Really, I have not much things to write down now, so let's see, I probably would only summarize what I read recently. Only those 10 first news I can recall right now.
1: Ravi hatred case in New Jersey (from NYT)
2: Afghanistan mass killing by US soldier
3: Afghanistan killing due to Koran burning
4: Israel vs Iran vs US nuclear dispute
5: The Sun Storm
6: Gubernur election DKI
7: Demo BBM
8: Infotainment
9: PSSI dispute
10: Anti pornography task force established by SBY, another stupidity
Sooo..since the world is still running out there with its hush and rush, -oh, beside the two serious threats to our life in this planet: nuclear and the sun explosion.
Really, other than that, let's just do what we have to do. Have a nice weekend!
Just some rough ideas about life and the small daily crumbs..
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
New hairdo
OK here's the story.
Last month I went to a beauty salon, impulsively. Just got in without a plan, feeling that my hair was too long.
I asked them to cut it short.
But, ooh, it was a bit too short.
Then I left it thinking I was gonna be all right.
Wrong.
Every morning and every time I was in a windy environment, my hair was so worryingly 'unregulated'
Messy.
Then one day I thought, 'That's too much, I gotta solve this crazy hair problem'.
So I once again visited the salon, and asked them to smoothing it.
I know that smoothing would not make my hair too straight like straw, or like Korean celebrities.
But alas, after the long, tiring process, I looked at it, and voila!
My hair now looked like...bunch of straw! And like Korean artists wannabe!
So I gotta fixed it every morning, still.
Again facing a problem, just a different one: now I gotta roll them every morning, or they will look so straight that it looks like my head was just being ironed.
Risky step risky outcome.
But though, I tend to look for a bright side of every single event in life.
This one is not an exception.
Soo, what did I do?
Experiment with the straightened hair style.
Ha ha ha
Last month I went to a beauty salon, impulsively. Just got in without a plan, feeling that my hair was too long.
I asked them to cut it short.
But, ooh, it was a bit too short.
Then I left it thinking I was gonna be all right.
Wrong.
Every morning and every time I was in a windy environment, my hair was so worryingly 'unregulated'
Messy.
Then one day I thought, 'That's too much, I gotta solve this crazy hair problem'.
So I once again visited the salon, and asked them to smoothing it.
I know that smoothing would not make my hair too straight like straw, or like Korean celebrities.
But alas, after the long, tiring process, I looked at it, and voila!
My hair now looked like...bunch of straw! And like Korean artists wannabe!
So I gotta fixed it every morning, still.
Again facing a problem, just a different one: now I gotta roll them every morning, or they will look so straight that it looks like my head was just being ironed.
Risky step risky outcome.
But though, I tend to look for a bright side of every single event in life.
This one is not an exception.
Soo, what did I do?
Experiment with the straightened hair style.
Ha ha ha
*The pic here was taken almost a week after the 'smoothing' :)
Monday, March 5, 2012
Back to 80's
Sesaat saya pikir saya berada di mesin waktu. Tadi siang sepulang dari salon untuk mengurusi rambut saya yang berantakan, hujan gerimis di luar. Dari lokasi salon itu, saya harus berjalan kaki sekitar 200 meter untuk sampai ke tempat di mana saya bisa mendapatkan angkot yang menuju ke rumah saya. Saat berjalan ke luar diiringi dengan ucapan selamat jalan dari mbak-mbak salon itu, saya baru sadar bahwa ini sudah hampir pukul setengah dua siang dan saya belum makan siang.
Saya terus mengayunkan kaki sambil berpikir, jika da warung yang nampak menjanjikan di pinggir jalan ini, saya akan berhenti untuk makan di situ. Saya sempat berhenti dan masuk ke dalam sebuah warung mi ayam dan bakso, di mana ada satu keluarga, bapak, ibu dan anak balita yang sedang makan di meja yang berbeda. Tempatnya agak kotor tapi masih bisa ditolerir. Tapi saat saya mencari-cari pemiliknya di mana, saya jadi ragu, karena melihat keluarga itu menaruh sepatu anaknya di atas meja makan. Selera makan saya mendadak hilang. Saya pun lanjut berjalan.
Sudah 50 meter dari tempat saya seharusnya menyetop angkot, namun belum ada warung juga yang seperti saya bayangkan. Akhirnya, sekitar 5 meter dari tepi jalan raya, ada sebuah warung kecil mi ayam dan bakso (juga), dengan sebuah gerobak mi ayam mengepul-ngepul di depannya. Saya pun berbelok masuk dan memesan semangkuk mi ayam dan segelas jeruk panas.
Duduk di bangku panjang di bawah atap menjulur dari warung kecil itu, saya mengamati pembeli lainnya: seorang ibu muda di dalam kios warung itu dan sepasang suami istri sekitar 30-an akhir di samping depan saya. Sang istri berjilbab gelap dan sang suami agak botak. Tukang mi ayam membawakan pesanan saya, dan sambil menunggu pembeli lainnya, ia duduk dan mendengarkan radio.
Karena Facebook dari HP sangat membosankan (saya membaca sedikit update dan kemudian merasa bosan), sayapun melihat-lihat sekeliling. Warung ini bersambungan dengan sebuah salon kecantikan juga, namun tampak tidak terlalu jelas papannya, hanya selembar spanduk yang hurufnya pun kecil-kecil, tergantung dari tirisan atap sampai hampir menutupi bagian atas daun pintu masuknya. Harganya standar: cuci blow xxx rupiah, masker dan creambath: xxxx rupiah, rebonding: mulai 200 ribu rupiah, dan seterusnya.
Setelah itu saya sadar bahwa lagu-lagu yang dari tadi terdengar, kedengaran seperti lagu lama. Suaranya seperti suara Tomi J. Pisa, penyanyi tahun 80'an yang terkenal dengan kecengengannya. Kami di rumah menjulukinya penyanyi kesayangan Menteri Transportasi karena semua lagunya selalu berkaitan dengan moda transportasi: entah itu berpisah di terminal bis, atau stasiun kereta, atau di bandar udara. Saat ini sekitar pukul 2 siang dan hari minggu sehingga lalu lintas pun agak lengang. Tak terdengar banyak bunyi-bunyian kendaraan dari jalan raya, sehingga suara radio penjual mi pun semakin jelas. Benarlah, itu Tommy J. Pisa! Lagunya: tentang berpisah di batas kota, mendayu-dayu dan menyedihkan itu. Diiringi dengan obrolan tidak jelas dari pasangan setengah baya, dan penjual mi ayam yang terkantuk-kantuk menunggu pembeli, serta si ibu muda yang membaca Pos Kota, saya tiba-tiba merasa seperti berada di dunia lain. Seperti mengalami teleportasi ke tahun 80-an. Sore-sore dimana hanya ada suara radio, karena televisi baru disiarkan hampir menjelang malam dan berada di tengah-tengah kehidupan orang-orang bersahaja, yang masih bisa mengobrol dan tertawa lepas, di warung pinggir jalan seperti ini, di mana aroma MSG cukup terasa gurihnya di penciuman (mungkin itu yang membuat saya selalu berpikir bahwa mi ayam paling enak adalah mi ayam gerobak pinggir jalan: no other restaurant's type of mi ayam can beat them!). Ditambah dengan mendung dan rintik hujan di luar, lirik lagu Tommy J. Pisa kedengaran makin memilukan. Teringatlah saya akan acara Kamera Ria, Aneka Ria Safari, dan Album Minggu Ini milik TVRI dimana penyanyi seperti Tommy ini pernah berjaya..Dan sayapun seperti sedang teleportasi......
Saya terus mengayunkan kaki sambil berpikir, jika da warung yang nampak menjanjikan di pinggir jalan ini, saya akan berhenti untuk makan di situ. Saya sempat berhenti dan masuk ke dalam sebuah warung mi ayam dan bakso, di mana ada satu keluarga, bapak, ibu dan anak balita yang sedang makan di meja yang berbeda. Tempatnya agak kotor tapi masih bisa ditolerir. Tapi saat saya mencari-cari pemiliknya di mana, saya jadi ragu, karena melihat keluarga itu menaruh sepatu anaknya di atas meja makan. Selera makan saya mendadak hilang. Saya pun lanjut berjalan.
Sudah 50 meter dari tempat saya seharusnya menyetop angkot, namun belum ada warung juga yang seperti saya bayangkan. Akhirnya, sekitar 5 meter dari tepi jalan raya, ada sebuah warung kecil mi ayam dan bakso (juga), dengan sebuah gerobak mi ayam mengepul-ngepul di depannya. Saya pun berbelok masuk dan memesan semangkuk mi ayam dan segelas jeruk panas.
Duduk di bangku panjang di bawah atap menjulur dari warung kecil itu, saya mengamati pembeli lainnya: seorang ibu muda di dalam kios warung itu dan sepasang suami istri sekitar 30-an akhir di samping depan saya. Sang istri berjilbab gelap dan sang suami agak botak. Tukang mi ayam membawakan pesanan saya, dan sambil menunggu pembeli lainnya, ia duduk dan mendengarkan radio.
Karena Facebook dari HP sangat membosankan (saya membaca sedikit update dan kemudian merasa bosan), sayapun melihat-lihat sekeliling. Warung ini bersambungan dengan sebuah salon kecantikan juga, namun tampak tidak terlalu jelas papannya, hanya selembar spanduk yang hurufnya pun kecil-kecil, tergantung dari tirisan atap sampai hampir menutupi bagian atas daun pintu masuknya. Harganya standar: cuci blow xxx rupiah, masker dan creambath: xxxx rupiah, rebonding: mulai 200 ribu rupiah, dan seterusnya.
Setelah itu saya sadar bahwa lagu-lagu yang dari tadi terdengar, kedengaran seperti lagu lama. Suaranya seperti suara Tomi J. Pisa, penyanyi tahun 80'an yang terkenal dengan kecengengannya. Kami di rumah menjulukinya penyanyi kesayangan Menteri Transportasi karena semua lagunya selalu berkaitan dengan moda transportasi: entah itu berpisah di terminal bis, atau stasiun kereta, atau di bandar udara. Saat ini sekitar pukul 2 siang dan hari minggu sehingga lalu lintas pun agak lengang. Tak terdengar banyak bunyi-bunyian kendaraan dari jalan raya, sehingga suara radio penjual mi pun semakin jelas. Benarlah, itu Tommy J. Pisa! Lagunya: tentang berpisah di batas kota, mendayu-dayu dan menyedihkan itu. Diiringi dengan obrolan tidak jelas dari pasangan setengah baya, dan penjual mi ayam yang terkantuk-kantuk menunggu pembeli, serta si ibu muda yang membaca Pos Kota, saya tiba-tiba merasa seperti berada di dunia lain. Seperti mengalami teleportasi ke tahun 80-an. Sore-sore dimana hanya ada suara radio, karena televisi baru disiarkan hampir menjelang malam dan berada di tengah-tengah kehidupan orang-orang bersahaja, yang masih bisa mengobrol dan tertawa lepas, di warung pinggir jalan seperti ini, di mana aroma MSG cukup terasa gurihnya di penciuman (mungkin itu yang membuat saya selalu berpikir bahwa mi ayam paling enak adalah mi ayam gerobak pinggir jalan: no other restaurant's type of mi ayam can beat them!). Ditambah dengan mendung dan rintik hujan di luar, lirik lagu Tommy J. Pisa kedengaran makin memilukan. Teringatlah saya akan acara Kamera Ria, Aneka Ria Safari, dan Album Minggu Ini milik TVRI dimana penyanyi seperti Tommy ini pernah berjaya..Dan sayapun seperti sedang teleportasi......
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Roxette Concert 03 March 2012
Too stuffy, the concert last night was for me. Too stuffy with old memories. I knew Roxette since Kupang time, SMP time, when I was a teenager, long long time ago, in that far far away island. When bemos were still way too loud. The speaker could deafen one's ears. But we loved it that way. The louder the better. Then when I moved to Java. The songs accompanied me in my days and nights when I lost inspiration to draw the architectural assignments. When I found ideas. When I did my activities with the accompaniment of my old Sony radio-tape recorder (my most valuable electronic equipment those university days). When I fell in love. When I was brokenhearted. The lyrics could cut my heart, bloody painful. When I was stressed and needed to scream in my work life back in Sby. Almost every moment in my life, they covered it (or at least, one of their song could be the background sound track :). I told my friends: I did not just buy the ticket. I bought my memories too, that I owed, or shared with Marie and Per (without them knowing, of course). The ticket was worth the old, bittersweet, memories.
It must have been love. This is the soundtrack of the movie 'Pretty Woman'. I watched it in KT - Kupang Theatre, in 1990-something. Over 20 years ago. I don't think I was already 17 those days, but I was allowed to enter because I was in group (either with my sisters or my school friends).
Listen to your heart. It's one of the first English song lyrics that I remembered by heart. I recall the very old days, I and my sister would sit closer to the radio, listened carefully to the local radio, Rhamagong FM, to broadcast its 'Lirik Lagu - Song Lyrics' program, a weekly program where the broadcaster read, pronounced the lyrics of the popular songs of the weeks. There were a lot of 'cover version' cassettes, and I learned about the word "notion" the first time was when I jotted down the lyrics, to distinguish the spelling with the cover version's cassettes' text: I've got an ocean - the right one is: I get a notion. I remember the broadcaster emphasized this phrase, and I seriously put attention on the diffrence.
Crash boom bang. "Every time I seemed to fall in love, crash boom bang. That's my real little name". Etc. Could not have been agreed more with the lyrics. So familiar with my own life. In addition, I clearly remember the video clip : white stairs with someone dressed like a little angel in a colorful background. MTV aired this clip quite often those days.
Fading like a flower. This song was used as our 'theme song' during our days in Architecture, when we were attempting to escape from the killer lecturer (who gave almost the entire class the mark 'D'). I and my gang, especially with Dina, made a very funny joke or 'plesetan' on this song, "Every time I see you oh I try to hide away, but when we meet it seems I can't let go...", interpreted as: every time we saw the lecturer, we tried to hide, but when we were with him (during the consultation), we could not really let go (alias: we were trapped:). Ooh..those silly old days...
Spending my time. When I asked myself too, as Marie sang...'what's the time? seemed it's already morning (and I have yet to find ideas and inspiration for my drawing assignments that should be submitted that very morning too... :s).
Anyone. Nothing can describe the feeling I felt those days but this song. And the video clip as well. Gloomy, depressive. "Any one who have a love close to this, knows what I'm saying. ..but everything more or less appears so meaningless, blue and cold..walking alone in the afternoon traffic, I miss you so.."
So far away. You're so far away...you never said goodbye..etc. Those sad, gloomy days again I could imagine, crystal clear in my mind. (refer to the previous blog post).
I wish I could fly. Subsequent to you're so far away, I wish I could fly out of the blue, over this town, following you..those days again. Over the roof tops great boulevard, to try to find out, who you really are..who you really are....
And many, many more of their lyrics that I could connect to the memories of my life. Since their golden days were 20 something years ago, I could only conclude one thing: that I'm getting older too. That my life, could have been written in a mellow style as their songs expressed, the Scandinavian style of coping with sadness, lost and broken heart: writing it..singing it...and let it gone by time.
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