tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938068468341423912024-03-05T12:09:23.977+07:00Lou's CircleIt's full of me. My opinions, my stories, my experience, my oh my...Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09166401944541243042noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493806846834142391.post-28681900432546197062012-05-18T14:46:00.002+07:002012-05-18T14:46:25.284+07:00About Writing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I haven't been writing for quite some time. It is not cause I don't have anything to share. It's just something that I really want to work on. See, writing is actually fun. I like writing as much as I like salt in my food. It determines the "taste". I have some stories related to work, friendship and even movie reviews that I would like to share with people. I start wondering why</span>. Why am I so NOT productive? I used to write a lot back in the school year. Spent the time thinking of nothing but plots. I even wrote a short story during Anthropology class with my partner in crime... LOL</div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Things change. I DO change. I know that, but somehow, it's the writer in me that really wants to exist. Ah well, what I'm writing here is a piece of crap. So, see you when I'm in a better mood, hahahaha</span></div>Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09166401944541243042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493806846834142391.post-90493770261278643252011-12-29T08:10:00.000+07:002011-12-29T08:10:30.586+07:00Things Can Turn Out Just Fine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Hiya bloggers! Wonder why i'm soooo not reluctant to post? Well, it's because of the free internet and computer here in the backpacker hotel, or should i just say hostel? Anyway, remember how i ended up here? Wait, ended up, that doesn't sound great, does it? </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Okay, lemme refresh your memory (</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">hey, you didn't read my previous posts??? Get out of here and read them! Then you can continue reading this one >:( </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">) about how i felt before starting this so-called life adventure. I already thought that i wouldn't enjoy it. Then about the bumpy ride, and before that, the delay. Well, As my updates on social networks 'said', i 'told' everybody that i met 2 new friends.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I didn't expect that to happen because i just think that i should enjoy my time here ALONE. I mean, i'm a people person, but sometimes i enjoy being in 'solitary life'. Hehehehe</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My new friends are Mika, from Japan, and Jelena, from Serbia. We share the same room. We didn't have the chance to meet because the night i arrived, they were not around, so they didn't know my existence til the next morning.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Now, i really wish i had my netbook with me so i can tell you the story with some pictures to see. Ah, i'll do it later, then. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Anyway, these two girls have their own stories. Mika was going to live here and work, but she decided to go back to Japan to be close to her family. She has this HUGE suitcase and some stuff she bought. I wonder how she can manage to put all the stuff back, or how she carries them later. See, she's such a small and cute gal, you know, Japanese cute and small gal like those in a comic book! Mika, if you read this, i mean well, okay... Don't be mad...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Then, there's Jelena. Her name reminds me of those BELIEBERS that call Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez a cute couple! Um, Jelena if you read this, please forgive me, i'm just, you know, a funny person that can't live without thinking what i think is funny. (</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ok, now you're lost! LOL</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">) She's going to KL because her friends are already there, but she's waiting for her visa. She didn't know that the office was closed last time, as this is holiday season. But, anyway, she said that i was the only person in this building to say that "<b>I like KL!</b>" I was like, WHAT?! I mean, no offence Malaysians (in case you read this), though your country (</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">or your government, or your people</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">) sometimes gets on my nerve, but i do like KL! Then when Jelena asked me why i like KL, then the answer was just as easy as saying, "BECAUSE THEY SELL THE CHEAPER CHOCOLATEs THAN THE ONEs IN MY COUNTRY!" Um, i didn't shout when i said this, really...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well, things can turn out just fine even when you think they won't. Because until today, i don't know what's coming to me. Yesterday, i had fun with my new-found friends. We walked a lot. Going round the Arab Street and trying to get Arabian taste of food and ending up having some Indian food! That was weird, but um, who cares? Just enjoy it! </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Actually there are many things i'd like to share here. But lemme save them for later. Because this is not about the trip yet. This is more like a 'reflection', hehehehe... Sometimes i need to have a self-reflection of what i think of things. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Here i am writing this blog in another country! LOL! Well, lemme tell ya how difficult it is to open my blog from here...</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Remember my story about how upset i was in my previous post? Don't remember? Ah, that's too bad...</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Okay, so here how i ended up here...</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I arrived at the terminal 3 of Soetta International Airport at about 2 pm yesterday. I checked in, paid the tax and booked the baggage for the flight back. It was also my first time in terminal 3, so i looked like i was stupid, or was i? I was "entertained" by this <i>"smoking kills"</i> room! Ahahahaha, for you who have been so many times to terminal 3 can laugh your ass off!!!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Then, the flight was delayed! Dang! I was like, WHAT?! I'm gonna arrive later then, which means, NIGHT FLIGHT?! Never been on a night flight before. And... i was freaked aout by the idea. Um, not to mention, i didn't get the <i>"look-out-to-the-window"</i> seat which again, scare the hell out of me! So, i was praying, "Oh dear God, please help me..."</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Okay, the flight? Um, it was... bumpy BABY! Yeah, great, ain't it? Hey, i'm not being sarcastic here!!!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Long story short, i landed safely in Singapore. Hehehe, haven't mentioned it yet, no?</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The cabin leader was a male (i think senior) flight attendant. He was so funny. When he announced to the passengers to have their gadget switched off, his exact words were: "Please switch off your electronic devices such as mobile phones, mp3 players, blackberry, iPhone, iPad, iPod, and other 'i', thank you." The whole cabin laughed. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Then, as soon as i landed, i passed the immigration, then got into a cab. The driver was nice. He "helped" me got into this backpacker hotel: The Little Red Dot by calling the place. See, it is forbidden to make a phone call while driving. Wonder why he called? Well, it was because Lavender Street, the location of this backpacker hotel, is a loooonnnggg street and he never heard of the name. Yeah, it's because the hotel is new! Then, i realized that my phone didn't work. Stupid! Stupid provider! Back home, i registered the blackberry roaming, but... dang! It didn't work. IT ISN'T working as we speak... (Um, who's speaking?) I might buy a local number later...</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Then, i am so LUCKY that i got this computer to post this. See, the internet access is free! Free computers and wifi! I don't have my netbook with me, but still, i can use this free facility! Even so, i found difficulties getting into my accounts! I had to answers some questions first since the Web God knows that i'm accessing them from a different country. </span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Okay, actually i don't know what my agenda is... Anyway, i have longer time here, so i just wanna be Lou the Explorer!!! </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Okay, thanks for reading this crappy thing... You just wasted some of your time. May God forgive you! LOL</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This Christmas holiday, i kinda hope to jump on an adventure with my close friend, Iceh, or shall we call her Icha in real world! (Um, that depends on what kind of world you're living in...)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">We planned the trip (or shall we call it our have-fun-go-mad time) since a few months ago. Yea, it's only traveling to Singapore, and nowadays, people say, "Who hasn't been there? Everybody has. So what's the big deal of going there?" It's not the destination that matters, it's more to the timing and the guy next to you... or girl, hehehehe</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I was so brokenhearted knowing that Icha cannot join me in this so-called holiday.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Not because she is my best friend or what, um... that too probably..., but it because of my ruined plans and sudden-dropped expectations. I was sorta hoping that i'll have the book hunting as we both are geeky bookworms, and have the exploration together. (Maybe i should ask Dora to join me)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">As the tickets were economy promo, they're non-refundable. Though Icha said that she was okay with that, there's a part of me that feels slightly guilty. Last time, well, this April actually, we were supposed to go to Singapore. But, another but here, it was "doomed" because the friggin' airlines went collapsed and we, until now, haven't got our money back. DUH! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">There are so many plans of mine that just go poof!!! I do feel "guilty and bad" and sad as well...</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I hope i can go on my trip safely and of course i wish there will be some more trips with my close friends!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have been lazy to do it, so i guess i can just sit back and enjoy my not-so-famous life :) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Okay, judging by the title you would probably wonder why i'm posting this, or not... LOL</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Q3ZkZB8P5cWAOA0iuDa3QKt-PH_GUMH_025eBq_GPoS9fuGYSauANrrM3lBwWEGEwJcQA8BlFxQfs6YHoiZe1lKz9nYSchBR5Szya6TS03be-PygtAg298bt7NzFqjFPrTw-OLmpY7k/s1600/Korean+flag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Q3ZkZB8P5cWAOA0iuDa3QKt-PH_GUMH_025eBq_GPoS9fuGYSauANrrM3lBwWEGEwJcQA8BlFxQfs6YHoiZe1lKz9nYSchBR5Szya6TS03be-PygtAg298bt7NzFqjFPrTw-OLmpY7k/s1600/Korean+flag.jpg" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well, it started simply. I don't know why i don't like anything connected to Korea. Yup! While some gals are crazy about K-Pop, K-drama, and those what they call cute actors, well for me they're just a bunch of stuff i could slightly care about. I don't even like Korean food, in this case, <u><i>kimchi</i></u>. Well, you know (<i>you probably don't know</i>) that i LOVE food, as much as Joey Tribbiani does. Hahahaha</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Oh-kay... as i might have mentioned earlier in the previous posts, i work as a freelance EFL instructor. And recently, as in November, i joined an institution where i work as a private tutor. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I found out that i had a Korean student. He's an adult, expecting a conversation class. When i knew that my student is a Korean, i said, "Um, i'm not so excited about this. I mean, i don't like Koreans." Then my supervisor asked, "Why? What's wrong?" I just shrugged, matter-of-factly, "Nothing's wrong with them. I don't even know why i don't like them."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Honestly, they kinda clouded my judgement, so i had this prejudice. I was so negative about this not-yet-known student. I mean, i cannot help myself being so <i>suudzon</i>, can I?</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I thought that this guy, this Korean guy would be annoying. I wouldn't enjoy the sessions and bla bla bla! Well, it turned out that he really is a nice guy. His name is Choi M_n S___k. I bet you will find so many Chois out there in Korea. Hahahahaha... It really is hard to pronounce his name. I mean, CHOI is not CHOI. It sounds like Che <b><i>(as in Che Guevara)</i></b> but you say it with your mouth forming an O sound. Go ahead, try it. He just graduated from university double major in Marine Biology <b><i>(OMG! I would kill to study that!!!)</i></b> and Logistics. He stays here for only 4 to 5 months because he misses his family back in Korea. He can speak English quite well, though sometimes his pronunciation is sooo confusing! X_x</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Choi told me many stories about Korea. Including the relationships with North Korea and Japan. I pretty much got the idea that Korea was in a bad condition before the independence. Even after the independence, there was a war. Korean War of course. He said that the soldiers from Indonesia came to help. And i told him that was because at that time, Indonesia had a very solid and tough military. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Talking about military, he said that all men in Korea must serve for 2 years as they hit 21. Well, 21 in Korea is 19 in Indonesia, as they count the pregnancy as 1 year, then 3 months after the baby born, it is counted as another year. So, Choi is 27 in Korea and 25 in Indonesia. Well probably in "International Age". (Is there such thing?)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Choi told me that the first thing the Army "teach" is: The first enemy is North Korea. So all men need to be prepared for the war. He said that North Korean Army must serve the country for 10 years when they hit 19, which means 17 here...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And about SAMSUNG, Koreans pronounce it SAM and SUNG here is a bit complicated. It's like saying SUNG with your mouth forming SONG. Hehehehe...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">All i'm saying here is, being negative really blocks your mind. You probably have less interest in something that may be really interesting. Come on, people, there could be a lesson from everything you do. I really am sorry for being so judgemental about this Korean thingy. Anw, that's it and that's all.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Kamis menjelang siang, kami yang sudah selesai dengan tugas menunggu waktu makan siang. Nggak tau gimana, di ruang itu adalah gw, Inang (salah satu tetua), Eva, dan Pak Fajar (tetua juga, hehehehehe). Obrolan kami juga nggak jelas mulainya dari mana. Tapi yang jelas, tiba-tiba mengarah ke perbedaan lelaki dan perempuan. Mulailah si Inang yang memberi gw petuah.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Inang: Entar kalo lo merid, jangan lupa kalo beli rumah atau apapun atas nama lo.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gw: Kenapa gitu, Nang?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Eva: Eh iya tau, gw aja gitu. (lalu mulailah perbincangan itu...)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Inang: Ini rahasia para wanita ya. Eh ada si Fajar! (padahal emang dari tadi dia <i>ngejogrok</i> di situ)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Fajar: Udah nggak pa-pa, terusin. Kalian ini emang ya para wanita, licik. Kami para pria selalu lurus!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Inang & Eva: Ya iya lahhhh lurus, kalo nggak lurus nggak enak lah (kode! kode! kode!) >>>> kalo nggak ngerti, tanya ama yang ngerti yah, males gw jelasinnya.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Fajar: Bukan lurus itu yang saya maksud....</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gw: Terus lurus apa? (sementara Inang dan Eva masih cekakak cekikik)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Fajar: Pria itu selalu punya tujuan. Dan untuk mencapai tujuan itu, dia nggak akan ngeliat apapun. Dia fokus pada tujuannya. (tangannya kayak petugas kabin lagi nujukin pintu darurat)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Fajar: Jadi, pria itu kalau sudah menikah, dia akan berusaha semampunya untuk mencari uang demi kebahagiaan istri dan anaknya. Nah, kalo tujuannya udah tercapai, dalam arti dia sudah mapan, barulah dia mencari tujuan lain. Misalnya poligami...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Fajar: Maksudnya, karena ukuran sukses dan berhasilnya seorang pria kan dari hartanya. Bisa nggak dia ngasih istri dan anaknya apa yg diperlukan. Begitu itu udah terpenuhi, rasanya dia ingin "membahagiakan" orang lain.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Inang: Ya, rata-rata emang begitu sih...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Fajar: Nggak semua pria kayak gitu, tapi biasanya, it's about power. Berarti kalo dia bisa "berhasil" untuk kedua kalinya, atau ketiga, itu berarti pria itu powerful. Dan di mata sesama pria, dia juga ada di posisi atas, "Wah hebat" kayak gitu. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gw: Tapi kenapa juga dia harus ngerasa mau "membahagiakan" orang lain. Tau dari mana istri pertama dan anak-anaknya bahagia kalo dia mau "berbagi"?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Fajar: Nah, itu kan karena pilihan. Kalo emang si istri pertama nggak mau dan udah nggak bahagia, ya udah.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Fajar: Nah, pria yang pikirannya beres, biasanya nggak bakal mempersoalkan rumah, mobil atau apapun itu atas nama siapa. Karena kalo seumpama hal kayak gitu terjadi, cerai dan sebagainya, dia nggak peduli. Mau itu rumah diambil. Terserah. Kami nggak ngumpulin barang, itu biasanya cewek.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gw: Kalo cowok yang ngatur, misalnya rumah nama lo tapi mobil nama gw, itu gimana? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Fajar: Ah itu mah banci. Kan aturannya udah jelas. Nyari duit buat istri dan anak. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gw: Terus kalo udah kagak kaya, eh maen perempuan. Pake poligami, padahal nggak bisa ngasih makan...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Fajar: Itu lebih parah, mau enaknya aja. Kan tujuan utamanya harus tercapai dulu baru bisa liat sana-sini...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gw: Jadi intinya, kalo pria mapan, "wajar" ya kepikiran mau poligami?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Fajar: Iya. Harus mapan dulu. Tapi bukan berarti setiap pria mapan pingin poligami ya...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Eva: That's what MEN are like. Tapi nggak semua kan ya, pak???</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">fajar: Iyaaaa... tenang aja...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gw memang nggak tau apa-apa tentang pernikahan dan sebagainya. Punya teman yang udah pada merid pun nggak jaminan gw punya "bekal" yang cukup buat menghadapinya nanti. Cuma, gw sangat menghargai pendapat. Setidaknya gw bisa tau dari sisi lain. Soal "alasan kenapa pria 'memilih' poligami" mungkin bukan seratus persen akurat, meskipun teman gw menyatakan pendapatnya yang mewakili para pria di luar sana. Logikanya, mana ada wanita yang rela dipoligami, kalau pun ada itu pasti setelah berpikir, bukan "bercita-cita" mengharap hal itu akan terjadi. Lalu soal pria yang memang ingin poligami, bisa jadi alasan pertamanya karena nafsu, tapi sekali lagi, nggak ada yang pernah tau.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gw dan beberapa teman gw, baik cowok maupun cewek, pernah saling debat. Kaum cewek enyatakan: semua cowok ujung-ujungnya pasti poligami. Ceweknya yang harus "pintar-pintar" menjauhkan hal itu dari cowok. Teman-teman cowok gw bilang: eh sori ya, kami nggak kayak gitu (ada yang sudah nikah dan masih singel) itu sih oknum aja...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Lalu, kalo gw rangkai semuanya, bisa jadi, beberapa temen cowok gw belum matang secara usia, dan belum "mapan". Jadi mungkin kepikiran soal poligami ya... nggak lah! Dan, gw rasa yang namanya hormon cowok, testosteron itu pasti seneng sama kompetisi dan kemenangan. Itu alamiah banget! Mungkin di dalam jiwa para lelaki pasti ada lah saat-saat mereka merasa ingin bisa membahagiakan wanitanya. Dan dengan demikian, mereka merasa "menang" dan "hebat". Makanya, mungkin juga beberapa pria nggak mau wanitanya "lebih", hehehehehe...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Seperti yang kalian para muggle tahu, bahwa di negara kita, pernah terjadi "isu meresahkan" mengenai film Hollywood. Saya sempat berniat pergi ke negeri singa demi menonton film ini. Untungnya saya tidak punya uang, jadi saya batalkan! Kalau tidak, saya nggak bakal menontonnya di negeri ini! #inipentingkarena</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Lalu, saat "semuanya baik-baik saja" saya mendapat tawaran untuk menonton film ini dari teman saya, Mbak Lucky, yang memang seorang baik hati yang rela meluangkan waktunya untuk memesankan tiket. Saya dan teman saya Icha, yang juga gemar menulis tinjauan film, tentunya sangat senang mendengar hal ini. Adiknya teman saya, sebut saja namanya Dilla, karena memang itu namanya, pun ingin menonton. Jadilah saya memesan 3 tiket pada Mbak Lucky nan baik hati. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Hari yang dinanti tiba, kami pun tiba di tempat pemutaran film. Meski ada beberapa kejadian yang sebenarnya ingin saya ceritakan, saya putuskan untuk menyimpannya saja. Kami masuk ke studio blitzmegaplex dan menikmati trailer film-film yang akan datang. Daaannnn... mulailah film tersebut. Awalnya, saya sempat terkejut melihat makam Dobby. Kenapa? Di film bagian pertama, tidak ada tulisan "Here lies Dobby, a free elf" dan saya kesal bukan main sampai-sampai saya tulis di postingan tinjauan film saya. Entah karena David Yates membaca postingan saya #sumpelogeeramat atau memang karena beberapa kru sadar ada yang kurang pada properti mereka #inilebihmasukakal, sehingga tulisan itu terpatri di makam Dobby...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tinjauan ini dibuat oleh seorang amatir yang nyinyir dan suka nyengir, kalo nggak suka silakan minggir dan menyingkir! Kalau suka, kapan-kapan boleh mampir!!!</span><br />
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Last week, exactly on a Saturday night, I was kinda sad. Not kinda, I really was sad. I missed someone dear to me. Don't start asking me who the person is, (who's asking anyway, duh!), the "sad" atmosphere seemed to follow my following "unfortunate" week. (Didn't I just sound a lil dramatic?!) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Still on a Saturday night last week, after trying so hard to cry, I wrote some mellow status on social networks. Stupid, yeah, whatever... Then just before midnight, some guy on my BBM contact changed his status. It was umm... not very important until my friend JJ wrote about it on Twitter. As our "connection" of wicked withces usually runs, some of the wicked withces had a conference and we laughed like there's no tomorrow. So then, i woke up "happily" the next morning. Hahahaha... Am I bipolar or what?!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It's a young lil fella called a cat! He looks like my late cat, Submarine "Sasab" Jones! Orange-yellowish fur, long tail, awww I fell in love that very fateful second! My friends said it's a nobody's cat which has become a regular visitor to their house. I asked them if I could adopt him (and name him Hideaki Takizawa...WTF?!) They were okay, in fact, they asked me to get a box and bring him home. But, I think it won't be fair for the cat to travel in such a way. So I texted my friend Eva if I could borrow her pet cargo. She promised to bring it the next day, she did, anyway. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But, here comes another "sad" part...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Once I got home from the office, I sent a BBM to one of my friends telling that I'm ready to pick the cat. You know what, she said that the cat was not there anymore because someone already "sent" him away. Feeling devastated and brokenhearted, I wept like a baby. I was so sad i could not think of anything. I know now what it feels like when you think you almost had it, but you were never even close... I was sad till the next days, Thursday and Friday.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But lucky me, I have some wonderful friends who were just in time to "cure" my sadness. When I wrote a status in my BBM, a friend who claims not-feel-disgusted-of-anything-you-do-because-i-know-you-too-long, said that "Sometimes, I feel happy to know that you are sad. Because I don't know why you're always happy. It's okay to be sad." That was what she said after... a long "lost" friend who was "lost" (LOL!) cheered me up. He did nothing actually, but what he said was really a good punch line!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And today, this blissful Saturday morning, I got surprisingly amazing news... My friend said that the cat came back. She promised to keep him. Hopefully, he'll still be there till Tuesday bacause I can pick him up on that day.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well, hope has become scary to me. I'm afraid that hope will disappoint me. So, i just "hope" that it won't. And anyway, I won't name him Hideaki Takizawa. Maybe it jinxed him, or maybe he knows that I would name him after a Japanese actor so he "went away". LOL!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So what's up? And WHAT the...... WHAT'S GOT INTO YOU? Probably you wanna ask why i wrote this blog with Aku dan Justin Bieber as the title... Ok, i want you to sit back and relax, fasten your seatbelts for it's gonna be a bumpy ride. Hahahahaha not funny. Duh... -_-'</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Justin Bieber... siapa yang nggak kenal bocah asal Kanada ini? Heh! Jangan dijawab, ini pertanyaan retoris... Gw mulai cerita aja ya... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Kisah bermula dari bulan Maret 2009, hihihihi thanks to my so-called photographic memory. Kadang-kadang gw suka inget hal-hal nggak penting gini... Waktu itu kira-kira beberapa bulan setelah "rajin" berkecimpung di dunia facebook, gw jadi makin rajin dan akrab ama internet... yah semacam jadi manusia yang beradab. <i>Bujug! Dulu gw kagak beradab yak! </i>Meski pada saat itu gw udah punya akun twitter, tetep aja nggak gw maenin. Lah, orang dulu gw bete banget ama jejaring sosial satu ini... Youtube juga lagi booming banget. Dan di situlah gw "kenal" ama bocah bertajuk (pertunjukan kaleee) Justin Bieber ini.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Setidaknya di sini dia nggak terlihat tengil dan bikin gw pengen #spank #spank (sounds kinky yeee)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Waktu itu, gw liat videonya di youtube. As you know, many people talk about the new talent in music. Yang waktu itu bikin gw tertarik adalah Usher. Lah? Kok gitu? Soalnya selain Craig David, (aaarrggghh Craig! Marry me!!!) Usher adalah penyanyi R&B yang gw suka (don't marry me, please, hehehehe). Gw penasaran ama apa yang Usher liat dari bocah ini.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ahem, waktu itu (masih tahun 2009 neh...) ada American Idol kan... AAARRGGGHHH ADAM LAMBERT!!! (astaga!!!)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Namun demikian, that didn't stop me from spotting Adam Lambert. Hehehehe... </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Lalu muncullah kabar tentang orientasi seksual si penyanyi yang kadang agak lebay ini... (bisa objektif juga kok gw!)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tapi itu tidak membuat gw lantas berpindah ke lain hati dari Bang Lambert. Iye kan, Bang? Ho-oh katanye...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Nah, pas gw mulai ngajar di sekolah ***, gw bertemulah dengan anak-anak pra abege yang udah abege banget gayanya. Bisa dibayangkan betapa cintanya mereka pada cowok berponi itu! (Untung nggak berpita! Wekekekek... #tawajelek). Gw sampe "melarang" mereka menggunakan frasa <u>Justin Bieber</u> atau <u>JB</u>. You know what they did? They changed it into Justin Gaga. "We're not talking about JB or Justin Bieber, Miss. We're talking about Justin Gaga..." they said with a smirk. Mampus gw! Daripada gw gila, gw diemin aja. Pikir gw, palingan bosen. Eh, yang ada mereka pengen perform pembukaan big project mereka dengan menari lagu Baby-nya si Justin ini. Gw, yang nggak tau lirik lagu ini ampe apal, meskipun kadang suka kebawa nyanyiin <i>"Oh baby, baby, baby, my baby, baby, wo qu bu neng shi zi ni..." </i>(Sindrom banci karaoke, mohon maklum!)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Terus cerita gw masih nyambung neh, hehehe...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gw akhirnya bisa nerima keadaan yang ada. Bahwa Justin Bieber exists. Kalo boleh gw pake Chuck Norris joke, "Justin Bieber still lives today because Chuck Norris allows him to. Just like God allows Satan to live." Jadi, meskipun dunia gw dipenuhi oleh Beliebers dan Bieberblast, i still survive. Hahaha... Sampaiiiiii......</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Suatu sore... di saat kita duduk di tepi pantai... </i>(Tuhan, saya terlalu suka karaoke, jangan hentikan saya... hehehehe) Suatu sore, terjadilah obrolan antara gw dan nyokap gw yang membawa gen aneh ke dalam diri gw. Begini percakapannya...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Nyokap: Kak,Kakak tuh cakep loh.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gw: (nyinyir) Halah paling Mama mau ngeledek... (Lima dari tiga pujian Emak gw selalu berakhir dengan ledekan!)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Nyokap: (serius) Ye... bener. Kayak penyanyi baru itu loh...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gw: (idung mekar) Siapa? (nada suara agak dingin biar cool) (dalem ati gw ngebayangin dibandingin ama pasangan duetnya Anang, biar gitu kan lumayan dibandingin ama penyanyi yang menurut emak gw cakep!)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Nyokap: Itu loh, penyanyi yang kemaren ada di tipi. Siapa tuh yang lagunya "Beibeh, beibeh oh..."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gw: (sibuk mencerna) (terdiam) (mikir) (muncullah sebuah wajah!!!)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gw: Ma! Itu kan...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Nyokap: (nyengir penuh kemenangan) Anak laki... Iye... (masih nyengir)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gw: Aaahhhh Mama jahat... (bayangin gw mukul bahu nyokap gw dengan gaya cewek-cewek di kartun Jepang!) (itu tidak terjadi saudara-saudara!)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Yang ada gw lari... dengan sok dramatis mau nangis... </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Di depan cermin gw nyari kemiripan dengan JB itu apa??? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Dulu temen gw pernah bilang suara gw yang gw rekan sambil karaokean mirip ama JB. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Temen: Suara lo mirip Justin ya...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gw: Berarti suara gw lumayan oke doooonnnggg</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Temen: Nggak, kayak suara cowok puber...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gw: (nimpuk)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Temen: AW! (kena! Horeeee!!!)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Nyokap gw juga sering bilang betapa nggak lady-like nya gw. Doi juga sering bilang kalo gw sebenernya mungkin cowok kagak jadi. Deeuuu, emak gw... Satu-satunya emak yang rela aja ngatain anaknya. Tapi, biarlah itu menjadi hiburan bagi emak gw dan temen-temen gw yang udah puas ngetawain cerita sedih gw pas disamain ama JB. Setidaknya beberapa orang di luar sana merasa lebih beruntung... Wehehehehe.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">~~~Jumpa lagi...~~~ jumpa Maisy di sini!!! (Ketauan anak jadul...)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Kali ini gw pengen nulis dengan bahasa sehari-hari. Boleh dooonnggg... hehehehehe</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Dari mana mulainya ya? Kayaknya harus dari awal... (aduh, logaringbangetseh #edisiababil)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sesuai dengan judul, gw mau nulis tentang pandangan gw di tahun 2010. Jujur aja, tahun ini seperti tahun-tahun sebelumnya, selalu penuh dengan kejutan. Syukurlah, gw termasuk orang yang beruntung, kehidupan gw nggak ngebosenin, selalu seru dan asyik-asyik aja, yah kayak gw lah... (sorakin, timpukin!!!!)</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Years came by, i passed my teenage, "arrived" in my early twenties, then to my mid twenties. Yes, i'm in my mid twenties and i feel so old. Ok, some of you might shout, "If you're <i>old, </i>what do you call me (anyone older who happens to read this post)? Ancient?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well, the feeling is not because i am literally <u>that</u> old. It's just because i thought i could've done more, made more, had more than whatever i've done, made and had so far. And yes, it's not that i'm not grateful. It's a moment when i realized that i let myself down because of my own expectation. I mean, who am i racing with? I don't even know why i'm like this. So, i made up my mind. I'm gonna write something that makes me feel mmm... slightly better, at least.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When my birthday came this Friday, i tried to reply the text messages, i responded to all wall posts and private messages in facebook. Yes, some of the people are friends of friends, and even random people who are friended via facebook. My point is, i'm not excited about birthday, so why bother thanking? Why did i care enough to do such a "nice" thing?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You know what, i think the wishes and prayers from the people did me GOOD. Well, <i>getting older is not something bad. It's something natural</i>. Ah! I know, you probably say, "Yeah, where have you been, girl?" And um, yes, i've been here and there, dreaming my dream. Or so i thought.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm a dreamer but i know i'm not the only one. So, don't blame me for having big dreams that i thought would've come true by the time i reached my mid twenties. Kay, enough said. I need to "make" myself feel comfortable with what i am, how i am, and of course who i am. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Cerita bermula dari hari Jumat, 18 Nopember 2010, di mana teman saya Monica menunjukkan saya sebuah kertas berisi jadwal pemutaran film Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 (selanjutnya saya sebut HP#7). Saat itu Monica sedang mencari Ayoe, partner setianya untuk Twilight Saga (maaf, nyamber dan nggak fokus). Saya tahu Monica dan Ayoe akan mengusahakan sekuat tenaga untuk menonton HP#7. So, me with my brilliantly wicked mind, asked her about their plan to watch it. Hehehe, i did take advantage of their madness. Now, you see how smart and mean i was. Hehehehe.. untungnya mereka orang baik yang mencintai saya (kebohongan besar!!!) sehingga saya dimasukkan ke rencana nonton bareng. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Masih terngiang dalam benak saya mengenai "tragedi" Harry Potter and the Order of Phoniex yang diakibatkan oleh sutradara David Yates dan kru. Saya rasa saat itu saya ingin menggantung Tuan Yates karena telah "mengebiri" film yang mestinya diisi oleh banyak sekali aksi, terutama aksi saat Fred dan George Weasley keluar dari Hogwarts. That scene should have been phenomenal! Instead, it wasn't even close. Like it wasn't even in the neighborhood! Duh!!! Seolah "kejahatan" Tuan Yates belum cukup buruk, film selanjutnya, Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince yang menurut saya masih tidak memuaskan, lagi-lagi sutradara ini membuat saya kesal dengan adegan yang esensinya tidak penting. Apalagi kalau bukan adegan ciuman antara Harry-Ginny. Kesalnya bukan karena saya penggemar berat Daniel Radcliffe. Adegan itu memang ada di buku, tapi pada saat yang tepat. Nah, "kejahatan" Tuan Yates (yang dulu saya sebut dengan Tuan Yikes, hehehe...) adalah membuat film ini seolah film remaja kacangan yang <i>nggak penting banget dewwhhh!</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Dengan pemikiran penuh curiga, saya menyiapkan diri untuk "mencaci-maki" film yang mungkin jadi film terakhir yang saya tunggu di tahun 2010 ini. But then, i almost couldn't find anything to mock here. Hey, what about the make-out scene i mentioned before?! Well, i thought Yates was trying to make this as a stupid-but-true scene just like what he did before. But he didn't. Thank God, he is not a Yikes to me anymore. Hehehe...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Saya suka dengan cara Tuan Yates menerjemahkan buku ke dalam film. Tentu saja saya yakin bahwa penulis naskahnya yang hebat, membuat film ini menarik tanpa memotong informasi yang perlu diketahui penonton yang bukan pembaca. Beberapa adegan dan dialog lucu terasa pas, tanpa efek lebay dan nggak perlu. Mengenai esensi adegan mesra Harry-Hermione, yang tadinya (karena belum lihat dan hanya membaca di koran internet) membuat saya kesal, justru menjadi kartu truf bagi adegan di mana Ron menghancurkan salah satu horcrux. Saya rasa Yates hanya ingin membangun karakter Ron dan menggunakan momen yang tepat untuk membuat betapa Ron berhasil melakukan sesuatu. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Mungkin ada sedikit yang kurang dari film ini, yakni ketika adegan penguburan Dobby. Yes, people, to refresh your memory, he was killed by Lestrange. The scene was good, um, no, it was great. I cried, see (which means my 3rd cry this month, such a baby i am...) when Dobby said, "It's a good place... to be with friends..." </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I loved the moment when Harry-Ron-Hermione were at Lovegood's. Hermione was reading the Three Brothers story, "...at twilight," and Ron cut, "Midnight. My Mom always says 'Midnight'." Then, she gave him <i><b>that</b></i> look and he said, "Twilight is good. (gulp) Twilight is better." Ahahahaha! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well, well done Warner Bros. You successfully made me give you credit this time, though, yes, people, i know my credit doesn't count.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Lou</span>Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09166401944541243042noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493806846834142391.post-86325156318025084632010-09-19T13:53:00.001+07:002010-09-19T17:30:39.927+07:00Sebuah Pernyataan Tanpa Pertanyaan<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;">Selama ini saya menulis dalam bahasa Inggris. Kali ini, izinkan saya menulis dalam bahasa Indonesia. Meskipun tidak jelas sebenarnya saya meminta izin pada siapa, tulisan ini saya buat semata-mata karena saya ingin mengungkapkan pendapat pribadi saya. Saya yang bukan siapa-siapa. Saya yang mungkin bodoh di mata beberapa orang. Saya yang sukar dinasehati dan terkadang terlalu idealis. Saya yang memiliki banyak keburukan. Tapi, ini adalah sebuah blog. Setiap orang berhak memberi opini, meski saya yakin opini ini akan bersinggungan dengan prinsip beberapa orang, termasuk Anda yang membaca tulisan sampah saya ini.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;">Saya, sedikit banyak (tidak konsisten, sedikit atau banyak sebenarnya), telah berubah. Baik dari cara berpikir maupun cara saya bergaul. Kalau Anda adalah penikmat tulisan saya (demi Tuhan, jika Anda memutuskan untuk tidak membaca kelanjutannya, saya sangat maklum), Anda mungkin tahu latar belakang keluarga saya dan gambaran masa kecil saya yang saya jelaskan di <i>post</i> sebelumnya. Jika Anda melewatinya, silahkan klik di sini: <a href="http://lou-in-circle.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-wish-you-could-but-you-just-cant.html">http://lou-in-circle.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-wish-you-could-but-you-just-cant.html</a> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;">Berangkat dari latar belakang saya, saya akan membeberkan pendapat saya. Ini juga merupakan pernyataan saya terhadap dunia (sadis juga...). Saya merasa saya dibesarkan di keluarga yang biasa-biasa saja. Dalam arti kata, bukan keluarga religius. Mama saya tidak pernah sekali pun tertarik ikut shalat Ied. Bukan berarti Mama saya tidak beribadah, tapi memang beliau tidak pernah beribadah shalat Ied. Mama saya memilih shalat di rumah daripada di masjid, karena menurutnya wanita lebih baik shalat di rumah, mengikuti ajaran Nabi. Jadi, saya menyimpulkan bahwa Mama saya adalah seorang hamba yang beribadah sesuai apa yang diyakininya. Almarhum Papa saya tidak bisa mengaji, tapi Papa saya sangat keras dalam urusan shalat. Berani meninggalkan shalat, berarti saya harus bersiap menerima hukuman darinya. Yang saya maksud di sini adalah, kedua orangtua saya mengajari saya sebaik yang mereka tahu. Itu saja. Soal implementasi dan refleksi diri di masyarakat (keren ya bahasa saya!) itu tergantung pada masing-masing individu, dalam hal ini, saya. Jadi, saya merasa jika ada seorang anak yang seumpamanya, <i>nyeleneh</i> atau memberontak dari semua ajaran orangtuanya (yang baik tentunya), tidaklah bijak jika kita "menilai" atau lebih buruk lagi menghakimi dengan: <u>Kenapa <i>sih</i> anak itu, <i>kan</i> orangtuanya <i>udah</i> haji. Itu anak <i>kok nggak</i> ada baik-baiknya <i>kayak</i> bapaknya yang ustad itu. Ibunya <i>sih</i> anggun <i>banget</i>, anaknya <i>kok kayak</i> laki-laki <i>gitu</i>.</u> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;">Maksud saya begini, rasanya sudah saatnya kita mengubah paradigma kita. Meski contoh yang saya sebutkan di atas masih terjadi di masyarakat, bukan berarti kita harus mengikuti <i>mainstream</i> (ini lebih keren disebut dalam bahasa Inggris, maaf ya bukan mau sok) yang ada. Perlu kekuatan dan keberanian untuk melawan arus dan membuat perbedaan. Nah, kalau dengar kalimat sebelumnya, Anda akan tahu betapa idealisnya saya. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;">Yang saya tulis di atas sebenarnya hanya pembukaan. Ya Tuhan, kapan tulisan ini selesai????? Tenang, kalau Anda bosan, Anda bisa menyeduh kopi atau teh dulu... Atau kalau Anda sudah kehilangan minat, silahkan tinggalkan blog ini. Tapi, sebenarnya saya berharap Anda menyelesaikan bacaan Anda.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;">Yang ingin saya sampaikan sebenarnya adalah betapa saya sangat membenci orang-orang yang merasa berhak menghakimi. Sebenarnya, dalam jiwa setiap orang, secara tidak sadar, karena hal ini sangat alamiah, kita memiliki kecenderungan "menilai" sesuatu. Itulah yang disebut sebagai pendapat, opini, tanggapan, <i>you name it. </i>Akan tetapi, beberapa orang dapat menahan diri untuk mengeluarkan pendapatnya setelah mereka "menganalisa" atau mencari tahu "mengapa apa/siapa kenapa". Misalnya "Mengapa Keenan memukul Sinta?" Bukannya Keenan tidak bersikap seperti pria sejati, karena dia memukul Sinta. Maaf, contoh saya sedikit ekstrim. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;">Dulu, ketika saya lebih muda, saya sangat berapi-api (sekarang juga, <i>sih</i>.. hehehehe). Tapi, dulu, berapi-apinya saya lebih karena ketidakmatangan jiwa saya (sok <i>tau ni ye</i>...). Saat kejadian 9/11 di Amerika Serikat, saya menjabat sebagai seksi jurnalistik OSIS sekolah (oh, betapa "tua"nya saya sekarang *terisak-isak*). Waktu itu, saya dan teman saya, Icha, sama-sama terobsesi dengan fakta-fakta di balik penyerangan tersebut, termasuk beberapa teori konspirasi. Maklum, pada saat itu saya masih 16 tahun dan 9 bulan. Apa yang kau ketahui, wahai anak 16 tahun?! Saya sempat membenci "agama" tertentu. Padahal menurut saya yang sekarang, "agama" tertentu itu bukanlah yang harus kita benci. Individulah yang berperan dalam sebuah pencitraan atau <i>image</i>. Saya baru bisa menerima bahwa kejadian 9/11 adalah sebuah <u>tragedi kemanusiaan</u> setelah ada kejadian bom Bali di tahun 2002. Pada saat itu, saya sadar bahwa kita tidak perlu membuat "penilaian" terhadap sesuatu. Karena sebenarnya, "penilaian" itu tidak penting. Tindakanlah yang lebih penting.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;">Dulu, sewaktu saya lebih muda dan tidak dewasa, saya lebih "kejam" dalam pergaulan. Kalau saya merasa "tidak cocok", saya akan menjauh begitu saja. Sekarang saya juga seperti itu, tapi, saya akan mencoba "menyesuaikan" frekuensi dulu sebelum menjauh. Pendek kata, sekarang saya lebih humanis, selain fakta bahwa saya memang manis... (Saya beri Anda kesempatan untuk muntah)</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;">Dalam bergaul, jika istilah ini diizinkan, saya termasuk "autis". (Saya tidak menggunakan istilah ini untuk mengejek siapa pun. Karena saya berhadapan dengan beberapa anak berkebutuhan khusus ini). Saya memiliki dunia sendiri, yang terkadang dari luar, saya terlihat sangat cuek, tidak besahabat, tidak memiliki toleransi dan tidak terbuka. Sebenarnya itu adalah cara saya untuk melindungi diri. Saya selalu berkata, "<i>You don't know the half of me.</i>" </span><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Saya tidak memiliki koleksi sahabat. Bagi saya berteman bukan harus memiliki. Kalau sahabat Anda menyakiti Anda, ada dua pulihan. Sakiti dia, atau maafkan dia. Soal apakah Anda akan melupakan perbuatannya, itu urusan Anda dan memori otak Anda. Dulu, saya dan dua orang teman saya mempunyai masalah dengan seorang teman, sebut saja namanya Putri. Masalah memuncak ketika saya dan dua teman saya "memutuskan" hubungan. Waktu itu belum ada <i>facebook</i>, jadi kami memutuskan untuk menghapus nomor hpnya saja. Dan seiring waktu berlalu, terima kasih pada memori otak yang menghapus k</span><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">ejadian itu dari benak kami bertiga, kami pun lupa bahwa kami pernah bertengkar dengan Putri. Jadi kalau sekarang kami teringat kejadian <i>Putri-gate</i>, kami justru malah tertawa mengingat betapa tidak dewasanya kami. Intinya, saya merasa sahabat atau teman tidak akan selalu ada untuk kita. Saya tahu saya sering sekali berpikir sarkastik. Tapi ini bukan salah satu dari pemikiran sarkastik saya. Ini adalah yang saya sebut dengan logika. Setiap orang akan disibukkan dengan ide dan mimpinya masing-masing, ini akan mengarah ke ego dan kepentingan pribadi. Saya rasa, kebanyakan orang akan mementingkan prioritasnya terlebih dahulu. Itu saja. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Selanjutnya saya akan </span><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">membahas </span><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">pemikiran saya yang mungkin lebih ekstrim... hehehehe</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Berangkat dari kutipan saya, "<i>You don't know the half of me</i>", saya ingin menegaskan bahwa saya bukan orang yang religius. Saya mungkin lebih berdosa dari seorang pembunuh berantai (maaf, lagi-lagi contoh saya ekstrim). Tapi biarlah itu menjadi urusan saya dengan Tuhan. Hubungan yang lebih intim dan rahasia daripada hubungan antarmanusia. Ini merupakan hubungan yang tidak boleh diganggu gugat oleh siapapun. Dan sujujurnya, saya sangat terganggu dengan "kejadian" di salah satu jejaring sosial. Natal tahun lalu (termasuk<i> Valentine's Day</i>), beberapa orang teman memasang note atau status tentang "haram"nya mengucapkan atau merayakan sesuatu yang tidak ada dalam ajaran islam. Maksud teman-teman tentunya adalah sebagai syiar dan dakwah. Saya tidak bermasalah dengan dakwah. Bahkan saya sangat senang jika ada yang berbagi soal agama. Yang saya sesali adalah caranya. Memang, dalam berdakwah, kita tidak perlu "takut" atau "bersembunyi", tapi bukankah kita juga tidak boleh "menyakiti"? Beberapa teman kristiani saya menulis, "<i>Nggak usah</i> maksa <i>ngucapin kalo</i> takut dosa. Repot <i>amat</i>." Meski beberapa teman muslim masih mengucapkan selamat hari raya bagi mereka, saya rasa saya tidak perlu memborbardir <i>wall</i> dengan "fatwa". Saya rasa tiap orang dewasa bisa bertanggung jawab dengan pilihannya. Sekali lagi, hubungan Tuhan-manusia tidak boleh diganggu gugat.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Masih soal "agama" dan orang yang merasa berhak menghakimi. Saya punya pertanyaan besar, <u>"Kenapa masyarakat kita senang 'menghakimi' wanita berkerudung?"</u> Kalau terus seperti ini, bisa-bisa nanti banyak wanita tidak berkerudung. Lho? Kok begitu? Kenapa? Sekarang begini, kalau ada seorang wanita berkerudung "berpacaran" (peluk-peluk, <i>nyender-nyender</i>, <i>pegangan</i> tangan, sampai yang ke arah mesum), berapa banyak dari Anda yang berkata, "Ih! <i>Nggak</i> malu ya <i>ama</i> kerudung?!" Malu, <i>kok</i>, sama kerudung? Kalau begitu sekalian saja malu sama sepeda, laptop, atau kucing. Atau kalau ada seorang "jilbaber" (yang kerudungannya panjang itu, <i>lho</i>) bercerai dari suaminya, lantas beberapa dari masyarakat berkata, "<i>Nggak nyangka</i> ya, dia melakukan perbuatan yang dibenci Allah." Hei, siapa juga yang mau bercerai. <i>Please</i>, jangan membentuk sebuah ekspektasi bahwa seorang wanita berkerudung itu mesti melakukan hal yang lebih baik daripada wanita tidak berkerudung. Nah, apakah Anda termasuk hakim-wanita-berkerudung?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Saya sendiri memakai kerudung. Tapi maaf, kerudung ini saya pakai untuk saya sendiri. Bukan untuk memenuhi ekspektasi orangtua, tuntutan pekerjaan, atau bahkan untuk Tuhan. Tidak, Tuhan tidak perlu saya memakai kerudung. Dia tidak perlu siapapun. Justru, kita yang oerlu Dia. Saya dijuluki <i>anti-mainstream-liberalist</i> oleh salah seorang teman saya. Alasannya karena saya tidak seperti para wanita berkerudung lainnya. Saya <i>gay-friendly</i>, saya lebih suka musik yang terkadang aneh, saya menghabiskan waktu untuk kesenangan dunia (siapa yang tidak?!), saya menyumpah (meskipun saya menggunakan kata-kata lain, tetap saja maksud saya menyumpah), saya... saya... Saya melakukan hal-hal mendefinisikan "Inilah Saya". Jika itu membuat saya terlalu liberal, maaf. Tapi itulah saya. Saya masih suka berkeliaran tanpa kerudung (sejak memutuskan untuk memakai kerudung), jika saya sedang ingin melakukannya. Saya "nakal", apapun cap orang tentang saya, saya terima saja. Satu hal yang ingin saya sampaikan: Saya sangat benci orang yang berkata, "Sekalian <i>aja</i> lepas. <i>Nggak usah</i> setengah-setengah." Saya benci ucapan itu, terutama kalau berasal dari mulut seorang pria. Hei, pria, kau tidak akan pernah tahu rasanya memakai dan melepas kerudung. Tahukah Anda efek dari ucapan ini? Akan banyak wanita yang mengurungkan niatnya untuk belajar "memakai" kerudung. Dan untuk wanita tidak berkerudung yang berkata, "<i>Gue sih belom make</i> karena <i>belom dapet</i> hidayah", saya ingin menyampaikan, "<i>Woy,</i> yang <i>boneng aje</i>, <i>lu</i> kira hidayah <i>dijatohin</i>, <i>pluk</i>, <i>gitu aje</i>?". Intinya, tidak perlu membela diri, karena wanita berkerudung (yang se-visi dengan saya), tidak menghakimi kalian. Karena saya juga dalam proses belajar, Anda juga bisa belajar "memakai" kerudung. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Saya minta maaf jika tulisan saya menyinggung. Saya hanyalah seorang manusia biasa yang berusaha menempatkan diri dengan nyaman di dunia ini. Karena menurut saya, kenyamanan terhadap diri sendiri sangat penting untuk menikmati hidup. Dengan demikian kita bisa memberi yang terbaik dari kita untuk masyarakat. Bukankah sebaik-baiknya manusia adalah yang berguna bagi orang di sekitarnya?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Salam damai, </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Lou</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"> </span></div>Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09166401944541243042noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493806846834142391.post-20882900446895574632010-09-12T01:40:00.001+07:002010-09-12T14:08:19.689+07:00You Wish You Could, But You Just Can't<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">Hiya!!!</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">I'm here again bloggers...</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">You wish you could, but you just can't... Is that killing you? Well it IS killing me!!!</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">What the hell am i talking about???</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">Okay, have you got any dreams, goals, or obsessions that you really wish you could do, have, or whatever? Well, i have.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">Other than the ability to sing well (i can sing alright in karaoke hahahaha, but not well), i really wish i could dance. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">Now what you're gonna do is saying, "You can learn to do it. Practice...and practice..." I'm so sorry, but that's not gonna happen because i can't.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;"> The next best piece of advice is, "Well, it's all in your mind. Change the way you think about it. Be positive, have another point of view, blah blah balah..." Sorry, again... that won't work for me. Why am i so cynical? No, i'm not being cynical. I'm just being realistic... Okay, sarcastically realistic... Here's why:</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">It all goes back to my childhood. I didn't spend my childhood as a girl who spent time taking piano lesson or dancing. But, i didn't spend my time climbing trees or playing with the boys. No. I wasn't the girly type nor was i a tomboy girl. I loved the Me-Time compared to other kids. I didn't mind being alone. In fact, i hated it when people asked me. I guess i didn't like people treating me like a kid (hey, you were a KID for God's sake!) or people nosing on my "business". What an OLD kid i was, eh?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">Sometimes, well, often times, my parents pinched me or stepped on my foot to give me signal that i HAD TO answer the questions. Yea, and the stubborn-born-to-be-rebelious girl ignored the signs every now and then. Oh, i was hard to handle... Dear God, should i have a kid of my own, please don't give me the Karma *finger crossed*. Coming from that kind of background, i never put any interests in dancing.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">Not until the mid to late 90s, my Middle School time. It was the era of boybands. Yes, people... I listen to boybands, too! My favorite was 911. A British boyband consists of 3 cute (and smallish) lads. </span></span></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijmjSbybt_xhIEDKHCFHmOphgNSGN3A9F8zSV5Zs0fjxLECYXPyaPYCS4mE5cyjXtaRExwFkImQiLALGl5KzhQOSLqeHJCTx6UB_UHZji08jzJrwbbf-W_cUenI-x6OPCa5C9TJoY5yuw/s1600/daniel_bedingfield.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijmjSbybt_xhIEDKHCFHmOphgNSGN3A9F8zSV5Zs0fjxLECYXPyaPYCS4mE5cyjXtaRExwFkImQiLALGl5KzhQOSLqeHJCTx6UB_UHZji08jzJrwbbf-W_cUenI-x6OPCa5C9TJoY5yuw/s320/daniel_bedingfield.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;"> Then, in 2003, during my college time and my working time at ELP, a small English institution (thanks to 911, again!), i met Mondang. A coworker-turned-out-a-senior-in-High-School. She loves dancing a great deal. She created a "routine" and i tell you what, it was awesome, and you can only envy us. Now, i sound like a bitchy fricking cheerleader, don't i? There were four of us, Mondang, Poppy, Nur and me, who practiced the routine after class. We used a song from a British (again?!) rising star at that time, Daniel Bedingfield called Gotta Get Thru' This.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">Mondang, by my help, created the movements in about two weeks, with changes here and there and of course, to "train" us everytime she got new movements. Hey, how come i "helped" her?! Hahahaha, i lent her some video clips with dancing in them. Some movements were taken from 911's Nothing Stops the Rain video and Steps' After The Love Has Gone video. And yes, Steps is a pop group from Britain...</span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoB1OhLWbRhVZrUkv80LRlgIMycMKMZg-YG4SLveyQouBz7bqib-DFgCxAd4FKa4WhMofYKLEJw51qXQ4JFAPdzaTic0T1MEAoK9n6pm_twzddekw-rAsOWAHw-abQUk422StaTLBJ-0s/s1600/Mitch+Hewer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoB1OhLWbRhVZrUkv80LRlgIMycMKMZg-YG4SLveyQouBz7bqib-DFgCxAd4FKa4WhMofYKLEJw51qXQ4JFAPdzaTic0T1MEAoK9n6pm_twzddekw-rAsOWAHw-abQUk422StaTLBJ-0s/s320/Mitch+Hewer.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">He is Mitch Hewer who potrays Maxxie, a gay teenage dancer. The picture above is taken from one of the episodes of Season 2. His first on screen dance was in the first episode of Season 1 when he was tap dancing as Tony, one of his fellas, called him. He talked on the phone while dancing. At that time, i didn't care for him. Because he looked like one of the High School Musical cast whose name escapes from my memory. Yup, guys... I watched HSM. And, nope, i didn't watch the HSM 2 and 3 in case you're wondering...</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">In episode 1 of Season 2, he was the "opening". He danced with other fellow dancers and WTF!!! Whoa! That's Fabulous!!! I f***ing love him!!! Besides having nice smile and puppy eyes (though i think he's too cute, too boyish, and too young *sob...sob i feel old...*), he's very athletic. Some guys would kill to have that kind of build, i think... And so... that "i-wish-i-could-dance" comes across my mind like an inspiration.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">So now, you gotta think that i should just dance, just like Lady Gaga said. Well, what i mean by dance is like the dance to the music, not the monkey-meet-giraffe movements (don't ask!!!) i make everytime i listen to upbeat songs. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">Well, i have a problem with balance. Huh? Come again?! I have bad balance. And that problem can be recognized from my eyes... Now, you wonder... What do you have in mind? </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">I am near-sighted. And as one, it is imperative that i wear glasses or softlens for that matter. And yes, i do. I wear them. But, the minus of my right eye is higher by five points than that of my left eye. I was LMAO when the optician "diagnosed" me having what he called by "lazy-eye-syndrome". Whoa, that explains why i often tripped (and fell).</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">During my college years, i had this thing, i tripped so often that my friend Erlina tried to grab my arm everytime i had those "episodes". She would say, "Oh, my dear poor little baby, come walk with Mama..." Nice friend indeed, she is...</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">Once, there was this little girl. She walked to school with her Mom. Wearing the white and white uniform, she was ALL ready for assembly on Monday morning. Then, as "fate" was written for her (can you sense the cynical here?), she tripped on a rock and fell both knees first on the ground, then both elbows, and as if those weren't enough, she landed on her chin causing not only body injuries, but a big question mark. Yeah, her Mom a.k.a my Mom was wondering what was exactly wrong. Then she came to a conclusion and told me the story of lil' me...</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">My mom, a weirdly amusing woman, suggests that i didn't learn how to walk or run normally. Unlike regular kids, instead of walking or running, she claimed that "flying" was the closest-to-meaning word to describe what i did. She said i didn't stepped on the ground, but tiptoed and fled which usually resulted in gravity rules (read: i fell). Probably there is something wrong with my brain, hahahaha... Well, that's why i find it difficult to coordinate my body, let alone dance. Pathetic, huh?!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">Lou</span></span></span>Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09166401944541243042noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493806846834142391.post-91258876679809041952010-08-21T11:28:00.000+07:002010-08-21T11:28:28.715+07:00Isn't that called "Self-loathing"????<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well, isn't the title interesting??? Hahahahaha...</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Okay, focus...focus...</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Okay, now that i'm focused, i can start writing this so-called analysis. Hahaha, who am i to say that i "know" anything about human behaviour? But, here goes, i'm gonna "say" what i think i know. If you disagree or think that i'm wrong, go ahead, i'm here just to speak my mind.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">The story goes back to 2005. Whoa, a long time, eh? Yup, i'm gonna tell you how i met a friend of mine. Let's call him Yoga. I was a branch academic coordinator in E** when he came to join us as teaching staff. He just graduated from high school, about 18 years and some months. I also just graduated from my academy. Apparently, he sorta found some common things in us. I was 18 years and 3 months when i first joined E**, so he (maybe) thought that he could learn how to "survive" just like i did. Some friends of mine said that he kinda looked up to me. Hey, i was going on my 21st that year when i was appointed a branch academic coordinator. Ooopsie, yeah yeah, it was a small institution</span>, <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">so stop being big-headed!!!.. <i>Uhm, i'm talking to myself here, it ain't important, so please continue reading...</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And so, some (sweet) days went by. He was kind and full of dreams. And oh, he was religious, too. At least that what i think. I remember him saying "For real??" when i was about to pray. Dang! Nice one, bro! Cause i'm sassy too...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sometimes, i cruelly "crushed" his dreams too. Because sometimes he spoke about some things that were too, umm, impossible. Ok, i'll rephrase it, some things infeasible. Well, i didn't mean to be so mean to him. Just thought that it would be much nicer to take a look around first then decide where you wanna be... or in short, think before you leap. That's all. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">No, no, this doesn't end here...so please keep reading.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Okay, then i got a job in ILP and decided to quit from E**. So i left the place and you can say that i started my new life in 2006. So i only knew Yoga for 6 months. What i mean by "knew" here is we met 6 days a week for those damned months. After my life in ILP, we still met sometimes. Ok, translation = during Lebaran. Hehehehe... Yoga, with my friend Lya (who he kinda "looked up to" too) came by to visit me. Well, that's because i, uh, don't really care about visiting. So, if you want to visit me, go ahead. But i rarely visit my friends... hehehehehe...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then, when he stopped visiting me, because Lya keeps visiting me, i started to wonder... I asked Lya whether he had changed his number, had finished his studies or whether he was so busy. Lya only explained that he didn't want to come or simply because he had "stuff" to do. Okay, part of my questions was only lip service, and the other part was a real question. Yea, i missed teasing him, too. Hahahaha... Before the "visits", Yoga often asked about how i was doing, my opinions, and so on. Well, guess that because of the "look-up-to-me" thingy. So the story stopped when he stopped visiting me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Well, another friend of mine, Ara, visited me to ahem, introduce a slimming product which i-would-never-buy-unless-i'm-a-fricking-millionaire-cause-it's-so-damn-expensive. She said that it really works as she is the living proof. Still, i wasn't convinced. She mentioned Yoga. Yoga wasn't that fat, but he was kinda big. I remember him as a "bapak-bapak" despite his age (18, remember). She said that Yoga had a new look. Well, ok, that triggered me to ask about that naive guy again. Ara's reaction was like, you know, stop-asking-about-him-cause-he-didn't even-ask-about-you. Actually, i made that up. Hahahaha... Ara only mentioned him to assure me, that's all. So the story paused there...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It didn't continue. Not until last month, and this month too.. Well, last month Dilla, a friend of mine too, went to Palembang. She wrote that in her facebook status. That reminded me of rusip, a kind of weird food my daddy used to eat. The rusip thing brought me back to</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> the memory of my daddy. So i asked Dilla to bring me some. When she got back to town, she said that i could have it for free. Long story short, i fleed to her house. We talked about the good old days. Because Dilla and i were some of the few first people back then in E**. And so our talk got into Yoga thing again. She said that he had changed a lot.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me: Is it because he's getting thinner? Becase Ara came to offer that product. Hahahaha</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dilla: No, not only that one, he now has straight hair. (Yoga's hair is kinda wavy and bushy)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me: Really? Well, that's kinda hard to imagine.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dilla: He often talks on the phone "abnormally".</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me: Huh??? What do you mean?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dilla: Well, if you talk on the phone, you talk on the phone. He doesn't really "talk on the phone", you know, like exagerrating (read: lebay!)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me: Ah, does he talk in Mandarin? (I took Mandarin course back then and Yoga seemed so excited about that, last time i heard, he managed to pick up some Mandarin)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dilla: Yes, he does. But i think he kids of shows off... (Dilla is a very honest and nice lady. I know her as a very straightforward person who never tells a lie)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Last week, Lya called me to arrange bukpusber this week. Well, today is the day. She wished people from the old times could get together. That includes Yoga, eh? But Lya said that she doubted that he would want to join us.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me: Why?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lya: You know, he has changed a lot. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me: Yea, i got that from Mbak Dilla. She told me about the hair. Hahahaha</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lya: Well, you know. He had some injection.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me: To be thin? I thought he had some products from Ara</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lya: No, to be white</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me: Get out of here!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lya: He thinks he's Chinese.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me: What do you mean?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lya: You know, he thinks he's Chinese, not Indonesian. He even ordered glasses that wouldn't make his eyes bigger.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lya: You remember how religious he was. Well, he isn't anymore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I told Thesi, my friend in XXX school about Yoga and his mindset of "being" a Chinese. Thesi said that he probably believes in reincarnation. He might believe that he was Chinese in the past. Well, i kinda believe in reincarnation too. I believe that i was a gay male. That's why i can understand some of my gay male friends well. If it's about belief, that is out of the question. Nobody understands unless they believe in the same thing too. I believe that dragons exist. So i think i'm gonna waste my time debating with those who don't believe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">One thing about reincarnation, if that really happens, i just think we have to redo what we did in the past. If you were Chinese in your past life and now you're born Indonesian, does it mean that you have to have self alteration so that you are who you were. Emm, imagine if i have to have a genital surgery, do hormon therapy to change myself into a male. And not only that, i need to find my "love" out there in this unfair world. See, that's the world. It's cruel and never fair. So what i have in mind is, "You live in a world where God has given you permission to." So, since you got the permission to live, just live. By thanking Him for whatever you have now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I think what happens to Yoga is "self-loathing". He seems like he's unhappy with himself being Yoga. Maybe he is not happy with his hair, his skin, well his Yoga. I feel so sorry for him. I think happiness is very crucial. I wish he can find his happiness. But i pity him for doing so many things that made him not Yoga anymore. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lya mentioned in her phone call that he might avoid me because he was afraid that i would judge him especially with his new look. Well, i won't judge without listening and analyzing. No, that won't happen. I regret not trying to keep in touch with him. Well, today, we're going to meet. I hope Yoga comes too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Oooohhh God, this is long, eh? Thanks for reading</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">HIt me back, just to check</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Surely yours</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span>Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09166401944541243042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493806846834142391.post-33591520507099505182010-08-17T11:16:00.000+07:002010-08-17T11:16:39.706+07:00The Next Generation Kinda Gets Me Questioning<div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Yesterday, Monday the 16th of August, students of XXX Primary School Bekasi had an Independence Day ceremony. You know the kind, the one that we, uhm, probably we, had during school days.</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ah, for you who's wondering what the heck i'm talking about, you must have no idea that i'm a teacher. Yup, i started as an English <u>instructor</u> in a small course, then i moved to a bigger course, and yeah i sorta got into a school, as a <u>teacher.</u> I started last year and taught Grade 5. The system is quite simple. There are 2 teachers in a class. So my partner and i shared the lessons. I had English, Science, Art, Computer and i assisted PE. This year i'm handling 2 classes Grade 5 and Grade 6. I work with 2 other partners. My partner last year, Thesi and a new partner, Hera. Now i'm handling Bahasa Indonesia (go ahead laugh, if you know how "nice" my Bahasa Indonesia is), Science and Computer for both classes. </span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ok, that's what you missed on the last episode, LOL...</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Back to the story>>>>></span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Back in our school days (if you don't mind me saying "our"), we had so many ceremonies that we lost counts. I remember playing the recorder for Mengheningkan Cipta in from Grade 4 to Grade 6. I remember clearly joining Lomba Upacara Bendera when i was in Grade 9. And in Grade 10 or 11, my friends and i were appointed to sing in a choir for Upacara Peringatan Hari Kesaktian Pancasila in kantor Walikota Bekasi. Blah-bla-blah, yeah those were important, sarcastic minds think like that. What i'm about to "blabber" here is not about the "glorious" time. Cause it ain't glorious, na-ah... Something got me thinking. It's our next generation. </span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Well, in the school i work for, the students are not used to having regular ceremony. So we can say that they are "lack" of nationalism or patriotism. We can see that from the Bahasa Indonesia they use. It sucks, man. Even though that doesn't mean that their English is very good. They're like mmm, i don't know... no words can describe them vividly clear to anybody's imagination.</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Back to the Independence Day ceremony... All personnel in charge were from Grade 4. What made my jaw drop was a behaviour of a personnel, Victor (not his real name). He was one of the Pasukan Pengibar Bendera. After he and his friends "succesfully" did their job, he squated, took of his cap and used it as a fan in the middle of the unfinished ceremony... Not to mention, during the Hari Merdeka song, he acted like a guitarist. It'd look funny and amusing if it weren't a "ceremony". And, if you think that Victor is a special need, which probably helps us sigh relieved, nope! He's not. He's not one of those children. Oh dear God, whatever happens to our future Indonesia?????</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Victor is just an example of what some of my friends and i are worried about. Some of my students are also "weak". The last ceremony we had, some of them were "too tired" to stand straight, complained how hot it was, asked to go home afterwards because of feeling dizzy from standing under the sun for for-God's-sake-only-thirty-minutes!!!</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">See, that got me questioning the school. Is this the way we "educate" the future leaders? Should we go back to our convetional way, the way we had our education long ago? No. That's not the key either. Why? To be honest, those lack-of-nationalism kids are brilliant! They're very critical. They have been trained to use logic that makes them very open-minded.</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Well, there's hope, always... The one that keeps us alive.</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> I'm Indonesian and proud of being one. Happy anniversary, my beloved Indonesia. May God be with you always. Happy Independence my fellow Indonesians... Keep the hope alive!!! MERDEKA!!!!!!!!</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Hit me back, just to check </span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Surely yours</span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;">Lou</span></span></span><br />
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</span></span>Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09166401944541243042noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493806846834142391.post-63822899495845163872010-08-15T08:37:00.000+07:002010-08-15T08:57:58.289+07:00Hi There<div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Hi bloggers!!!</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I'm a newbie here... Oh, yeah, i know... It's kinda late to start a blog while millions of civilized people out there have started to get bored with this thing, or not...</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Well, lemme tell you something about me... I used to love writing. When i was younger, see, younger, that doesn't make me sound old, does it? I loved writing. In fact, i wrote almost anything. Poems, journals, short stories, longer stories, even novels, seriously! I also made my-own-indonesian-translated songs, you know, the kind of songs you really love and wish there were some available in your mother tongue...</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Okay, it's getting out of the topic. What i'm about to write in this blog is pretty much about me. Hahaha, b-o-r-i-n-g... Well, just decide when you read my next posts. </span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">There are many things about me that i would like to share. Yet, i would like to "invite" anyone who likes foreign languages. I'm fond of learning languages, but i don't think i can handle new languages. Right now, I'm trying to learn more about Bahasa Indonesia, my very own native language. Duh!!! You're probably thinking, "What the hell are you doing writing this in English?!" Well, that's just because i prefer writing in English, at least i wouldn't have to consult Pusat Bahasa about my spellings or choices of words. </span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Okay, i guess that just made an opening. </span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Hit me back, just to check</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Surely yours</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lou</span></span></div>Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09166401944541243042noreply@blogger.com0