Monday, February 8, 2010

Inconvenient Truths Around Us

Compiled by Carissa
seen through the eyes of the writraer, heard through the ears of the writer

1. It's hard for girls to keep secrets.

Gossiping has always been girls' nature, no matter they swear not to do it or just not really into it. Face it girls, our gossiping level is much higher than guys' gossiping level, which implies that only a few guys like to do it. Say, if a friend of yours tells you a secret - let's say it's a HUGE thing, something extraordinary like she tells you that she is not straight; as in orientation, or her parent may have affairs - you'll definitely go. "Keep it a secret, okay? Just between you and me." Then you'll say. "Your secret is safe with me." But no, the truth is NO; well, unless you have some sort of an urge or determination that you will not ruin your best friend's reputation by spilling out the secret, or maybe...you're just different. That's all.

But without any exception, sooner or later, you'll feel uneasy for keeping such a HUGE secret, something not normal that a friend of yours have and you're the only one who knows about it. It's a nature too for someone not to spill something that has been kept for a long time and especially it's getting to make you feel uncomfortable for keeping something big and that if you spill it out, it's going to be a blast and yet makes a great effect to everyone, your community, and even to the owner of the secret her/himself.

Remember the story "King Midas"? When the king's barber discovers that the king obviously owns a pair of donkey's ears? The king tells him not to tell anyone, but the barber eventually feels uneasy for keeping such a huge secret. Therefore he decides to scream the truth out loud to a hole he digs because he can no longer keep it on his own, and really needs to speak it out. However, his words echo throughout the grass and the secret is later revealed.

If a friend asks you to keep a secret, no matter how huge it is and how bad you really want to speak it out, consider it more as a challenge, for keeping a secret will also judge how you're capable in keeping your mental strong.

Confession: with all of the fact that girls tend to find it hard to keep a huge secret, it also concludes that girls are the best informants ever, considering their or our ability to spread news so quickly and has various networks. So if you accidentally spill a secret of your friend's out to another friend, and you tell her not to tell anyone, it's not going to work. You'll wake up tomorrow to find that the news you've told your friend not to tell anyone, has already been the best topic talked around the grounds.

2. Most Indonesians are not proud of their country

It's common for people to be proud of their country for sure. In an international gathering, whether it's a formal conference that unites people from different countries to a casual chat on internet forums, people will usually be asked about the country they're from. Some of them will not even hesitate to tell good things about the country, or even brag about them. They will usually use this opportunity to draw people's interest about the particular country they come from, some sort of promoting kind of activity. Or in another case, some people will be excited if they're asked to tell some information about the country they come from. They will go blabber about the good things; from nice places of interest, to friendly people, delicious cuisine, or high quality shopping goodies.

But it's different for Indonesians. Our country was once known for having such high nationalism owned by all citizens way back when. We used to be proud of our country! What else can't be bragged about? We got some nice diving sites, thick and dense rainforests, endangered species, isolated white sandy beaches, diverse community...and those are not enough to explain about Indonesia. If you trace back from the history, Indonesia is the only country in Asia which struggles for independence without the help of other countries, because the colonialists refuse to give us freedom back then. Finally in '45, our country gained independence, all by ourselves (let's give our high credits to the honored heroes).

Now, the situation is different. Time changes so fast, as well as the spirit of nationalism that begins to fade. Let's cut this short; I've met and heard so many people, if asked "Do you love Indonesia? Or are you proud of it?" They'll answer is just a simple: "November Oscar".

You ask. "Why? But I've heard so many great things about your country?" they'll answer. "What can we brag about? Oh yes, there's one: our country has possibly the cheekiest, smartest, most cunning people ever existed in this world. You call them corruptors and they even succeed to make our country reaching to the top 10 of the highest corruptions in the world. See? That's one big thing about our country right?"

But that ain't a good thing.

Then, you decide to ask another question aside from the corruption. "And I heard Indonesia has some good natural sites, like rainforests and sandy beach, volcanoes, and lakes." They'll say. "Yes, but they cut the trees off, possibly intending to turn the forests into a desert.

They also start to pluck some corals and kill the underwater ecosystem for their own business. The places of interests, such as for tourism purposes, like museums, they're not well treated. I've seen so many museums out of this country which has been maintained so well by the government, that they never lose visitors...

"Those museums out of Indonesia are extremely clean, updated, cutting-edge, with some technology touch. No wonder citizens in this country always refuse to go to the museum, because their appeal is not interesting enough. The government - I assume - don't really have the urge to attract more people into going to museums. All they do is just putting archaeological and historical items in rows and let them grow worn, dusty, and as if it's not a museum, but a place to sell antiques. I mean, they are items which have existed for hundreds or more years and keep valuable records about important events in the past, not some cheap antiques!!"

"A few more things," they'll continue. "You may say that Indonesians are friendly. Yes, they are, they really are. It's a fact, but let's say, if you're an Indonesian and one day you're lining up to get a scrambled egg for breakfast in an international hotel, and there's a foreigner lining up behind you, let's compare who gets the better service and hospitality by the cook. I've experienced that and the cook indeterminedly made the scrambled egg for me, and it tasted sour too. While a friend of mine disguised as a Thai, requesting for an egg in English. The cook assumed she must be a foreigner and hurriedly - and with a smile too - made a nicely, sweet, salty scrambled egg for her."

Then they'll go blabbering about some other bad stuffs of your country: the traffic jam, the pollution, how the public transportations are not well-maintained (which is obviously the reason why most Indonesians prefer to go by private vehicles or at least, cabs).

After listening to their long explanation, all the bad stuffs about Indonesia, you'll drop your jaw at once. Lastly, they'll conclude that. "Those are the reasons why Indonesia is STILL a developed country, with high level of poverty and some other poor things that should be taken care of."

Well, now from my point of view: I myself have a friend who's exactly like this. But believe me, 'they' doesn't refer to him. One day I ask her where he intends to continue his education to and he says that he wants to go to the X country, because it's a very nice, cutting-edge country...well, all the opposites of our country. Whether he intends to return to Indonesia, he refuses, saying that he'd rather be an immigrant and lives there instead of living an Indonesian.

That's a little too harsh , isn't it?

In my opinion, I'm actually deeply concerned about the current issues Indonesia is facing. There are lots of them, ranging from social (povertypovertypovertypoverty....), politics (the stupid, never-ending Bank Century issue), culture (the claim of our traditional values and culture by another country, and we just do nothing but protest, instead of preserving them for the future), and education (face it, despite the existence of international schools and the whole renewed, up to date curriculum, the education still has unfortunately poor curriculum system, and the worst is, there are fairly less free schools opened for the low class children).

Nuff said? Fine, I'll shut up here.

3. The most annoying question ever. "What rank do you get at school?"

Really, all adults expect all children they meet to be smart. This is a very stereotypical mindset. When you go to a gathering with your parents and you meet some fellow adults (friends of your parents), this question will always come up. Once or twice, that's fine, but if you keep getting that kind of question, trust me, it will begin to irritate you sooner or later.

Ranks always symbolize cleverness, like a badge pinned to one's shirt. Without the badge, the person is nothing. It really determines your position. Same thing as ranks. If you don't get a rank but you're smart, you're STILL nothing for the adults. Rank is still the most valuable thing a child ever has according to the adults (seen from the point of view of a child), your dignity. One thing they don't know: not all smart people can always get the 'badges'.

4. Parents stalk their children through Networking Sites.

You'll find this as one of five top reasons of why parents start to open up accounts on networking sites. Yes, they do want to experience what the younger generations are crazy about. Curiosity. That's the key. Soon parents will begin to find the advantage of using networking sites; which is to find old friends and greet them through cyber world.

But then, they'll find another advantage too. Parents, no matter what, are protective towards their kids and always, ALWAYS curious about what their kids are up to. So it won't be much a surprise if you find your mother suddenly calling you from her office, demanding to tell her who you just added to your friend's list a few minutes ago, just because your mom doesn't recognize the person you just added your friend's list.

In conclusion, networking site is NOT (again, I emphasize NOT) a safe place to chat with your friends about how annoying your parents are. They're watching over, somewhere...out there...

5. English is no longer a "SAFE" language

Face it, English has been an international language since like, years ago. And it's not a surprise anymore if you go to a foreign place outside your country, then you get lost, and the only communication you can use is by speaking English. English has been one of the most important subjects at school and has been taught since we were like...6. Okay, if your kindergarten didn't teach you English, your parents will probably send you out to join an English course or foundation just to increase your English skills.

But now, you think that only high society are able to speak and understand English, that other kind of societies aren't given knowledge in speaking English. Usually, if you want to talk about someone in his/her presence, without being discovered, English is your way of communicating. You just have to talk normally with a friend of yours right next to you, but both of you talk about the person you're currently spotting at.

For example, say you're on a bus and a man sitting right across you have a weird beard that you can't hold for not telling it to your friend sitting next to you. The safest way is to talk to a friend of yours using English, thus, the man won't know what you're talking about (despite you're talking about his funny beird). Or if you're in the classroom, in the middle of Bahasa Indonesia lesson. The teacher is being annoying, and you just can't help to curse her, but in English. Thus, she won't know that the high tone you're using is actually a curse directed to her.

That was yesterday. But today, English is NO longer a "SAFE" language, considering free English education starts to spread in the town, teaching students ranging from street urchins to beggars. That's a good thing actually! Because English is a language of globalization, that proves one's intelligence. Even teachers at school (no matter English teachers or not) start to be given English lessons. So, start not to talk about your teacher or anyone else sitting across you or even the bus conductor in English, they might now.

P.S: Not just English, but it seems, Japanese will follow English as the second "no longer safe" language to write and talk about. So if you're writing a memo to a friend in an English class, using Japanese hiragana, and your teacher catches your act and says. "Wow, you learn Japanese TOO?" Please pay attention that "TOO" here is a dangerous keyword, that indicates if that if you learn it TOO, it means, the teacher refers that she can also...understand Japanese.

The next thing you know, you're so dead and you'll be sent to the principal's office for writing in foreign language about your teacher - the foreign language which the teacher understands. Language is a key of communication, and you must be careful in using it, especially in this case.

6. Good things always come to an end

Theoretically, if you're just getting used to something or someone, you'll lose it immediately. So don't get all used to something, because once you're getting used to it so quickly, you'll lose it sooner or later.

7. When you tell people about your dislikes, they'll bring them up just to irritate and make fun of you.

Really, you see this on TV very lately. There is this variety show where the host invites a celebrity to do some challenges. When it comes to a challenge which features something that the celebrity hates, or worst - her phobia, say like she's afraid of spiders (arachnophobia) - the host cheekily manages to scare her by swinging the spider towards her. Phobia IS a serious thing. Don't try to mess up with it, even though some people don't take phobia seriously. They think it's only a common thing that is disliked and scared by some particular people.

Then you see the celebrity jumps out immediately upon seeing the host runs after her, swinging the spider at her. The celebrity makes a hysterical response, jumping up and down, hiding here and there. At a glance, it may seem funny but really, it's a serious thing. The celebrity isn't acting when it comes to such serious things like phobia.

Another example, you see some balloons hanging near you. Your friend picks a balloon up but she doesn't know you're scared of them (some phobias may sound ridiculous). Then you tell her that you don't like balloons because hey freak you out. Knowing your weakness, your friend starts to think that it may be funny to see you freaked out. Then, she starts to swing the balloons right at you.

Friday, February 5, 2010

The First Weekend of February

Something bad just happened to me on Thursday, but I'm not really in mood telling about all of it here. It'd be just a waste of time. In fact, during the D-day of the bad event going on, I was too speechless that I could barely speak a word. The situation was tense and it was hardly the similar, warm atmosphere I'd once felt a week ago.

Anyway, I'm not going to talk about it now as I promised to. No more poetic expressions. I've had enough of them. In fact, I decided to make a poem about it. Yes, lately I find writing poems much as an escape from problems happening in reality (perhaps some of my poetic friends have affected their skills to me? Not quite sure).

Speaking of poems, I decided that this blog will no longer publish poems. I - instead - have decided to open a separate blog, but still part of this blog, just to collect and archive poems I've made. Not just poems but also literary writings I've made and things that have to do with literature.



Clicky the link above to get to my poem and literary writings above. The blog will be mostly written in Indonesian, so be sure you know about that info first.

Hum...people have been posting on their blogs rarely, and so have I. But don't worry, it's just that we've all been so hectic because it's entering February, a month full of occasions but in the other side, I'm warned that time flies so fast because it's now February - a month to go to the National Exam. I've done pretty well on the past try outs, but it doesn't mean that it's over. Not yet. More exams are coming up this month in preparation of the National Exam and also for the graduation.

Valentine's Day and Chinese New Year are also coming up next week.

And by the end of this month, it will have been a year after my trip to the US last year (Oh my God, the story! It hasn't been finished yet!!! I've been having writer's block on writing itineraries these days. Hope soon my muse will come up again so I can write and finish the whole thing).

Sorry for being all laconic. Really, there's nothing much to say today. Hope soon I'll be writing posts will quality, or at least worth to read.

In the mean time, let's just take a look at these new graphic design works I just made, okay? Hope they'll lighten your moods up :D









Have a great weekend!

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

if only.

"if only national exam hadn't existed, i would have booked a ticket to watch super show 2 in malaysia."

"if only science club had got more members, we could have collaborated together to hold TSEC (tarakanita's science and english competition)."

"if only try-outs hadn't existed, i would have joined my dad in his trip to houston, texas, and visited seoul for a few days of transit."


if only
if only
say that once, twice, or many times
for maybe we only live to regret things
although we know we could never make it true

but they may only live in our dreams

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Movie Week

I'm in love with my laptop now. Guess what, I'm posting this from my classroom again!!! I'm not going to blabber much here, just want to show you my love on movies this week.


THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG
A really cool adaptation from a classic tale to a modern Disney 2D animation set in the 1920s.


DORIAN GRAY
You ask, is it scary? Well, yes, maybe, but you won't think of it anymore once you've seen the charming face of Ben Barnes. Haha


SEIGI NO MIKATA (ALLY OF JUSTICE)
Watching this will remind you of The Devil Wears Prada, only the Devil has the blood ties with her victim this time, not an employee struggling through absurd requests and time instead.

AAH...my Youtube works!!! I should've brought my headset so I can make this classroom into a private entertainment spot! Hahahaha

Monday, January 25, 2010

Music, Inspiration, Me


"Pengen les piano lagi, supaya sering-sering dimarahin...karena semakin sering dimarahin, semakin banyak inspirasi yang muncul buat bikin novel tentang pianis yang karirnya jatuh bangun. Ayo kakak, marahin saya lagi."

Inspiration can come from anywhere
It can be from something that you're seeing
It can be from the place where you're currently stepping your feet in.
It can be from the talk you don't mean to listen to
It can be from a blast from the past
It can be from a dream or nightmare
It can be from your own experience
It can be from your own alternate life
It can be from your own wish
It can be from 'what ifs'
It can be from an inspiring quote

Truth is, you can find inspiration. It's everywhere around the corner. All you have to do is just find it, write it down, make it perfect, before it finally becomes a masterpiece.
Just want to share something, after posting that quote on Facebook, that I find inspiration from being yelled at quite often. So I have joined many, many piano lessons that I always find myself failing at. I've met many teachers, young, old and everyone of them treated me the same: that's because I can't read notes, ever since I was 4, the age I joined a piano lesson for the first time. That's why, I always hate piano lessons. Everytime I changed teachers, I always demanded them (yes, demand) that they would understand me and have an EXTREME PATIENCE so that they knew that I was not like any other kids, who could read notes in just quick glances and played the tunes accurately on the piano keys.

I just simply couldn't do that.

I was different, I realized that. Back when I was 4 and joined a children electone music course consisting up to four kids, including me and two of my cousins, I had some bumpy moments too. Surely, it hurts even more for you to be compared with someone else. And that's what happened to me. My cousin (one of them) was diligent and knew exactly how to steal the attention from the dear teacher. I was not blaming her.

She was a genius though. She was all sweet and had the kind of manner that teachers wouldn't dare to get angry at. Apart from that, she could read notes and applied them on keys accurately. So, after my teacher saw my cousin's playing and complimented with all her might with a smile as wide as a crescent moon, she moved to my electone and I could see her expression utterly changed to a bitter look. I tried my best to convert those "hanging ants" on the music book to the piano keys. I did that slowly but didn't gain the teacher's liking.

Well, to tell the truth, I COULD read notes but I didn't understand much about music theory, about scales and what would they become if they were converted from G minor to F minor etc. I remembered playing Fur Elise for the first time after listening to my cousin playing that, and after I finished the song, I showed my playing to my teacher, which was responded badly, asking if I didn't read the piece. I said yes, and she was not satisfied with it, no matter I had tried to listen to the songs from the MP3 or from my cousin's playing.

That was when I realized that I had something in common with my dad, who apparently couldn't read notes as well nor mastered the whole music theory thingy. We were simply musicians who played by ear. Well, I'm not as expert as Nodame, who did the same thing. I was faaar below that. Nodame was a craze that her life completely revolved around music.

Back to the topic. Apart from all the yells from my teachers, I came to realization that those yells were not all worthless. In fact, if the teachers were before my sight by now, I would thank them and kiss their hands in gratitude (okay, not this much) that those yells that I had received for the past several years, had finally gained an advantage for me. Through all my rocky experience as a pianist, through the whole "READ THE BLOODY PIECE you idiot!" screams and yells, something small emerged from them:

An inspiration.

I may not be successful (bah, I never want to become a pianist, but I mostly gain fictional stories from an alternate universe/version of mine) and I know that I don't even deserve to write an autobiography just like my mom (she's not all successful nor famous, but she dares to write an autobiography published on a Chinese newspaper). From my failure as a pianist and thirteen years of learning piano (I still do play piano now), some 'what ifs' started to appear in my head.
What if I could prove my piano teachers that I could become a good, famous pianist one day without even reading the piece? Only through hearing?
What if my teachers were against me and decided to make me fail if I didn't intend to read notes?
What if my 'play by ear' method really worked and became just like Nodame?
Once again, I'd like to stress out that I never intended to become a pianist. The statement you read above is only a 'what if'. Those 'what ifs' gradually changed into inspiration to make a story, the development and the detailed versions if those 'what ifs'. I might unofficially fail in piano learning, but an alternate version of mine - let's call her 'She' - would never do. I have so many versions of myself: an artist, a pianist, a bathroom singer, a writer, a violinist, and lastly a dancer.

One of those versions, She-pianist, was one and the first of many versions of myself that was going to be immortalized in form of a story, whether it was going to be a novel, novella, novellette, or a short story. But for sure, She-pianist is ME in the alternate universe. She is the main protagonist, whose life is mostly based on my experiences as a failed pianist. But in the real life, I gave up, in the alternate universe (which is going to be made a fictional story), she never gives up and struggles until the world admits that a pianist can become widely known even though she doesn't know anything about music theory, but she knows music by heart and feeling. Okay, I'm not like that you know. Hehe

Back to real life, after settling from piano, I finally found my second home
Violin
Which I promise to dedicate much of my music life for it and even through violin, I found many friends that share the same interest in classical music (after all these years, I live in a community where largely people would think classical music is so old fashioned). But after the December 6 event, I feel like I finally find people to whom I can share my interests at, and to whom I can talk more about classical music without people around saying that my taste is lame. I'd also like to thank Sharon Corr for becoming my inspiration in violin. Ten years ago, after seeing her in a concert DVD, I told my dad that I wanted to hold a violin too, just like her.

However lately, after listening to piano concertos, my inspiration in making the She-pianist novel which once has faded (because I practically have quit piano and have also stopped getting yelled at) somehow arose. That's why the quote at the very top of the post represents my feeling now...
That from today, I want to continue pursuing my talent in piano.
I want to get back to my previous teacher.
To be yelled at AGAIN.
The more and often she yells at me.
The more this inspiration will arise.
Sounds like I'm using her for another purpose, not to develop my skills in my piano, but more in writing. Sorry, kak.

Oh and I promise kak, if you're tired of yelling at me again, I promise I'll learn more music theory. I'll learn how to convert G minor to F minor, how to do the freaking fingering, and such. Thank you.

P.S:
I can't directly show myself as a music lover at school, since my music teacher is hated by the entire students, and teachers too, and since his presence at school, music becomes very much disliked. If I show myself too much as someone who is dedicated in music, my friends will think I'm a follower of that freaking teacher. Get it?

(Sorry that this post is considerably plain without the text highlighting I like to do nowadays, lacking of colors this time. Hope you'll understand that this whole plain writing represents the content of this post)

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Satu Kata Akan Ketidakadilan

Kau tuliskan satu kata
Satu kata yang mengandung ribuan makna
Hanya berujung dengan tanda tanya
Kenapa? Lalu kau tanya
Terlontarlah kata tersebut dalam pertanyaan yang kau tulis

Kenapa?
Satu kata akan adanya ketidakadilan di dunia
Kenapa begini, begitu?
Kenapa ini terjadi, itu terjadi?
Kenapa ia tidak membalas cintamu?
Kenapa manusia saling membenci?
Kenapa manusia saling membunuh?

Kenapa ia tak kunjung datang?
Kenapa manusia begitu egois?
Kenapa ketidakadilan mampu mengubah manusia menjadi begitu manipulatif? Dipermainkan oleh kenyataan?
Kenapa keberuntungan hanya terjadi sesaat?
Kenapa pertemuan manis berakhir begitu cepat?
Kenapa lelaki bercinta dengan lelaki,
perempuan bercinta dengan perempuan?
Kenapa hujan tidak turun di musim kering?
Kenapa sang ayah yang berpisah dengan sang ibu?
Kenapa ajal menjemput begitu cepat?
Kenapa ada yang lemah dan ada yang kuat?
Kenapa mereka yang tak memiliki apapun sanggup tidur beralaskan semen tepi jalan,
sementara mereka yang lain tidur beralaskan kasur hangat?
Kenapa waktu berjalan dengan cepat?
Kenapa selalu ada perpisahan?
Kenapa tak seorangpun bisa mengubah bubur menjadi nasi?
Kenapa, kenapa?

Pertanyaan itu terus mengalir dari mulutmu, kawan
Bendunglah pertanyaan itu
Dengan jawabannya
Adakah seorang memilikinya?
Dari sekian banyak KENAPA yang muncul di benak jutaan manusia di muka bumi ini
Untuk itulah kita hidup bung
Untuk mencari jawaban dan KENAPA yang terlintas di benak kita masing-masing
Untuk mencari jawaban yang tersebar di seluruh bumi ini
Jawaban yang kita itu bukanlah pintu gerbang jalan tol
Melainkan akhir dari jalan kecil, sempit, dan berliku
Yang kita takkan pernah tahu kapan jalan itu akan berakhir

Jakarta, 23 January 2010

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

They have GOT to be kidding me

This is worthless, but I just wanted to point these out, as what my friends have pointed this out for me.

Yes, Avatar has been plagiarized by an Indonesian film production house, and finally it was made into (what I thought) a one-shot TV movie.





Don't compare these, you'll just waste your time. To be honest, I pity the production house which produces the Indonesian-version of Avatar. I didn't watch it though, but I'd heard a great deal of stories about it, about the similarities with James Cameron's version, about the whole dragon-riding stuff and the daughter of the chief teaching the protagonist to become a hunter and later falling in love. I mean...WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO SAM WORTHINGTON AND ZOE SALDANA??? Poor James Cameron, but once again, no comparing. Nuff said, The REAL AVATAR still rocks!!! And even now, it's still on the #1 Box Office.

Speaking of Avatar, I have another goodie to make you go LOL tonight.

Did you notice that someone familiar makes a cameo in the movie? Probably he was about to replace Sam Worthington's role, but...



So...uhm, Mr. Bean, are you intending to join the Avatar program TOO? To be sent to the Na'Vi as a clown?