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Just thinking…


about equilibrium point on ourselves. Does the darkside of us sometimes hurt ourselves? Massochist? Maybe we, well…i can’t hurt other people, so i hurt myself and i enjoy this. Is that massochist?

Ah…need fresh air so much 🙂

I think that the dark side of us is not an evil thing. Maybe it is because of our dark side we can protect ourselves or in other words we can say self defence.

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A Holiday Week

Ketemu sahabat lama, jalan-jalan ke ‘my future home’ ^^
Sebenernya salah satu ‘future home’ kali ye… Apa karena pengaruh umur, kok saya dah
mikirin ‘rumah masa depan’. Rasanya akan tenang kalo tinggal di tempat dataran tinggi yang polusi udaranya sedikit, sejuk, terkadang hujan rintik-rintik, orang-orang yang ramah,…and so on. Jadi, kandidatnya Lembang, Bogor atas, atau Magelang.

Beberapa hari yang lalu berkeliling kota Bogor, dan tidak disangka tidak sampai 6 jam kita bisa selesai keliling kota. “Emang Bogor segede apa??” itu komentar salah seorang teman kos dan sekaligus guide jalan-jalan ke Bogor. Standard si di sana, ke Tajur, beli asinan Bogor sama Roti Unyil *kaya manggil diri sendiri ;p*. Kami juga mencicipi tempat nge-date nya muda-mudi Bogor, namanya MP, menu andalannya makaroni panggang, fresh stoberinya juga hmmm…nyummiiii….. Well, harganya gak bagus kalo buat anak kos (pendapat pribadi), mending nabung ya buat beli hd eksternal atau tiket Java Jazz. *AdOH!* jangan sampe gw nonton sendiri, ayo dong yang lain juga pada nonton….. Udah keluar lho jadwalnya, bener2 naksir ama pertunjukkan hari sabtu n jumat, tapi keadaan keuangan hanya bisa untuk satu hari. Gimans dong???

Minggu ini menyenangkan, walaupun diawali komentar “nilai kamu biasa2 aja, cuma B+ B+
aja…” O iya, pembuatan pisang goreng keju juga sukses 🙂 Ya…selain komentar agak pedas, kembali ‘serangan’ yang agak menganggu saat tidur nyenyak datang lagi. Padahal segala macam upaya telah dilakukan untuk menangkal ‘serangan’ seperti itu lagi.

Kangen aku pada dirimu
tiada akan dapat terobati
tanpaku belai rambutmu kucium pipimu

Euh…gak usah dipikirin yang baris ketiga. Btw, itu lirik lagu Kangen nya Maliq & d’essentials. Mereka juga ada lho di Java Jazz.

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Prambors


I’m very sure that everybody who’s ever listened to the radio has already known that name. Prambors, always called itself “Radio Kawula Muda”. This radio has also fulfilled my morning daily life since i was in elementary school. From Becky-Dado, Angga-Warman, Venna-Irfan, Venna-Imam, and last Dagink-Desta. Actually, i started to hate this radio since i went to college because i thought it was too shallow.

But then, this morning, accidentally, i heard an interview in this radio about VOA
journalism. Well, i’ve been curious about VOA media as American propaganda. What kind of good things go to American by giving free journalism to many countries with their own mother language??

In the matter of fact, i love journalism, i love writing (not source code =p). This interest started since i was a fan of Sarah Sechan. Is it creepy? Of course not. I thought i found the freedom to think, speak up my mind, by seeing, listening her thoughts. I came from a (maybe) conservative Javanese people, which made me very often finding the difficulties having my own opinion. But then, i made conclusion by manu observasations that the problems not only came from Javanese, but Indonesians in common. Maybe it was the influences from the last government era?

Ok, it’s too far enough from the subject. Things that made me a little bit surprised from this radio are a lot of non commercial advertisement. This is my favourite, “Gosip membuat sakit jiwa, perasaan iri, dengki, dan menambah musuh.” The non commercial advertisements were not only about drugs, healthy, family, piracy, but also lifestyle. It’s been too long people on productive age sick with many suck things from media. Gossip from morning to evening, trashy and non sense-mistic sinetrons in a whole day!!!

O…i love the interview. The guest was VOA broadcaster. She said that she found more
freedom to broadcast news on US. She was also ex AnTV and MetroTV broadcaster. She often had ‘titipan’ from the stockholders to report some news like they wanted. Of course, if we watch Metro, Surya Paloh often being the star of the news – even had never break for Magrib in the beginning of its broadcast. I don’t know about AnTV, but i think it has lack of quality. SCTV, by the year 2000’s, George Soros (the owner of the third world countries) was the main stockholder. RCTI and TPI was one of Cendana’s asset. Eventhough the interview was so interesting, i still felt it was a promotion. And the main topic about a prison for the Afghanistans just took the last 2 minutes.

Aaa!! I also heard two remake song. I want to break free by Dewa 19 and When You Tell Me that You Love Me by a trashy boyband ever, Westlife. Why Diana Rose dared having duet with them?

~keepPractisingMyEnglish ;p

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Take this…take that…


Can’t we combine them into one perfect man? m(-_-)m
Left to right: Leopold (actually Hugh Jackman), Pierce Brosnan, you know the rest 🙂

Take the Leopold’s style, take Brosnan’s charm, take Himura’s hero spirit, and Kudo’s smartness. Fiuh…too good to be true. Mmmmmuuuuaaaahhh….lots of kisses =p

~MissingAManSoMuch :-3

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Perfect Stranger

Untuk kedua kalinya gw tidur siang kaya orang mati. Waktu bangun gw sempet meracau kalo itu pagi. Sampai sekarang masih bikin pusing O.o Terkadang suka takut juga kalo ga bangun lagi >>_I always go by train everyday. When i wait for the train, a stranger sat next to me. He just smiled at me. I could still remember his voice, his smell, n his way to smile. It had been a year since this strange guy always sat next to me everyday. Everyday was always the same. I sat first, and then he sat next to me and smiling. I didn’t remember who started conversation. I didn’t realize that I always talked about me. He was a really nice guy. Suddenly, that selfish thought walked through my head. I’m addicted being next to him. I thought he felt the same too. “Take me with you..” he smiled on me when i said that. And he went away. “Tomorrow i’ll be here again!!” i yelled.

Something happened in next rainy morning. I sat on my chair (actually not mine) on that peron. I waited my perfect stranger. I waited his smile, which always start my day with joy. Oh…for the first time I saw him first. But, he didn’t on my peron. He was on the other peron and sitting next to someone else. I shouted at him, ran through him. When i got there, he vanished.

Maybe that story is just a rough analogy. Why he went away?? He could say that he can’t bare my big mouth anymore. He’s such a mistery for me. And i couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Could we sitting together again and smiling together on our future days??

Pas lagi iseng2 ke blognya temen gw ini, bannernya ada tulisan ‘Will the sun rise tomorrow? Will it light up my sky?’ Pertanyaan yang sama yang setiap hari gw tanyakan ketika orang asing itu menghilang.