diits

Aku lupa waktu itu aku umur berapa.. mungkin 7 mungkin juga 8 tahun.. aku tinggal di tanjung barat.. di jalan kecil yg kuldesak.. pada saat itu aku anak pertama dari dua bersaudara.. adekku 4 tahun dibawah aku.. namanya Arya…. rumah terakhir dijalan itu rumah om aku.. pada saat itu anaknya 2.. namanya Ali dan Aca.. Ali 2 taun dibawah aku.. dan Aca dua tahun dibawah ali.. terus dijalan itu juga tinggal nenek aku.. dan 3 rumah punya tante dan om aku yg lain.. rumah seberang rumah aku rumahnya sepupu aku.. namanya Abi dan Nia.. umur Abi cuman beda 19 hari sama aku.. makanya dia sahabat aku.. terus Nia itu dua tahun dibawah kita, seumur dengan Ali.. rumah yg paling depan itu rumahnya sepupu aku yg lain.. namanya Anti dan Eksi.. umur Eksi kurang lebih beda 10 bulan sama aku.. dan anti setaun dibawah kita.. makanya eksi sahabat aku yg kedua.. dan kita semua sekolah disekolah yg sama.. jadilah kita berurut.. aku paling tua dan aku disekolah setaun lebih muda jadi kelas aku paling atas.. terus Abi.. Eksi.. Anti.. Nia dan Ali.. Arya.. terus Aca.. dan mereka itulah yg pengisi hari2 ku dimasa itu..

Pada saat itu belum ada TV kabel.. apalagi internet.. video game adanya hanya Atari.. itu pun yg punya cuman Abi.. TV cuman ada TVRI yang isinya kebanyakan berita, jadi kita males nonton TV.. palingan kalo ada Unyil aja di hari minggu aku semangat nonton.. dan keluarga akupun pada saat itu masih pas2an banget, aku dan adeku juga cuman punya sedikit mainan.. jadi kita lebih banyak main diluar.. tapi diluar seruu banget.. soalnya masih banyak kebun dan tanah yg bisa dijelajah.. belum lagi temen kita banyak looh.. tapi tetep aja kita paling sering berdelapan..

Hari itu panas.. Mang Wawan papahnya Ali dan Aca baru slesai buat kolam ikan didepan rumahnya.. kolam ikannya dalem looh.. terus belum diisi ikan.. airnya pun masih jernih.. jadi kita semua tergoda buat berenang2 didalemnya.. hehehe.. segar!!

Aku inget.. waktu itu aku pake bikini biru.. baru loh.. mamah beliin dari jerman.. waktu itu mamahku lagi sekolah kesana.. mamahku pinter banget makanya dia selalu dapet beasiswa kemana2.. Eksi sama Anti juga pake bikini.. hehehe.. kita lucu2 deh.. terus sambil ketawa2, kita berkecipak cipuk.. seruuu banget.. aku inget semen yg ngelapisin kolamnya masih baru dan kasar.. airnya juga karena baru diisi masih segar dan dingin.. enaak banget deh..

Mungkin suara ketawa2 kita.. ditambah suara kecipak kecipuk air mengundang anak2 yang tinggal di perkampungan belakang rumah.. pokoknya waktu kita lagi asik2 berenang itu.. ternyata banyak mata2 yg ngintip.. padahal rumah mang wawan itu dipagerin dan pagernya tinggi banget.. pokoknya lebih tinggi dari aku deh.. eeeh.. tapi tetep aja anak2 dikampung belakang pada ngintip.. ada yang manjat dipohon sawo.. ada yang ngintip lewat lobang2 di pagar semen tua yg memang udah bolong2 itu.. terus ada juga yang manjat diatasnya..

“suit.. suit.. pake bikini looh.. ” “iiih mulus2 putiiih..”

Sebeeeel banget.. terus kita semua jadi berantem sama mereka… teriak2an.. sambil sambit2an.. semua kita pake buat sambitin mereka.. eeh mereka malahan sambitin kita balik.. keseeeel banget deh.. jadi malahan makin menjadi2 kita.. sebetulnya gak boleh yah begitu? kalau kita anak2 yg manis2 pasti ga begitu.. tapi kita semua memang bandel2 banget waktu kecil..

Karena terbawa suasana.. Ali sambit mereka pake batu yg lumayan besar.. eh taunya kepala salah satu dari mereka bocor.. huaah jadilah dia nangis pulang kerumahnya ngadu sama mboknya.. tapi waktu itu kita belum sadar.. dan masih sibuk sambit2an..

Tau2 mboknya dateng samperin kita bawa2 golok.. teriak2.. sambil ngamuk2 dan ngejar2 kita semua.. aduuuh pokoknya serem banget deh.. orangnya item.. kulitnya keriput.. kalo teriak keraas banget suaranya.. galak dan menggelegar..

Jadilah kita semua ketakutan luntang lantung lari pulang kerumah masing2 dengan hati deg2an.. kita juga gak berani cerita keorang tua kita walaupun ditanya.. soalnya takut dimarahin juga siih…. terus kita ngumpet deh.. dan gak berani kebelakang-belakang lagi selama beberapa hari..

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taken from the smoking gun

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Memoir of a Gaysha

Oleh: Samuel Mulia Penulis Mode dan Gaya Hidup

part 3

they’ve been married for 6 months..

Wife: beb.. if we start making babies now.. and let’s say we’re able to conceive them straight away.. it’ll be ready by April.. which means it’s going 2 be an Aries!! Isn’t that perfect?
Husband: (eyes still glued to the computer) I don’t think I’m ready for another aries in my life..
Wife: what? Why???

Note: she’s an Aries..

part 4

they’ve been married for 7 months..

Husband: Do you think that you really need to buy the same bag in a different colour? Let’s just go home..
Wife: Well.. I’ve told you that I really need a black bag.. it goes with everything..
Husband: but does it have to be the same style? Isn’t there others that you like?
Wife: Well there’s this other bag that I’ve told you about that I really want..
Husband: Oh yes.. well how about that one? how much is it?
Wife: I don’t know.. around a thousand I think..
Husband: oooh.. ok.. and how much is this bag?
Wife: oh.. they’re on sale.. they’re $59AUD.. and we’ve got the spare cash.. because I’ve sold my boots..
Husband: well go get it then.. what are you waiting for?

Today i woke up feeling blue.. I had this intense nightmare.. it was all too surreal but yet had felt more real than anything.. I was in Indonesia, I don’t know if I was in the past, present or future.. because while we were all a prisoner on this bus, we went pass this beautiful rice paddy terrains in Java, and looking outside the window along the road we were able to see bits and pieces of each era of historic colony artifacs that once occupied Indonesia.. hidden behind the bushes, between the paddy fields, or on top of the mountains… displayed like in the museum.. marked into the skin of my country like a tattoo.. and at one point I asked my auntie under which colony era are we now? and while we tried to examine our occupants.. we saw this big roman pilar.. and I told her.. oh yes.. the roman occupied us.. just for awhile just for around 6 months… before the japaneese did.. which is actually insane.. since the japaneese occupied us from 1942 and the roman empire collapsed back in the fourteen hundreds to the turks.. so no.. I didn’t know under whose colony were we at that time.. but that isn’t even the main point..

and yes.. okay.. i’m talking in circles again.. but as you’ve probably have been able to pick up.. I was in Indonesia.. in the middle of my family.. and the country was again occupied by some nation.. ( but then again.. have we ever be free? have we ever stop looking high on other more modern nations and start taking pride in us? have we ever take pride in our nation.. culture.. and resources.. that we start to use them to the goods of our people instead of to serve to other people? ).. we were all prisoners.. we had lost our independence and our rights.. we were always in danger.. and we had to always accept orders.. but no they weren’t cruel as we were still able to live at nice places.. eat good food.. and the bus I’ve told you about.. it was quite comfortable actually.. but to me it was emotionally crippling as our basic rights were taken from us.. (not my pride tho my friend.. never my pride.. I refuse to think that the occupants were any better than us..)

I remember the first image was my father.. surrounded by them.. lying on the floor.. uncouncious.. I remember feeling that he’d protected us.. that my mom was busy tending him.. and I suddenly had this intense feeling that I have to protect my brother and sister.. then.. there was separations.. guilt.. responsibilities.. and courage..

The last image was all of us all in this room.. and we tried to join forces.. it was a little bit political though.. as there were people from MPR and stuffs.. well we all try to talk it through.. and my dad was there.. he looked more fragile than ever.. but he was him.. in all his glory and pride.. refusing to loose his dignity.. and I knew that he’d do anything for us.. that he’s protecting us.. and I had this intense love for him.. but I was scared.. I wasn’t scared for me.. I was scared for him.. because I wanted to take his place.. and I wanted to protect these people I love instead.. but I was just not quite there yet..

and then I woke up.. and I felt really blue.. I miss my father more than ever.. the dream had reminded me of his unconditional heroism toward us.. and I know that I’ve been more than worried about his health.. and that I don’t see him as strong and as untouchable as I used to see him.. but yet he still stood there.. with his undeniable charm and charisma.. glory and pride.. with his arm around our shoulders and roof above our heads..

but I so wanted to replace his place.. to make him rest.. and most of all I want to be able to provide him and mom with the things that they’ve been able to provide me.. and if I can’t do so.. at least I would be able to make him proud of me..

And I was scared.. scared that I wouldn’t get the chance to do just so.. if I am not given the time to do just so.. Time is the key factor here.. and I’m racing against time.. I don’t know what will happen in the future.. but I need to know that I’ll have the time to serve and make the people I love happy..

Ps: the first half of this blog entry was in no way meant to express hate towards any specific nations whatsoever.. I think it was more a far cry for Indonesian’s to believe in ourselves… take pride in what we’ve got.. and not look down on our own culture.. how would you know the meaning of it unless you take time to study it? our culture is our dignity.. it’s what makes us unique in this present world.. otherwise we’d be known as nothing.. if you think that it’s too old fashioned.. then invest your time to modernize them.. they can evolve and progress around time.. if only you’d let them be..

another old entry..

Posted personal, thoughts on Wednesday, October 19th, 2005.

phewwwwh.. at least I’ve got some more things done.. so it’s another showreel and online cv left to go now.. i’m soo glad.. I can’t wait until everything’s over so that I can start thinking about more fun things like my wedding in January or my trip to Singapore.. if I’m still going to that though.. and me being back in Jakarta.. yeeeeey.. so much fun..

Oh yeah.. something bad happens.. one of my dog in jakarta is missing.. my favourite one.. my sister’s crying all day long.. I’m still hoping for it to return.. but the thing is I don’t think my neighbours really like him.. because oh well, he likes to bark to people, and I think he made one of them fall, I’m not sure if he’s ever bitten anyone by now.. well because I’m here.. but anyway.. he’s just a cute agressive soul who meant no harm..

But okay okay back to the point.. I’m scared that one of them kidnapped him and threw him away.. even worst kill him.. things like that happens you know.. you might think it’s barbaric.. but it does.. we’ve always tried to keep them inside of the house.. my dad even punish ‘em if they start barking at the neighbours.. but they still do.. oh well.. those little feets just need to run around everywhere they pleases, it’s hard to control ‘em..

So anyway.. i’m talking in circles.. but yeah.. back when I was 6 or 7 one of my dog went missing.. I’ve had a lot of dogs that went missing.. I’ve always had dogs all my life and they usually run away from home when they feel like they’re going to die.. it’s just the way dogs are.. they don’t want to burden their masters.. but anyway.. this one went missing.. and me and my friends found out that the workers who were building the elementary school a couple of houses from my house killed my dog and ate it.. there’s an ethnic group from Sumatra that sometimes eat dogs, it’s apart of their delicacy.. but they don’t usually steal them.. these people were probably just really hungry.. or something.. anyway.. I rushed to the construction site, with like 10 or 15 of my Betawi friends.. we brought like long pieces of wood, and started yelling.. “bring back my dog!!” “bring back my dog” hehehe.. we actually threatened them.. we were quite scary.. and oh well.. they didn’t really care.. what the hell.. we were 7 years old kids anyway..

But yeah.. back then I didn’t buy dogs anyway.. they’re usually dogs that ran around, loose dogs.. and we fed them.. and they stayed.. I had like 20 dogs at one time.. because.. well it was mating season.. and my dog apparently was the prettiest in the area.. so all those young handsome dudes, they all stayed.. and they didn’t leave.. oh well..

Back to blacky.. that’s his short name.. because when we bought him he was black.. you know.. in jakarta there’s this street who sell all kinds of puppies.. and when they sell them there they usually look fancy, you know like those classy race dogs.. but when we bring them home and bathe them.. most of the time they’re not.. like my ex bought a dalmation, and after several washes the dots dissapeared and it turned out that they’ve dyed the poor lad.. anyway my dog here.. after several months.. he started turning grey.. with white spots.. so his name doesn’t really fit him anymore.. but it had kinda stuck to him allready..

So anyway.. blacky is shorter for blekeblek gondhowiardjo.. I don’t think my dad approve of me putting his name at the back of all of our pets.. but I do it anyway.. so he’s missing now.. and I’m praying that he’ll return.. he has to.. his idiotic wive is waiting at home.. her name is doolitle gondhowiardjo.. but that’s a whole other story..

another entry from my old blog..

Posted thoughts on Friday, April 8th, 2005.

My father loves that story… he always quotes me the line that I’ve known it by heart.. his favourite dialogue is always whenever alice met i forgot who.. i think it was the rabbit.. and the rabbit asked her.. what’s alice’s world is like.. and alice answers..

“My world is sooo big.. that you have to keep on walking to be in the same position with everybody else.. and you have to run to be ahead of other people.. “

And whenever I skipped school.. or got tired of it.. or received bad grades.. he kept on repeating those quotes.. and for years I believed in them.. that I had to keep on moving to be in the same place as everybody else.. and that I had to work harder if I want to be better.. (which even though I didn’t tell him, but although I thought that it was true, in my pre-teen years I seriously didn’t care ) And I thought.. that was very tiring.. I’d hate that..

But anyway that’s exactly what my parents have been doing.. they’ve always worked very hard.. and be the best at everything… and I am very very proud of them..

But.. lately.. after I’m able to examine and rethink things.. I don’t think that the entire quote is true anymore.. because if you run.. you do get ahead of others.. but then after years and years of running.. you’ll wear yourself out.. and i don’t want that.. I want to have the quality time that people who don’t walk or run do.. I still want to be able to sleep.. and daydream.. and just have a time for myself to enjoy.. but I also don’t want to get behind and lost like the people who don’t walk or run do.. I still want to be ahead of the game.

So.. I thought.. what should I do?

I think.. the best way is not to run.. but sit down for awhile.. read the situation.. draw a map.. and find the closest.. most convenient way to get there.. and also not to forget to use all the conveniences that you have. If you have a car, drive a car, if you have a bike then ride one.

So the better way than working your ass off is to set your goals, and think smart to plan your way out there… and also consider to use and read all the talent and resources that you have that might help you.

So that’s what I’m trying to do here.. although.. off course.. drawing the map is the hardest part… Especially if the goal you have don’t have a name yet ..

this is a writing I did a year ago on my old blog.. which I thought was interesting..

Posted thoughts on Friday, April 8th, 2005.

There was this forward-minded guy I met.. he’s in his 60’s.. and he’s the boss of this design company.. one day.. he asked me..

What is it that make DIESEL the best jeans? (obviously he’s a fan of the brand.. which I was too at the time, so we clicked!! =) ) what is it that makes them able to put a price tag of 500 dollars for a denim jacket? When other companies can only charge them for a tenth of the price that they’d set.. What makes them unique? Denims are everywhere.. hundreds of companies are making denims..

He said it is because diesel has able to give every piece of denim an energy.. a soul.. a characteristic.. a sexyness in it.. diesel has able to capture the right combinations of those characteristics, and applied them to each design.

Diesel has able to give something new to something that is plain and normal.. such as jeans..

This is the very same thing that I think we need to keep in mind.. and to try to apply to each of our designs.. each of our writtings.. each movies that we produce.. and basically to just every creation that we’re building..

I mean admit it.. most of the thing we create.. has been done before.. we the so called artists plagiarized everything.. as we get our ideas and inspirations from bits and pieces that we’ve seen.. the difference that we can make is to give the soul to every creation. A uniqueness.. a sense of authenticity..

huaaah gara2 sepupu gue nanya2 ttg wordpress.. gue nyari deh blog lama gue.. hehehe.. en ketemu doong!! ni diaaa…

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