A day with familiar faces ;)

Kalau mau jujur, sebenarnya, susah juga mau ninggalin multiply.com. Kadung udah banyak teman di tempat itu. Tapi berhubung sekarang mereka udah beralih focus jadi tempat yang buat dagang (yang mana jadi ngga nyaman buat gue, karena males di-spam iklan). Ya itu jadi salah satu alasan mengapa gue memutuskan untuk beralih ke domain pribadi. Continue reading “A day with familiar faces ;)”

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Few things for POSTKARTraveler 2012

POSTKARTRAVELER, a traveling exhibition project.

Jadi sesuai judul di atas, temen gue – Novi Kresna (yang sering jadi korban kecemburuan gue atas kerjaannya yang travelling melulu – dan selalu lupa bawain gue oleh-oleh!), bikin art exhibition.

Nah, entah anak ini disamber apa, tau-tau aja gue ditodong buat bikin tulisan. Gue bilang iya, tapi ya karena gue mentok – kombinasi antara lama ga berpuisi dan gue yang udah tobat dari kecanduan galau akut. Ya akhirnya gue ambil aja tulisan jadul gue. Diedit seperlunya – Masih belum kadaluarsa Nov!, tulisan gue timeless! Mwahahaha!

Anyway folks, if you can spare your time, please visit Korean Culture Center at Equity Tower 17th Floor, JL. Jenderal Sudirman Kav. 52-53 (SCBD), Jakarta, 12190, Indonesia. From 23th July – 4th August 2012.

It should be awesome! And below, uhm.. my entries for her project. And of course, all the images are belong to her.
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The passing of a legend: Ribut Waidi

Growing up in Semarang, particularly in the 80s, PSIS was the talk of the town. The likes of Ribut, Ahmad Muhariyah, Syaiful Amri, Eryono Kasiha and Budi Wahyono. My family loves our hometown team. My dad, even went to Jakarta to see the final of PSIS vs Persebaya. He recalled that one bonek threw a bag plastic full of piss at him (narrowly missed), but even that doesn’t bother him so much. Why? Because on that day, PSIS won. Continue reading “The passing of a legend: Ribut Waidi”

Gunpla!

I was at Toyzmania 2011 in Blok M Plaza, looking around for game/anime/comic t-shirts, when suddenly my eyes stumbled into this packed booth full of people and boxes. It was a booth selling GUNPLA, a portmanteau of “Gundam plastic model”.

At that time, I didn’t have any clues about Gunpla. But I was very curious, and decided to buy one. So, I came home, bringing along one box of 1/144 RG (Real Grade series) of RX 78-2 Gundam.

1/144 Real Grade - Aile Strike Gundam

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33 and, hey! A new website!

Okay, first of all. I haven’t write anything for a long time. So apologies if my writing seems to be a bit rusty.

So, this is the space where I will be writing on, until the foreseeable future. If you asked me, why I am making a new blog if I already have one? Well, it’s just a part of my new year resolution. And my old blog provider was turning their service into a marketplace website, which I didn’t fully comfortable with that.

So.. what so special about today? I can tell you that I woke up today, and feeling enormously grateful! For the usual “morning wood”, and the fact that I just turned 33.

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Tiga Puluh Dua

Gue udah pake Sony Ericsson k610i selama 4 tahun lebih. Batere udah mulai gembung, layar udah pecah pixelnya. Dan gue ga bisa nelpon lama tanpa kabel charger menancap di pantat hp. Intinya, gue memang udah harus ganti hp.
Alhamdulillah setelah ada rejeki, hp pengganti udah ada di tangan.
Daftar kontak gue salin lewat bluetooth. Gue browsing facebook buat ambil foto-foto teman, kolega dan kerabat buat melengkapi data. Setelah itu, gue mulai edit nama-nama yang ada di daftar itu.
Dari ratusan nama dan nomor, ada tiga nama yang membuat gue tertegun dalam hati.
Barens Hidayat, Pak Agus dan Dewi Cempluk.
Mas Barens, tentu saja nama yang populer di jamaah multiplyah. Referensi kuliner beliau yang luas, sering dijadikan referensi buat nyari tempat makan enak.
Pak Agus Kantin, adalah empunya kantin di FTSP UII, Jogja. Tempat di mana gue dulu sering nongkrong. buat makan, ngobrol atau kabur dari kelas kuliah.
Sementara Dewi, Irawati Kusumadewi atau akrab kita panggil Cempluk, adalah salah satu teman baik gue yang dipanggil sang Rabb tengah tahun lalu.
Yes. We live, we die.
Masing-masing nama di atas punya peran dalam hidup gue, dengan cara mereka sendiri mereka mewariskan sesuatu. dan pastinya, gue sangat hargai itu.
Now, in a few moment. i’m going to be 32. And now, more than ever, I realize that all I want to do in my life, is giving a good legacy. Be that a moment of laughter, a silly joke, a good advice or simply a smile (certainly not for being a proper asshole). I want my life, to be cherished by those who bearing witness to it, as I always tried to life my live to the fullest.
So yes, 32 years old. Wish me luck 😀 

a bullet’s invitation (recycled)

it’s just a few yards more. 
john was running frantically when saw sarah’s car parked on the edge of the cliff, facing the sea. 
“i’m going to kill him if anything happened to my baby girl” whisper john between his breath. he always against their relationship. telling her daughter over and over again that bill will never makes her happy. that bill was just another scum in this bleak city.
in a flash, john suddenly remember when bill and sarah came to him, asking permission to get married. and he got furious just the hear the idea.
after some gun blazing, soon things are getting back to normal. bill never came back, and sarah return to behave like a sweet daughter as she used to be.
but then he knew that he was wrong. he found her daughter cell phone full of texts from bill, planning to get married and escape the town.
and his blood boils hotter.
finally bill got there, still breathing heavily, he shouted his daughter name. looking around in vain. but sarah wasn’t there, nor bill. he checked the car, but it was left empty with the engine revving and the headlamps still on.
and then it struck him when he saw his own revolver on the hood. weighing a small note. he picked the gun and read the note.
as he finished, his tears breakdown. he dragged his trembling body to the edge of the cliff. mumbling her daughter’s name.
he put the gun at his temple, and read the note once again.
“just like you said dad. me and bill can only be together in another life..
ps: you’re invited”