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.
Monday, July 21, 2008
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. =)
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