine can have the same mistakes as my unpublished works.
insensitive indonesian
Boss (B): If Americans come here to see how average Indonesians live, they will be very thankful fo their condition now, about how they live now.
Me (M): Who are average Indonesians?
B: would you look at that food vendors or people who own small restaurants?
M: Oh, you’ll be shocked that they actually have a lot of money. Some of them even could pay for their children college fee abroad or they have big houses in their kampong
B: Well, look like a rich Indonesian talking to me. Just like my girlfriend when she said that it was always too much when I tip people at restaurants
B: So, what do you think as an averagely very fine salary for Indonesian?
M: 5 thousand bucks a month,at least. somebody pretty important in oil and gas company or somebody who has a very popular restaurant kiosks
B: So you think 5,000 bucks a month can get you to study abroad? (with a redden face)
M: Don’t blame me. That’s what happened in Indonesia, they may look filthy, but the have money.
(I really wanna show the boss some pictures of Soto Bangkong pundits or Sate Babi pundits, or even some meatball sellers on the street, and how damn rich they really are!)
I didn’t say all. Just some.
Me (M): Who are average Indonesians?
B: would you look at that food vendors or people who own small restaurants?
M: Oh, you’ll be shocked that they actually have a lot of money. Some of them even could pay for their children college fee abroad or they have big houses in their kampong
B: Well, look like a rich Indonesian talking to me. Just like my girlfriend when she said that it was always too much when I tip people at restaurants
B: So, what do you think as an averagely very fine salary for Indonesian?
M: 5 thousand bucks a month,at least. somebody pretty important in oil and gas company or somebody who has a very popular restaurant kiosks
B: So you think 5,000 bucks a month can get you to study abroad? (with a redden face)
M: Don’t blame me. That’s what happened in Indonesia, they may look filthy, but the have money.
(I really wanna show the boss some pictures of Soto Bangkong pundits or Sate Babi pundits, or even some meatball sellers on the street, and how damn rich they really are!)
I didn’t say all. Just some.
impression
Impression is very important
I spent three days this week to go to gym
To exercise
And practicing my hip hop, swing latin, and yaga-ing move
Also to hear criticism
That I have 70 percent body fat
Upon which I don’t really care
Hihi
Because I am still healthy
I just try to eat more fruit
Because I don’t like veggie
Did I do all of that for impression?
Yes
Did I do all of that for myself?
Absolutedamnlutely.
I am happy doing that
When I am in a dance class
I lose the track of time
Side effect?
Thinner, maybe.
But love the sense of losing track of time even more
Just me. And the dance floor, and…
The instructor, of course.
Impression is very important
Yesterday
I dragged my feet to the haphazard of way-beyond-my-budget hip stores at bundaran senayan
Well, I got lucky eventually
I found a hazy white stripped black patent zara suit
Exactly the suit I had in my mind
Went for 399.900 a piece
Flair investment (for a year ha ha!)
So, I bought the suit
Because the day after I had to go to an important meeting
With a national agency
After all night and day activities
Which are preparing myself for a nice impression
(for the national agent, and for my boss)
I got a meeting cancellation right half an hour before the meeting.
Typical.
So I wore my lavishly new suit
Sitting in a car
With two very important bosses
And a driver
Rode back to the central of Jakarta
At 7.30 a.m
For two and a half hour.
Well, was I upset?
A bit
I bought a new suit, for Moses sake
But I enjoyed having a conversation with them
And I enjoyed my new suit
It was just
So beautiful and firm
And I look instantly sophisticated in that
So, does impression matter?
Yes
But I do that to impress
myself.
I spent three days this week to go to gym
To exercise
And practicing my hip hop, swing latin, and yaga-ing move
Also to hear criticism
That I have 70 percent body fat
Upon which I don’t really care
Hihi
Because I am still healthy
I just try to eat more fruit
Because I don’t like veggie
Did I do all of that for impression?
Yes
Did I do all of that for myself?
Absolutedamnlutely.
I am happy doing that
When I am in a dance class
I lose the track of time
Side effect?
Thinner, maybe.
But love the sense of losing track of time even more
Just me. And the dance floor, and…
The instructor, of course.
Impression is very important
Yesterday
I dragged my feet to the haphazard of way-beyond-my-budget hip stores at bundaran senayan
Well, I got lucky eventually
I found a hazy white stripped black patent zara suit
Exactly the suit I had in my mind
Went for 399.900 a piece
Flair investment (for a year ha ha!)
So, I bought the suit
Because the day after I had to go to an important meeting
With a national agency
After all night and day activities
Which are preparing myself for a nice impression
(for the national agent, and for my boss)
I got a meeting cancellation right half an hour before the meeting.
Typical.
So I wore my lavishly new suit
Sitting in a car
With two very important bosses
And a driver
Rode back to the central of Jakarta
At 7.30 a.m
For two and a half hour.
Well, was I upset?
A bit
I bought a new suit, for Moses sake
But I enjoyed having a conversation with them
And I enjoyed my new suit
It was just
So beautiful and firm
And I look instantly sophisticated in that
So, does impression matter?
Yes
But I do that to impress
myself.
Monday, March 31, 2008
when packaging means more than the meat
In the midst of every hussle and approaches to watch Ayat-Ayat Cinta, then many assumptions are also being drawn, from the finest movie that does not include horror and sex, movie that endorse polygamy, into the movie which makes our Vice President came to watch it at Plaza Senayan and our President watched it at EX, (and couldn’t stop his tears from running).
I have my own stray of thought. I would see Ayat –Ayat Cinta (AAC)as a Halal movie to be seen. People see AAC not for the sake of seeing an Islamic religious movie. But, they come to see a love movie. I think, the package, which is a poster of very beautiful eyes from a face covered with burqa, being looked over by a man, over a fully barenaked-make up-ed face of a Christian woman who eventually converted to Islam, just adding the attraction why most of the people watch it.
This way, old couples do not need to see a love movie with additions of kissing scenes in 3 Hari untuk Selamanya, or without being worry that the husbands would look over the beautiful actresses in Otomatis Romantis, and make the actresses the star of their masturbation sessions. Do not need to see and overtly vaguely romantic imagination in Ada Apa Dengan Cinta, or in Ungu Violet. Or seeing a non-subtle, sharp, and witty dialogue in Monty Tiwa’s and Nia Dinata’s movies.
Seeing this, we could see that people are longing for something that is nearest to themselves: religion. Thus, eventhough the places where the stories happen were so far away: Turkey, India, places with desert, people still identify themselves most to this: religion, cross over their identities as a woman, a man, as an Indonesian, as an Indonesian living in pluralistic country. People need to see people in the movie saying assalamualaikum, saying thank you in Arabic, wearing burqa, do five time players. People want to see themselves. People want to be acknowledged.
That is why, although AAC does not come thickly with religion issue, such as The Passion of the Christ --it was a romantic movie, a drama movie, to be exact, a pop movie. Religion was just made into the backgrounds.—people come see the movie because the background makes the movie become Halal and it makes people who identify themselves to the movie being acknowledged.
And, we have to admit that acknowledgement towards Islam just happened recently in global world. But, isn’t it funny that we oversize this acknowledgement in Indonesia nowadays instead the fact that Islam has always been the majority of the population? Hence, the majority of culture?
From what I can understand, it shows how our people also try to make it global. They are bolding this acknowledgement for the sake of their bandhood of brothers and sisters outside this country (Indonesia).
The problem occurs when the meat of the movie (polygamy, convert, naïve and not that good looking guy, desperate women who want to be with him) was considered as not Halal by some people. It becomes a bigger problem because the meat connected highly to its packaging: Islam. While some people are still debating the meat of the movie, still AAC is not a sterile tool to declare that that kind of Islam which could be acknowledged by larger populations.
P.S: But, we cannot deny that we all cry during a romantic movie (based on our definition of what is romantic, and now we could see clearly what SBY’s definition is).
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
my first kar wai movie
I’d never watched Wong Kar Wai’s movie before. What I know was, nearly all of my past gebetans liked his work. One day, I picked a DVD and bought it just because there was Jude Law on the cover and it’s dominated by purple color. The title was “My Blueberry Nights”, apparently by Wong Kar Wai. Very exiciting. Wong Kar Wai was meticulously detail, artsy, not to mention the addition of jazzy nighty diner songs, and great story flow. The story was mainly about how Lizzie (Norah Jones) redeemed her broken heart, the flow made the same old theme seemingly different and deeper. And, as other festival movies, the acting of the actor/actress was absolutedamnly great, including Norah Jones! Could you believe it? The shy girl acted! Moreover, Rachel Weisz and Natalie Portman practiced their southern accent with trashy dresses. Hehe. Very interesting. Another definition of romantic drama/comedy.
Monday, March 10, 2008
slowly cured
My life had been a parade of miseries as consequences of my choices. However, lately i redeemed those and started to have a nice feeling.
Lately, I was glad for several things:
1.I finished reading To Kill a Mockingbird, a very soothing book
2.I enjoyed re-running my Sex and the City collection
2.I enjoyed my work, in which interpreting, in which teaching simultaneously the police in Police Language School, Cipinang (no, not the jail). We had nice, smart, open minded students without their usual sex jokes
3.The students gave me a nice batik shawl, a bag, and a card. Usually, the students from previous iteration only gave something to my opa opa boss. But now, they took me into consideration. Something about the gift is that it is nice to be appreciated sometimes. =)
4.That late night when bf and me got a warning from a police, “ mas mbak, tolong jangan lama-lama di sini. Gak enak diliat orang…”
5.Seeing my college friends on Nandia’s last day being 22 year old. Damn you girl, so freakin’ young.
6.Memmy’s gift, wrapped in a specially printed wrapper with my picture and hers on it.
Lately, I was glad for several things:
1.I finished reading To Kill a Mockingbird, a very soothing book
2.I enjoyed re-running my Sex and the City collection
2.I enjoyed my work, in which interpreting, in which teaching simultaneously the police in Police Language School, Cipinang (no, not the jail). We had nice, smart, open minded students without their usual sex jokes
3.The students gave me a nice batik shawl, a bag, and a card. Usually, the students from previous iteration only gave something to my opa opa boss. But now, they took me into consideration. Something about the gift is that it is nice to be appreciated sometimes. =)
4.That late night when bf and me got a warning from a police, “ mas mbak, tolong jangan lama-lama di sini. Gak enak diliat orang…”
5.Seeing my college friends on Nandia’s last day being 22 year old. Damn you girl, so freakin’ young.
6.Memmy’s gift, wrapped in a specially printed wrapper with my picture and hers on it.
beautiful men
It was all started with Sandra Dewi.
Yes… the well-known seemingly looks like Dian Sastro new artiste bumped into me in Plaza Senayan restroom (just like Henidar Amroe, I bumped into her in Grand Kemang restroom). She was tall, long haired, with perfect hair down to the waist. So, after I was done, I told my bf that Sandra Dewi was in the restroom and you might want to check on her. (I told this because I know that one of the hottest topics in his karang taruna drinking and drunk club was buying FHM with Sandra Dewi on the cover).
After a while, in which 30 seconds, she hadn’t come outside, so I leaned on bf’s hand to go away from the in front hall of the restroom. And he did not want to move. Then, what happened next was a series of dragging and herding him around, only with no result. He insisted to see Sandra Dewi. So, I told him that he was way so desperate, and I left him to go to Coffee Bean, then to Metro.
I was irritated by his childish act. Then, as usual, after few argumentations (shortly after he looked for me), he said, “I have the full right to see whoever beautiful persons in front of me, no matter if they are a woman, a guy, a gay, whoever. And I ensure you the same right to do so,” he said.
Okay then, from that point that day, I did not fix my eyes on his ever. I looked for beautiful scenery in front of me. Miserably, what I found that no men were that beautiful. It is not fair. The comparison for beautiful women and beautiful men around was 75 to 15. If you pay attention carefully, there were so little beautiful, handsome, hunky men in Jakarta.
The best that I could find were men who were not afraid to speak for their personalities, men with mickey mouse t-shirt, men with shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers who bring plastic bag from grocery stores. Those men are interesting. But the rest, men are afraid to express themselves in their physical appearances. And, most men are ugly.
However, I’ll buy men with nice torso and ass. And terribly speaking, there were very few of them as well.
So, I said to bf, it is not about the right, but what can I do with my right. Apparently, it was less than what you can do. So, I think it’s not fair.
Yes… the well-known seemingly looks like Dian Sastro new artiste bumped into me in Plaza Senayan restroom (just like Henidar Amroe, I bumped into her in Grand Kemang restroom). She was tall, long haired, with perfect hair down to the waist. So, after I was done, I told my bf that Sandra Dewi was in the restroom and you might want to check on her. (I told this because I know that one of the hottest topics in his karang taruna drinking and drunk club was buying FHM with Sandra Dewi on the cover).
After a while, in which 30 seconds, she hadn’t come outside, so I leaned on bf’s hand to go away from the in front hall of the restroom. And he did not want to move. Then, what happened next was a series of dragging and herding him around, only with no result. He insisted to see Sandra Dewi. So, I told him that he was way so desperate, and I left him to go to Coffee Bean, then to Metro.
I was irritated by his childish act. Then, as usual, after few argumentations (shortly after he looked for me), he said, “I have the full right to see whoever beautiful persons in front of me, no matter if they are a woman, a guy, a gay, whoever. And I ensure you the same right to do so,” he said.
Okay then, from that point that day, I did not fix my eyes on his ever. I looked for beautiful scenery in front of me. Miserably, what I found that no men were that beautiful. It is not fair. The comparison for beautiful women and beautiful men around was 75 to 15. If you pay attention carefully, there were so little beautiful, handsome, hunky men in Jakarta.
The best that I could find were men who were not afraid to speak for their personalities, men with mickey mouse t-shirt, men with shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers who bring plastic bag from grocery stores. Those men are interesting. But the rest, men are afraid to express themselves in their physical appearances. And, most men are ugly.
However, I’ll buy men with nice torso and ass. And terribly speaking, there were very few of them as well.
So, I said to bf, it is not about the right, but what can I do with my right. Apparently, it was less than what you can do. So, I think it’s not fair.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
quit
So, I quit.
Literally quit from the consultant office.
Things that outraged me that rationalized me to quit:
1.A dialogue in P.S. I Love You:
“ I don’t like my job”
“Why?”
“I don’t like to work for idiots, so what should I do?”
“So, quit”
(I did not think that I work for some total idiots, but the sentence, “so, quit” made me realize that it is my free decision to quit. It’s not like I am responsible fully, and when I quit all clients will be gone. And it’s not like I’ll be insane too if I quit
2.My consultant office was like a never-ending tilted threads of work process, of new things, and abundantly full with surprises, and with unpredictable unnecessary ethics and politics. The office got a potential to develop but, tell me that I am lame, but I can’t stand an unclear process and un even playing field for competition
3.I did not get contract for my work there. Get to be a law-literate person. I have to appreciate myself
4.Too frequent time seeing your boyfriend for the whole week can make relationship sour
Now, I work for a while as a translator an interpreter in an NGO. But, then, until the while is gone…
What should I be doing?
Let’s figure out soon.
(pfuih!)
Literally quit from the consultant office.
Things that outraged me that rationalized me to quit:
1.A dialogue in P.S. I Love You:
“ I don’t like my job”
“Why?”
“I don’t like to work for idiots, so what should I do?”
“So, quit”
(I did not think that I work for some total idiots, but the sentence, “so, quit” made me realize that it is my free decision to quit. It’s not like I am responsible fully, and when I quit all clients will be gone. And it’s not like I’ll be insane too if I quit
2.My consultant office was like a never-ending tilted threads of work process, of new things, and abundantly full with surprises, and with unpredictable unnecessary ethics and politics. The office got a potential to develop but, tell me that I am lame, but I can’t stand an unclear process and un even playing field for competition
3.I did not get contract for my work there. Get to be a law-literate person. I have to appreciate myself
4.Too frequent time seeing your boyfriend for the whole week can make relationship sour
Now, I work for a while as a translator an interpreter in an NGO. But, then, until the while is gone…
What should I be doing?
Let’s figure out soon.
(pfuih!)
Sunday, December 16, 2007
december thought
Mesmerized by last year’s jiffest, well I continued this tradition this year. This year’s jiffest was relatively less festive and less energetic than the year before. The experience of watching movie, however, was also the experience of identifying yourself with the audience in the studio. Do you have the same interest with other people there? Or they are usually your opponent, who watch the movie just to mock every juicy lines from it.
So, actually, I think watching movies in a festival is one way of searching for the people who can be ninety percent interesting for you, packed in one room. So, if you’d been really talking and conversing, you will find some good potential friends and also, boyfriends/girlfriends. Don’t you think?
So, the remarkable movies I watched were Vitus, La Vie En Rose slash La Mome,
Shut Up and Sing, Hang Tuah, and The Conductors (today I’m on my way to see Afghan Muscles and the US vs John Lennon).
I applauded Vitus for the convenient and relaxing feeling I get.
La Vie En Rose for the tears, thrilled, and proud feeling of a woman, and also Marion’s outstanding act as Edith Piaf.
Hang Tuah for its originality and impeccably, its romanticism is now a big round of joke and senseless long sentences for today’s youth. Still, mocking each nuanced sentence in the movie is some of the best entertainment.
Shut Up and Sing was very lively, energetic, kept your heart in rhyme from the beginning till the end of the movie.
And my best movie was, The Conductors. It shivered me, very inspiring, move your feeling on nationalism, art, and culture, no matter your economic status is.
(I recommend The Conductors, Paduan Suara Anak2 baru UI di Balairung dijadiin dokumenter loh di film ini, lengkap pake in depth interview sama Pak Dibyo. Two other characters are Addie MS ama Yuli--the conductor of AREMA-- Top Abis!)
Moreover, the best part was that The Conductors reminded me for not to be a materialistic part of the country’s development. So, I just lost my handphoneS, new 1 gb memory stick, new memory card, and new glasses on the same day at different times. Now I am ensured more that materials don’t give any fulfillment for me. Now, I’m thinking on spending my money on something un-materialistic. A pretty good new attitude to inspire next year’s resolution, huh?
Btw, Merry Christmas y’all!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
jealousy
It comes when you’ve got nothing to do and try to make some betterment out of yourself, looking for a benchmark, and end up mystifying how better other persons are.
It comes when you see other people get more attention, but you feel that they don’t deserve it. The other way around, if you bow for their capabilities and qualities, it’s not jealousy. It’s respect. Jealousy goes to people who actually don’t deserve it.
So, when you feel jealous, the best way to redeem it is to make a mental note that you are way so much better than him, her, or them, fella!
Or, find some fun class, such as belly dance or R n B, or latin dances. =)
It comes when you see other people get more attention, but you feel that they don’t deserve it. The other way around, if you bow for their capabilities and qualities, it’s not jealousy. It’s respect. Jealousy goes to people who actually don’t deserve it.
So, when you feel jealous, the best way to redeem it is to make a mental note that you are way so much better than him, her, or them, fella!
Or, find some fun class, such as belly dance or R n B, or latin dances. =)
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
convert
It was Sunday
And my Dad was sitting in the living room watching a DVD about a testimonial of a converted Moslem. He converted to Catholicism. And he did a sole-person speech for about two hours. Wow. He said that Quran stated stories about Jesus and Christianity in 75 percent of the Holy Book, and Quran only stated 25 percents knowledge about Muhammad and Islam, so he said, “Why should I believe in Islam if it tells kindness of another religion, namely Christianity, and Muhammad is one of Jesus’ follower?”. On the contrary, once I wandered around a music store and saw a DVD about how actually Bible was actually about Muhammad and Islam, and how Jesus was just the follower of Muhammad. Hmm.
He had beard, and really proficient in mentioning phrases from Quran. No wonder, since he had been an Ulama in most of his life. Moreover, he once had been trained in Afghanistan to became a terrorist. He said that he became Catholic because he was reached by Jesus. Jesus spoke to him. Just like the story how Dian Sastro got a Hidayah. God touched them. Spoke to them. Convinced them. To convert.
So, in Ramadhan we often see people who converted from Christianity to Islam. Same case, in Sunday sessions we see people who converted from Islam to Christianity. Bear in mind that we rarely see people who convert from and to other religions in Indonesia namely Buddhism, Hinduism, and Kong Hu Cu, we always see that they really uphold these converted people.
Indirectly, they are saying: “Look at these righteous people who had chosen the right path to heaven”. Bolder more: “Other religions are wrong and my religion is the pious one. We have to learn from these converted people. They did that, so why don’t you”. And in most of the testimonials, we often see these converted people say stating some comparison, such as: “My religion now is better than my religion then”, not a humble testimonial such as, “This is the most suitable path FOR ME. I don’t know if that would be suitable for the others”.
So, digging it more, don’t you think that people in the reformation era nowadays could state their blasphemy easier and merrier than before?
And my Dad was sitting in the living room watching a DVD about a testimonial of a converted Moslem. He converted to Catholicism. And he did a sole-person speech for about two hours. Wow. He said that Quran stated stories about Jesus and Christianity in 75 percent of the Holy Book, and Quran only stated 25 percents knowledge about Muhammad and Islam, so he said, “Why should I believe in Islam if it tells kindness of another religion, namely Christianity, and Muhammad is one of Jesus’ follower?”. On the contrary, once I wandered around a music store and saw a DVD about how actually Bible was actually about Muhammad and Islam, and how Jesus was just the follower of Muhammad. Hmm.
He had beard, and really proficient in mentioning phrases from Quran. No wonder, since he had been an Ulama in most of his life. Moreover, he once had been trained in Afghanistan to became a terrorist. He said that he became Catholic because he was reached by Jesus. Jesus spoke to him. Just like the story how Dian Sastro got a Hidayah. God touched them. Spoke to them. Convinced them. To convert.
So, in Ramadhan we often see people who converted from Christianity to Islam. Same case, in Sunday sessions we see people who converted from Islam to Christianity. Bear in mind that we rarely see people who convert from and to other religions in Indonesia namely Buddhism, Hinduism, and Kong Hu Cu, we always see that they really uphold these converted people.
Indirectly, they are saying: “Look at these righteous people who had chosen the right path to heaven”. Bolder more: “Other religions are wrong and my religion is the pious one. We have to learn from these converted people. They did that, so why don’t you”. And in most of the testimonials, we often see these converted people say stating some comparison, such as: “My religion now is better than my religion then”, not a humble testimonial such as, “This is the most suitable path FOR ME. I don’t know if that would be suitable for the others”.
So, digging it more, don’t you think that people in the reformation era nowadays could state their blasphemy easier and merrier than before?
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
the cast
When you decided something and the people around you refused or irritated by your decision, just take them only as casts in your movie. When somebody snappy and think-that-s/he-knows-all stabbed you with over-intellectual way of talking, also make them as the cast. Because, basically, other people are just the cast in your life. You are the one who is determining your own life and who as who.
Monday, September 24, 2007
intro
why we need to identify when we are all pulsated in a destined time and place, moving around a big bulk concentrated mass of star. Or rather we want to be the Hawking radiation, escape from the vanishing monotonous stirred milky way, stretch the destined time and place so that it’s relative. That, I agree.
Ov.
Ov.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
sweetness
I spent five weeks not in my consultant office. So, for those who know that I am in the same office with my boyfriend, well, I was not for the past four weeks already. That means I only had time to meet him at weekends, just like other normal couples. And I found it weird. Usually we spent about twelve hours a day, but now we only had six hours a week. So, the urge to book one unit at Cosmopolitan tower in kemang village arose. humph. Feel a bit clingy huh?
This wass added by the fact that this month is the fasting month. It means that you are not able to do anything intentionally arousing during noon. So, the past weeks had been spent with layer per layer of patience. And I think I handled it well. I handled the syahwat management well, but not the anger management one.
Look how silly and shallow I am (and yes, it is not only sisie who asked his boyfriend about rescuing her in tsunami, becoz in fact, my bf will save his motorcycle first before me should a fire happens. His motorcycle’s name is domba, anyway). Okay: the silly thing I did: arguing over some silly facts or existence, namely: friendster.
It was started with me saying: how come I am not in your featured friends column? Why do I see these white, slim, big boobs Chinese chicks on your featured friends. And, ladies, don’t forget the “huh?!!” at the end of the sentence.
Then he replied, like I put you on my featured friends for several months. But what did you do? Have you ever put me in your featured friends? I guess, you considered the featured friends are not important. So, I didn’t put you in mine anymore. (and yes, I never put his on mine either).
Yes, but still jealousy is still jealousy, although I had no clear argument for that. So, I said to him that perhaps my ramblings were just because I got my period. And he could understand. See, how fun and easy it is to be woman who accept stereotype from the society.
It’s not over yet. Then, we fought about how he wanted me to lose 15 more kgs. And I bet y’all know how scrumptious and impetuous the war that happened between me and him. I called him shallow and he called me insecure. Fair enough. Blatant enough. Catfights!
However, somehow, we also settled the matter down. And, what’s left of this week is sweetness. Sometimes, it is very nice to feel that you have a privilege. Well, I had the privilege to accompany him going through this fasting month. And it’s sweet. Or to spend a whole evening on Jakarta free car day and looking for some little dogs to buy, I totally found it sweet.
Hmmm…I guess somebody is becoming more lame and more lame and more lame here….
This wass added by the fact that this month is the fasting month. It means that you are not able to do anything intentionally arousing during noon. So, the past weeks had been spent with layer per layer of patience. And I think I handled it well. I handled the syahwat management well, but not the anger management one.
Look how silly and shallow I am (and yes, it is not only sisie who asked his boyfriend about rescuing her in tsunami, becoz in fact, my bf will save his motorcycle first before me should a fire happens. His motorcycle’s name is domba, anyway). Okay: the silly thing I did: arguing over some silly facts or existence, namely: friendster.
It was started with me saying: how come I am not in your featured friends column? Why do I see these white, slim, big boobs Chinese chicks on your featured friends. And, ladies, don’t forget the “huh?!!” at the end of the sentence.
Then he replied, like I put you on my featured friends for several months. But what did you do? Have you ever put me in your featured friends? I guess, you considered the featured friends are not important. So, I didn’t put you in mine anymore. (and yes, I never put his on mine either).
Yes, but still jealousy is still jealousy, although I had no clear argument for that. So, I said to him that perhaps my ramblings were just because I got my period. And he could understand. See, how fun and easy it is to be woman who accept stereotype from the society.
It’s not over yet. Then, we fought about how he wanted me to lose 15 more kgs. And I bet y’all know how scrumptious and impetuous the war that happened between me and him. I called him shallow and he called me insecure. Fair enough. Blatant enough. Catfights!
However, somehow, we also settled the matter down. And, what’s left of this week is sweetness. Sometimes, it is very nice to feel that you have a privilege. Well, I had the privilege to accompany him going through this fasting month. And it’s sweet. Or to spend a whole evening on Jakarta free car day and looking for some little dogs to buy, I totally found it sweet.
Hmmm…I guess somebody is becoming more lame and more lame and more lame here….
effected
Several signs that I AM a pseudo-feminist:
Prelude: I’ve never said that I am a feminist, however, all students in my college learned feminism. And most of them agreed (although only 0.00001%) that women should have their position equally with men in the society, by any definition of course. The more far I get from the time I studied it, the more I am convinced that I am a pseudo-feminist (as jame and sisie said). And it is irritating.
Several signs that I AM a pseudo-feminist:
1.I didn’t cut my hair short. This is the longest hair I’ve ever had. Just because my boyfriend wanted it so.
2.I didn’t protested when several police (whom my agency gave training for) teased me they want to handcuff me. I just gave them a shy smile. Just because I want them to be pleased.
3.I was the one who cleaned up the dishes after me and my boyfriend had lunch. Just because I wanna be seen as a complete woman in front of the society (read: his father and mother)
I think those explain.
Hiks. So, wanna publish Postmopolitan, guys? =)
Prelude: I’ve never said that I am a feminist, however, all students in my college learned feminism. And most of them agreed (although only 0.00001%) that women should have their position equally with men in the society, by any definition of course. The more far I get from the time I studied it, the more I am convinced that I am a pseudo-feminist (as jame and sisie said). And it is irritating.
Several signs that I AM a pseudo-feminist:
1.I didn’t cut my hair short. This is the longest hair I’ve ever had. Just because my boyfriend wanted it so.
2.I didn’t protested when several police (whom my agency gave training for) teased me they want to handcuff me. I just gave them a shy smile. Just because I want them to be pleased.
3.I was the one who cleaned up the dishes after me and my boyfriend had lunch. Just because I wanna be seen as a complete woman in front of the society (read: his father and mother)
I think those explain.
Hiks. So, wanna publish Postmopolitan, guys? =)
Monday, August 13, 2007
august 3
My birthday has always been the announcement day of SPMB, August 3rd. I considered getting into English literature UI as a gift on my 17th birthday back then. I hope the same day may give you the same gift as in getting into some favorite universities. Hohoho. Enjoy your college days, young people.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
korintus
Kasih itu sabar
Kasih itu murah hati
Ia tidak cemburu
Ia tidak meneguhkan diri dan tidak sombong
Ia tidak melakukan yang tak sopan dan mencari keuntungan sendiri
Ia tidak pemarah dan tidak menyimpan kesalahan orang lain
Ia tidak bersuka cita karena ketidakadilan,
tetapi karena kebenaran
Ia menutupi segala sesuatu,
percaya segala sesuatu
mengharapkan segala sesuatu
sabar menanggung segala sesuatu
kasih tidak berkesudahan
nubuat akan berakhir
bahasa roh akan berhenti
pengetahuan akan lenyap
demikianlah, tinggal ketiga hal ini,
yaitu iman, pengharapan dan kasih
dan yang paling besar di antaranya adalah
kasih.
Kasih itu murah hati
Ia tidak cemburu
Ia tidak meneguhkan diri dan tidak sombong
Ia tidak melakukan yang tak sopan dan mencari keuntungan sendiri
Ia tidak pemarah dan tidak menyimpan kesalahan orang lain
Ia tidak bersuka cita karena ketidakadilan,
tetapi karena kebenaran
Ia menutupi segala sesuatu,
percaya segala sesuatu
mengharapkan segala sesuatu
sabar menanggung segala sesuatu
kasih tidak berkesudahan
nubuat akan berakhir
bahasa roh akan berhenti
pengetahuan akan lenyap
demikianlah, tinggal ketiga hal ini,
yaitu iman, pengharapan dan kasih
dan yang paling besar di antaranya adalah
kasih.
apple rep
I went to this pious consultant firm, where the husband of my lovely professor works. It has a splendid interior, feels like you are going to a club next to some beach instead of to a forty something story building. It has a fully-white glossy furniture, with blue shade of raylight and green palms. The great things are: one, from its penthouse-like rear window, you can see the complete map of Gelora Bung Karno and Senayan, complete with its green map and parliament building. It’s quite neat from the 20th floor up there. Secondly, the common OS of the office is Mac, as well as their common desktops. Oh my my…
The things going in my mind is that: they can be a much better representative of Mac and Apple than… me.
Yes. Anywhere I go, everybody is like always saying,”hmm..how incompatible Mac is with other OSs.”
I believe that it IS compatible. Since, hello??, I use Microsoft office to work the documents. It’s a core-duo technology, pipol. However, everywhere I go, I make apple seems worthless and there you go..what’s the word?...incompatible.
Should I feel sorry for harming the cult of apple? It feels like a Moslem who does not do five time prayers or eat pork.
Whatever.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
cold
Walking in between cold asphalt of a large road
Contesting the stars that are not even seen
You find yourself hug your soul
Your midnight mood drip
In between warm houses you pass
Imagine the family inside
Roasting some turkey
Or baking some cookie
Contrasting it with the coldness
Add some atmosphere
Walking down the street alone
Ignoring people are around, usually you find it quite jamming
But meanwhile you’re there alone, you find it quite satisfying
Your sadness is buried in a dark vision
Nobody can see
That’s perfect
Being outside without being seen
You are down
Feel the air feel the thickness of the air
Lonely as it may be
You are fit in to the situation
Monday, June 11, 2007
simply
I like the orange best, bumbi…
We went to Kinokuniya Seibu yesterday. I needed to buy some small, handy, light, well-flowing book as Paulo Cuelhos, I then picked “To Kill a Mockingbird”. Well. I didn’t know yet about the well-flowing words, but for sure it’s light and cheap, hohoho. Not to mention, it’s once said as a pivotal book of the century. So I think, it’s very nice to have something important in my bag within my unimportant days and activities.
Then, after I paid for two magazines and an important book, I went over looking for bumbi. He’s swarming in between comics, history, architecture, and design books. Then he opened a book about Design Anatomy. It shows various of concepts or late designs used to build a brand new design. Then we stopped at Absolut Vodka advertisements. There are six ads, orange, currant, lime, and six other flavors that I don’t recall (am not a huge fan of vodka). The ads are filled with details like you find on Sherina’s and Gita Gutawa’s album covers. Flowery flowing lines.
Then, he asked, “Which one do you like best?, I like this one best (he pointed at the Vodka Curant ad dominates with purple background”
I said, “Okay, based on the detailed pictures in the ad, I like this one (I pointed at an ad dominated with cherish color: it shows an abstract view of new York’s Madison Avenue with its huge billboards), but based on the surreal and whole concept, I like the orange one. Then, based on the sophistication I like the black silver one.
He then said, “I just asked you to choose the best, that simple. You only have to pick one.”
“I can’t. The best can be seen by various categories,” I pleaded
“You’re so complicated. Now, pick one. I’m here to teach you how to be simple.”
After a five minute pause, I said, “Hmmm…I like the orange one best.”
“See? That easy. Don’t weight yourself with complications, unnecessary questions, and considerations. It burdens you and would not be comprehended well by other people.”
I still think that the best can be still seen from various aspects (me and the postmo ego) and bumbi’s there to teach me to be simple. I’m trying both paths now.
I let him in to teach me.
Picture from Getty Images
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
consumption and gratification
*I like this photo...picture of the victims of a slavery, hehehe. Arief Aziz and me*
This week goes on with complication of mind. I want my life be on its reel based on my personal mood and desire. I want it to be fast-forwarded. And lately I found out that the hardest thing to make a prosperous development in your life is Compromises. I don’t like to learn people’s mind and dealing with their barriers given to people. It is tiring, you know, to try to enter someone’s gate to make a first good impression. I can’t bear much to make an effort first before cooperate with people, trying to grasp the core by entering a labyrinth of judgmental thoughts is not easy for me. I’d prefer my comfort zone, myself, my friends. Is it selfish? Or is it a freewill? I’d prefer an individual job if there’s any. Writer? Is it an individual and selfish job? Teaching? Is it too? What do you think? I’ll change my profession as fast as possible at the beginning of next year. I hope so.
Btw, this is the mid of the year. It’s time to check my 2007 new year’s resolution. Half of them are accomplished, though they are resolutions in the form of CONSUMPTION. Meanwhile, the resolutions in the form of GRATIFICATION haven’t been started yet. Have to move my butt off. They are: Spanish course, piano course, read feminism books, write articles, and work my body out! Hmmph. Oh ya, including attend church mass as frequent as possible (very questionable). Ayo Ovi, semangattt
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
dying
Suck it through
Centrifuging my thoughts of dark sky
Swamp my shoulders on the door pane
Said her to the air
Breeze me with your raining solitude
With that after-rain smell stopping the bleed in my nose
Swap my face with your indiscriminating touch
Said her to the trespassing wind
I’m not living for a second
It is you standing inside my soul
My mother-nature
Suck it through
Suck my defense
Left nothing but giving
Give the gift and help me through
I’m dying, I’m letting everything in
From you
Mother-nature
Centrifuging my thoughts of dark sky
Swamp my shoulders on the door pane
Said her to the air
Breeze me with your raining solitude
With that after-rain smell stopping the bleed in my nose
Swap my face with your indiscriminating touch
Said her to the trespassing wind
I’m not living for a second
It is you standing inside my soul
My mother-nature
Suck it through
Suck my defense
Left nothing but giving
Give the gift and help me through
I’m dying, I’m letting everything in
From you
Mother-nature
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
solemn desert
When the cycle of solemn solitude reappears
I hold my mind not to fall far
I don’t understand why the stars lights its flash
Blade my hands from watering the sand
Deepest dry eyes from the black veil
I am withdrawing my soul from touching you
When the full moon accompanying the travelers on their camels
Late at night
No one knows what games the stars are playing
Since they just appear for light teasing
To show that they are there and they are the ones that radiate
Unlike the sun
Brightens the land
That’s why travelers are waiting for the day,
But only to wait for the starry night to come
To let themselves being lost while halfly awake
The greatest cluelessness without blame
I hold my mind not to fall far
I don’t understand why the stars lights its flash
Blade my hands from watering the sand
Deepest dry eyes from the black veil
I am withdrawing my soul from touching you
When the full moon accompanying the travelers on their camels
Late at night
No one knows what games the stars are playing
Since they just appear for light teasing
To show that they are there and they are the ones that radiate
Unlike the sun
Brightens the land
That’s why travelers are waiting for the day,
But only to wait for the starry night to come
To let themselves being lost while halfly awake
The greatest cluelessness without blame
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
coming with you i might
Swarming with you is so light
I feel no burden inside
Playing on the field catching balloon flights
Strolling on the grass and pointing at the blue skylight
Oh baby, you’re so an apple on my sight
Bringing the bubbly happy slide that I cannot fight
Even though my mind can’t remember your face right
I feel your figure burning out to my delight
I feel no burden inside
Playing on the field catching balloon flights
Strolling on the grass and pointing at the blue skylight
Oh baby, you’re so an apple on my sight
Bringing the bubbly happy slide that I cannot fight
Even though my mind can’t remember your face right
I feel your figure burning out to my delight
Thursday, March 22, 2007
you
I’ve never been there to your island
Though my mind soars with the shouts of anxiety
I’ve never been subly- cultural
Never been there with anger
To bring my projections outside
Never thought of making my soul a concrete pad of stamp
Never tried to pierce, cease, metallite, covering up, blushing up, lipstcking o’er, trying to be different, mocking the pops, stabbing my ears, being scary yet a very good citizen inside.
Though all’s been crossed my mind
I see a seamless kind of being pop and different
All prisons my sole
All has no answer of all anger, disappointment, sadness, and imperfection
No consolation as good as myself
Think it through, should I bring it to a social desperation movement?
I’ve never been there being there with anyone
Now I see u will not drug me either
Since indeed I’ve never been to your island
I’ve never been to your mind
Though my mind soars with the shouts of anxiety
Though my mind soars with the shouts of anxiety
I’ve never been subly- cultural
Never been there with anger
To bring my projections outside
Never thought of making my soul a concrete pad of stamp
Never tried to pierce, cease, metallite, covering up, blushing up, lipstcking o’er, trying to be different, mocking the pops, stabbing my ears, being scary yet a very good citizen inside.
Though all’s been crossed my mind
I see a seamless kind of being pop and different
All prisons my sole
All has no answer of all anger, disappointment, sadness, and imperfection
No consolation as good as myself
Think it through, should I bring it to a social desperation movement?
I’ve never been there being there with anyone
Now I see u will not drug me either
Since indeed I’ve never been to your island
I’ve never been to your mind
Though my mind soars with the shouts of anxiety
i wanna
I wanna die without knowing people are bad
I wanna close my eyes and not seeing people smirk on my success
I wanna shut my ears without hearing people subordinating me behind my back
I wanna numb my skin to give no rooms for false pats
I wanna blackened my heart so it’ll not be moved by cheap praises
I wanna hang up the phone before rumors are spread further
I wanna be beautiful so I won’t have to try triple-standardly to give contributions
I wanna be funny so everybody will laugh and lose focus on my weaknesses
I wanna be powerful so everyone will hear for all I’ve got to say
I wanna be in an education system again when meritocracy is the only standard
I don’t want to respect people only just because they are older
I disgust social order and organization
Unfortunately, working life lets everything in
I wanna close my eyes and not seeing people smirk on my success
I wanna shut my ears without hearing people subordinating me behind my back
I wanna numb my skin to give no rooms for false pats
I wanna blackened my heart so it’ll not be moved by cheap praises
I wanna hang up the phone before rumors are spread further
I wanna be beautiful so I won’t have to try triple-standardly to give contributions
I wanna be funny so everybody will laugh and lose focus on my weaknesses
I wanna be powerful so everyone will hear for all I’ve got to say
I wanna be in an education system again when meritocracy is the only standard
I don’t want to respect people only just because they are older
I disgust social order and organization
Unfortunately, working life lets everything in
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
drowse
Today the time ticks from celebration to obituary
I am not living here it’s my mind that still prey
My heart has flown away by the breeze of the valley
Pricking wishes into dust of puzzled hopes
Pulled like a sugar candies then melt, scratching the intestine
Doing the best is sure what I’ve got
But myth is sure hard to forgot
Giving realities to be judged non-sense-ly
Sure I can’t convey
Since in the jungle everything chuckles
Can’t judge their happy nice smiles
When everybody just wants you to be drown
Then you are drown
I am not living here it’s my mind that still prey
My heart has flown away by the breeze of the valley
Pricking wishes into dust of puzzled hopes
Pulled like a sugar candies then melt, scratching the intestine
Doing the best is sure what I’ve got
But myth is sure hard to forgot
Giving realities to be judged non-sense-ly
Sure I can’t convey
Since in the jungle everything chuckles
Can’t judge their happy nice smiles
When everybody just wants you to be drown
Then you are drown
Monday, February 26, 2007
a festival of excelso
Interesting fact: Nearly ninety percent of the people on the first to the third row wore converse shoes with candies colors, jeans, black shirt with cute design or polite and sweet political message like “Nobody Dies Virgin, Coz in the End Life F***s Us All” campaign, “Give Me a Starlight” poster, with jansport or eastpack backpacks with different designs and optimistic colors for their belts.
Bawdy as it may be, being in the Muse gig was clearly a whole lot different experience compared to watching Hanson’s in Score! (mwahaha…iya lah). Despite of their so-much-enjoyable music, with Hanson it was like being herd into a dim place where you will see beautiful men being glimmered in purplish lighting. So, the queue was so ehm, pastel. With Muse. Ok, first thing first. I stood on the second festival row exactly in front of the stage. Matthew Bellamy was so discernible from where I was. Then, the show started with Knights of Cydonia. Exactly at that point, the people become so onerous. FYI, front row of the festival floor was packed with young men with their pastel converses. Before the show started, I thought they would be this selected-whole-new-generation-who-would-and-could-pay-half-million-rupiahs-for-an-hour-semi rock-concert-thus-they-won’t-be-rampage.
But, it is wrong. Suddenly they battered each other. Listen to what the crowd had to say (we communicated in English on the floor, so this not a translated enscription): “Hey dude, chill in!”, “What? You fuckin’ asshole, stop pushing me around”, “Hey, I’m not pushing you, Dude. Everybody in the back was pushing.”, “Hey, what are you doing?!”, “Anjing Babi.”, “Would you just shut up?!”. (I was so much included in this conversation).
Then, when the heat was even more boiling, the bodyguards distributed cold mineral water to the front liners. So, we literally drank from the same bottle together with ten people’s saliva on its tip. We desperately needed it (somehow, we understand what does it like to queue for sembako). Then the shouts began: so, the water distributed was in the bottles in the middle of the songs. So, when you received it you had to jump around with Matt’s falsettos. You could drink only at his minor classical riffs that tone the rhythm down. Thus, sometimes the water was splashed off with the jumping. “Hey girl, don’t waste the water.”, “Hey you stop splash it on my face”, “Whatever.”, “Do you want it/”, “Yeah, water please!”, “Hey stop bitchin’ soakin my shirt, dude!”, “Mas…mas..(to the bodyguards), “Apa? (he gave a bottle of water).”, “ah, enggak Mas, minggir dikit dong, aku nggak bisa liat, nih,hehe.). I was pretty much included on this scoffing as well.
Next, I still had this one chance to clean my hands, I put a pinch of Antis and rub them. “Hmhh… apaan nih?”,”Antis, ya?”,”Hmm..iya kayaknya. Antis Stroberi!.”, “I’m sorry,” I smirked,” Duh, kirain absolut vodka,” said the guy, “antis ada alkoholnya dikit kok mas. Mau?” (This is a real conversation. I don’t know why I even had to clean my hands since there’s no use of it).
While silly shouts and conversations came around the experience went on. See, I wore this strapless bras, and when Muse was singing Plug in Baby (it means, near the end of the show), I realized that they (my bras) had slipped down to my waist for almost an hour of jumping and semi-moshing around. In random, I got sticky sweat in five minutes, which equals to two hours of aerobic class. I got my mitten shirt being pulled down, young guys on my back, left, and right. All of them were curbing and pressing. Literally, I hadn’t had this so close encounter with men for one year. It’s okay, as long as their cute, clean, and dripped with Hugo Boss, Armani, or Ck sweats (Thank God, they’re not smelly). Ok, what am I saying here. In sum, it was nasty, nasty yet highly releasing and loosing experience for my soul. The concert left me with my deeply soaked shirt and hair, perennial fatigue, and a flimsy control of mind. if only they had had a Spa service in the midnight, I’d absolutely go for it.
Then, the juice. I think it was a spiritual experience. Adri Subono as the prime minister of the kingdom who herds and provides the security and pawang ujan for the fans as the worshipper to Muse as the god. Seeing how great they infused the youngsters more than the pundits in our country. We love Mas Adri better than om-om at the Ministry of Education or Hatta Rajasa, since everybody feels save coming to his events. We love Matt better than our representatives at the legislative. Coz these om-om can only make an obscene videos, while Muse has us sing and think:
“Come ride with me
Through the veins of history
I’ll show you how god
Falls asleep on the job
And how we can win
When fools can be kings
Don’t waste your time
Or time will waste you
No one’s gonna take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive.”
Other interesting facts:
-In total, there were eleven passed-out people being carried out, literally, over my head.
-Beside me, a 150 cms girl from Madiun who had to come by plane to Jakarta and stayed a motel in Blok M, but on the second song, she was also passed out.
-In front of me were four French high school girls, who were undoubtly gorgeous, and Indian guy even had a time to ask for their number in the middle of the show.
These four girls brought digital cameras and they used it in the face of the Indonesian bodyguard. However, the bodyguard yelled to a young boy far away, “Dek, kamu bawa kamera, ya! Awas kamu, kalo gak dimasukkin, nanti saya ambil.”. What a discrimination. (or is it just because he can’t speak English? So he gave an indirect message?)
-I took a picture with Ian Kasela at the end of the concert, mwahahahaha…
-I still think that Suede and The Tears are better than Muse J
Bawdy as it may be, being in the Muse gig was clearly a whole lot different experience compared to watching Hanson’s in Score! (mwahaha…iya lah). Despite of their so-much-enjoyable music, with Hanson it was like being herd into a dim place where you will see beautiful men being glimmered in purplish lighting. So, the queue was so ehm, pastel. With Muse. Ok, first thing first. I stood on the second festival row exactly in front of the stage. Matthew Bellamy was so discernible from where I was. Then, the show started with Knights of Cydonia. Exactly at that point, the people become so onerous. FYI, front row of the festival floor was packed with young men with their pastel converses. Before the show started, I thought they would be this selected-whole-new-generation-who-would-and-could-pay-half-million-rupiahs-for-an-hour-semi rock-concert-thus-they-won’t-be-rampage.
But, it is wrong. Suddenly they battered each other. Listen to what the crowd had to say (we communicated in English on the floor, so this not a translated enscription): “Hey dude, chill in!”, “What? You fuckin’ asshole, stop pushing me around”, “Hey, I’m not pushing you, Dude. Everybody in the back was pushing.”, “Hey, what are you doing?!”, “Anjing Babi.”, “Would you just shut up?!”. (I was so much included in this conversation).
Then, when the heat was even more boiling, the bodyguards distributed cold mineral water to the front liners. So, we literally drank from the same bottle together with ten people’s saliva on its tip. We desperately needed it (somehow, we understand what does it like to queue for sembako). Then the shouts began: so, the water distributed was in the bottles in the middle of the songs. So, when you received it you had to jump around with Matt’s falsettos. You could drink only at his minor classical riffs that tone the rhythm down. Thus, sometimes the water was splashed off with the jumping. “Hey girl, don’t waste the water.”, “Hey you stop splash it on my face”, “Whatever.”, “Do you want it/”, “Yeah, water please!”, “Hey stop bitchin’ soakin my shirt, dude!”, “Mas…mas..(to the bodyguards), “Apa? (he gave a bottle of water).”, “ah, enggak Mas, minggir dikit dong, aku nggak bisa liat, nih,hehe.). I was pretty much included on this scoffing as well.
Next, I still had this one chance to clean my hands, I put a pinch of Antis and rub them. “Hmhh… apaan nih?”,”Antis, ya?”,”Hmm..iya kayaknya. Antis Stroberi!.”, “I’m sorry,” I smirked,” Duh, kirain absolut vodka,” said the guy, “antis ada alkoholnya dikit kok mas. Mau?” (This is a real conversation. I don’t know why I even had to clean my hands since there’s no use of it).
While silly shouts and conversations came around the experience went on. See, I wore this strapless bras, and when Muse was singing Plug in Baby (it means, near the end of the show), I realized that they (my bras) had slipped down to my waist for almost an hour of jumping and semi-moshing around. In random, I got sticky sweat in five minutes, which equals to two hours of aerobic class. I got my mitten shirt being pulled down, young guys on my back, left, and right. All of them were curbing and pressing. Literally, I hadn’t had this so close encounter with men for one year. It’s okay, as long as their cute, clean, and dripped with Hugo Boss, Armani, or Ck sweats (Thank God, they’re not smelly). Ok, what am I saying here. In sum, it was nasty, nasty yet highly releasing and loosing experience for my soul. The concert left me with my deeply soaked shirt and hair, perennial fatigue, and a flimsy control of mind. if only they had had a Spa service in the midnight, I’d absolutely go for it.
Then, the juice. I think it was a spiritual experience. Adri Subono as the prime minister of the kingdom who herds and provides the security and pawang ujan for the fans as the worshipper to Muse as the god. Seeing how great they infused the youngsters more than the pundits in our country. We love Mas Adri better than om-om at the Ministry of Education or Hatta Rajasa, since everybody feels save coming to his events. We love Matt better than our representatives at the legislative. Coz these om-om can only make an obscene videos, while Muse has us sing and think:
“Come ride with me
Through the veins of history
I’ll show you how god
Falls asleep on the job
And how we can win
When fools can be kings
Don’t waste your time
Or time will waste you
No one’s gonna take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive.”
Other interesting facts:
-In total, there were eleven passed-out people being carried out, literally, over my head.
-Beside me, a 150 cms girl from Madiun who had to come by plane to Jakarta and stayed a motel in Blok M, but on the second song, she was also passed out.
-In front of me were four French high school girls, who were undoubtly gorgeous, and Indian guy even had a time to ask for their number in the middle of the show.
These four girls brought digital cameras and they used it in the face of the Indonesian bodyguard. However, the bodyguard yelled to a young boy far away, “Dek, kamu bawa kamera, ya! Awas kamu, kalo gak dimasukkin, nanti saya ambil.”. What a discrimination. (or is it just because he can’t speak English? So he gave an indirect message?)
-I took a picture with Ian Kasela at the end of the concert, mwahahahaha…
-I still think that Suede and The Tears are better than Muse J
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Ov, he has a girlfriend!
(what a déjà vu…)
Those that keep me holding on tonight
The Tears CD burned and given by Ayu
Two Creatures on the Run single of The Tears
The Lovers as the Tears’ 7th single
Imperfections by The Tears
The Assylum by the talented Brett Anderson
my brother’s chocolate bun that he brought back home
blank paper
words on the blank paper
light conversation on 102 with my boy friend who just found out that his crush is not a single flyer.
Foolish.foolish.foolish.foolish.foolish.fool.
(what a déjà vu…)
Those that keep me holding on tonight
The Tears CD burned and given by Ayu
Two Creatures on the Run single of The Tears
The Lovers as the Tears’ 7th single
Imperfections by The Tears
The Assylum by the talented Brett Anderson
my brother’s chocolate bun that he brought back home
blank paper
words on the blank paper
light conversation on 102 with my boy friend who just found out that his crush is not a single flyer.
Foolish.foolish.foolish.foolish.foolish.fool.
Friday, February 09, 2007
brushes of myth
Two transparent wings on the white horse’s back floating through the brushes of the deep blue ocean. It slightly drowses, swing the wind up while its four feet touches the wave. Like some dregs of silver stardust flashing its every move. Leaving its home in the cloud to stop by and deliver my brother to the mother earth. It is as my mother’s dream before she bore my baby youngest brother. He was left there with a message that he is just dropped on this earth to visit. Most importantly, he is not my mom’s.
Now he is growing, and it is more frequent for me to quarrelling. Easy as it may be taken, myth will fix your attitude easily, remind you that some principals are there to be the basic guidance of your life. I love my brother more while I am reminded of this myth, that he will not be here forever. Such silliness in the midst of the soul and mind awakening. Moreover when a friend of mine just lost his two younger sisters at a time.
Now he is growing, and it is more frequent for me to quarrelling. Easy as it may be taken, myth will fix your attitude easily, remind you that some principals are there to be the basic guidance of your life. I love my brother more while I am reminded of this myth, that he will not be here forever. Such silliness in the midst of the soul and mind awakening. Moreover when a friend of mine just lost his two younger sisters at a time.
Monday, January 29, 2007
she
she is the one who can rip through the layers on my body
fix it through my eyes, the real thing i wanna see
concealing the make ups
melting the shading
cut my happy smile hardly
as Black Dahlia lying down blindly
put the haze into tears
that burst and gulp my face into fears
fearing myself that i am not myself
not that I am not in decay
but that I am going through the process
to what I may
fix it through my eyes, the real thing i wanna see
concealing the make ups
melting the shading
cut my happy smile hardly
as Black Dahlia lying down blindly
put the haze into tears
that burst and gulp my face into fears
fearing myself that i am not myself
not that I am not in decay
but that I am going through the process
to what I may
Friday, December 29, 2006
ahem...capitalism
Through the flow with the same rhythm
Neglecting that your soul is in mayhem
Connecting yourself with the same tandem
Until you are no longer seen,
Drown in a culminating salem.
(for a system called capitalism...)
-december 12th 2006, in a suck capitalist-large communication company building with its money-craving seminar-
Neglecting that your soul is in mayhem
Connecting yourself with the same tandem
Until you are no longer seen,
Drown in a culminating salem.
(for a system called capitalism...)
-december 12th 2006, in a suck capitalist-large communication company building with its money-craving seminar-
Thursday, December 21, 2006
paris hilton
...is not a guilty pleasure. nor are britney, agnes, lindsay, as such. the real guilty pleasure right now should be Bunga Citra Lestari dengan Sunny-nya.
Aduh, gimana ya...video klip nya segar sekali, the most matching video clip of the year deh. huahaha. Matching sama lagunya. kan lagunya sok-sok Bic Runga gitu, breezy, seaakan ada desiran angin australia nya (kalo Bunga, mungkin angin puncak). Video klip nya Bunga pas banget gak seh warnanya, deep glossy purple (love the big couch!), biru muda, mint green, trus ada berbagai buah-buahan. Trus, i feel more guilty...saat gw perhatiin, teknik nyanyinya juga lumayan susah. (iya nggak sih???). the only norak element of the song should be the title. haduh...Sunny...halah. aniwey,
mati deh gw.
Aduh, gimana ya...video klip nya segar sekali, the most matching video clip of the year deh. huahaha. Matching sama lagunya. kan lagunya sok-sok Bic Runga gitu, breezy, seaakan ada desiran angin australia nya (kalo Bunga, mungkin angin puncak). Video klip nya Bunga pas banget gak seh warnanya, deep glossy purple (love the big couch!), biru muda, mint green, trus ada berbagai buah-buahan. Trus, i feel more guilty...saat gw perhatiin, teknik nyanyinya juga lumayan susah. (iya nggak sih???). the only norak element of the song should be the title. haduh...Sunny...halah. aniwey,
mati deh gw.
from the jakarta height
He opened the door on the Jakarta Height
And he put the lights dimly
Then the icon from his metallic apple PC turned on
And he put jazzy tunes on the player shone by the city lights
And he sang along,
when the third disc played some slow songs.
then he took a white cigarette,
the first one in that day, he said
and he wrote on
and he sang along
and she stunned, dissolved.
--what a perfect night—
And he put the lights dimly
Then the icon from his metallic apple PC turned on
And he put jazzy tunes on the player shone by the city lights
And he sang along,
when the third disc played some slow songs.
then he took a white cigarette,
the first one in that day, he said
and he wrote on
and he sang along
and she stunned, dissolved.
--what a perfect night—
Saturday, December 16, 2006
...
even the slightest dream on my grasp i can't hold it in my warm hands.
even the lights never even shine the damp.
mine, everything sinister.
drop me black.
into my own mind.
replying all the events this year.
why I deserved some and not deserved more than.
*on the lowest point of my life*
Dec 10th 2006
even the lights never even shine the damp.
mine, everything sinister.
drop me black.
into my own mind.
replying all the events this year.
why I deserved some and not deserved more than.
*on the lowest point of my life*
Dec 10th 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
dashing dream
Seeing dreams dashing away
Not easy to say come what may
Since the fortitude are not to convey
And how I abhor those with different say
And I’ll be here to stay
On this year Christmas day
Until come the next remedy May
Fly on the compastela as I may
Not easy to say come what may
Since the fortitude are not to convey
And how I abhor those with different say
And I’ll be here to stay
On this year Christmas day
Until come the next remedy May
Fly on the compastela as I may
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
a.m./p.m.
9 p.m. I missed Oprah hearted fully. I saw a night breaking news which showed Oprah doing speech on the going to be opened Martin Luther King Memorial Center. Bush also baptized the place, to gain some of his popularity back after the mid election, perhaps.
8 a.m. An ordinary guy clapped his hands twice while squatting fastly, moved towards KOMDAK bridge. In a flick of fingers, those tired eyes and cramped hands cleaned over the well-arranged cheap stuff. Rp.5.000,00 belt, glasses, pirated DVD’s, to the five star-marked slippers. The hands’ owners were not filthy in fashion or in a dependent mood that you’ll see on beggars. They looked like old retired fathers and mothers, with well-worn shirt and cotton pants, with nice belt and glasses. Trying to bring more bread home. The ordinary guy clapping was their sign to rushly pack up their product, or else, the navy blue uniformed people will notch them down.
11. a.m. A first world country expatriate yelled to his PR, that he won’t come to the Idul Fitri party, and told her to call him just at the time she needed him to give a speech.
4.15. p.m. Worried over my reproduction organ’s safety. For the first time, I sat on a Mayasari Bakti carpeted machine beside the driver. I promise I won’t get my organ heated by anymore. I remembered my mom’s myth: no ojek hiking, it’ll dry my ovaries up. Of course, I’ll check google.
11.30 a.m. I loved my batik skirt. It went perfectly with the luncheon
6 p.m. “I fell for nice guys,” that’s what Miranda said on a sleepover two weeks ago. And I agree now. Nice, amiable guys.
8 a.m. An ordinary guy clapped his hands twice while squatting fastly, moved towards KOMDAK bridge. In a flick of fingers, those tired eyes and cramped hands cleaned over the well-arranged cheap stuff. Rp.5.000,00 belt, glasses, pirated DVD’s, to the five star-marked slippers. The hands’ owners were not filthy in fashion or in a dependent mood that you’ll see on beggars. They looked like old retired fathers and mothers, with well-worn shirt and cotton pants, with nice belt and glasses. Trying to bring more bread home. The ordinary guy clapping was their sign to rushly pack up their product, or else, the navy blue uniformed people will notch them down.
11. a.m. A first world country expatriate yelled to his PR, that he won’t come to the Idul Fitri party, and told her to call him just at the time she needed him to give a speech.
4.15. p.m. Worried over my reproduction organ’s safety. For the first time, I sat on a Mayasari Bakti carpeted machine beside the driver. I promise I won’t get my organ heated by anymore. I remembered my mom’s myth: no ojek hiking, it’ll dry my ovaries up. Of course, I’ll check google.
11.30 a.m. I loved my batik skirt. It went perfectly with the luncheon
6 p.m. “I fell for nice guys,” that’s what Miranda said on a sleepover two weeks ago. And I agree now. Nice, amiable guys.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
a catalyst
A catalyst is someone who is touching your most sensitive
The person heralding a non-significant beautiful manner
Pressing your alarm, burgeoning your production
Of imaginations, words,
Poems, stories,
Tears, metaphors,
Associations,
Future,
features
Giving facts to serendipities,
Befriend the competitors,
Praise the competitors,
Automatic well-mannerism,
Sad hoping flirtatious smile,
Canny soften voice
The sweetest masochism
Without realizing
It’s you who empower yourself
And the person is just a catalyst.
The person heralding a non-significant beautiful manner
Pressing your alarm, burgeoning your production
Of imaginations, words,
Poems, stories,
Tears, metaphors,
Associations,
Future,
features
Giving facts to serendipities,
Befriend the competitors,
Praise the competitors,
Automatic well-mannerism,
Sad hoping flirtatious smile,
Canny soften voice
The sweetest masochism
Without realizing
It’s you who empower yourself
And the person is just a catalyst.
1940
The red car with 19 cap is a public transportation for Kampung Rambutan to Depok route. The othr one, 40, is a brown-orange painted mini van serving the Kampung Rambutan to Pasar Rebo route. Both had been a prudential arena witnessing my fragility.
Fragility would mean a situation when an illuminating haze a remedy no more for reality. A phrase that breaks the hoping wall. Makes each dreg of reality bites you back. It ricochets. Letting the drips translate a real ambition that has been buried in a manner. From calm to calamities.
The process, quelling a warm water to flow, is the hardest one, since it takes at least two hours to get in to my destination. Two hours halting me from a liberating squall like what a baby does. That is the time when I’m surrounded with people whose face I will suspected. Each time one comes and takes a seat, I will tighten my purse. Pungent smell of people who just come back from a market, with wet vegetables and fish smell on their shirt. Shirt on their black black skin from the swelting sun and rare scrubbing. People with tired eyes. Eyes that glimmer their family, and perhaps, their several wives. I believe, they were happy on their wedding day, though. Now, it’s all the art of surviving for them, not an art of sufficing. On November, last year, this type of people was with me in 19 mikrolet. This October, they are with me in the 40. With me carrying my biggest melancholy of the year.
On its high speed way, I planned systematically things to be shared with a friend on the day after. Point per point analysis. I would spell out the bare truth. However, when for hours later I found myself doing my usual method; an elusive self healing, I am convinced, that is why I don’t like a downfall. It is because, practically, it is impossible to find a significant other half a t that time. Then, the lowest point will be a never ending cycle, giving a domino effect that I see won’t be good if I am not who I am now. It might be the lowest point, and without me.
P.S: despite the late night mysterious shootings these months, thank you for the 1940 people who didn’t kill, rape, or rob me (yet) although I’m a frequent midnight rider that should be easy to be watched and anticipated as a target.
Fragility would mean a situation when an illuminating haze a remedy no more for reality. A phrase that breaks the hoping wall. Makes each dreg of reality bites you back. It ricochets. Letting the drips translate a real ambition that has been buried in a manner. From calm to calamities.
The process, quelling a warm water to flow, is the hardest one, since it takes at least two hours to get in to my destination. Two hours halting me from a liberating squall like what a baby does. That is the time when I’m surrounded with people whose face I will suspected. Each time one comes and takes a seat, I will tighten my purse. Pungent smell of people who just come back from a market, with wet vegetables and fish smell on their shirt. Shirt on their black black skin from the swelting sun and rare scrubbing. People with tired eyes. Eyes that glimmer their family, and perhaps, their several wives. I believe, they were happy on their wedding day, though. Now, it’s all the art of surviving for them, not an art of sufficing. On November, last year, this type of people was with me in 19 mikrolet. This October, they are with me in the 40. With me carrying my biggest melancholy of the year.
On its high speed way, I planned systematically things to be shared with a friend on the day after. Point per point analysis. I would spell out the bare truth. However, when for hours later I found myself doing my usual method; an elusive self healing, I am convinced, that is why I don’t like a downfall. It is because, practically, it is impossible to find a significant other half a t that time. Then, the lowest point will be a never ending cycle, giving a domino effect that I see won’t be good if I am not who I am now. It might be the lowest point, and without me.
P.S: despite the late night mysterious shootings these months, thank you for the 1940 people who didn’t kill, rape, or rob me (yet) although I’m a frequent midnight rider that should be easy to be watched and anticipated as a target.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
blessing on the periphery
November 2005 was the lull line that dropping each endeavor to flirt. However, it doesn’t affect me that much. All of the non-esthatic experience was not a problem. I enjoyed my monday listening to Jack Johnson , Zach Gill and his Animal Liberation Orchestra singing this song:
I come over early in the morning
I'm like a heat wave without warning
And when I touch you my heart begins to flutter
You're smooth and creamy like peanut butter
Girl, I wanna lay you down
I'm gonna flood you like a love river
Ah baby, the postman is about to deliver
I'll cook you up some dinner, a little pasta
Listen to some music, a little rasta
So turn out the lights, bring out the candles
Wrap your arms around my love handles
They say that passion may not always endure
But this feeling that I have for you is burning up my world
Usually, I don’t put someone else’s lyrics on my blog. But I can’t resist this one. So good when you sang it, babe :)
I come over early in the morning
I'm like a heat wave without warning
And when I touch you my heart begins to flutter
You're smooth and creamy like peanut butter
Girl, I wanna lay you down
I'm gonna flood you like a love river
Ah baby, the postman is about to deliver
I'll cook you up some dinner, a little pasta
Listen to some music, a little rasta
So turn out the lights, bring out the candles
Wrap your arms around my love handles
They say that passion may not always endure
But this feeling that I have for you is burning up my world
Usually, I don’t put someone else’s lyrics on my blog. But I can’t resist this one. So good when you sang it, babe :)
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
esta llueva en las ramblas
The opera that once stood Maria Callas, the lover of Onassis, was in front of us. The gleam light from its front doors reflected on my opera mousse cake glass. It had a perfect combination of white chocolate on its top and thick bitter dark chocolate at the bottom. Surrounded by ancient posters of Aida as such, a diminutive servant came over, trying some mixture of languages.
It had to be started with, “Ni hao?”, since all tourism cellars in Barcelona have always thought that all Asians must be Chinese.
Then, he turned into, “Good night,”
In the end, “Te gusta Barcelona?”
“Si, a mi me gusto mucho,” I replied. Then, a gush of Spanish sentences spelled out unthrottledly from his beatific face. He looked like James Bond’s rival stereotype, only with nicer, sincere gesture, since he was a servant. For this nice behavior, he got some largesse from us, the poor ‘backpackers’.
After that, we strolled over. On the left and the right of the street, which name derived from an African word, stood up stalls of tapas and bodillas, incessantly followed by some show girl stalls, something unaberrant. The rain was still dripping on the starting to be closed stores except for some marquees. The marquees were some ancient buildings with a narrow street in between them. From the grayish building ornated with gargoyles, girls with mini skirt, stocking, and boots passed by in that glacial night, offering some warmth to male passer-byes. Las mujeres vigorosas. Ay, nosotros tambien.
It was the betwitxt Saturday-Sunday night, around 12 p.m, not the latest night for Jakartan girls, but late enough for this southern region of Spain. Then, we went back to our room, switched the light on, and the American boys suddenly slapped the doors, since we had woken them up at late night. I didn’t know whether it’s the combination of anti- orient behavior and disturbed feeling of mama boys, or just the last one.
It had to be started with, “Ni hao?”, since all tourism cellars in Barcelona have always thought that all Asians must be Chinese.
Then, he turned into, “Good night,”
In the end, “Te gusta Barcelona?”
“Si, a mi me gusto mucho,” I replied. Then, a gush of Spanish sentences spelled out unthrottledly from his beatific face. He looked like James Bond’s rival stereotype, only with nicer, sincere gesture, since he was a servant. For this nice behavior, he got some largesse from us, the poor ‘backpackers’.
After that, we strolled over. On the left and the right of the street, which name derived from an African word, stood up stalls of tapas and bodillas, incessantly followed by some show girl stalls, something unaberrant. The rain was still dripping on the starting to be closed stores except for some marquees. The marquees were some ancient buildings with a narrow street in between them. From the grayish building ornated with gargoyles, girls with mini skirt, stocking, and boots passed by in that glacial night, offering some warmth to male passer-byes. Las mujeres vigorosas. Ay, nosotros tambien.
It was the betwitxt Saturday-Sunday night, around 12 p.m, not the latest night for Jakartan girls, but late enough for this southern region of Spain. Then, we went back to our room, switched the light on, and the American boys suddenly slapped the doors, since we had woken them up at late night. I didn’t know whether it’s the combination of anti- orient behavior and disturbed feeling of mama boys, or just the last one.
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