tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84390572024-03-07T14:55:20.013+07:00One writer's blockindigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.comBlogger386125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-36702096115126223522023-06-17T09:39:00.000+07:002023-06-17T10:04:19.823+07:00Years we have had<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">There are always those little bit of moments that reminded us that life is sweet. Like a couple of days ago, colleague of mine asked about some Sentinel stuff, and someone responded swiftly because he just went through the exact same thing. When I teased him about it, since he ended up not going with the client he's checking the Sentinel with, he said, "This is why I believe everything in life happens for a reason." It made me stopped, and smile, and felt that little reminder that yeah life mysteriously works that way. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR6yIAMAEkNPKgTAF3jFcrDqhrKWg6Stcrb9A&usqp=CAU" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR6yIAMAEkNPKgTAF3jFcrDqhrKWg6Stcrb9A&usqp=CAU" width="200" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Yesterday, I watched a movie called All The Bright Places, starred Elle Fanning. I watched her YT video on Variety channel -Actor on Actor- with Jenna Ortega and I was impressed by how she carries herself throughout the talk, so young yet so mature. Jenna Ortega also did the same, with more vulnerable emotions displayed and I can totally feel her. But "Wednesday" is already my favorite Netflix series, so I've seen Jenna. But Elle Fanning? Haven't seen much of her works, or ones that I can remember, so I picked this movie.</span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I thought it's going to be typical romcom Netflix show so I was pleasantly surprised when I found out it was not. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">It was about a boy who was intrigued by a girl in his school that just experienced loss of sister. They met on a bridge where the girl is standing on a ledge, seemingly about to jump. Her sister died in a car accident and she then pulled herself out of social relationship. Never going out, not so much of a hangout, party, etc. They got class assignment to wander the state of Indiana to look for the wonders (you know, like world wonders but it's Indiana scale). He showed her places, damn unique one if I can say, and slowly opening her heart out to go out and explore.</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The boy got his own issue, and it's mental health with no labels. He often went blank and his body did something that seems out of his controls, like throwing a chair to his classmates or beating up a guy to a pulp. He has his own struggle and boy I can relate. His despair of seeking the source of his behaviors, him wanting to go to secluded places to calm down, his worry of scaring his loved ones, all of those in a teenager's mind. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">So yeah, the movie is sweet and thoughtful like I said in my IG. But it's much more than that. </span><span style="font-family: arial;">The movie got some of the memorable lines, too. And it's bittersweet.</span></p><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><blockquote>"You are all the colors in one. At full brightness."</blockquote><p>Anyway, what is the correlation between Sentinel saga and the movie, you'd ask? Nothing. It just random reminder for me that life is interesting, and worth to be cherished. </p></span></div>indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-88878819962131443682021-06-15T15:26:00.006+07:002021-06-15T15:30:57.565+07:00Weird<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBU8HqLpupamWbWTV_JGcjBFC2tu6BJGS9obGRgGlGjgdcqSA-VYpSWB9n6rQbwBl1O4evLyop3oYbRBE_iazddWGNTElXcKfuKFCiyVFYbwu8lKrbwAXqNiD15BgLFw4u4wTM/s2048/4158388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBU8HqLpupamWbWTV_JGcjBFC2tu6BJGS9obGRgGlGjgdcqSA-VYpSWB9n6rQbwBl1O4evLyop3oYbRBE_iazddWGNTElXcKfuKFCiyVFYbwu8lKrbwAXqNiD15BgLFw4u4wTM/w320-h213/4158388.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I missed traveling bad. It's been 1.5 years without traveling and sightseeing to new places I've never been to. My furthest spot was Bandung and even that brought so many nostalgic feelings, like when I attended work-related meetings, or when my team had a short getaway trip, or my past dating venues. Sigh.<p></p><p>I wish this blasted pandemic get over soon, and everyone treat Covid19 as meh as any other influenza variants. Just rest in bed, drink Vitamin C, pop some pills and you'll be alright. No ICU, no breathing trouble, no damaging internal organs. I mean, who knew right? Who knew we can go to Banks or supermarket wearing any type of masks and not get arrested or even eyed suspiciously. </p><p>I have some progress over life, well, not sure if I can really call it a progress. I have been dating my SO for quite a while, had some turbulences, undergoing some 'oh-i-didn't-know-that' moments, doing that marry-or-not-to-marry type of dance, had some fights, major apologies and reconciliation, which made me think, what's left to do if we got married? Hmm..</p><p>I am a bit addicted of spending money though, both in buying investment instrument or plain shopping frenzy. It feel oddly satisfying when I transferred my money out of the bank, hahaha. Weird. Be that cryptocurrency, mutual funds, stocks and ETF, or even P2P lending. I used to impulsively buy gold bar after office hour or in the weekend, just because I was bored and needed some dopamine shots. Like I said, weird.</p><p>Understandably, my lack of traveling has enabled me all this spending money-fiesta that I had going on. I can buy a house, going broke after doing 4 months of said house renovation, saving again so I can buy furnitures but after a while, thinking that sitting on the floor is pretty edgy so why not everybody's visiting the house do that? See? Weird.</p><p>This is purely a blah post resulted from me being bored at work and needed an outlet to... vent? rant? blind chat? </p><p></p>indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-83603399428443433432020-07-23T13:52:00.000+07:002020-07-23T13:56:46.127+07:00My Dearest Mind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My state of mind these days is amazingly random and volatile. I often overthink about things I usually never think about. I was bothered by things that normally wouldn't bother me at all. I snapped out often, and thanks to the life coach training I took years ago, I am very much aware of the different emotions passing through my mind, even at present times. I can feel my blood is rushing, my heart is beating faster and the cold dark vengeance is running through my vein.<br />
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Whenever I feel a bit stressed out, I am acutely aware of how I breathe. I can feel the way I inhale and exhale, and sometimes the sound of it soothes me. I am also more aware of how my stress triggered my gout, or how it made my head ache. I can feel the panic attack whenever it started to rise, and how I just breathe and think of something else to take my mind out of it.<br />
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I got upset over immaterial topic and not even a valid source of concern. Once I had doubts about my leadership skill and whether I can lead or not. When I told my SO about it, he carefully asked me, "Are you sure?". I told my boss about it and he straight away laughed, "You have got to be kidding me, you're the last person I'd say to not have the leadership quality." That both calmed me and made me more anxious. That was when I realized I was in a negative headspace. A myth I often read about but never personally experience.<br />
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My friend once told me about this growth mindset vs fixed mindset, and by the love of God, I am 100% sure that I am having Fixed Mindset all the way through. I had doubts about my competency. I had doubts about my social skill. I had doubts about my ability to survive if I let go of my work. I am sure I am nobody without the job title. And that I will crumble and die miserably if I took gap year and no companies would hire me back.<br />
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That is one of my biggest insecurity of all time. Not be able to make a living to support me and my family.<br />
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I lost my mother couple of months ago. These symptoms were getting worse after that, because I realize I have her as my sole purpose of working hard. As long as I supported her needs, enabled her to travel to places she wanted, get her things she wanted, I am able to handle all hardships that comes with my job. I am so used to dismiss the thought of pursuing my master degree, or just to take a break and travel, because I am worried about the income. I still am.<br />
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I am at this crossroad of finding what I want to do with my life.<br />
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Do I even have one?indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-25254034913858394642020-07-13T11:02:00.000+07:002020-07-23T13:58:24.880+07:00How are you? I am fine, thank you<div dir="ltr">
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Here we are, approximately years after the last post in this blog. A lot has changed. My relationship, my family, my work, my career. My point of view.<br />
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Funny how things are progressing. From the time I enjoyed the work I've done to nowadays when I'm in this limbo of deciding whether I actually want to try another field or not. From my carefree perspective of wanting to have money, to the state where I have the money but I still felt insecure. From the normal life of having a parent, to losing them. From the two years relationship to new blossoming one. </div>
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indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-27615605379204081132019-03-08T19:44:00.001+07:002019-03-08T19:44:12.977+07:00Grey Area Called Truce<div><span></span></div><div><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div id="AppleMailSignature">Part 1 can be seen here <a href="http://indigowine.blogspot.co.id/2012/04/part-1-she-knows-he-knows.html?m=1">http://indigowine.blogspot.co.id/2012/04/part-1-she-knows-he-knows.html?m=1</a></div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">They walked in brisk pace as if they were in pursuit. Of something called foolishness? Potentially. </div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">He took a sudden turn into a gangly looking alley behind a local fruit stall, unseen from the wary eyes, unless of course those eyes are specifically looking for it. </div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">"Nice place you got here, M."</div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">The hint of sarcasm was not missed. He brushed it off and kept walking, gave a subtle nod to the guy in the fruit stall, and suddenly several boxes of pineapples oranges and melons were being neatly stacked behind them, blocking their way in. Or out?</div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">She stole a glimpse of shady dark windows above their head, looking damp and miserable. How can she never realize there is this slum part of Rogue, the city well known for its shiny appearance?</div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">"It's interesting," she remarked.</div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">"What is?"</div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">"How you look like you belong here, after only five minutes ago you looked like a normal middle class in the side of the street of Rogue."</div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">He chuckled.</div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">"We're still in Rogue, and don't think I didn't get your middle class remark."</div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">She shrugged. "What happened, Morocco?"</div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">"I'll explain. Just lose your watch dogs. I know you well, Lola, lose them and I will let you know what happen."</div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div></div>indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-47510553672379177082017-10-11T20:12:00.001+07:002017-10-11T20:12:30.597+07:00The Day I Stepped Onto Another Continent Called.. EuropeSo one thing that I remember from my junior high was this assignment where you should draw a HUGE map on a certain continent, and I got Europe for mine.
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<br>I loved it. I studied the countries in it. I wished I can visit and see how they live. I become the dreamer that I am today.
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<br>And my wish came true. I visited Europe last September 2017. So yay me!
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<br>Anyhoo.. Europe is amazing, in a sense that their cities are so highly affected by arts. Sculptures are everywhere. Big architectural buildings, preserved from old ancient times (and roads too, for that matter), making you feel so damn humbled and amazed. The lake, the sky, the traffic, the culture, the lifestyle .. molto bene!
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<br>This is the first city I stepped on. I have no expectations to be honest, so I enjoyed this city a lot. Aside from the shock due to the Euro quoted price on stuff, I largely enjoyed everything, from hearing the people talk, the stinking metro, Eiffel and all those shopping avenues. To be honest, walking around in Paris reminded me of Morocco. Dunno why.
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<br>The most laid back period of my trip. Haha. Thanks to my very kind uni friends who met at college and decided that they love each other and now are blessed with two beautiful kids. Amsterdam is amazing with that cookie cutter houses and the canals and the smell of weed. I found a lot of familiar words in Bahasa and it downed on me how thick the Dutch influences on Indonesia.
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<br>Italy is my obsession throughout the whole Eurotrip. Tuscany area is famous for retirement place, and I can see why. The food in Italy is just delicioso. Mamma mia! And it's freakin affordable. If I don't have the luggage constraints, I would've bought A LOT of things there. Too bad the area we visited is very touristy since, similarly like in Morocco, they segregated the old and new cities. Old ones are dedicated for tourists so it's pretty difficult to make sense of how local is doing.
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<br>~written in a car whereas the driver refused to let me drive, so I wrote this blog instead
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<br>Sent from my iPhoneindigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-12420401216675474622016-11-21T08:20:00.001+07:002016-11-21T08:20:23.303+07:00Catatan The Explorer<div><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Explorer? Me? Nah! Traveler paling malas sedunia lebih tepatnya, males nenteng backpack berat, males naik tangga, males bangun pagi, males tidur malem, males kejar2 itinerary dan list to-be-seen di suatu kota. Tapi paling hobi keluar Jakarta. Kalau ada assignment luar Jakarta (misalnya Depok wkwk) pasti gw bakal selalu unjuk2 jari (tapi entah mengapa jarang kepilih 😢)</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">kayanya kurang keahlian memanah hati bos-bos, atau kurang dianggap cowo (which is DUH, ya pastilah, kadar estrogen gw kan tinggi sangat)</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 13.8px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 13.8px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><br></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Anyway keluar Jakarta itu (atau ke luar domisili di mana pun gw berada) buat gw selalu menyenangkan. Why? Karena i enjoy people-watching activities. Kalo gw maen di Game of Thrones, mungkin gw adalah naganya (ya kali). I mean gw bakal jadi Watchers of The Wall. (Sambil berpikir kayanya job desc kurang nyambung ama minat, like always)</span></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 13.8px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><br></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">People watching is interesting because i always come into the same conclusion. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 13.8px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><br></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">(1) Di mana2 semuanya adalah sama. Orang Arab yang hidungnya mancung2 dan putih2 dan ganteng2 (relatif) yang kalo ke Indo bakal jadi bintang pelem atau wisatawan ke puncak, di negara mereka tetep aja ada yang shitty ada yang baek. Ada yang kaya ada yang kere. Ada yang bajingan ada yang malaikat. Di Indo kalau lewat pasar suka disahutin, "Mari kakaa.." Kalo di Maroko suka disahutin, "China?? India?? Japan?? Konnichiwa.." </span></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 13.8px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><br></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">(2) Apa yang baik di negara orang belum tentu baik di negara kita. Contoh turban. Di negara padang pasir, turban ini adalah anugerah ilahi. Karena selain bisa bikin rambut gw terlihat abis bonding, kepala bisa adem dan pasir ga bisa masuk mulut/hidung. Kalau dipake di Indonesia, biasanya bakal disangka pelaku demo anarkis yang bawa-bawa pentung. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 13.8px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><br></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">(3) Apa yang baik di negara kita belom tentu baik di negara orang. Contoh sholat ke arah Barat. Ini agak kocak soalnya entah mengapa temen gw cerita pas di mesjid dia ud cek arah kiblat Barat di hape eh ternyata dikasi tau salah arah dong. Ehm? Tapi ya sudahlah, jadilah di mana langit dipijak di situ langit dijunjung.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 13.8px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><br></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">(4) Alay akan selalu ada dan belum disinyalir akan punah. Jika alay di Indo akan nyapa dengan, "Lam knal." Maka alay di Maroko akan nyapa dengan, "Slt." Cukup lama gw berkontemplasi dengan arti kata slt ini. Dan gw berkesimpulan ini artinya either "Salamat" or "Salud" secara mereka suka pake French gtu. I mean, what is wrong with typing the whole word properly. It will not cost you any different. Jaman SMS harga per huruf udah lewat, bro! Plis! Kzl!</span></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 13.8px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><br></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">(5) Cinta ga kenal usia atau ras atau latar belakang (eaa). Tiap kali liat pasangan2 beda ras atau beda latar belakang pasti gw bakal awww sendiri. Padahal bisa aja mereka bukan pasangan HAHAHAHA. Tapi gw akan selalu menebak-nebak poin perbedaan apa yang bikin mereka berdua itu klop, apa yang dilengkapi oleh si A dan apa yang dilengkapi oleh si B. Gw diskusi serius (tapi sumpah ga penting) malem2 dengan topik ini ama temen gw. Dia selalu at first impression ngeliat persamaan dalam sebuah(?) pasangan. "Mereka kayanya sama2 tukang makan deh." "Mereka pasti suka traveling deh berdua." "Mereka pasti pecinta tato tuh". Kalau gw? Berhubung gw introvert dan ga suka nyapa orang, maka gw akan ngarang like this, "Ih cewenya bawel banget tapi cowonya pendiam ya." "Aww cowonya tinggi besar tapi cewenya kecil imut ya." "Wow cowonya ud mature banget dibanding cewenya yang masih lasak sana sini." Etc etc. Kalau kamu bagaimana? (Ala-ala pertanyaan majalah remaja)</span></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 13.8px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><br></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Intinya...? Intinya banyak2lah keluar dari rumah biar bisa lihat dunia. Kalo belom ada rejeki ya banyak2lah lembur biar ada rejeki. Karena dunia ga selebar daun kelor (padahal hingga detik ini gw ga tau tampang daun kelor) but ironically the world is so small that you will be so impressed.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 13.8px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><br></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Hopefully next year I will travel and see new random places all over again and be amazed by it.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 13.8px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><br></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">(Ditulis saat nungguin delay KLM selama sejam padahal mereka sok banget nyuru2 boarding satu setengah jam sebelum flight. See, ga pesawat mahal ga pesawat murah sama2 bakal delay at some point in time)</span></p><br>Reposted from my Facebook wall, 30 October 2016</div>indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-40957659101759234362016-04-18T21:40:00.000+07:002016-04-18T21:41:41.902+07:00My Past MonthApparently when you plan for something, it usually will not work, not immediately. At least that was what usually happened in my case.
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<br>I planned to be able to drive, so I took a driving course. Thinking that I might be able to slip one or two days of work into driving classes. But then, real life happened. By the second class, I was a bit tired and bored, because all I did was to conquer the fuckin road bump (apa sik bahasa inggrisnya Polisi Tidur?). Then I guess I would only be able to finish the whole class by next month, a bit late than what I expected.
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<br>However.
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<br>Another thing that I applied for was actually being granted. A bit easier than I thought. And by that I mean its most annoying part was to get my photo taken.
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<br>Yep, my 'Murica visa. Yay! A visa with no clear plan of traveling there. Thank you my lovely office for limiting my annual leaves.
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<br>What else? Oh yeah, I did buy that IPhone 5S. Resulting in me having two fuckin phones. Because I'm so fuckin cheapo, that's why. I think I should've trusted myself better. If my phone is still wearable, I would never throw it away. Ever. So welcome my daily life with heavy bag, because now I carried around three phones along with the office's Blackberry.
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<br>Hmm.. I think this post should be warned with tagline #braggingComplaint or something like that.indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-10278469417319218782016-03-17T15:32:00.001+07:002016-03-17T15:32:11.004+07:00One too manyNever thought that I will ever think about this stuff in my entire life. What if I had one too many options than I can handle. That is ridiculous. I also think that it may be because I just don't know how to say no. But to which, hell if I know.
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<br>This is frustrating, indeed. To be or not to be. To choose or not to choose, or to keep instead. Gah.
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<br>Should I or should I not. Letting go of one and keeping the others? But I will be broken in either case. I know I will. That will hurt in some way, so am I ready to feel that? I have never been in this situation before, this new and challenging situation. I feel like a selfish person, wanting to grasp both. What a child. What a child.
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<br>Let me contemplate over this for few moments later. I am still allowed, ain't I? So I can make up my mind, making peace with my heart, letting go my feelings, and accept that I will make a hurtful decision.
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<br>Each one of them has their own strong points, and I love it all. Why can't a girl have two altogether? Why?
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<br>Should I or should I not buy the iPhone5S for IDR 4.8mio and six times installment with 0% interest rate while my old loyal phone still works?
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<br>Decision. Decision.indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-63645030555536629412016-02-21T11:19:00.001+07:002016-02-21T11:19:38.842+07:00New Year New PerspectiveI am now in the second year of being a manager in my office. A decision that I hope my bosses wouldn't come to regret. Hahaha. But they offered me a challenge of series of KPIs so that I have the chance to become a Senior Manager. Lets see if I am up for it or not.
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<br>But firstly, I joined a very interesting and helpful series of training from Asiaworks starting in last January. I think the training got bad reviews from somewhere in the internet, but I didn't read it so far because I think people are entitled to their opinion. But for me, the trainer (and its trainings) helped me to look at things at new perspective. That is the most impactful lesson of the training. It raised my level of self awareness and helped me to explain why I did things the way I did. So I can change it if I thought it wasn't effective. Very cool experience of a training.
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<br>Also, i know more people that I can possibly know in the span of two months. Various people of various background, e.g. play artist, creative directors, architects, illustrators, health service people, doctors, entrepreneurs, all kinds of people. I love it. I love them all, especially people from the Advance training because I got to know them better. I have new friends from Medan, even. A couple of husband and wife who has been through failed marriage for three times and now got together with 5 kids. Amazing. Both have amazing personalities, but even they got something from the training.
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<br>Anyway. My life at the office should improve by now, hahaha, because I reacted at things differently now. More positive, more responsible (except for the microwave I blew up last week OMG what a classic me! Hahaha), and more caring than I used to. I hope.
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<br>Lots of people reminding me of my goals, lots of people care about my health, so it is time for me to care for others as well. Starting from my mom. Nowadays I call her and explicitly told her that I love her, a gesture that is considered very weird and awkward in my family but heck I did it anyway. I think she also gets it because these days when she talked with me, her tone is much more soothing and calm and not annoyed or madly hysterical making her blood tension level up. I talked with people more often because I realize the fear of rejection is just in my head. Then next is my apartment along with the roommate. Hahah, the closest things usually are the most left out things. I will ensure it will not be the case.
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<br>I have arranged a new trip to Morocco this year. The longest trip I arranged so far, three freakin weeks. Ow what the fuck, go for it anyway! I had my annual leave especially for this but if it is not enough, I will apply for one month unpaid leave.
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<br>What else, oh yeah, driving class and swimming lesson. Baby steps, my! Baby steps.
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<br>I also will take more mature decision about my love life. I will support the guy that I choose and giving him feedback if I think it's necessary. I will no more be the whining adolescent who expects ready product of something.
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<br>If not now, then when. Right?indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-6883947401586995812015-06-27T10:33:00.000+07:002015-06-27T10:34:12.442+07:00My day of Hunting<div><span></span></div><div>I just found out that I drafted this post almost 4-5 years ago</div><div><br></div><div>-------</div><div><br></div><div>Hari ini, dan hari-hari sebelumnya, again I have nothing to do in particular at my office. Alhasil, gue jadi browsing-browsing dengan gagah berani, menyelip sana-sini di antara koneksi internet klien gue yang menggemaskan.<br> <br>Lucu amat tu internet, ngeblokir situs tergantung mood, detik ini semua lokal bisa tapi internasional ngga bisa, trus 5 menit kemudian, lokal dan internasional sebagian doang yang bisa.. AAARGH.. emosi jiwa sayah..<br> <br>Anyway, setelah browsing-browsing ke <b><a href="http://www.80spurple.com" target="_blank">www.80spurple.com</a></b> akhirnya gue kepikiran buat belanja online cara tradisional. Dimulai dengan iseng-iseng ngeliatin butik online temen kantor gue (<b><a href="http://www.beliyuk.com" target="_blank">www.beliyuk.com</a></b>) yang tas-tasnya luthu-luthu, akhirnya berimbas ke google dengan keyword "<i>jual harlem beat</i>" HEHEHEHEHE.<br> <br>Seru juga tawar-menawar ma orang ngga dikenal via email dan sms. Rata-rata ngasi harga Rp 9000 - Rp 10.000 per buku belum termasuk ongkos kirim. Mahal amat yah. Mengingat itu komik dijual jaman gue smp-sma... Dan mengingat itu ada 29 eksemplar, for God's sake, masa ngga dikasi diskon? Gue kan ngga beli sebiji-2 biji...<br> <br>Udah gitu dari <b>Harlem Beat</b> beralih ke <b>Beyond The BlindFold</b>. Ni komik seinget gue sih bagus, cuman gue masi ragu buat ngebeli setelah mengingat dan menimbang bahwasanya temen saya, Cecep, kayanya sih punya. Tapi gue masi napsu aja ma si Harlem Beat. Keren sih tu komik seinget gue. <br> <br>Hal yang sama terjadi waktu gue berjalan-jalan ke toko buku dan kalap membeli <b>Poor Prince</b> lengkap 1-14. Waw. Untung harga yang dipasang masih harga lama Rp 7500-an jadi sih ngga mencekik leher.<br><br>Ah, memang kalo beli buku gue bisa lupa diri dan lupa ingatan (akan kondisi tabungan) T___T Kemaren berhubung Gramedia promosi disc 20% all item (dan tambahan 10% lagi kalo make BNI card) diperpanjang sampai akhir Juni, serta-mertalah gue ke sono dan memborong buku senilai setengah jutaan dan ternyata hanya di-charge Rp 300rb SAJAH! Hohoho. Aku senaaang. >__< Pengen ke sono lagi tapi takut ngga bisa makan sampai akhir bulan =( Hiks.<br> <br>Duuuuh... I love books A LOT. Prefer beli buku daripada beli makan/sepatu/baju/tas. Hahahahahaha. Prioritas yang aneh. Mungkin ini akibat didikan orang tua gue yang keras (baca: PELIT) dalam hal pembelian buku cerita. Bayangin gue ngga pernah, not even once, dibeliin komik ato buku cerita whatsoever kecuali that one time emak gue kesambet entah apa tiba-tiba ngebawain gue oleh-oleh serial misteri sebiji. HEBAT! That was master card moment. Nothing can buy it =D Masih gue inget sejelas-jelasnya sampe detik ini gmana rasanya menerima tu buku dari tangan emak gue. <br> <br>Nah, thanks to that childhood memories, I got my own revenge now. Huhuhu, tiap kali ada duit gue langsung beli buku. Pake duit sendiri. Pake hasil keringat sendiri. Ngga minta-minta nyokap. Ngga pake uang jajan yang disisihkan (karena pada prinsipnya tu duit dari ortu juga jadi sama saja BOHONG!) dan ta-da. Saya bangga. Hehehee<br> </div>indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-50194883399650354022014-06-30T22:16:00.000+07:002014-06-30T22:16:30.775+07:00Just a quick updateIt's only days before I turned 30. The sacred number, or like one of my friends like to put it, the wizardry age..<br />
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"There's a legend in the internet if you stay virgin on 30, you're becoming a wizard." </blockquote>
Huh O_o<br />
Anyway, apparently since the last time I checked in to this blog, I've been to several places, traveled to see new people and experienced new culture.<br />
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Let's see.. some of my notable journeys<br />
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<li><b>Hong Kong and Thailand in November 2013</b><br />An enjoyable trip, mostly doing girly things, we shop, we eat, we laugh, we got lost.. HAHAHAHAHA.. Hong Kong is a nice place, we met with a couple of old people, took pictures of them, listened to their stories, exchanged kisses on the cheek multiple times (why??), tried every single means of transportation, love it. Macau is as amazing as Hong Kong, cooler and fancier of course. I didn't dare to step into the casinos for the fear of getting rejected at the front door due to my youthful and innocent face (yuck!) </li>
<li><b>Bali in January 2014</b><br />Somebody is getting anxious for being 30. So off we go to the island of gods. I always like Bali, dunno why but I always enjoyed its different ambiance. I cannot swim but I still love its culture, its beach, the story of gods..I'm supposed to meet some people while I was there but alas, next time maybe..</li>
<li><b>Tokyo in April 2014</b><br />My first solo trip overseas. Yay. I arranged SO MANY meetings with strangers (mostly from couchsurfer, don't get your panties twisted) I barely have time to be sorrow and lonely. I love this city a lot. It's so damn clean, the people are so helpful, the culture is splendid and its landmarks were amazing. I met with interesting people, I went to karaoke with them, hunt for fresh sushi with an Israeli girl, even meet with one of my high school friend unprecedented. Amazing things happened when you traveled alone, I guess.</li>
<li><b>Belitong in May 2014</b><br />To balance things out, let's visit our own land. Belitong, the super rich land for anyone could simply grab some sands and found the dark of tin. I love the beach and its stones, although the underwater is not as amazing as ones in Sulawesi, I still love the place. The tour guide is excellent, yes.. me, the cheapo traveler decided to use tour guide.. because this is princess-trip. Hahahahaha.</li>
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I think that's it.. I have no other trip planned for the rest of the year.. oh wait.. maybe Jogja (yay, multiple trips) but that's basically it. *sad faces*<br />
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On the bright side, I'm gonna go to Japan again next year, HURRAY! This time I successfully make my three other friends join me, muahahaha, sumimasen minna-san... i'm gonna be bothering you again in no time.<br />
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What else? Ah, love life... okay... bitter topic.. when am I gonna go to Europe? Italy! Hahahaha. Please my dear boss let me take unpaid leave of two months.<br />
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These last few months were the months of dispirited, lack-of-enthusiasm and the most unproductive thinking in my life. I'm super galau because basically I don't care anymore with my job, I spent so many times trying to make things stay afloat yet it all slowly crumbles. I'm getting bad review, bad feedback, yet false compliment from some other people. Weird.<br />
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I even nearly got a panic attack since I have no idea what to do with my life. Never before in my life I have such a lousy mindset. Never. I talked with some strangers, and basically all I did is to make short-term goals. Making goals helped me to clear my mind and to focus. That's actually fun.<br />
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Here are my short term goals:<br />
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<li>learn to swim</li>
<li>apply for scholarship, this time I'm gonna choose something that I actually have a passion in</li>
<li>learn to drive a car</li>
<li>enroll in a gym</li>
<li>go to Italy</li>
<li>get certification</li>
<li>start my online business </li>
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Yep.. that's pretty simple.. but that helped me go through the days. Wish me luck, dear people!indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-70212020939699499982013-08-11T12:16:00.002+07:002013-08-11T12:16:14.364+07:00Ayam SuweA couple of months ago (seemed seriously like YEARS ago), I was involved in an engagement, nope, not the one prior to any wedding (<i>I wishhhh!</i>), but a project engagement. The time period was typically short, one month and extended into another month. But hell if that was the first time (in a really long time) I felt like jumping out of my 35th floor office cubicle.. not to the ground, mind you, but rather jumping into an embrace of a gentleman (<i>halahhh</i>).<br />
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Yeah, anyway, in this so called time-period of the project, semangat nasionalisme gw sangat membara dan I ended up staying at office real late, mostly at 11 PM, but it is not rare that I went home nearing dawn (<i>okeh, lebay</i>). It's all up to my wallet situation, really. When me having no shit, I insisted to go home at 11 PM since it was the last train to catch up.<br />
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<u><i>Standard conversation with the cab driver</i></u><br />
Supir: Malem, Mba. Mau dianter ke mana?<br />
Gw: Malem, Pak. Ke stasiun Sudirman ya.<br />
Supir: Loh? Malem-malem gini masih ada kereta, Mba?<br />
Gw: Masih, Pak. Yang terakhir 10 menit lagi.<br />
Supir: APAAAA???<br />
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<i>dan taksi pun melaju dengan percepatan yang real impressive.</i><br />
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<i>Every single time. </i> <br />
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Yah anyway, it's not the cab driver that I want to blog about, but rather seekor ayam. Ayam suwe, I called it.<br />
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Jadi genee, entah sejak kapan, tetangga gw yang aneh-aneh itu memutuskan untuk memelihara seekor ayam. Ayamnya sejujurnya sampe detik ini gw masih ngga melihat wujudnya, mungkin (alhamdulillah) kami tidak berjodoh, tapi suaranya Oh My Goddd, suaranya akan terus terbawa hingga ke alam bawah sadar gw. Tiap kali beliau berkokok, suaranya mirip ayam ketawa yang lagi ngetren di Sulawesi Selatan sana. Kukuruyukkkk..hehehehehe... gtu deh, mirip-mirip.<br />
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Awalnya gw pulang pagi, sekitar jam 2an, ni ayam berkokok pas gw lewat tu rumah. Ah, wajar, udah mau matahari terbit (<i>ya ngga juga sihhh sebenernya</i>), begitu pikirku. Cuek dong.<br />
Trus gw pulang jam 12 malem teng macam Cinderella miskin, lewat tu rumah lagi, dan dia berkokok. Gilak rajin abis ni ayam, orang-orang masih tidur dia udah berkokok. Kampretnya, pas gw pulang jam 7 malem pun, si ayam setan keparat ini berkokok aja gtu. Semacam <i>santai, brayyy! </i><br />
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Gwnya sih yang ngga sante banget. Ngga tau ya, apa gara-gara pengaruh tu project atau emang gw sensi ama ayam, gw BENCI banget denger kokokan ayam ituh. Ni apa sih, gw bahkan udah berusaha ngga pulang larut-larut malem banget biar beliau ngga kebangun dan berkokok (<i>lagian emang ayam tidur apa?</i>), sungguh sebuah perjuangan.<br />
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Rasanya kaya disindir ama ayam, ngerti gak? Pas pulang jam 2 pagi dia berkokok, seolah dia ngomong, "Pagi amat pulangnya, Neng!". Pas pulang jam 12 malem, "Ngga bisa lebih pagi lagi pulangnya?". Pas jam 7 malem, "Tumbeeeennn..."<br />
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Wow, gw super tertekan sih waktu itu, hahahaha. Seolah apa pun yang gw lakukan, jam berapa pun gw pulang, GUEHH SELALU SALAH DI MATA AYAM. <i>Bedebah!</i><br />
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Temen kantor gw pernah nelfon gw pas gw udah pulang jam 8an malem, udah nyampe kost, dan tiba-tiba si ayam suwe berkokok. Temen gw ampe ngakak, "Vampir apa gemana tu ayam? Jam segini baru bangun!"<br />
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Ya kali..<br />
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Untunglah mimpi buruk itu sudah berlalu, project sudah selesai, ayam suwe sudah berkokok dengan normal di siang hari (<i>weird, eh?</i>). indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-28458203146011407692013-05-08T19:29:00.001+07:002013-05-08T19:30:44.841+07:00Post Travel Effect. Toraja editionAigoo... berhubung di luar sana masih macet parah, mari melanjutkan cerita perjalanan tahun lalu, yuk.<br />
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Seusai makan Palu Basa.. berangkatlah kita ke Toraja. Fyi, seingat saya, perjalanannya itu memakan waktu 8 jam yah (<i>totally blank</i>) dengan menggunakan bus-bus yang tersedia di berbagai titik di Makassar. Rombongan saya waktu itu memilih Bus Litha yang pangkalannya terletak di jalan di depan sebuah mall yang saya juga lupa namanya. Hahahaha. Harga tiketnya (again, kalo ngga salah) 120 ribu Rupiah, beda tipis dengan yang versi exclusive apalah-apalah yang menyediakan ruang kaki lebih lebar (150 ribu, uhm no thanks). Sepanjang perjalanan tidur, hanya sesekali diselingi rasa puyeng karena bus terasa berputar-putar menaiki gunung.<br />
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Tiba di Rantepao sekitar jam 6 pagi. <i>So sweet</i>. Perbedaan cuaca benar-benar jomplang berhubung kita baru panas-panasan di Tanjung Bira, kali ini di Tana Toraja udaranya sejuk macam di Puncak siang-siang. Yang paling <i>sweet </i>adalah di sepanjang perjalanan banyak pohon-pohon Natal yang dibuat ngga pake pohon cemara tapi bambu yang dihiasi lampu warna-warni. <i>Huaaa, lovely December it is. </i><br />
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Kita langsung diturunkan di depan Hotel Pison. Di Rantepao ini semuanya sih harusnya bisa <i>within walking distance, </i>tapi kalau ngga mau susah, banyak bentor-bentor (i.e. becak motor) yang memasang tarif 5,000 untuk jarak yang dekat tapi ngga dekat-dekat amat. Sebagai anak kota, entah mengapa tujuan pertama adalah mall, <i>dunno why</i>, hanya Tuhan yang tahu. Bapak-bapak yang jadi tour guide di sana hanya terkekeh pas kita nanya mall ada di mana. Dia menunjukkan arah Matahari Dept Store dan eng ing eng... itu bangunan tersedih yang pernah saya lihat yang mengklaim dirinya sebagai mall. <i>Dude, puh-lease.</i> Cat bangunannya ijo kusam, aspal jalanan masuk masih lobang-lobang, isinya juga cuma satu lantai dengan barang-barang seadanya. Bahkan kondisi pasar pun masih lebih mendingan sih daripada Matahari Dept. Store yang ini. Tsk tsk tsk.<br />
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Anyway, menurut info yang beredar dari mulut ke mulut (<i>hmmm, mulut ke mulut</i>), akan ada perayaan penguburan di Tana Toraja keesokan harinya. APAAAA? Itu kan event abad ini yang ngga boleh dilewatkan sepanjang sejarahhhh!!! *lebay* Kocak sih, dari rombongan saya, teteup ngga ada yang seniat itu bangun pagi buat nekin tempat pewe untuk menonton upacara adatnya. Kita masih selow-bro mode-on padahal tahu bakal macet banget ke lokasi upacara. Dan hasilnya memang tidak salah, hahahaha.. RAME GILAK tu tempat. Udah gtu, prosesi penguburannya aga blur karena pihak keluarganya kayanya banyak yang udah jadi perantau yah jadi ngga gtu2 amat ngikutin prosesinya. Lucu siy. Salah satu prosesinya adalah mengangkat peti jenasah yang udah ditaruh di semacam kereta gtu (which I can imagine GOTTA BE HEAVY), trus diangkut ke sini ke sana ke situ ke mari diiringi dengan teriakan-teriakan dan tawa canda... semua dengan tujuan agar almarhum bingung dengan arah dan ngga bisa balik ke rumah. Wkwkwkwk. Lucu yak. <br />
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Sampai sore kita nongkrong di lokasi penguburan, lumayan ngga enak sih soalnya sodara bukan kenalan juga bukan, tapi akhirnya cuek soalnya wartawan yang ngeliput parah banyaknya. Ada juga yang kinclong di sana, katanya sih pembawa acara jalan-jalan gtu. Auk deh sapa. Kita niatin nunggu sampe acara adu tedong (i.e. adu kerbau) tapi sayang sekaliiii hanya dapet acara penyembelihan kerbau soalnya keburu hujan. Dengar-dengar sih kalo acara penguburannya lumayan besar, bisa sampe 2-3 hari. Wow, amazing! Waktu acara penyembelihan kerbau lumayan ngeri. Soalnya kerbaunya kaya dilonggarkan gtu talinya jadi bisa lari ke sana sini. Semacam matadornya Spanyol, tapi yang versi Toraja, si matadornya bawa golok (._.)<br />
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Hujan-hujan akhirnya kita melanjutkan ke tempat makam bayi yang ditaruh di dalam batang pohon. Itu tour guidenya sih amat sangat dedicated sih. Baju udah basah kuyub, teteup aja dong kita disuruh keluar liatin kuburan. Seriously ini wisata kuburan banget judulnya. Why, karena Toraja memakamkan rakyatnya dengan cara yang tidak biasa, yaitu dengan menggali tebing-tebing atau batu-batu besar untuk dimasukkan peti mati. Mungkin menurut mereka, kalau ada cara yang susah, kenapa memilih cara yang gampang?<br />
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Saya pernah bertanya kenapa mereka tidak menguburkan keluarganya dengan cara yang standar aja yaitu dimasukkan ke dalam tanah. Tour guidenya jawab, "Soalnya masih banyak tebing di Toraja. Tanah dipakai untuk bertani dan beternak." Oooh.. That's why berhati-hatilah bila menepi di jalan untuk foto-foto di atas batu besar. Karena bisa jadi tu batu adalah kuburan, JENG JENG!!<br />
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Sisa hari di Toraja dihabiskan dengan berburu kain Toraja, pernak-pernik Toraja, merambah pasar dan sok-sok-an menawar harga kerbau (150 juta saja, juragan) dan tentunya makan. Makanan paling mengesankan adalah makanan di Hotel Pison, ayam apaa gtu pokoknya kaya dipepes pake bambu. Kalau mau makan itu, kudu mesen dulu beberapa jam sebelumnya biar disiapkan dulu. Enyak deh ikuuu.<br />
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Pulang ke Jakarta, kita pun bertukar foto, bertukar cerita, <i>keep in touch..</i>indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-71585441939958183712013-04-17T20:29:00.002+07:002013-05-08T19:30:05.335+07:00Post-Travel Effect. Makassar editionSambil nunggu ujan reda, nulis ah..<br />
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Akhir tahun lalu I got the impulse to visit South Sulawesi area. I've been there in 2010, tepatnya ke Makassar and Sorowako, but secara itu assignment dari kantor, ya biasa aja. Akhirnya pas lagi iseng nyusun trip dengan kawan, tercetuslah nama kota Toraja yang terkenal dengan acara penguburannya yang aduhai.<br />
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So, kita beli tiket Merpati dan Citilink di tengah tahun yang ujung-ujungnya ngeluarin duit sampe 1.2jt lalu menangis darah pas tau Airasia buka jalur penerbangan baru DANNNN harga tiketnya pp ngga nyampe 400rebu. Bedebah!<br />
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Anyway, let's bygone be bygone. Duit yang keluar jangan ditangisi, lebih baik lembur ditingkatkan biar balik modal. HAHAHAHA.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOUj5l-3L1oHYg8FWwD0OtlSyoOuSYm9qq6aziAMGQ4aDam3oEv-9ddtGEKjidBjiKaRqssh_JAUUYERj5YSI2xUYN0dN3G1vfNLfILGHtzTX7x9JlgK3dlzaJPmmGp1yWyOJc/s1600/P1010156.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOUj5l-3L1oHYg8FWwD0OtlSyoOuSYm9qq6aziAMGQ4aDam3oEv-9ddtGEKjidBjiKaRqssh_JAUUYERj5YSI2xUYN0dN3G1vfNLfILGHtzTX7x9JlgK3dlzaJPmmGp1yWyOJc/s320/P1010156.JPG" width="320" /></a>Kesan pertama di Makassar waktu 2010 ternyata saya rasakan juga di 2012, yaitu.. PANAS naudjubillah OMG! Ngga ada setengah menit keluar dari pesawat, langsung berasa terik mentari membakar kulit. Keluar airport, setelah gugel sana-sini, diambil kesimpulan kalo ke tengah kota bisa ngangkot dan kalo keluar dari airport bisa naik DAMRI aja biar gratisan. Norak super sih pas nyobain Damri Bandaranya Makassar, hahahaha, soalnya mikir, "Bayar ngga bayar ngga bayar ngga..." trus siapin duit 20rb di tangan. Ternyata memang ngga bayar dong. Soalnya ampe gerbang bandara doang dan dia langsung muter balik. <i>Doenkkk</i>. For you guys who want to take the DAMRI bus, just head to the right side of the airport once you're outside. <i>Pretty easy. </i>Then after that, take the angkot ke tengah kota.<br />
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Pengalaman pertama saya backpacker-an dengan niat ngangkot ya waktu ke Makassar ini. Hahaha. Orang-orangnya ramahhhh.. waktu nanya arah ke supir, eh satu angkot langsung ngobrol dong. Semuanya diskusi tentang best route to go to the bus terminal. Hahaha.<i> ~Nice</i><br />
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Yang paling nyebelin adalah supir2 angkot yang suka ngebohong tentang ongkos. Triknya ya paling nanya dulu sama sesama penumpang biaya angkotnya. Easy lah if you can talk to the local.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDSDvtETMspijhSgOhMbNGZY7mPfTfSVRLcygmMz9quW4KluqeppKlmq5RBSGNqCWG7-JssBWGFvjG0QwdSQte2TCw1m96szWUg74b4Ufuqrv35JcG-P9L0D2ZFpNwO3dfznih/s1600/P1010281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDSDvtETMspijhSgOhMbNGZY7mPfTfSVRLcygmMz9quW4KluqeppKlmq5RBSGNqCWG7-JssBWGFvjG0QwdSQte2TCw1m96szWUg74b4Ufuqrv35JcG-P9L0D2ZFpNwO3dfznih/s320/P1010281.JPG" width="320" /></a>Di Makassar, saya cuma numpang lewat ajah soalnya tujuan utama adalah Tanjung Bira. Dari terminal Malengkeri (bacanya: Melengkeri dengan semua huruf E dilafalkan ala Batak), ada banyak angkot2 yang sebenernya mobil2 Avanza dkk. Mereka ini normalnya ngangkut orang ke Bira dengan tarif 60rb per orang. No AC, jendela kebuka, asap rokok dan masuk angin karena cara nyetir orang Makassar tu maut banget. But unfortunately (?), at that time, since there's four of us, we chartered the card at 400K IDR (yang akhirnya bikin malu soalnya ketemu bule2 di pulau Liukang yang cerita kalo mereka bayar 250K utk bertiga. <i>WHAT? Our bargaining skill sucks!</i>). Akhirnya kami langsung jalan ngga pake ngetem, ngga ngangkut orang di tengah jalan, dan bisa dianterin ke pelabuhannya langsung.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrzqV9drbA_uRkS8TE-8dwhvE95xqJhb3V1TUL9yh7It5gJInUNwGU4vNlqssUL3ROnGM75mO7UPVOTIDJY8i4anpfpACTBnRWbJ8VhuMCHq41ZTfiTNK5p2c3W4UpI5G8e_0/s1600/P1010222.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrzqV9drbA_uRkS8TE-8dwhvE95xqJhb3V1TUL9yh7It5gJInUNwGU4vNlqssUL3ROnGM75mO7UPVOTIDJY8i4anpfpACTBnRWbJ8VhuMCHq41ZTfiTNK5p2c3W4UpI5G8e_0/s320/P1010222.JPG" width="320" /></a>Then, dari Bira, langsung nelfon2 PIC yang punya penginapan di pulau Liukang. Best island everrr.. suka abis sama pantainya yang sepi, lautnya yang udah kaya private bathtub di depan cabin kita. Sama pengalaman snorkeling yang ngga perlu nyemplung. Standar pantai langsung jadi tinggi abis balik dari Pulau Liukang ini.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLjG05TUw-c9079FVNmAry9ykz9pK_OIOvm2TRu2eYRQBti2v3Vf1-ZbrXgaqzSr9GZTIkvTOfJORbY0UuD2eoBQ-_0OWoMy1zW-sHZMyaRzXv9-KD9Hee8v5IikbURBXdZ26/s1600/P1010193.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLjG05TUw-c9079FVNmAry9ykz9pK_OIOvm2TRu2eYRQBti2v3Vf1-ZbrXgaqzSr9GZTIkvTOfJORbY0UuD2eoBQ-_0OWoMy1zW-sHZMyaRzXv9-KD9Hee8v5IikbURBXdZ26/s320/P1010193.JPG" width="320" /></a>Untuk contact personnya, bisa menghubungi <b>Bapak Ramli </b>(+<b>6281342578515</b> atau +<b>6282190889751</b>). Waktu Desember 2012 kemarin, harga per kamarnya 250rb untuk dua orang. Kamar mandi oke dan air juga lumayan paling tawar dari semua island resort (kek udah sering aja nginep di pulau)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_1hnu6XiudvzO7_yDrjVD9d4Gk0o0O3HhpPf9n_OOe9SQlB3y2hFLuwOSLy6VG1laZocvrDXh_Q08ty63uzvqZP8w0RNc0TRw6fXidxpcFl0OV7Fq_4XorOTBhCIScG7o1x8/s1600/P1010163.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_1hnu6XiudvzO7_yDrjVD9d4Gk0o0O3HhpPf9n_OOe9SQlB3y2hFLuwOSLy6VG1laZocvrDXh_Q08ty63uzvqZP8w0RNc0TRw6fXidxpcFl0OV7Fq_4XorOTBhCIScG7o1x8/s320/P1010163.JPG" width="320" /></a>Di pulau Liukang, ketemu bule-bule dari Romania bertiga, dua cowo dan satu cewe, satunya pasangan, satunya lagi temenan. Awww.. Percakapan cukup goblok, berkisar, "Is that true your country has dracula?" "Ow.. you mean Transylvania?" HAHAHAHHAHA... doenkkk.. memalukan.<br />
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Sungguh sangat keren ngobrol sama orang2 yang cuti sebulan dua bulan dari kantornya, just to travel around the world. MAOOO!!! Mereka headed east from their homeland, dari Pulau Liukang di Sulawesi, Pulau Key di deket Flores NTT sana (they send us the picture, damn gorgeous beach), trus ke Pulau Komodo, Lombok, Bali, dst dst..<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjRAsdOcyUMKN1_wB36I2br0WNFZc2m_XfRV-uICJbUk99bhcidOTNPUFy3m7KQFy9rmiqbZxuI4hJjvrdu0hoynf92t_86NwyeJu4vlY1lr5nzbO36majEZB7OdYrWZrThNE/s1600/P1010415.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a>Anyway, back from Pulau Liukang, we got to spend one more day di Tanjung Bira. Gilak pasirnya gilaaaakkkk, putih kaya tepung. Tapi buat kamu-kamu yang lebih prefer quieter beach, go ahead to Bara beach instead. It's located right next to Pantai Bira. Technically we could just walk along the beach line to reach Bara beach, HOWEVER, the tide was pretty strong and it's high tide already, so unless you wish to be the latest drown victim, we took the normal way. Ask the local around, and they'll tell you how to get there. Just walk along a path, for about 3km, passing through the tropical forest with its monkeys (<i>trust me, the monkey is harmless. Just walk straight ahead. Balinese monkey has truly given all monkey race a bad name, SHAME ON YOU, Uluwatu monkey</i>!).<br />
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After some scary but funny experience with the monkeys, we arrived on Bara beach.. HELLO paradise on earth. It's quiet, it's huge, and there's only one running resort there. Dang, I forgot the name of the owner, but her resort is pretty. She had A LOT of stories as well, as a German widowed (she's Indonesian btw), she owned the resort and run it with the help of her son. Her son is still staying in Deutschland, fyi).<br />
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Next, we took the chartered car back to Makassar. It's normally 4 hours trip, so please schedule your time wisely. Not learning from experience, we still paid 400K *sigh* but this time we INSISTED to turn on the AC and no to smoke in the car. HAHAHAHA. The driver is kind enough since he took us to places in Bira that we haven't visited yet (such as the Phinisi ship factory, <i>pretty damn cool ship</i>!).<br />
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Arrived at Makassar... lah iki kenapa jadi bahasa Londo begini tiba-tiba? Karena janjian dengan seorang teman lainnya yang bela-belain ikutan dari Timika, Papua, akhirnya saya dan kawan-kawan memutuskan untuk kopi darat sambil mencoba Palu Basa Serigala. Nope, it's not wolf meat, it's just located at Jl. Serigala. Dan ternyata daerah sekitarnya penuh dengan nama-nama hewan, hihihi.. Jalan Harimau, Jalan Kuda, dll. Lucu yak.<br />
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Next trip, we're headed to Tana Toraja. Ntar ah dilanjutkan ke part 2. Hujan udah reda nih.indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-34382543904292233742013-01-02T18:58:00.002+07:002013-01-02T19:04:12.048+07:00DramaHappy New Year, kawan!<br />
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Masih dalam semangat <i>blogging</i> dalam bahasa Nusantara, saya masih akan mengusung <i>posting </i>kali ini bertema drama dan pertemanan *halah* dengan mayoritas menggunakan Endonesia. <br />
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Kapan itu yah di <i>social media </i>saya pernah ngomong kalo, "<i>I need drama in my life</i>" saking basi dan <i>plain</i>-nya hidup saya kala itu (kek kali ini ngga ajah). Tapi sejujurnya, saya tidak suka drama. Sebisa mungkin saya menghindar jauh-jauh dan mengucap kata, "pahit, pahit" kalo sedang ada drama di sekitaran saya. Mengapa? Karena kapasitas memori saya terbatas. Itu aja sih. Hahahaha. Percayalah kawan, saya adalah orang terbaik dalam menyimpan rahasia (mostly) soalnya pasti langsung lupa besoknya. Kekekekekekeke.<br />
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Drama paling menyenangkan yang saya sukai adalah yang ngga drama-drama amat. Misalnya, kemarin waktu jalan-jalan ke Makassar dan Liukang, tiba-tiba saya mengidam ingin makan pisang goreng. Ih, pas sampai di pulau, beneran looohhhhh disediain sama yang punya penginapan. ~<i>impressive</i>. Trus mumpung masih dalam suasana Natal (err..) saya langsung saja mengidamkan roti bakar. Jreng jreng, besoknya pas kembali ke Tanjung Bira, si hotel menyediakan roti bakar sebagai sarapan. ~IMPRESSIVE, HAAAA????? Tapi mengapa oh mengapa sampai saya ke Tana Toraja dan Jakarta, idaman saya yang terakhir yakni ketemu Ryan Gosling belum kesampaian juga. Anak-anak bilang yah siapa tahu seenggaknya sopir yang nganterin kita bernama Haji Rian Untung. ~kamfred.<br />
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Yah demikianlah drama yang bisa saya tanggulangi. Cupu memang. Tapi hidup ini kan berat, mengapa dibuat makin berat, no?<br />
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Nah, pas perjalanan kembali ke Jakarta, saat di bus, dengan mood lumayan rendah karena berbagai sebab alamiah seperti kurangnya toilet dan nafsu makan di saat yang bersamaan, saya dan kawan saya mendengarkan pembicaraan Bapak-bapak di depan kita agak ke kiri sedikit. Bukan menguping lho, soalnya si Bapak sok heboh gitu setiap kali mengangkat telfon. Entah apa maksudnya. Begini kira-kira kupingan yang sempat kita tangkap.<br />
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Bapak: HALO? YA? SBY sudah diamankan. Ya, ya, di dibawa langsung saja ke lokasi.<br />
Saya: *Heh???*<br />
Bapak: *another phone call* HALO? YA? Iya itu SBY sudah saya dengar tadi. Tolong tanggapi saja laporannya.<br />
Saya: *mulai kagum, jangan-jangan intel*<br />
Bapak: *lagi-lagi deringan lain* HALO? YA? APA? Ayam? Sabung Ayam? Belakang gereja? HALO? Ini siapa ya?<br />
Saya: *ngakak*<br />
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Itu Bapak-bapak lumayan menghibur sih, kawan saya yang sebenernya mabok darat jadi ketawa-ketawa juga dan akhirnya sedikit beban hidupnya terlepas *what?*<br />
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Perjalanan itu, katanya, yang penting sebenernya teman perjalanannya bukan tujuannya. Okeh, tujuannya juga penting tapi kalo teman seperjalanan basi, perjalanan kita bisa jadi basi juga. Betul? Tapi kalau saya sih.. ignorance activated kalau ada yang mulai basi atau mulai drama. ~Ahhh, maafkan akuuu bukan teman jalan yang baik. <br />
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Jadi ini inti paragraf di atas apa, saya juga kurang mengerti. Maklum pola pikir saya suka campur aduk dan tidak ada objektif yang jelas.<br />
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Drama terakhir yang cukup kurang penting nan tiada esensinya saya alami di malam Tahun Baru kemarin (anyway kenapa ya Tahun Baru itu T dan B-nya harus digedein?) di bawah hujan gerimis, teriak-teriak di depan kost orang, sambil yang empunya kost kepo-kepo megang payung, "Apa sih? Apa sih?" (bukan Dipo). Kalau diingat-ingat lagi kita sungguh seperti main sinetron. Hahahahaha. Seru juga.<br />
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Demikian versi kasar dari drama kemarin, harap diresapi soalnya kita ngomongnya tereak2 biar seru:<br /><br />Saya: Ya salah elo lah nyong!!!<br />Dia: Hah??? Gw yang salah?? Di mana salahnya gw coba jelasin!<br />Saya: Ya kenapa lo plinplan!!!<br />Dia: Hah?? PlinPlan??? GUEEEEEE????<br />Empunya Kost: Apa sih? Apa sih?<br />Saya: IYA! Elu plinplan, ngga to-the-point! Udah ah ngga mau ikut-ikut!<br />Dia: Gw kurang to-the-point apaaa?? <br />Saya: Ya kan ngeri kaleee..<br />Dia: WHAT? Yang mulai sapa emangnyeee??? Perasaan sih gw biasa aja..<br />Saya: Aaargh, ngga tau ah!! Bodo!<br />Empunya kost: Apa sih? Apa sih?<br />Dia: Terus bilang apa?<br />Saya: Ya bodo amat, elu yang cari tau sendiri.<br />Empunya kost: APA SIH??? APA SIH???<!------><!------><br />
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Ya gitulah kira-kira. Sungguh percakapan yang sangat menyesatkan. Ditambah dengan ingatan dan pendengaran saya yang super lemah, jadinya saya agak lupa esensi percakapan itu, cuma ingat teriak2nya aja yang seru. Hahahahaha.<br />
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Mei 2012 kemarin, entah kesambet apa, yang jelas saya dan teman-teman *halah* melancong ke daerah Ho Chi Min City, Vietnam, ato yang biasa saya sebut HCMC *penting*. Trip kali ini rada bego sebenernya, soalnya seminggu sebelum perjalanan itu, saya terpilih sebagai pegawai yang beruntung untuk mengikuti training di luar negeri. Di mana? Tepat sekali. Di Ho Chi Min juga. <br />
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Terjadi perbedaan gap yang luar biasa sekali antara trip yang dibayarin ama kantor sama trip biaya kantong sendiri, hahahahaha. Dari level hidup hotel Sheraton yang makan pagi, siang, malam terserah makan apa ngga pake pusing bayarnya gmana, ke level pelancong ala <i>princess </i>yang kemana-mana bawa koper padahal ngakunya backpacking. HAHAHA.<br />
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HCMC ini yah, sesungguhnya adalah kota yang saya sukai. Why? Karena banyakkkk taman kotanya, kawan. Mirip Bandung sih kalau saya bilang, ditilik dari ukurannya. Ke mana-mana jalan kaki bisa, bermodalkan google maps atao its-less-reliable-friend, apple maps *konon*. Yang jelas, kabar burung kalau pengemudi motor di Vietnam adalah yang paling jago di antara yang terjago itu benar. Di jalanan satu arah kalau mau nyebrang, jangan cuma liat ke satu arah doang, soalnya pasti bakal ada motor nyelonong dari arah sebaliknya. <br />
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Yang paling keren sih pejalan kaki lokal, nyebrang ngga pake liat kanan kiri. Parah, superman abis. Jadi kalo diliat-liat, sebenernya terjadi koordinasi yang luar biasa antara pengendara motor dan pejalan kaki. Selama si pejalan kaki itu nyebrang dengan kecepatan steady dan ngga ngagetin, si motor juga ngga bakal melambat tapi akan nyelonong ke arah belakang si pejalan kaki. MANTAB! Saya terpesona. Kalo ini postingan bahasa Inggris, saya akan nulis.. ~impressive.<br />
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Sehari dua hari di HCMC akhirnya mengajarkan saya untuk menyeberang dengan efektif. Hal ini ditandai dengan kejadian buruk saat berburu bus ke Kamboja. Sumpe ye, dicari dengan kata kunci apapun, ngga ada yang bilang EXACTLY di mana lokasi si bus yang bisa nganterin kita dari HCMC ke Siam Reap. Rata-rata pada bilang, "Oh ada di terminal bus." Berhubung hotel saya deket dengan terminal, ya santai dooongggg. Ternyata salah besar sodara-sodara! Yang harusnya perhitungannya seperti ini:<br />
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- Bus berangkat jam 7 pagi;<br />
- Kita berangkat dari hotel jam 6 pagi;<br />
- Naik taksi sebentar dan bisa menyisakan waktu untuk mencari tiketnya.<br />
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Menjadi seperti ini:<br />
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- Bus berangkat jam 7 pagi;<br />
- Anak-anak mandinya LAMA BANGET AMIT-AMIT;<br />
- Berangkat dari hotel jam 6.30 pagi sambil mencari taksi di depan hotel;<br />
- Pas dikasi tau alamat tujuannya, supir taksinya MENOLAK, sodara-sodara. Bajingan abis ni supir. He said in a lousy super encrypted English, "No, noooo! It's you walk walk 5 minutes!";<br />
- Jalan 5 menit ke arah yang ditunjuk supir taksi;<br />
- 10 menit kemudian.. Masih ngga nyampe. Bajingan super beneran ni supir taksi biadab. Hahaha. Yang deket buat orang Vietnam, jauh buat saya. Ibaratnya itu saya jalan sambil geret-geret koper dengan kecepatan tinggi karena panik soalnya busnya berangkat 6 jam sekali, diikuti sama rombongan yang juga geret-geret koper, trus tiap nyebrang jalan pake cara orang lokal, beneran ngga liat kanan kiri. Asliiii keren abis! <br />
- Sampe di terminal, ngga ada bus gede whatsoever dong. Nanya-nanya orang ngga ada yang bisa bahasa Inggris, google-google katanya di jalan Pham Ngu Lao. AAAARGH, bahkan website busnya sendiri (<a href="http://www.catmekongexpress.com.kh/">http://www.catmekongexpress.com.kh</a>) ngga nyebutin alamat kita bisa nunggu si bus ini dimana. Minta digampar!<br />
- Di pinggir jalan sambil jalan balik ke arah hotel ngikutin petunjuk google maps tentang jalan Pham Ngu Lao ini, saya menyetop taksi dengan niatan hantam kromo, setuju ngga setuju pokoknya anterin! Adegan yang terjadi kemudian membuat saya terkesima. Supirnya Bapak-bapak, pas ngeliat saya bawa-bawa peta, dia ngomong gini dengan suara berat, "Wait, let me put my glasses on". Tziiing! Saya sumpah melongo. Setelah seharian stres dengan bahasa Inggris orang HCMC yang parah super, ni orang ngomong Inggris with no Asian accent. "Yeah? How can I help? Oh, this street? You already there, just walk two more blocks from here. It's very near." WOW, AJAIB! Stres langsung hilang. HAHAHA.<br />
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The exact address is <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #a64d79;">237 Pham Ngu Lao Street, Ben Nghe Ward, Distric 1, HCMC. </span></b></span><br />
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Anyway, karena kita ngeliat jam juga udah telat, sudah 7.30 *hiks*, akhirnya pake cara alternatif yang direkomendasi orang, yaitu dengan perjalanan bus 2x dari HCMC ke Phnom Penh dan dari Phnom Penh ke Siam Reap. Busnya sih Mekong Express juga, cuma waktu yang di Phnom Penh itu kita pake bus kelas lebih cupu, badan duduk juga pegel abis dan nyampenya jam 12 malem di Siam Reap. Sangattt menyedihkan.<br />
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Jika waktu boleh terulang kembali, maka saya akan memilih naik pesawat saja. HAHAHAHA. Mahal, mahal deh.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCy40JmrY2cMHect3aq0hrwqgP4nqkSAiXyPZECpNhra9O0klYdfOijLqlyGCM-LbBSVt6DBH9tJ_V9AlvCb4v4gMXlf2C1eMqFtNj9T8SXGMoqC22DUN-HJTTNQ3MJcJF_4nf/s1600/IMAG0138.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCy40JmrY2cMHect3aq0hrwqgP4nqkSAiXyPZECpNhra9O0klYdfOijLqlyGCM-LbBSVt6DBH9tJ_V9AlvCb4v4gMXlf2C1eMqFtNj9T8SXGMoqC22DUN-HJTTNQ3MJcJF_4nf/s320/IMAG0138.jpg" width="191" /></a> Di Siam Reap ini tentunya tujuan utama adalah <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Angkor Wat</b></span></span> dan angkor-angkor yang lain. Tapi karena rombongan juga bukan pecinta candi, dari belasan dan puluhan candi yang ada, kita hanya kunjungi tiga yang paling terkenal, yang mana saya lupa namanya. Hehehehe. Si supir tuk-tuk yang kita sewa pun mungkin rolling his eyes pas tau kita hanya mau 3 jam doang di Angkor Wat, ngga usah lama-lama soalnya pengalaman pas di Borobudur, jam 12 siang di sebuah candi itu panasnya naudjubillah. <br />
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Agak jomplang memang kalau dibandingkan dengan pelancong-pelancong lain yang dari jam 5 pagi sudah siap di candi dengan tripodnya untuk mengabadikan sunrise di Angkor Wat, atau yang nunggu sampai sore untuk mengambil foto sunset. Hahahahahaha. saya berangkat aja udah jam 9 pagi, pulang insisted jam 12 siang. *geleng-geleng*<br />
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Dari Siam Reap saya balik ke HCMC dengan Mekong Express (learning by experience) dan di sana makan lagi di tempat makah Pho yang enyakkk dan murah abis, yaitu <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">Pho Quynh</span></b></span> di jalan Pham Ngu Lao yang tadi-tadi juga. Kalo naik taksi ke sini ngomongnya Fhe Wen ya, soalnya pas kita ngomong Po Queen diketawain sama supirnya -__-". Little that I know kalo ternyata jalan Pham Ngu Lao itu jalanan backpacker. BANYAK GILA turis bulenya di sono. Dan kalo jalan di sana, ibu-ibu suka ngomong, "Be careful! Put your bag in the back. Put your bag in the back." Denger-denger sih suka banyak yang kecopetan tas. Tapi untungnya kita ngga sih.<br />
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Yah demikianlah perjalanan lucu ke HCMC dan Siam Reap. Sampai bertemu di episode selanjutnya. *halah*indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-10090936223852759552012-10-27T23:49:00.001+07:002012-10-28T00:13:16.814+07:00The Newsroom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Never have I seen such heartwarming TV series that keep bringing up political issues, which is, really, hardly ever heartwarming in my dictionary.<br />
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The Newsroom (2012), is a TV series about a broadcasting news team, working in independent cable TV station who changes their way of delivering the news. This is started when the second most watched news anchor, Will McAvoy (<b>Jeff Daniels</b>), was forced to work with the new team because his old team was migrating to 10 o'clock slot. <br />
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The whole news format that was once a rating-whore show, drastically stirred their direction to producing-facts-only format and purely letting the viewers have more options in watching fact-confirmed, independent and honest news. Hmm, that was what I felt about Metro TV long long long time ago, back when they first showed up in my screen.<br />
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It was a crazy ride, I'm telling you. I cried, I laughed, I spilled on my drinks, I dreamt about it, I had me some wistful thinking, ohmygodifreakinlovethisseries! And whaddya know, once I finished the whole first season (which consists of 10 episodes) I googled it and voila... <b>8.7 out of 10 </b>score on imdb. NO WONDER I WAS BLOWN AWAY! Duh!<br />
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It got my attention solely because in the first 10 minutes of its first episode, they served me with this dialogue.<br />
<in a="a" debate="debate"><br /><b>A student: </b>Can you say in one sentence or less.. Um, you know what I mean.. Can you say why America is the greatest country in the world?<br /><br /><b>Candidate1: </b>Diversity and opportunity.<br /><br /><b>Candidate2:</b> Freedom and freedom. *pause* So let's keep it that way. *round of applause*<br /><br /><b>Will McAvoy: </b>The New York Jets. *laughter*<br /><br /><b>MC: </b>No, I'm gonna hold you to an answer on that.<br /><br /><b>Will McAvoy: </b>Well, our Constitution is a masterpiece. James Madison was a genius.The Declaration of Independence is, for me, the single greatest piece of American writing. *pause* You don't look satisfied.<br /><br /><b>MC: </b>One's a set of laws and the other's a declaration of war. I want a human moment from you. What about the people? Why is America--<br /><br /><b>Will McAvoy: </b>It's not the greatest country in the world, Professor. That's my answer. <br /><br />...</in><br />
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And yeah, you, sorority girl. Just in case you accidentally wander into a voting booth one day, there are some things you should know, and one of them is there is absolutely no evidence to support the statement that we're the greatest country in the world. <br />
We're <b>seventh </b>in literacy, <b>27th </b>in math, <b>22nd </b>in science, <b>49th </b>in life expectancy, <b>178th </b>in infant mortality, <b>third </b>in median household income, number <b>four </b>in labor force, and number <b>four </b>in exports. We lead the world in only three categories: Number of incarcerated citizens per capita, number of adults who believe angels are real, and defense-spending where we spend more than the next 26 countries combined, 25 of whom are allies. <br />
Now, none of this is the fault of a 20-year-old college student, but you nonetheless are without a doubt a member of the worst period generation period ever period. So when you ask what makes us the greatest country in the world, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! </blockquote>
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<i>... aaaand I'm sold!</i><br />
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To add the spice into my already heaven-like drug, it casts me some pretty amazing (<i>and yeah, good looks doesn't hurt</i>) actors and actresses including DEV PATEL, YAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!<br />
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Worry not, the second reason why I love this series is because they balance the seriousness of political issues with sweet and sometimes moronic crew drama. I love the drama! I love the drama because the drama is not too drama for me. In fact, I love it because it's not beyond cheesy, it felt real and I can actually relate on that. Hahahaha.<br />
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One of my favorite quote was when an associate producer yelled at Sex&The City tour bus after being in a very low point just minutes before.<br />
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<b>Tour Guide: </b>To the left is the famous brownstone where Carrie Bradshaw lived, loved, and lost. Thanks to Carrie, we all got to live the typical life of a single woman in New York City. Cheers!<br />
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Are you fucking kidding me?! <i>I AM</i> a typical single woman in New York City! I don't wear heels to work because the typical woman's job <i>doesn't exclusively involve gallery openings</i>! And I know Carrie must have made boatloads writing her 800-word column for a newspaper no one's ever heard of, but I just spent my last $7 ... having a fight with my best friend ... who, by the way, is not available at 3:00 p.m. on a Wednesday to <i>console </i>me about <i>some guy, </i>because SHE, TOO, HAS A JOB! And mostly, when you fall for a guy and he's going out with your best friend, it doesn't work out. Things get really BAD!</blockquote>
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~how appropriate..indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-85173443922370264472012-10-15T13:51:00.000+07:002012-10-15T13:51:48.759+07:00Bliss attack<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnD7Fn8ELtdsEL8LUzIA7WDLpEAG2RF9lsOb2T4ZZnEZSKE56Ao9tgmfSJiXdgjfLVBaFJ-u4VEQAE-N8ME11_MjyGIUnCcecjPNPH7oN9DVFilr0jMMJYYOkdQiJbOdO7RAMQ/s1600/movie_first_kiss-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnD7Fn8ELtdsEL8LUzIA7WDLpEAG2RF9lsOb2T4ZZnEZSKE56Ao9tgmfSJiXdgjfLVBaFJ-u4VEQAE-N8ME11_MjyGIUnCcecjPNPH7oN9DVFilr0jMMJYYOkdQiJbOdO7RAMQ/s320/movie_first_kiss-5.jpg" width="212" /></a>I almost forgot how Thai movies actually lighten up my mood. Started with Phobia 2, ATM, BTS (Bangkok Traffic Love Story), Love of Siam, Crazy Little Thing Called Love, and Hello Stranger. They looked like Korean movies but with less intensity and drama. Always light, fluffy and easily digestible. <br />
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So last night I was betting my luck and found this movie with interesting synopsis. FIRST KISS. One office working girl met one high school boy who stole her first kiss. #eeeaaaa. Right up my alley, ladies and gentlemen! Hahahahahaha. Here here, berondong kinyis-kinyis.<br />
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Objectively speaking, this movie is no better than standard Indonesian cheesy lousy acting movies in cinemas. But I like the idea of them exploring the idea. Hahaha. Sounds complicated but it’s not. The story is so-so. The humor is basic. The actors were yeah well.. But it’s still nice to watch. Hahaha. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyarZiuKJzZfRGPgeipiu96jguTqwc8JbnjoQcMV0e34jC-wXv-mvS6SKJdWqgVsc0Vfkvk6KHzu9MRtjxCP-_l2GKDmz4GOj0WWeQZTZjE5FsGGBMGLq9dS6UH0dHQLAjO2o/s1600/the-avengers-captain-america-iron-man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyarZiuKJzZfRGPgeipiu96jguTqwc8JbnjoQcMV0e34jC-wXv-mvS6SKJdWqgVsc0Vfkvk6KHzu9MRtjxCP-_l2GKDmz4GOj0WWeQZTZjE5FsGGBMGLq9dS6UH0dHQLAjO2o/s320/the-avengers-captain-america-iron-man.jpg" width="320" /></a>Another movie that successfully fished out the laughter out of my throat was The Avengers. Yes, I’m so last year. Kekekekeke. Always have and always will love the Iron Man character. Is he really that funny in Marvel comics? Or was it just the fresh creativity of the scriptwriter? <br />
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<em>Captain America: Without your suit, what are you?<br />Iron Man : A genius billionaire playboy philanthropist.</em><br />
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HAHAHAHAHAHA. Wish Robert Downey will keep playing as Iron Man forever. He just has this positivity inside of him, yet full of sarcasm and love to mock people. Unlike certain other hero that I know of *cough-Batman-cough*<br />
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<br />indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-36240747750215914132012-08-13T19:58:00.002+07:002012-08-13T20:06:41.158+07:00Screen TimeOkay.<br />
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Off we go with several movies I’ve noted as movies that left me wanting more with creepy-haunted feeling and obviously <em>deep </em>impression.<br />
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It’s basically about confession from string of people, started with one female homeroom teacher. It’s about the death of her child. Ruled as accident by the cop, she took things into her own hands. It’s really amazing how high the juvenile rate is in Japan and to connect it to the bullying-suicidal reference, so interesting. I love it. I love crazy psychopath character cause they’re mostly anything but plain. Especially when the crime is done by junior high-schooler. Yay for creepy points.<br />
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The added bonus that I might add is the soundtrack usage in this movie. It’s mostly western song, sometimes a cute song in the middle of really awkward moment (e.g. when the entire class coped with the truth told by their teacher, they danced instead using, “That’s the way, aha aha.. I like it.. aha aha..”), sometimes simply a beautiful instrumental song during slo-mo scenes. Adore it. Great cinematography.<br />
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Secondly, more down-to-earth no-intelligence-needed kind of movie, <span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>THIS MEANS WAR</strong></span>. Yaaaay! I love the premise, it’s basically two guys fighting over a girl (oh-so-classic, I love it), the added layer is that they’re both CIA agents and they’re actually using company resources to create a coup. Very entertaining. I mean, I’m not sure such thing is even legal, company policy misconduct, inappropriate usage of company’s resources, life poking and being privy to someone else’s privacy, etc. Phew.<br />
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Tom Hardy is way better than Chris Pine, by the way. That man is hot. Even when he’s simply walking, he’s hot. His accent is hot and he’s waaaaaaaaaaay more gentleman and sweeter than Chris’s Pine character. Bleh. I know some movies like to accentuate the bad-ass and playboy guy as something more desirable, but Chris Pine is plainly a jerk. Period. Not a hot jerk, only a jerk. Just because he got some sad background story added to his layer of stories, then the girl would automatically fall for it? ~Ngok.. People needs to sort their mind out and put priorities to character’s chemistry and boring stuff such as manner, attitude, heart and obviously looks. Hahahahahaha.<br />
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Let’s see.. what other movies I watched recently? <span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"><strong>THE DESCENDANTS</strong></span>. George Clooney. Not bad. It’s about a guy trying to understand his children and to let go of his wife, and by that I mean to plug out the life support system from her body in the hospital. The only thing left is that after all this time he thought he’s the one being the bad husband (you know, that typical guy-case, workaholic, ignorant father, blah blah), his wife is actually having an affair. *eaaa*<br />
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Oh yeah.. <span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><strong>WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT KEVIN</strong></span>. Honestly, I would never know this one if not for my colleague. She has the same amount of wicked mind as I do. Hahaha. Once, it was promoted in this movie-magazine article, she showed it to me… and years later, she downloaded it. Impressive.<br />
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The story is about a mother’s point-of-view, whose child is the prime suspect of mass-killing in his junior high (or is it a high school?). Cool, eh? This one is based on a book. It’s basically taking us through her past life, when she was an achieved and successful traveler. But after she got pregnant, everything changed. She wondered whether her kid being the psychopath has anything to do with her early rejection during pregnancy or is the kid purely sick and evil. It’s pretty nice since it got me thinking. I mean, yeah, mostly most of murderer slash terrorist slash psychopath came from a wrecked home situation, aren’t they? Or is it just people trying to blame at something? <br />
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I love movies that got me do the additional research, hahaha. Since I have different interpretation with the scene, I seriously googled it and trying to find the missing piece. I mean, did he made her sister blind? Why? Okay, not so much of a “why” but WHENNN?? indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-35351473596753514912012-07-24T00:49:00.002+07:002012-07-24T00:53:03.171+07:00Marathon part 2It's been seriously a while since I did my Western series recap. The last one was this one <a href="http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/05/marathon.html">here</a> so I guess it's been two years now, huh?<br />
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Well... I think I started with the easiest one to remember just because it reminded me of what my working environment supposed to be like.<br />
Hahahahaha. You wish. It's <span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: purple;">SUITS</b></span>, ladies and gentlemen. Yes I know, I'm way far behind this one, I just watched up to S02E04 *sob sob* but I think I love it. The main reason why I love this series is not because of Mike Ross *insert gasp of surprise here* but more because whomever I despise, they got rid of it soon. Yay. For example, the girlfriend of his best friend? Ha! Out of the line. There's a fine line between romantic hopeless unrequited love for someone you cannot/should not have (e.g. <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0213149/">Pearl Harbor</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1259571/">New Moon</a> - haha, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0765010/">Brothers</a> - I'm freakin in love with it, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119738/">My Bestfriend's Wedding</a>, etc) and inappropriately do so. And SUITS just made my freakin bowel move when they did. Blehh!<br />
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And then, there's <b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">Modern Family</span></b>, the most surprisingly entertaining family movie I've ever seen. Ha, everyone in it me likey. The dad, the mom, the main reason why they married in the first place, the idea of differences in them that actually made them click, the moronic son, the gorgeous Haley daughter, the smart-ass Alex, the older-than-his-age Manny, and so on and so on. My most favorite character? Uncle Mitchell. Hahahahaha, don't ask me why, I feel connected with him the most, I guess. His sarcasm is superb. And the moral lesson by the end of the day is so damn touching. Love your family no matter what since in the end, they're all you have left. Aaaawww...<br />
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This day and age could really use light heartwarming series like MODERN FAMILY, I guess. You know, to teach them that there's more than open shooting innocent people with fire arm and killing animals during your childhood. *shiver*.<br />
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What else? Well, I was preoccupied by <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: orange;">New Girl</span></b></span> just for the sole reason, and the reason being Zooey Deschanel. Big-big fans since <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1022603/">500 Days of Summer</a>, a movie that I didn't really get actually. Hahaha. But it seemed cool to love it at that time. I just don't remember why. Hmm. <br />
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<span class="fullpost"><b>Jess:</b> I accidentally saw Nick's peepee and his bubbles.</span><br />
<span class="fullpost"><b>Winston:</b> It's not a big deal. I've seen Nick's stuff like a million times.<br />
<b>Schmidt:</b> You have? I mean, how?<br />
<b>Winston:</b> We grew up together. Locker rooms, swimming pools, penis fights, it just happens.<br />
<b>Schmidt:</b> Why haven't I seen it?<br />
<b>Winston:</b> Why do you wanna see it?<br />
<b>Schmidt:</b> He's my best friend.<br />
<b>Winston:</b> Again, why do you wanna see it?<br />
<b>Schmidt:</b> What if Nick gets into an accident? What if he is
horribly disfigured and I have to identify him and all that remains are
his private parts. And I'm standing there and I'm saying 'Sorry,
officer, I can't help you because no, I haven't seen his penis' and then
boom, he's buried in an unmarked grave. </span><br />
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<span class="fullpost">~Super goblok...</span><span class="fullpost"><br /></span>indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-9811621925408982132012-06-02T01:32:00.000+07:002012-06-02T01:46:37.178+07:00NKOTBSBWhile contemplating upon my unreasonable reasons as to why the heck did I NOT watch the show, I decided to dedicate this post to my biggest and earliest boy-band infatuation everrrr, the Backstreet Boys! Gyahhhh!!<br />
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I seriously shameless about BSB, hahahahaha! I collected the magz pin-up posters, collected the album (my fave especially, Black and Blue!), memorizing the whole lyric, head over heels over Brian, singing to "EVERYBODEEEEHHHH, YEAAAAH!" in the bathroom... oh dear Lord, so awesome!<br />
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Too bad Kevin is not in the band anymore, cause I hate it when a boyband is not complete.Though it appears that he sometimes show up at the concert in several cities, did not know whether he showed up in Jakarta since hello... I stupidly decided not to come. Grr.<br />
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<i>Okay... where was I?</i><br />
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Anyway, I just want to post something so shallow as one of my friend once said, "My, you're more the right side of a brain than the left, you're the Apple not the Android, you're all about appearance rather than functionality.." which it's so not true because whenever I got presents or gifts, I always always always prefer something functional and not decorative.<br />
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Hmmmm.....<br />
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<i>What was it again?</i><br />
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Oh yeah... I've been meaning to post the before-after version of BSB, rather similar with the one I did with Harry Potter cast. <i>Ahh, those good ol' time...</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Brian Littrell</b></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZkX0Nb0ptETg0gKtojLpfyM1oyRlweuKhNoA_5DNGFy4BMaWEElU4jvAkQvrth79emPGCSN4bowIUNYPW63VErDEIa1NsjSvVCaHNO_krVc4JRGoFK3imawsdb_lGfb65kai/s1600/bsb3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZkX0Nb0ptETg0gKtojLpfyM1oyRlweuKhNoA_5DNGFy4BMaWEElU4jvAkQvrth79emPGCSN4bowIUNYPW63VErDEIa1NsjSvVCaHNO_krVc4JRGoFK3imawsdb_lGfb65kai/s200/bsb3.jpg" width="190" /></a>My favorite. The apple of my eye. My ex-husband-candidate. Or is it ex-candidate-husband? Once rumored as being dead, no seriously, I'm not kidding. And he also once rumored as being gay, and considering that it was the 90's and I'm still at middle school, it broke my heart into pieces. Funny how time has changed. If it happened now, I shed little care into it and continue stalking him. Hahahaha. He got the most angelic voices in the band. And he appeared to be the most humble in my eyes so yeah.. I love this guy. So cute the picture, no? With his adorable smile and childlike haircut. Pinch pinch pinch. Not much different now and then.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Nick Carter</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>AJ</b></span></div>
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Just to emphasize my craziness about this boyband, let's take a peek over the golden days of Backstreet Boys once again, shall we?<br />
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FLIPPED (2010) is strongly recommended to you guys who's a bit tired of deep-mind-analysis and/or serious-case-of-special-effect kind of movie, such as Inception, Black Swan, Transformers, Twilight (pfttt!), etc.<br />
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This one gathered the rating 7.5 in <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0817177/">IMDB</a> and achieved 9/10 rating from yours truly.<br />
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It's super fresh despite the oldies background, and maybe it came in the right moment when things are seriously high-tech these days. Having a crush no longer means calling their home and hanging up when they answered it. It no longer means visiting your neighbor and yelling, "Let's go out and play!". <br />
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It's highly dosed up with super simplicity and yet it brought great humbleness in appreciating vintage time. The setting is in 60's where no mobile phone had been invented and the only way to socialize is actually by knocking on your neighbor's door and bringing them cookies. <em>Aw, sweet old time.</em></div>
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Sigh.. okay, nuff said, I just tremendously LOVE this movie, go out and watch it if you want.<br />
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<i>Somebody should publish this kind of booklet long before I even got enrolled in University of Indonesia. Duh!</i><br />
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1. If there's eventually a traffic light for passerby, please DO pay attention. It's not there for decoration purpose (only). I once got scolded for crossing the street when it's still a no-go on the traffic light. The thing is, I was so touched by the fact that he even noticed the traffic light (when many people don't). Since then, if possible, I'll wait for it to go-green before crossing the street.<br />
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2. Never run, you idiot! Not only you scared other people who's crossing the street with you, you'd also scare the car and motorbike's driver. Not to mention you may slip and fall, and God knows what could be happening next.<br />
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3. Motorbike is always winning. Plus they have this weird reflex to accelerate the speed or suddenly forgetting the brake function whenever they saw someone who's about to cross the street. Yes, I know, it sucks. But we need to move on.<br />
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4. Try to look at the driver in their eyes. Sometimes they're giving you the signal to moving on like smiling (rite!) and hand-gesture. Plus, it's always a bonus if they're cute.<br />
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5. Take your time. If the street is not crowded but the car speed is dangerously high, give it up. Or leave it to the kind police officer who would stand by in the morning to help people crossing the street.<br />
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6. Use your physics ability to calculate the acceleration, momentum and collision (i.e. <i>tumbukan lenting sempurna</i>, etc) if the vehicle in the second lane is faster/slower than the one in the first lane AND you crossed it anyway. <br />
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7. Wear nice clothes. Hahaha. No, seriously, I did this a couple of times. If you're wearing high heels or dress up to formal occasion, people tend to give you the damn turn to cross the street. Dunno why. *shrug*<br />
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8. Walk with confident and smile. Just think of it as a runway show. Hahahaha. You know, since the driver does not want any spill of blood or bone fracture smeared their vehicle (not to mention the headache of insurance claim process), they might as well reduce their speed.indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-21831767331857006572012-04-07T00:07:00.001+07:002012-05-24T22:31:14.865+07:00Part 1 - She Knows He KnowsPrologue can be found <a href="http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/10/let-me-just-say.html">here</a>.<br />
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<b>Part 1</b><br />
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"Good afternoon to you, too, darlin'" He touched her finger that was still pointed at his chest, "Still manage to scare the day out of me, I see."<br />
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She smiled. Too sweetly.<br />
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"Are you trying to get us killed? Not a good day to die, you say?" She grabbed his newspaper and pretended to find anything interesting in the headline. Some creep robbed some poor bank. Some died in a car crash. <br />
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"I have to admit I have no idea what you're saying, darling." He brushed off easily, "and if you'll excuse me, I have other things to attend, presumably more important than pretty lady like you."<br />
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"Not so fast, Morocco."<br />
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She loosen the bow of her large brimming hat, took it off and stole a quick kiss on his lips before resorting to a look called calm.<br />
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He's quite taken aback, especially considering that that kiss might be a sealed deal to unknown party, confirming that he is <i>indeed</i> the target. "Lola, that's not very kind of you, darling."<br />
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She rolled her eyes, "If you're thinking that you could disappeared again after seeing me, you must be mad."<br />
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"This needs to be done, then," He sighed and cursed, grabbed her hands and pulled her onto him, before resuming to his earlier brisk walk, "Hate to say this, Lola love, but I seriously not in agreeable mood right now."<br />
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"Where are we going?"<br />
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"You'll see."indigo winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538noreply@blogger.com3