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Sekali lagi kau lantunkan sebuah tembang lawas dari negri mungil berjuluk kondang tempat dulu kami tanam mimpi Setiap ketukan iringi lantunan itu tembang lawas dengan lirik dangkal yang khusyuk kau dendang kembali teringat kenang kami Ingat pada hijaunya mimpi yang kami semai Ingat pada hangatnya jingga matahari yang sentuh hati Ingat pada lelagu yang pernah buai diri Tapi waktu berlalu dan kami beranjak yang kami semai tak tumbuh berpinak malah kembang dianggap onak Ketika lagi kau lantunkan oh itu tembang lawas kami pun bernyanyi lagu sendiri dari tanah tempat mimpi kami kini berdiri

The power of orange knickers Under my petty coat The power of listening to what You don't want me to know Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist Those girls that smile kindly then rip your life to pieces? Can somebody tell me now am I alone with this This little pill in my hand and with this secret kiss Am I alone in this... A matter of complication When you become a twist For their latest drink As they're transitioning == The Power of Orange Knickers== Tori Amos, 2005. Ketahuilah bahwa kalian tidak sendiri Demikian pun aku Jarak yang jauh bisa ditempuh dengan sekali klik Atau beberapa kali natnitnutnetnot tuut...tuut... Ketahuilah bahwa Celana Dalam Superman itu sudah babak belur Mungkin kita perlu beli yang warna oranye Mungkin beli di Pasar Tana Abang (Titip beli ya Neneng Jebret Putri Walet, ukuran kita sama, ukuran Ditsky, Tanti, dan Nyi Tolombong sama tapi beda dari kita ekekeke) Atau mungkin beli di Belanda dari bahan kaos tim sepakbola Ne...

Akhirnya setelah gagal dua kali, tadi menonton Angels and Demons di bioskop. Padahal rencananya hari ini nonton Terminator. Tapi ya sudahlah. Sudah resiko datang telat. Toh saya memang pengen nonton film ini semenjak minggu lalu. Angels and Demons diangkat dari buku yang berjudul sama, yang ditulis oleh Dan Brown. Buat yang belum tahu Dan Brown itu siapa, silahkan meluncur ke situs Wikipedia dan mencari informasi mengenai beliau. Buat yang sudah pernah menonton atau membaca The Da Vinci's Cod e, film ini masih berhubungan erat dengan cerita Da Vinci's Code . Pertama, tokohnya masih sama, Robert Langdon. Seorang profesor ahli simbol dari universitas Harvard yang agak-agak ngocol (kalau di bukunya). Kedua, sebetulnya novel Angels and Demon s ditulis dan terbit lebih dulu daripada Da Vinci's Code . Samar-samar saya bisa menebak kenapa di Indonesia versi terjemahan buku ini diterbitkan justru sesudah Da Vinci's Code meledak di pasaran dengan segala kontroversiny...

Inilah dia novel kedua Windry Ramadhina setelah romansa sederhana dalam novel debutnya dulu yang berjudul Orange. Metropolis sesungguhnya adalah karya yang lebih kuat, dan tentunya mengejutkan pembaca yang sudah pernah membaca Orange. Penyebabnya antara lain karena perubahan genre yang dapat dikategorikan drastis; dari romansa nyaris remaja ke genre kriminal yang lebih dewasa. Saya merasa senang karena sekali lagi Windry menggunakan petilan dari plot cerita Metropolis sebagai kunci pemikat di sampul belakang novel ini, tidak sekedar umbar endorsement dari rekan penulis seperti strategi penulis pada umumnya. Sayangnya, dibandingkan dengan kunci pemikat Orange, petilan plot Metropolis yang ini kurang menarik sebenarnya sebagai kunci pemikat calon pembeli (dan pembaca) novel ini. Saya pernah membaca bab pertama Metropolis yang sengaja Windry lepas ke publik melalui web blog pribadinya, dan terus terang bab pertama itulah yang meyakinkan saya untuk rela membeli novel kedua Windry ini, y...

Meskipun gue selalu menyebut dia si Manyun, tapi sebetulnya yang lebih sering manyun itu gue. Alasannya macem-macem, tapi kayaknya lebih pas dibilang kalo gue sering manyun karena gue cewek. Hahaha. Seksis? Lebih cocok dan lebih cenderung karena hormon sih. Apalagi menjelang dapet. Alhamdulillah, masih dapet, manyun deh. Sejauh ini kami berhasil senantiasa sinkronisasi yang agak basi dengan melakukan manyun bergantian. Kadang-kadang terjadi jadwal manyun yang bertindihan alias overlapping, atau manyun yang kadaluarsa karena berkepanjangan, sehingga tak terhindarkan terjadilah yang disebut manyun massal. Manyun massal ini saudara-saudara, sangat mengerikan. Amit-amit jabang bayi tolak bala puah puah, jangan sampai terjadi sering. Barusan gue nyari di KBBI dan kamus Indonesia-Inggris, ternyata "manyun" nggak ada dalam daftar. Dari mana ya asal kata manyun ini? Yang jelas bibir manyun artinya yang kayak Angelina Jolie itu... atau Thukul Reynaldi. Hm. Ya, perbandingan yan...

Learning to love you or myself will be the hardest It's fine I guess, people will have to grow and learn or learn to grow One thing is sure: The goodbye at the train station, I will not miss [Yogya, 15 May 2009] Sweet Potato -Sia- She cooks you sweet potato, you don't like aubergine She knows to boil the kettle when you hum bars from grease She senses you are lonely, but still she can't be sure And so she stands and waits anticipating your thoughts How can she become the psychic that she longs to be to understand you He brushes thoroughly, he knows she likes fresh breath He rushes to the station, he waits atop the steps He's brought with him a mars bar, she will not buy nestle And later he'll perform a love-lorn serenade, a trade How can he become the psychic that he longs to be to understand you So give her information to help her fill her holes Give an ounce of power so he does not feel controlled Help her to acknowledge the pain that y...

Twilight: Director's Notebook by Catherine Hardwicke My review rating: 4 of 5 stars No, I am not a twylla. I found this book in Aksara book store Kemang and it was a lot thinner than Twilight. It turns out the content is much more interesting in every aspect, also "heavier". It is, exactly like the title, the director's notebook. It is filled with small details of the movie making process, the behind the scene details if you like. It is, more or less filled with some technical stuffs of the film production. Not a complete one, because after all, this book I think is made with Twyllas in mind. So, it has more of the "cool" and "good look" aspects (read: photos of the casts). What is a Twylla you might ask? a Twylla is a Twilight die hard fans. Nevertheless, this book can make a good gift for teenagers who are aspiring film-makers. View all my reviews.

Akum sebetulnya udah ngasih ini lama tapi baru hari ini sempat posting ini. Hore dapat award!  Terima kasih terima kasih. Pertama puji syukur ke hadirat Tuhan Yang Maha Esa yang sudah melimpahkan segala berkah dan karunianya. Lalu saya mengucapkan terima kasih pada Emak saya, Ibunda Ratu Alam Semesta-ku, yang pada tahun 1995 telah memberikan saya satu perangkat PC. Kemudian tak lupa terima kasih pada Akum yang telah memberikan award ini... dan tak terlewatkan semua pemancing isi Kulam Ikan Tetangga yang sering ngintip apakah ada ikan baru di kulam atau tidak. Nah, sesuai dengan peraturan, saya akan mengestafetkan penghargaan ini kepada: Diane, the Recycled Darling  :) I love your blog, Di! Gendis & Ilen yang Lurus dan Keriting  :) hihihi dan  Writers Circle yang suka mangkal di RL . Jarang gagal memberikan inspirasi :)

Time does tell have you heard? Time does tell I didn't even have to do anything Your colors are showing Can't you see? It's not like your hair-roots need retouching I didn't even have to point it out and, it, they're already seeing I still asked you know, Is it my bad? Did I instigate this? Just to make sure that I was right, how you brought this upon yourself I am glad I won't lie I am glad I am glad that they were there to see it for themselves and how it didn't even need the slightest pushing Oh yes I am childish and weird and the such the labels oh you did put on me years and years back It won't wear off as you know it well, it stuck and sticks and after a while I really don't mind because at least now I can look back and really have a good laugh How about you? Hey, can you still look back and still have your good laugh? Because, perhaps... well, just perhaps we can laugh it off together? :D

Haduh, rasanya banyak bener yang belum ditulis, antara lain hutang jurnal hari terakhir rangkaian proses pemerawanan pispot . Tapi ndapapa lah ya. Per tanggal 13 Maret kemarin sebetulnya adalah pas 1 tahun gue berboyongboyong ke Jakarta dan tinggal di Ibu Kota Indonesia ini . Per tanggal 17 Maret kemarin adalah pas 1 tahun gue jadi karyawati kantoran. Kalo istilah orang kantor, gue udah boleh lulusan. Gue langsung sms Yang Mulia Ibunda Ratu Alam Semesta: "Mamih, ikk tiada tahan lagih, ikk pingin pindah sahaja dari Kota inih " Itu versi lebaynya. Sebetulnya nyokap dan gue berbalas sms dengan isi yang cukup serius. Gue yakin diam-diam nyokap menahan hasrat pengen muntah. Tapi, pada intinya beliau bilang "It's your life, your choices". Bisa jadi beliau pengen memanfaatkan senjata mustajab kaum Ibu, tapi gue udah lama sekali memikirkan dan memutuskan hal ini sebetulnya, jadi senjata mustajab tersebut kurang mujarab. Walaupun agak manyun dan ngeles kalo dibil...

bahwa tidak apa-apa menarik nafas. bahwa tidak apa-apa menjadi jauh. bahwa tidak apa-apa ingin kembali. bahwa waktu memang penentu tapi bukan raja atau ratu. bahwa semuanya berasal dari dalam dirimu. bahwa sesekali percaya itu perlu. bahwa ada yang namanya kesempatan kedua. bahwa cinta dan romansa itu memang candu. bahwa ketagihan candu asmara itu tidak apa-apa. bahwa manusia itu manusia. gambar diculik dari halaman Wings of A Messiah

Matahari baru terbit dan kita bertiga duduk dalam lingkar percakapan segala arah. Kamu aneh, dia rindu, saya sedang tak bisa berpikir. Dalam keadaan begitu saya asal taruh benda di atas meja biar bisa dilihat semuanya segala. Seperti diberi aba-aba kita bertiga mulai ketawa. Kamu aneh, dia rindu, saya sedang iseng saja. Lalu kamu mulai merentet meracau. Tanpa aba-aba saya ulang saya punya ketawa. Dia, walau agak sendu akibat rindu, menimpali dengan kisah tentang "di kamar saya di Eropa, saya dikelilingi benda-benda penuh memori sentimentil". Sementara itu saya berusaha memutuskan akan menunjukkan apa lagi agar sendeku pagi tak terlalu sepi. Itu dia, cangkir-cangkir teh keramik putih meditatif berisi aneka macam bunyi mulai dari kroak gagak malam hingga paduan suara anjing, lengkap jadi satu, semuanya ke atas meja. Paling mutakhir serumu sambil berdiri! Paling masa kini! Aku tuangkan buat kita bertiga campuran hangat terma penuai pesona, yang pepak penuh desau pemukau pat...

Wahay kalian yang bertujuh, saya diserang malarindu. Saya rindu buih putih ketika ombak memecah di pantai berpasir, menjilat jari-jari kaki saya yang telanjang. Saya rindu aroma asin ketika angin mendesau tubuh, menerpa kulit, membelai rambut. Saya rindu aroma tabir surya. Saya rindu aroma kayu yang basah air laut. Saya rindu warna cerah, putih dan biru di angkasa, hijau biru turkis hingga cakrawala. Kadang-kadang saya gamang membayangkannya nyaris tak bertepi, bagai tak berdasar. Kadang juga saya ngeri membayangkan ubur-ubur dan ikan hiu dan bulu babi yang berbahaya bila sampai berjumpa lalu terluka.  (Seringnya saya muntah berkantung-kantung plastik lalu terkapar tak berdaya, hihihi) Tapi oh tapi... saya diserang malarindu begitu hebatnya sampai seluruh persendian ini lemas rasanya, dan dada saya sesak ingin menangis saja, dan saya hanya bisa duduk terdiam cukup lama untuk menahannya. Wahay kalian yang bertujuh itu... kapan kita bersepuluh bisa bersama pergi ke pant...

I got a new pair of shoes and finally get to wear them today. Apparently they match my old green cheongsam just fine! They're also more comfy than I first expected them to be. Well, they better be coz I got them for S$ 34 :) It is by date, the most expensive foot wear article I ever had. Heh heh heh. Ze quin Yes I know I haven't completed the last two entry of the travel journal. Overwhelmed with many things. So I shall ... just .... load this, uh huh... and back to werk. :P PS: yes... I know... I gained weight the last couple of weeks. I am an emotional eater... :D

Mid 2008, Bert Lioni returned from her 4 months spiritual journey to India. She brought back, among other unspiritual things, these songs, the soundtrack of an Indian film titled Jodhaa Akbar . Since I've somewhat been a sucker for bhajans , this particular bhajan immediately stole my attention. Eventhough I didn't know what it means, the song is very lovely. Have a listen yourself. Mann Mohana by Bela Shende More Bela Shende music on iLike Several months later we finally get our hands on the film DVD copy... it was... well... a typical Indian film :D The scene, to which the bhajan Mann Mohana is attached to, is quite cute. The moslem Mughal Emperor Akbar brought back his newlywed bride to his castle, but he has not seen her face since in their brief meeting and even during the wedding, the Rajput Princess kept her veil on. In the morning during something like a legislative meeting, all the Mughal court ministers protested Emperor Akbar's decision in taking a ...

Batam today, we left with the 10:30 AM Citilink Garuda flight. The flight took two hours which most of it I spent dozing on and off. I was only awake to take photos when we took off and again as we landed. My mother, sister and I got the seats near the front exit door. Right before we took off one of the flight attendants briefed us about "how to open this emergency front door in case of an emergency landing", it was rather perplexing partially because the flight attendant is a newbie and partially because... well, episodes of LOST! and other flight disaster films started to flash in my head. How do I know the flight attendant is a newbie? There were about seven flight attendants on the plane and it wasn't even a big one (also it's not a long distance domestic route). One of them was looking a lot older and authoritative aura emanated from her, she also wore pants while the others wore knee-length shorts. Two of the flight attendants introduced themselves as sen...

Following through Her Highness Mother Queen of myUniverse designs and plans, I set out on a journey by means of a train to the East to join Her Highness' party by Friday morning. It started out not as pleasant as one might expect as an escape from the City of Hells and Angels (read: Jakarta) The morning was bright but the afternoon was rainy and under such weather I managed to stop a cab, only to travel for over an hour through the shitty traffic from Brawijaya-Prapanca to the Gambir train station. The one hour cab trip was... annoying. The driver kept talking on the phone for over 50 minutes of, and kept on going slow when I urged him to go faster when it was necessary. I nearly missed my train. And what's more annoying was to listen at half of the phone conversation. Apparently the other end tried to convince my cab driver to join some sort of an MLM enterprise, at first my cab driver seemed to resist the idea. You think if you get offered something fishy and you're not ...

They say you can tell so much about someone from the things they wear. These are my footwear. I would've gotten more if I can get away with it, which unfortunately.. yeah I can't.... Anyhoo... Can you tell what kind of a person I am from this lineup? :p Not too hard to guess, am sure. AHAHA PS: the brown pair at the bottom is new. I have a nearly similar pair but in black leather at my mother's house. It is this _ close to be claimed by my sister as hers. 

This morning was so bright and hot, and past midday... it started to rain! Incredible how the weather takes turns. Work was usual, but I found this obituary article at The Telegraph today. Christy Nolan, who died on February 20 aged 43, made a remarkable career as a novelist despite suffering from cerebral palsy as a result of being deprived of oxygen at birth Unable to talk, walk or use his hands, he was confined to a wheelchair – but his intellect was unimpaired. He wrote by using a special keyboard; to help him type, his mother often held his head in her cupped hands while he painstakingly picked out each word, letter by letter, with the aid of a rod, or "unicorn stick", attached to a headband which allowed him slowly to tap out words on a typewriter. (to read more, just click this ) Reading the obituary, I was overwhelmed with sadness. I hardly knew Nolan, or ever heard of him, and here I am mourning for the loss of a remarkable soul. ...

Kebangun jam setengah tiga pagi. Nggak bisa bobo lagi. Ngobrol sama yang masih nyala juga karena nonton bola, Ubi. Nelpon omJ, gara-gara ketiduran dia baru pulang dari tempat Teddy jam 4 pagi. Di latar belakang terdengar Beka ribut sibuk gangguin Abby. Diajakin main bola nggak mau, gangguin Abby lagi, terus sama omJ dia dimarahi. Ah si om, nelponnya cuma delapan menit nih. "Udah ya Nek, besok kamu kesiangan lagi," Besok gimana wong ini aja udah pagi. Laper, bikin mi campur spaghetti. Abisan laper banget tapi masa cuma tinggal sebungkus kecil doang itu mi? BTW, minya rasa kari, hihihi. Ditambah sosis sapi, persediaan yang udah ada di kulkas dari kapan hari. Abis mateng, dimakan sambil jongkok di pintu kamar mandi. Aneh gak sih? Tapi beneran tadi makannya sambil jongkok di pintu kamar mandi, ngadep ember isi rendeman baju, ceritanya semi kontemplasi. Sekarang abis nulis ini, rencananya nyuci, tapi lebih kepingin tidur lagi.... kayak Cumi.