Bosan.
Bosan.
Bosan.
Kenapa gue bosan?
Ngga tau.
Mungkin karena kerjaan gue itu-itu terus.
Mungkin karena ngantuk.
Tapi mungkin karena gue bosan makanya gue ngantuk.
Serba salah.
Libur pengen kerja.
Kerja pengen libur.
Ga pengen ngapa-ngapain.
Tapi enak juga kalo bisa pulang.
Pulang ke rumah impian gue.
Di mana gue bisa selonjor sambil bengong.
Ngga usah ngapa-ngapain.
Ngga perlu sungkan males-malesan kayak Garfield.
Nikmatnya selonjor sambil bengong.
Nyender di sofa empuk.
Baca novel, denger Bruno Mars.
Tidur, mimpi liburan ke Santorini.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Sadistic Movies, Please Go to Hell
Sumpah, gue ngga habis pikir kenapa ada film macem Saw dibuat bersekuel-sekuel. Hiburan sakit. Apa manusia udah segitu stress nya jaman sekarang sampe nyari hiburan dengan nonton film nista kayak gitu? Mau MUNTAH. Gue curiga yang bikin skenario itu film, entah serial killer, orang sinting alias lagi berobat jalan, atau kerasukan iblis jahanam. WTF are in his/ her mind to be able to create such gruesome scenes? Buat gue film itu ngga lebih dari kisah biadab, ngga ada intinya kecuali ngingetin semua orang kalo ternyata, manusia bisa lebih rendah dari binatang. Apa masih perlu diingetin lagi? Apa hidup sehari-hari kurang kejam? Kurang susah? Kurang keji? That you’re willing to watch people get slaughtered like chickens and cows??? Have people lost their heart now?
It’s totally NOT FUNNY at all. Ngga lucu sama sekali. Kalo ada rating minus, gue akan kasih rating minus tidak berhingga buat film itu. Percuma aja buang-buang duit dan kerja susah payah buat produksi tu film, kalo niatnya mau bikin hiburan. Tapi gue ngga bisa komentar kalo orang-orang yang bekerja behind the scene adalah orang-orang yang butuh terapi kejiwaan yang salah satu programnya adalah dengan mengkhayal adegan-adegan sadis tak berperikemanusiaan. But then it makes the therapist the son of a bitch. Sebagai orang yang waras, kok ngga berpikir dua kali untuk nyebarluasin tontonan penuh kekerasan kayak gitu? Apa dia ngga punya anak kecil or keponakan di rumah? Apa dia ngga tahu (yang rasanya sih mustahil), apa yang ditonton anak-anak itu bisa dicontoh sama mereka? Lantas gimana pertanggungjawaban mereka kalau sampai ada anak-anak yang kurang dapet pengawasan trus nonton film-film hina dina menjijikkan dan najis buatan dia itu trus nyontoh?
Look, all I’m trying to say is: sadis ada batasnya. Tapi belakangan ini yang gue liat, produser-produser film sepertinya berlomba-lomba bikin film yang sadis, keji, biadab. Seolah-olah kekerasan sekarang jadi trend. Jadi mode. The more blood, the more applause. Which looks pretty insane to me. Terang aja, seorang gue ngga mungkin menghentikan produksi film-film Saw rendahan itu. Dan emang, gue ngga bisa maksain selera. Tapi buat mereka-mereka, bapak-bapak dan ibu-ibu yang kerja di belakang layar, please, think again before coming up with more horrid, grisly and wicked ideas just to sell your movies. Your minds can be the devil’s workshops.
It’s totally NOT FUNNY at all. Ngga lucu sama sekali. Kalo ada rating minus, gue akan kasih rating minus tidak berhingga buat film itu. Percuma aja buang-buang duit dan kerja susah payah buat produksi tu film, kalo niatnya mau bikin hiburan. Tapi gue ngga bisa komentar kalo orang-orang yang bekerja behind the scene adalah orang-orang yang butuh terapi kejiwaan yang salah satu programnya adalah dengan mengkhayal adegan-adegan sadis tak berperikemanusiaan. But then it makes the therapist the son of a bitch. Sebagai orang yang waras, kok ngga berpikir dua kali untuk nyebarluasin tontonan penuh kekerasan kayak gitu? Apa dia ngga punya anak kecil or keponakan di rumah? Apa dia ngga tahu (yang rasanya sih mustahil), apa yang ditonton anak-anak itu bisa dicontoh sama mereka? Lantas gimana pertanggungjawaban mereka kalau sampai ada anak-anak yang kurang dapet pengawasan trus nonton film-film hina dina menjijikkan dan najis buatan dia itu trus nyontoh?
Look, all I’m trying to say is: sadis ada batasnya. Tapi belakangan ini yang gue liat, produser-produser film sepertinya berlomba-lomba bikin film yang sadis, keji, biadab. Seolah-olah kekerasan sekarang jadi trend. Jadi mode. The more blood, the more applause. Which looks pretty insane to me. Terang aja, seorang gue ngga mungkin menghentikan produksi film-film Saw rendahan itu. Dan emang, gue ngga bisa maksain selera. Tapi buat mereka-mereka, bapak-bapak dan ibu-ibu yang kerja di belakang layar, please, think again before coming up with more horrid, grisly and wicked ideas just to sell your movies. Your minds can be the devil’s workshops.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Going Home with My Cousin
Chasing chick n fireflies
In the old days
When our limbs were short
Walking up the levee
Counting goat’s droppings
‘Till we reached the river
To catch the rowboat home
And the walk on the farm
Can never forget that
Peeing on the street side
And nibbling the sweet cucumber
But the poor little bird you caught
Owwhh…
I was shaking in sadness
Thought you were some twisted li’l boy
From then on you were away
Busy with your boy things
In your own world I despise
Years pass by
No more fireflies
No more crossing the riverwide
And look at you now
Handsome and all grown up
Do you still remember?
Our crazy adventure
In our little village
Where everything started
And will end eventually
Keep them in our memories
A sweet story I will always miss
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Parting Letter
I don’t know what I should think about you now
You had me at hello, really
Your aura filled my days
You’ve opened my door to another world full of hopes
What used to be ruined
Was suddenly healed, repaired
Thought you were an angel without wings
But look at us now
Years passed
And you were drowned under your personal intentions
Looked like u forgot about me
And I felt wasted
More and more each day
Now you’ve lost your aura
No more zest along my days
You’re just a selfish charming prince
But that’s my fault
For letting myself forgotten
For believing in you
And for thinking that you might be
thinking about me
So here I am, on your doorstep
Saying thanks
And goodbye
I’d like to stay actually
But real life is calling
He told me that there’s no such angel
You had me at hello, really
Your aura filled my days
You’ve opened my door to another world full of hopes
What used to be ruined
Was suddenly healed, repaired
Thought you were an angel without wings
But look at us now
Years passed
And you were drowned under your personal intentions
Looked like u forgot about me
And I felt wasted
More and more each day
Now you’ve lost your aura
No more zest along my days
You’re just a selfish charming prince
But that’s my fault
For letting myself forgotten
For believing in you
And for thinking that you might be
thinking about me
So here I am, on your doorstep
Saying thanks
And goodbye
I’d like to stay actually
But real life is calling
He told me that there’s no such angel
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Eureka!
Okay, I finally come to my conclusion. After thinking head over heels about it, after sinking so deep under hesitation, I finally reach the answer. So ladies and gentlemen, here, let me tell you how you dream.
In my case:
Having a career in a well established bank in the country, doing financial or information system stuffs may not be my dream. But if that can lead me to my dreams, which are: having my own home, personal decent car, vacations to foreign countries and a better life for me and my loved ones. Then YES! The career is a part of my dreams also. You bet I’ll do it! No more tricky questions asking me ‘what is your true aspiration?’ CRAP! Girl’s got a life to live and another MAJOR dream to reach!
In my case:
Having a career in a well established bank in the country, doing financial or information system stuffs may not be my dream. But if that can lead me to my dreams, which are: having my own home, personal decent car, vacations to foreign countries and a better life for me and my loved ones. Then YES! The career is a part of my dreams also. You bet I’ll do it! No more tricky questions asking me ‘what is your true aspiration?’ CRAP! Girl’s got a life to live and another MAJOR dream to reach!
Monday, January 3, 2011
Resolusi Sampingan
Udah ganti taon, tapi gue masih di sini. Di divisi yang sama, ngerjain hal yang sama dengan yg gue kerjain empat taon yang lalu waktu pertama kali masuk sini. Bos gue, juga masih sama. Partner gue, masih sama juga. Mereka keliatan sama betahnya di sini ama gue. Atau terpaksa betah? Krn udah kecantol ama COP alias fasilitas mobil dari kantor yang bakal jd HM (Hak Milik) 5 taon setelah perolehan. Reasonable. Beli mobil itu mahal, and I mean MAHALLLL, jadi kalo bisa DAPET, hidup akan terasa jauh lebih mudah. Lupakan fasilitas angkutan umum di Jakarta hari gini. Dan jangan pernah berkhayal transjakarta itu mirip sama MTR di Hongkong kecuali mau patah hati kronis.
So the question is… why on earth, does a person like me (meaning: NOT stupid, NOT handicapped, well educated, entitled to 2 bachelor degrees and fluent in English) stay here to rot? Gue belom tunangan sama COP atau pinjeman rumah, meskipun lagi mikir buat memulai komitmen gue pada salah satunya (hmm… atau better jangan dulu? You know what they say, one marriage is tough already, u don’t wanna have several of it).
Do I really rot here? Rasanya sih begitu. Gejalanya udah gue rasain sejak taon pertama bahkan. Siapa pun yang duduk dalam radius 5-7 bangku dari gue dan ngga buta, pasti tau kalo gue sering tidur di depan kompi, pagi or siang or sore, you name it. Yang gawat kalo si bos gede yang nangkring di aquarium di belakang gue ngeh kalo most of the time in my office hour, either gue ngantuk, or struggling buat ngusir rasa ngantuk gue dengan: bolak-balik nyeduh kopi, chatting di BB, or nulisin blog atau novel garapan gue. Pertanyaan dia adalah: anak ini kurang dikasih kerjaan? Atau punya side job jadi hansip siskamling?
Udah 4 taon ngerjain laporan yang sama, dan grade gue belom bergeming ibarat perahunya Sangkuriang yang udah jadi gunung. It doesn’t move an inch! It’s kinda long journey to COP, meanwhile mobil operasional pribadi gue dan hubby udah mulai karatan (I mean beneran karatan, atepnya bocor n skrg lagi diopname di bengkel body repair). Sedangkan bos gue udah ganti mobil dari Suzuki Grand Vitara ke Toyota Fortuner. Gratis, dan dia ngga harus nyembah setan untuk itu. But don’t take it wrongly, I have nothing against my bos. He’s a wonderful one. Rare in his kind.
Now I’m on a crossroad. Or at least I think I’m on a crossroad. Mimpi gue jadi penulis ngga akan pernah gue ralat. Apa pun yang terjadi, bagaimana pun kondisi gue, udah terbukti gue ngga bisa ngelak dari keinginan untuk terus nulis dan nulis. Okay, so the main goal is somewhere between JK Rowling and Anne Rice. Tapi, apakah seseorang ngga boleh punya mimpi-mimpi sampingan? Di dunia kerjaan aja ada istilah side job. Boleh donk gue punya side dreams? Main dream gue jadi penulis terkenal dan side dream gue, punya COP, punya rumah sendiri, dan gaji lumayan supaya gue bisa jalan-jalan ke luar negeri at least every year.
Boleh kan?
So the question is… why on earth, does a person like me (meaning: NOT stupid, NOT handicapped, well educated, entitled to 2 bachelor degrees and fluent in English) stay here to rot? Gue belom tunangan sama COP atau pinjeman rumah, meskipun lagi mikir buat memulai komitmen gue pada salah satunya (hmm… atau better jangan dulu? You know what they say, one marriage is tough already, u don’t wanna have several of it).
Do I really rot here? Rasanya sih begitu. Gejalanya udah gue rasain sejak taon pertama bahkan. Siapa pun yang duduk dalam radius 5-7 bangku dari gue dan ngga buta, pasti tau kalo gue sering tidur di depan kompi, pagi or siang or sore, you name it. Yang gawat kalo si bos gede yang nangkring di aquarium di belakang gue ngeh kalo most of the time in my office hour, either gue ngantuk, or struggling buat ngusir rasa ngantuk gue dengan: bolak-balik nyeduh kopi, chatting di BB, or nulisin blog atau novel garapan gue. Pertanyaan dia adalah: anak ini kurang dikasih kerjaan? Atau punya side job jadi hansip siskamling?
Udah 4 taon ngerjain laporan yang sama, dan grade gue belom bergeming ibarat perahunya Sangkuriang yang udah jadi gunung. It doesn’t move an inch! It’s kinda long journey to COP, meanwhile mobil operasional pribadi gue dan hubby udah mulai karatan (I mean beneran karatan, atepnya bocor n skrg lagi diopname di bengkel body repair). Sedangkan bos gue udah ganti mobil dari Suzuki Grand Vitara ke Toyota Fortuner. Gratis, dan dia ngga harus nyembah setan untuk itu. But don’t take it wrongly, I have nothing against my bos. He’s a wonderful one. Rare in his kind.
Now I’m on a crossroad. Or at least I think I’m on a crossroad. Mimpi gue jadi penulis ngga akan pernah gue ralat. Apa pun yang terjadi, bagaimana pun kondisi gue, udah terbukti gue ngga bisa ngelak dari keinginan untuk terus nulis dan nulis. Okay, so the main goal is somewhere between JK Rowling and Anne Rice. Tapi, apakah seseorang ngga boleh punya mimpi-mimpi sampingan? Di dunia kerjaan aja ada istilah side job. Boleh donk gue punya side dreams? Main dream gue jadi penulis terkenal dan side dream gue, punya COP, punya rumah sendiri, dan gaji lumayan supaya gue bisa jalan-jalan ke luar negeri at least every year.
Boleh kan?
Monday, December 27, 2010
Kaleidoskop Fiksi
Buat penutupan taon 2010.
Lagi pengen nginget2 perjalanan gue membaca novel. Kadang gue amazed ama ingetan gue waktu gue masih kecil. Karena sampe gue udah bangkotan kayak sekarang, gue masih inget judul novel Lima Sekawan yang gue baca pertama kali waktu gue kelas III SD. Judulnya: Misteri Harta Warisan. Gue inget itu buku sampulnya warna ungu (what a coincidence, I’m a purple lover), gue minjem dari temen gue yang juga tergila-gila sama cerita misteri. Akhirnya gue dan temen gue itu bikin geng yang kita namain Lima Sekawan. Tapi sayang kurang Dick ama Timmy. Kayaknya sih sebenernya si Timmy ada, karena temen gue yang minjemin buku Lima Sekawan itu setau gue punya anjing. Cuma jaman dulu, pulang sekolah ngga ada istilah kelayapan ke rumah temen, in such a young age. So, keberadaan Timmy Cuma samar-samar alias ngga jelas buat gue.
Sejak Misteri Harta Warisan, gue jadi keranjingan novel-novel sejenis gitu. Akhirnya berlanjut sama seri Lima Sekawan laen, mulai dari versi penerusnya Enid Blyton, versi aslinya Enid Blyton yang ternyata lebih down to earth dibanding versi penerusnya, sampe ke seri-seri lain karyanya doi. Ada Pasukan Mau Tahu, seri petualangan yang melibatkan 4 orang anak dan 1 ekor burung kakaktua, seri Malory Towers, Empat Siaga.
Sekitar kelas 4 or 5 SD, gue mulai penasaran sama novel-novel Agatha Christie yang sering banget dipelototin cici gue yang maniak novel. Hampir tiap hari dia baringan di atas tempat tidur sambil baca. Bikin gue sebel karena sementara gue bosen ngga ada yang ngajak maen, dia malah seru sendiri ama bukunya yang sampul and judulnya very very intriguing. Mrs. Mc Ginty Sudah Mati. Gitu judulnya. Terus gue nanya ama cici gue, emangnya itu novel-novel Agatha Christie cerita setan ya? Kata cici gue bukan, cerita pembunuhan. Dan dengan bolotnya gue nanya lagi, kenapa juga pembunuhan kok ceritanya ribet banget sampe novelnya setebel-tebel gitu. Pembunuhan ya simple aja kan, ada pembunuhnya, terus ada yang mati, abis itu yang membunuh ditangkep polisi. Jawaban cici gue lebih simple lagi. Yah, pembunuhnya kan akan bikin sedemikian rupa supaya ngga ketauan. Hmm... akhirnya mulailah gue merambah dunia misteri yang lebih pelik garapan the Queen of Crimes. Tiap kali gue nyampe di halaman terakhir, gue cuma bisa terbengong-bengong, sambil ngomel-ngomel sewot, kok bisa-bisanya gue kaga nebak siapa pembunuhnya. Setelah beberapa buku, gue kira gue mulai ngerti pola pikirnya Ms Christie. But no. Never! Aaaaaaaa... Gue ngga pernah berhasil nebak pembunuhnya. Rasa kagum itu pun tumbuh terhadap sang maestro pengarang cerita kriminil itu. Kok bisa sih??? Sekitar 30 novelnya Agatha Christie gue embat. Pembunuhan ABC, Misteri Karibia, Pembunuhan di Mesopotamia, Pembunuhan di Sungai Nil, Mereka Datang ke Bagdad, Tragedi Tiga Babak, Misteri Tujuh Lonceng, A Pocket Full of Rye, Pembunuhan atas Roger Ackroyd, Pembunuhan di Pondokan Mahasiswa, Gajah Selalu Ingat, Death Comes as the End. And masih banyak lagi yang gue ngga inget lagi judulnya.
Novel Amerika pertama yang gue baca itu adalah seri Trio Detektif karangan Alfred Hitchcock. Misteri Nuri Gagap, Nyanyian Kobra, dan laen-laen. Gue lupa judul-judulnya tapi gue inget nama penerusnya Mr. Hitchcock yang ngelanjutin serial Trio Detective. Hector Sebastian. Tapi gue prefer versi aslinya Hitchcock, entah kenapa, di tangan Hector Sebastian, ada sesuatu yang serasa ilang dari Trio Detective. Greget misterinya mungkin kurang.
Lanjut ke negeri Jerman di mana gue mulai dengan Penujum Buta nya Stefan Wolf. Gengnya terdiri dari 4 anak remaja dan 1 anjing. Ada Sporty, Thomas, Oscar dan Petra. That’s right guys. Novelnya STOP. Novelis kedua yang karyanya paling banyak gue baca setelah Agatha Christie.
Gue kenal Sidney Sheldon awalnya dari miniseri di RCTI yang judulnya If Tommorrow Comes yang dilakonin sama Tom Berenger dan Madolyn Smythe. Dan dari dongengan cici gue (again) tentang the Sands of Time. Novel doi yang gue baca sendiri cuma 1, yang judulnya Konspirasi Hari Kiamat. Kebetulan waktu itu gue lagi keranjingan isu-isu UFO (gubrag). Setelah yang itu, karya2 om Sheldon cuma gue kenal lewat film or cerita orang-orang. Maap, genrenya ngga gitu cocok ama selera gue.
Kemudian datanglah Mary Higgins Clark. Si New Yorker gaek yang satu ini tulisannya sedikit mirip ama Ratu Kriminil gue (tante Christie). Tapi kalo Clark lebih fokus ke thrillernya. Misterinya sendiri ngga nyaingin Christie. Tapi tetep, keren. Genre nya masuk ke gue. Judul novelnya dia selalu diambil dari judul lagu taon 70-an. While You Were Sleeping, You Belong To Me, All Around the Town, Love to Sing Love to Dance, dll.
Pengalaman gue yang paling berkesan sepanjang sejarah pembacaan novel adalah waktu pertama kali gue nyoba baca novelnya Anne Rice, yang judulnya Interview with the Vampire. Waktu itu kayaknya gue kelas II or III SMP. Bukunya minjem dari tempat sewa buku deket kampus cici gue. Terus terang sebenernya gue ngga bisa berenti baca tu buku. Tapi mungkin saking tajamnya pena Mrs Rice, gue mulai hanyut kebawa emosi waktu Louise si Vampire menggambarkan bagaimana dia melihat matahari terbitnya yang terakhir. Dan waktu gue bangun tidur gue kebayang-bayang ama suramnya cerita Louise, trus gue jd stress. Then I decided to stop reading the book. Years after, waktu filmnya udah dijual bebas di DVD bajakan, baru gue berani nonton tu film, bareng-bareng ama orang serumah. Not that I’m scared of the vampires. But the gloomy feeling I couldn’t handle before. Tapi untungnya nonton itu pengalaman yang jauhhhhh berbeda dengan membaca. Dengan nonton, emosi loe lebih aman. Loe bisa stay di luar, ngga perlu terperosok dalem-dalem.
To be continued...
Lagi pengen nginget2 perjalanan gue membaca novel. Kadang gue amazed ama ingetan gue waktu gue masih kecil. Karena sampe gue udah bangkotan kayak sekarang, gue masih inget judul novel Lima Sekawan yang gue baca pertama kali waktu gue kelas III SD. Judulnya: Misteri Harta Warisan. Gue inget itu buku sampulnya warna ungu (what a coincidence, I’m a purple lover), gue minjem dari temen gue yang juga tergila-gila sama cerita misteri. Akhirnya gue dan temen gue itu bikin geng yang kita namain Lima Sekawan. Tapi sayang kurang Dick ama Timmy. Kayaknya sih sebenernya si Timmy ada, karena temen gue yang minjemin buku Lima Sekawan itu setau gue punya anjing. Cuma jaman dulu, pulang sekolah ngga ada istilah kelayapan ke rumah temen, in such a young age. So, keberadaan Timmy Cuma samar-samar alias ngga jelas buat gue.
Sejak Misteri Harta Warisan, gue jadi keranjingan novel-novel sejenis gitu. Akhirnya berlanjut sama seri Lima Sekawan laen, mulai dari versi penerusnya Enid Blyton, versi aslinya Enid Blyton yang ternyata lebih down to earth dibanding versi penerusnya, sampe ke seri-seri lain karyanya doi. Ada Pasukan Mau Tahu, seri petualangan yang melibatkan 4 orang anak dan 1 ekor burung kakaktua, seri Malory Towers, Empat Siaga.
Sekitar kelas 4 or 5 SD, gue mulai penasaran sama novel-novel Agatha Christie yang sering banget dipelototin cici gue yang maniak novel. Hampir tiap hari dia baringan di atas tempat tidur sambil baca. Bikin gue sebel karena sementara gue bosen ngga ada yang ngajak maen, dia malah seru sendiri ama bukunya yang sampul and judulnya very very intriguing. Mrs. Mc Ginty Sudah Mati. Gitu judulnya. Terus gue nanya ama cici gue, emangnya itu novel-novel Agatha Christie cerita setan ya? Kata cici gue bukan, cerita pembunuhan. Dan dengan bolotnya gue nanya lagi, kenapa juga pembunuhan kok ceritanya ribet banget sampe novelnya setebel-tebel gitu. Pembunuhan ya simple aja kan, ada pembunuhnya, terus ada yang mati, abis itu yang membunuh ditangkep polisi. Jawaban cici gue lebih simple lagi. Yah, pembunuhnya kan akan bikin sedemikian rupa supaya ngga ketauan. Hmm... akhirnya mulailah gue merambah dunia misteri yang lebih pelik garapan the Queen of Crimes. Tiap kali gue nyampe di halaman terakhir, gue cuma bisa terbengong-bengong, sambil ngomel-ngomel sewot, kok bisa-bisanya gue kaga nebak siapa pembunuhnya. Setelah beberapa buku, gue kira gue mulai ngerti pola pikirnya Ms Christie. But no. Never! Aaaaaaaa... Gue ngga pernah berhasil nebak pembunuhnya. Rasa kagum itu pun tumbuh terhadap sang maestro pengarang cerita kriminil itu. Kok bisa sih??? Sekitar 30 novelnya Agatha Christie gue embat. Pembunuhan ABC, Misteri Karibia, Pembunuhan di Mesopotamia, Pembunuhan di Sungai Nil, Mereka Datang ke Bagdad, Tragedi Tiga Babak, Misteri Tujuh Lonceng, A Pocket Full of Rye, Pembunuhan atas Roger Ackroyd, Pembunuhan di Pondokan Mahasiswa, Gajah Selalu Ingat, Death Comes as the End. And masih banyak lagi yang gue ngga inget lagi judulnya.
Novel Amerika pertama yang gue baca itu adalah seri Trio Detektif karangan Alfred Hitchcock. Misteri Nuri Gagap, Nyanyian Kobra, dan laen-laen. Gue lupa judul-judulnya tapi gue inget nama penerusnya Mr. Hitchcock yang ngelanjutin serial Trio Detective. Hector Sebastian. Tapi gue prefer versi aslinya Hitchcock, entah kenapa, di tangan Hector Sebastian, ada sesuatu yang serasa ilang dari Trio Detective. Greget misterinya mungkin kurang.
Lanjut ke negeri Jerman di mana gue mulai dengan Penujum Buta nya Stefan Wolf. Gengnya terdiri dari 4 anak remaja dan 1 anjing. Ada Sporty, Thomas, Oscar dan Petra. That’s right guys. Novelnya STOP. Novelis kedua yang karyanya paling banyak gue baca setelah Agatha Christie.
Gue kenal Sidney Sheldon awalnya dari miniseri di RCTI yang judulnya If Tommorrow Comes yang dilakonin sama Tom Berenger dan Madolyn Smythe. Dan dari dongengan cici gue (again) tentang the Sands of Time. Novel doi yang gue baca sendiri cuma 1, yang judulnya Konspirasi Hari Kiamat. Kebetulan waktu itu gue lagi keranjingan isu-isu UFO (gubrag). Setelah yang itu, karya2 om Sheldon cuma gue kenal lewat film or cerita orang-orang. Maap, genrenya ngga gitu cocok ama selera gue.
Kemudian datanglah Mary Higgins Clark. Si New Yorker gaek yang satu ini tulisannya sedikit mirip ama Ratu Kriminil gue (tante Christie). Tapi kalo Clark lebih fokus ke thrillernya. Misterinya sendiri ngga nyaingin Christie. Tapi tetep, keren. Genre nya masuk ke gue. Judul novelnya dia selalu diambil dari judul lagu taon 70-an. While You Were Sleeping, You Belong To Me, All Around the Town, Love to Sing Love to Dance, dll.
Pengalaman gue yang paling berkesan sepanjang sejarah pembacaan novel adalah waktu pertama kali gue nyoba baca novelnya Anne Rice, yang judulnya Interview with the Vampire. Waktu itu kayaknya gue kelas II or III SMP. Bukunya minjem dari tempat sewa buku deket kampus cici gue. Terus terang sebenernya gue ngga bisa berenti baca tu buku. Tapi mungkin saking tajamnya pena Mrs Rice, gue mulai hanyut kebawa emosi waktu Louise si Vampire menggambarkan bagaimana dia melihat matahari terbitnya yang terakhir. Dan waktu gue bangun tidur gue kebayang-bayang ama suramnya cerita Louise, trus gue jd stress. Then I decided to stop reading the book. Years after, waktu filmnya udah dijual bebas di DVD bajakan, baru gue berani nonton tu film, bareng-bareng ama orang serumah. Not that I’m scared of the vampires. But the gloomy feeling I couldn’t handle before. Tapi untungnya nonton itu pengalaman yang jauhhhhh berbeda dengan membaca. Dengan nonton, emosi loe lebih aman. Loe bisa stay di luar, ngga perlu terperosok dalem-dalem.
To be continued...
Friday, December 24, 2010
An Evening before Christmas
Dec 24th 2010
Dearest J,
It’s Ur 2010th anniversary already. Time does fly before we know it. Yeah… U told me about it once in Your book.
Anyway, it’s so splendid down here. With all the Christmas trees, the caroling choirs, the presents and all. It ain’t snowing around here. But I think I can imagine how it feels like, the cold snow in the winter. The warm fireplace…
I’m sure U can see it all. And I hope U’re happy with all the celebration we held for You.
I know, it was kinda different on the day You were born. But hey, remember the brightest star that shone upon Your birthplace? Our glittering trees and lamps can never beat that one for sure. And the troops of angles who were singing in the sky for You? Bet no choir here on Earth can rival their voices. And the three rich gentlemen who’d traveled far just to see You and give You expensive presents. Your folks must have been so delighted by their visit then.
J, I just wanna say thanks. You make everyday a gift for me. Sorry if I get too busy that I ignore You sometimes. It’s not that I forget You or anything. Perhaps I’m just too sure that You never remove me from Your best friends list no matter what. J, it’s just so hard being You. I wish I can cheer You up when You’re troubled. But many times I find myself being cheered by You instead. And I don’t remember when’s the last time I ever help You with anything while You’re never absent when I needed help.
I just want You to know that You are and will always be my best of the best friend. In Your birthday, I wish that all your best friends will love You more. I wish more people become Your best friends. Give my warmest regards to Your wonderful folks. And J, take care of my loved ones at Your house right now. How’s the party goin’ on up there? Just as splendid I’m sure.
Happy Birthday J. You rock my world.
Love forever,
Me.
Dearest J,
It’s Ur 2010th anniversary already. Time does fly before we know it. Yeah… U told me about it once in Your book.
Anyway, it’s so splendid down here. With all the Christmas trees, the caroling choirs, the presents and all. It ain’t snowing around here. But I think I can imagine how it feels like, the cold snow in the winter. The warm fireplace…
I’m sure U can see it all. And I hope U’re happy with all the celebration we held for You.
I know, it was kinda different on the day You were born. But hey, remember the brightest star that shone upon Your birthplace? Our glittering trees and lamps can never beat that one for sure. And the troops of angles who were singing in the sky for You? Bet no choir here on Earth can rival their voices. And the three rich gentlemen who’d traveled far just to see You and give You expensive presents. Your folks must have been so delighted by their visit then.
J, I just wanna say thanks. You make everyday a gift for me. Sorry if I get too busy that I ignore You sometimes. It’s not that I forget You or anything. Perhaps I’m just too sure that You never remove me from Your best friends list no matter what. J, it’s just so hard being You. I wish I can cheer You up when You’re troubled. But many times I find myself being cheered by You instead. And I don’t remember when’s the last time I ever help You with anything while You’re never absent when I needed help.
I just want You to know that You are and will always be my best of the best friend. In Your birthday, I wish that all your best friends will love You more. I wish more people become Your best friends. Give my warmest regards to Your wonderful folks. And J, take care of my loved ones at Your house right now. How’s the party goin’ on up there? Just as splendid I’m sure.
Happy Birthday J. You rock my world.
Love forever,
Me.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Last Breath
Jesus came to me
and He whispered
So that I would not be afraid
He told me that once, He also died.
and He whispered
So that I would not be afraid
He told me that once, He also died.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Dreaming My Dreams
What I’m going to write here just about now, are my dreams. The dreams that sneak into my mind in each waking moment. They are alive, I can feel them running through my veins. I didn’t know how to communicate them, and sometimes it’s just hard to answer their callings, as well as to discover the very spot from where they come.
Let me start now with the utmost one. The one that urges my fingers from time to time, to dance and write. Just about anything that my heart desires. And through those my writings, I would take many people to a solemn reflection of human life. To deeper thoughts about The Truth. And not to some extravagant lies which have driven the world to just the very wrong ideas.
And then I’m gonna see the beautiful creations of The Almighty. The mountains and the valleys. The oceans and the steppes. The desert and the rain forests. I will breathe and be mesmerized by His grace and majesty. And then I will write it down, share it to the others, who wish to taste the master piece of the universe.
I dream of living a peaceful life. To embrace every member of the loved ones. Thus inspire them, like my Very Best Friend has inspired me. I don’t desire being a star who live each day under the spotlight. I just want to be an inspiration, like the cool wind breeze that soothes the raging heat far, far away. Unseen, but felt.
Home… will be where my heart is. It will be built out of modesty, simplicity, and warmth, on a very strong foundation. And of course, I will have my Very Best Friend there, to dine with me and to fill my cup everyday. So I will not be thirsty. Let the world be busy with its chores, the competition, the trades and all, as I watch everything revolves around its course, from my very own home, there, where I will make use of my hands, my mind and all other gifts granted upon me.
Oh dear… it’s still too raw and abstract. But it’s my heart that whispers. And I just can’t stop my fingers from dancing.
Let me start now with the utmost one. The one that urges my fingers from time to time, to dance and write. Just about anything that my heart desires. And through those my writings, I would take many people to a solemn reflection of human life. To deeper thoughts about The Truth. And not to some extravagant lies which have driven the world to just the very wrong ideas.
And then I’m gonna see the beautiful creations of The Almighty. The mountains and the valleys. The oceans and the steppes. The desert and the rain forests. I will breathe and be mesmerized by His grace and majesty. And then I will write it down, share it to the others, who wish to taste the master piece of the universe.
I dream of living a peaceful life. To embrace every member of the loved ones. Thus inspire them, like my Very Best Friend has inspired me. I don’t desire being a star who live each day under the spotlight. I just want to be an inspiration, like the cool wind breeze that soothes the raging heat far, far away. Unseen, but felt.
Home… will be where my heart is. It will be built out of modesty, simplicity, and warmth, on a very strong foundation. And of course, I will have my Very Best Friend there, to dine with me and to fill my cup everyday. So I will not be thirsty. Let the world be busy with its chores, the competition, the trades and all, as I watch everything revolves around its course, from my very own home, there, where I will make use of my hands, my mind and all other gifts granted upon me.
Oh dear… it’s still too raw and abstract. But it’s my heart that whispers. And I just can’t stop my fingers from dancing.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Work Spell
Apa yang aku kerjakan
Adalah bukan semata-mata kewajiban
Atau mainan untuk memberi makan egoku
Bukan sarana untuk menghamba pada dunia
Yang tidak kenal inti kebenaran dari semuanya
Apa yang aku kerjakan
Adalah hadiah dari Dia Sang Empunya
Untuk menempaku dalam kedisiplinan
Untuk belajar setia pada hal-hal kecil
Sebelum Dia menuntunku ke padang yang terjanji
Maka pergilah rasa iri dan dengki
Tinggalkan aku dalam damai Nya
Beri aku ruang ‘tuk mengerjakan
Apa yang menjadi porsiku
Apa yang dirancangkan untukku
Demi Dia… yang mengasihiku.
Adalah bukan semata-mata kewajiban
Atau mainan untuk memberi makan egoku
Bukan sarana untuk menghamba pada dunia
Yang tidak kenal inti kebenaran dari semuanya
Apa yang aku kerjakan
Adalah hadiah dari Dia Sang Empunya
Untuk menempaku dalam kedisiplinan
Untuk belajar setia pada hal-hal kecil
Sebelum Dia menuntunku ke padang yang terjanji
Maka pergilah rasa iri dan dengki
Tinggalkan aku dalam damai Nya
Beri aku ruang ‘tuk mengerjakan
Apa yang menjadi porsiku
Apa yang dirancangkan untukku
Demi Dia… yang mengasihiku.
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The Regret
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