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The road to happiness

2009-01-21T20:16:00.001+07:00

All roads lead to somewhere. That so much is the fundamental law that governs our reality just as the law that for every action there is a reaction, or that in every Monday there has to be a traffic jam.

Even the road to nowhere leads to somewhere, because nowhere is actually somewhere in time and space but we just don’t have a point of reference for it, or don’t have a name for it, or maybe just like to call that particular point “nowhere”. Such is the case with road that goes round-around on a full circle. This particular road will lead us right back to where we start wherever that is. All though it may sound absurd, those two road lead to somewhere some of us like to be every now and then.
A different case applies to the condition of the road itself. There is nothing certain about it. Regardless of our destination, we would find surprises along the road’s many potholes, junction, and twist and turn. Some road may seems to be as straight as an arrow before suddenly takes you on a 90 degree right hand turn, or may takes all the way up a steep climb until suddenly leveled out on an open plain.

The road to heaven is as treacherous as hell while the road to hell offers a paradise view along the way.
Now how about the road to happiness? We all thought we know the way, hell some of us can even claim that he/she even have a map of the road, but is that so?

Because just like our daily commute to the office which we can honestly claim to know by heart, some jerk going to cut us off the road somewhere along the way, a kid going to jump right in front of our car, as we pulled out of the drive way or a hole going to appear right in the middle of yesterday’s perfect road all of the sudden. They will jump at us when we least expected them and makes us wonder if going to our destination really worth the trip down the road.
I guess as long as it leads to happiness it’s worth it. Because I believe that when ever we take to the road we should always know our destination. And when we know our destination we can, to some degree prepare ourselves for the road. And when we are aiming for happiness, boy, don’t we have a lot to prepare.

When traveling down the road to happiness there are not shortcuts or expressways. It’s a long and winding road with very few rest stops so plenty of chips and extra drinks and several packs of cigarettes might come handy. And God helps you if you ever run out of gas. Also, the road map that worked for some may not work for you. Often all we can do is move on, enjoy the ride and hope that you would make on time, just as the same as when we got caught in the rush hour traffic during rainstorm.

The only thing you can count on the road to happiness is that all road leads to somewhere and yours leads to happiness.

Mouse_Farewell_by_nJoo

2008-02-13T02:01:00.001+07:00

Mouse_Farewell_by_nJoo
Originally uploaded by nodee03

what a cute mouse...

Sekali lagi kurang kerjaan....

2007-12-04T16:42:00.000+07:00

And we were supposed to be working

2007-11-26T22:26:00.000+07:00

Which way my love?

2007-10-29T15:53:00.000+07:00

Last night I had an unexpected conversation with an unlikely friend, Andi. Andi lives just several houses down the alley from mine and usually our conversation ranges from comic to babes and occasional porn collection.
Last night, however, the discussion moves to a rather peculiar subject, a book by Pram called "bumi manusia". The story revolved around a guy who is part of the Indonesian independent movement back in the 19th century till early 20th.
We didn't talk about the movement or how revolutionist so act. Instead we talked about a peculiar fact that the main character never seems to be lucky in love.
His first wife died at a very young age. So did his second wife. Neither of them bore him any child. His third love turned him down for the glamor of Paris. His third wife, and the fourth time he fell in love, didn't die on him. But he was forced to divorce her because she made a political statement and he got the arrested for it. He could have stayed with her but it would cause endless trouble for her.
Andi make a fine statement when he said that it was because the way the character chose was not the way of love. It was the way of idealism, the revolution, and his love couldn't keep up with it or has to be sacrificed.
Does it have to be that way? Can we not have love without sacrificing something... or have our dreams with out sacrificing our love?
What if our dream is to love someone, should we discard everything else and do everything for our love?

The Comma

2007-10-22T18:48:00.000+07:00

Ah, the comma. Finally I can take a break from it all. Even if it was only for but a moment in time, still a break is a break. A welcome intrusion in a long string of letters and words, a moment of peace in the mists of conversation, a white space between the lines. A slight pause, that after a pat in the back softly ask me to move on.
Though a bit hard to notice most of the time, there are times, many in fact, when I crave for that little sign. Though often mistaken for a spot or dirt, still I miss it and I know I need it.
There are others off course, like the dot, or dash, or maybe the apostrophe but none are like the comma.
Take the dot for instance, it always come at the end of a sentence. The last thing you will see on a long string of consonants and vowels, the dot will stop you and then everything must start a new. Most of the time though, the dot couldn’t care less if you do continue or not.
The dash on the other hand, doesn’t care if you are on your dying breath. The dash will always urge you to move on. It totally lacks any compassion and patience as it push your eyes to absorb more and more information, forcing you to swallow all the letters that comes before and after it by the mouthful.
That is why I always prefer the comma compared to any other, and to tell you the truth, I can use one right know.

Warning from the blue man

2007-10-19T13:54:00.000+07:00

Ok, so I didn't make this one... but it's just sooooooo ....
hmmm....
aw heck, watch it for yourself lah!

1003.07 11:25

2007-10-03T23:19:00.000+07:00

malam-malam tak tahu mau kemana
akhirnya tetap di kantor
tentunya sudah tidak bekerja
karena hari gini saatnya molor

tulis-tulis sesuka hati
karena juga tak tahu mau nulis apa
kalau bisa sambil makan kuaci
sayang ga ada jadi ga apa

hanya ingin menulis malam ini
tentang hati yang tak bertuan
dan diri yang kini sendiri
tak tahu mau kemana berjalan

siapa sangka kebebasan begitu besar
membutakan mata, mematikan langkah
namun siapa sangka begitu segar
karena dunia luas menantang dengan gagah

sebentar lagi aku kan mulai berjalan
tapi memang langkah pertama paling berat
tolong jangan ditanya mulainya kapan
mungkin kalau rasa bersalah sudah mulai berkarat

XL Ramadhan campaign

2007-09-14T13:36:00.000+07:00

My 3rd TVC to be aired, the 4th I've made so far. Developed it with Irwan and Denny as the art director. Shoot by Alang-alang production with Agil as the director and Rico as the producer. The spark for the story came from Omot, another art director in my team. Let's not forget Ari, Joshua and Alma from account who have helped sell the idea to the client.
Offline and Online done at Eltra.
I really love this one. Nice n simple story, n well executed. The one shown here is the 45 sec version which has more scene and spaces between dialogue. The pace is also a bit slower here.

No comments are allowed (unless it says something nice)

2007-09-14T12:00:00.000+07:00

http://www.myheritage.com

Renungan sabtu siang

2007-08-25T15:54:00.000+07:00

Siang ini, seperti sabtu-sabtu lainya selama 4 bulan terakhir, aku habiskan di kantor. Satu hal yang berbeda dari hari sabtu lainnya adalah di hari ini aku merasa sendirian dan terkungkung dalam paksaan.
Bukan..., bukan untuk bekerja. Karena sejujurnya siang ini aku tidak perlu mengerjakan apapun. Yang membuatku merasa sendirian dan terkungkung adalah hubungan ku dengan Cupcake. It's one hellish relationship for the past month.
First there was another girl...
Then she said she had enough of me and that this relationship is over
Then come my own realization that maybe it is...
I've been with her for the past seven years and still our relationship waxing and waning faster than the moon ever could.
I've tried, and even been, her friend, lover, brother, father and everything else in between
Some position is more successful that other.
So I decided that to say yes....
that we should end, at least break this relationship for a while
Please not, that "a while" here may last for eternity....
In the mean time....
She can look for someone better
(hell, I know I haven't been perfect)
and so can I
But then all the sudden she said she couldn't live without me
and that I meant everything for her
While in my part....
I feel like I just want to be free!
I don't know what to do man....
I could stay by her side and be a good and responsible partner
but then my heart would suffer forever....
The Fact that she has been pushing this relationship doesn't make it any better for me
nor does it make me love her more.

Hell....
I wish....
I can stay by her side...
but my heart is set to be free....
and I don't want to lie to my heart again....
not this time...
not on this situation....

Second TV commercial

2007-07-18T13:48:00.000+07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RL0l8fILlM4

Here is my second TV commercial. Nothing i can be really proud of but still pretty nice. It's says what it need to say.

My First Ad on you tube on my blog!

2007-07-17T18:25:00.000+07:00

Finally I can fully satisfy my ego while trying (hardly) to entertain you all. Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7VYXHQK_0ZM

Painting on the wall

2007-07-16T15:24:00.000+07:00

While the wind breezes
The swallow gallops away to the horizon
The squirrel keeps a moniker
Among the dancing fir
Listen, my purple pony!
The ants are rolling and rocking
So be careful now…
Less your gentle sway disrupt them

Far on the edge of the cliff
An aged bear roars on and on
So timid and powerless
Isn’t it scary?
And look, over there!
A wench that almost reach her limit
But still she blabber
Too bad nothing silly came out of her

Such is the landscape
in which I life in
invariably changing every now and then
all the while hanging quietly
on a corner of this circle of life

A letter from nobody

2007-06-29T21:26:00.000+07:00

If I was a singer
I’d make an album
About you as my lover

If I was a movie director
The film I’d make of you
Will have many splendid color

If I was a painter
The louvre would be filled
Of your images and character

And if I was a DJ
I would rock the club down
Just to see you sway

But these lousy lines are all I got
Written just in case you forgot
That there is always a nobody
Who wish he can be your somebody
And that somebody is me

Ladies, beware....

2007-06-13T12:16:00.000+07:00

You Are 56% Gentleman

Generally you act like a gentleman, but sometimes you're careless with your manners.
Most people know that you're trying your best - and that's usually good enough.

Are You A Gentleman?

I'm Bad...

2007-06-11T17:20:00.000+07:00

Well maybe not really. Just a bit horny...

Your Deadly Sins

Lust: 80%

Gluttony: 60%

Pride: 60%

Sloth: 60%

Envy: 20%

Greed: 20%

Wrath: 20%

Chance You'll Go to Hell: 46%

You'll die of a yet to be discovered STD.

How Sinful Are You?

You've Been Warned

2007-05-30T11:35:00.000+07:00

Marketing 101

2007-05-03T19:13:00.000+07:00

Here is something I pick from my yahoo group. Personally, it's the best description I've ever heard.

You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say, “I'm fantastic in bed”.
That's Direct Marketing.

You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says, “He's fantastic in bed.”
That's Advertising.

You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her telephone number. The next day you call and say, “Hi, I'm fantastic in bed.”
That's Telemarketing.

You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl. You get up and straighten your tie; you walk up to her and pour her a drink. You open the door for her, pick up her bag after she drops it, offer her a ride, and then say, “By the way, I'm fantastic in bed.” That's Public Relations.

You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and
Say, “I hear you're fantastic in bed”. That's Brand Recognition.

Back on track

2007-04-24T16:24:00.000+07:00

There are many things that can be compared to riding a bicycle. Producing a radio script into a radio commercial, as I have just found out, is just such thing. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been out of touch for too long. It has only been a year.
But still, it takes a while to get used to. Just like when first jump back onto a bicycle after a while. For the first couple of minutes, everything is just feels awkward. You don’t quite sure of the handle bar, can’t fine the brakes, loose your balance, not sure who to talk to, is the talent saying it right, is the music good enough, or why are things happen the way they are.
But after a short while, I was able to get my feel again. I can tell when the talent is doing it right, or when he said it with out enough vigor and such. At the end of the recording session I couldn’t help but enjoying it again. The spirit, the energy, and that little satisfaction when everything is right.
Now all that’s left is just the approval, both from my client and my co-workers. Hopefully I haven’t loose the feeling and I can still deliver a good work.

Uncomfortable comforts

2007-04-09T18:46:00.000+07:00

For the past 4 of days I have been very busy. I'm so busy infact, that I totally missed Easter (sorry mom).
It all started with my client persistency to have their TV commercial shot, edited, and aired in a week. So I have to finalize the script on monday. 1st pre-pro on wednesday, 2nd on thursday. Started shooting on Friday. Did offline on Saturday, online on Sunday, and final mixed it this morning. The commercial itsefl is aired tonight (yipeeee!!!!)
I have deduced so far, that what the production was done on a breakneck speed, by everyone standard. Even the pros that I worked with say it was short of a miracle, especialy with the kind of quality that we have.
The accomplishment is not without is price though. One thing for sure is that, it left everyone on my team dead tired, my account exec even broke out in tears under the pressure (but she also had a lot of other things than this TV comm).
The other thing that happened is not business related.
Since last weekend was a long weekend, Anash (a.k.a Cupcake) had a hard time, at first, taking it. But I must say she handle it quite well in the end. She decided since I couldn't be with her for the weekend, she should be with somebody else. It's a matter of comfort. As long as she had something to do and somebody to do it with, she wouldn't feel down and forlorn, and as long as she wasn't, she wouldn't give me a hard time.
This comforting little arrangements was not so comfortable after all though.
Somehow it made me feel replaceable. I really gotta make it up to her....
Show her that although I may be absent from time to time, it would still be better for her to wait for me.

An open Letter to my baby brother

2007-04-07T16:35:00.000+07:00

Dear Agung....
I'm so sorry that I haven't been able to reply your last email after so long. I have been quite busy lately (lame....). But I have a good reason to be busy. You see, I've moved to another ad agency. It's been barely over a week now and the pace here is hectic!
This new agency is called Colmanhandoko and on the night of my first day (march 27, My first day was March 28), my new boss asked my to come over and help. By the time I finished helping her, it was 4 A.M the next day.
My old agency would spent alot of time between job. I used to have a couple of boring weeks every month where I just don't know what to do at the office. Here, I'd consider myself lucky if I can have a cigarrete break. Back at Lingkom, I only need to worry about getting to the office on time. Here I have to squeeze my brain out and cross my finger, hoping that the client would approve the 3rd batch of radio scripts I just sent them while at the same time brainstorming for the TV commercial I'll shoot in the morning.
But the good thing is...., I'm back at the action, producing all kinds of ad. You should be able to see when you got back to Jakarta. I'm also meeting a lot of new people and learning a lot of new stuff while at the same time brushing up my old skill. Bottom line is, I'm finally doing what I'm supposed to be doing.
Enough about me....
Thank you very much for reading my blog. Somehow, it's the best way for you to hear anything about me, other than through mom and dad. I'm quite proud that you like it. I'll try to write better so can enjoy more.
Your friend, in the mean time, seems to be enjoying herself. She has found another girl from German and having a good time with her. I've met her once, when I and Anash took both of them to Taman Mini. Katina is a nice and quiet, but her friend, Franzeska (hope I got it right) is more livelier and Anash like her alot.
Anyway, You'll be back in June right? don't forget to pick something nice for me. And also don't forget that you have a niece now, so bring something nice for her too. A giant doll will do nice, though I don't know how you'll pack it.
Well..., until then keep reading my blog and take care!

Coffee culture

2007-03-21T10:46:00.000+07:00

Sometime between 4 and 7 o’clock in the afternoon is a different dimension that many of us adore. In it lies our best ability to wind down and relax after a long day, to recharge ourselves and get ready for whatever the night have in store for us. We all have unique ways of getting into this little blissful place but many of the people I know, just like myself, get there with the help of a cup of coffee. I personally choose a cup of Nescafe cream.
Over the time my tools have become a little more complicated.
It has become a set off rituals that I’m so entangled with that I call it my coffee culture. No longer will a simple cup of creamy brown liquid be suffice. This culture requires a specific establishment called the café, some strange sounding coffee and some company, preferably my Cupcake.
The establishment, my culture demands, has to be cozy and nice. It has to be easily accessed, and preferrebly has a good looking collection of female patrons. Such places include Starbucks at PIM, Citos, Plangi, and just about any other mall; coffee bean and tea leaves, Gloria Jeans and the likes. My favorite places are, however, Tornado and Caswell, both located at Kemang district.
As for the coffee itself, I like Caramel Macchiato. It has this sweet flavor that I just adore, although Cupcake is wholeheartedly against it (she thinks I have had more than enough sugar in my vein). Anytime possible, I take my coffee sweet. I guess you can say I like my sugar with coffee and cream.
My coffee culture also requires a lot of cash. An hour or two of it cost about Rp 30.000 (alone) to Rp 100000 (with Cupcake). In US dollars it’s about 3-9 bucks. It may not sound much, but when you’re making as much as I do, it’s quite expensive.
The good thing is, when it comes to coffee culture, the coffee itself is no longer the issue. What’s important is that I can reach that magical dimension that exist between 4 to 7 o’clock in the afternoon, hang out and maybe meet somebody. Who knows maybe we’d bump into each other. If you share coffee culture like me, that is.

The hardest part

2007-02-17T00:00:00.000+07:00

in the morning is
......getting up
at noon is
finding a break
at night is
getting asleep

of working
... are the pressure
on the road
are the traffic jams
of hanging out
is paying the bills

the hardest part in life
is growing up
and realizing that everything has changed
and that what i have is no longer good enough
and for that you have to let me go
and that! is the hardest part in my live
the hardest part of our love
the hardest part....

What's your dream?

2007-01-04T14:28:00.000+07:00

Last week, I had a wonderful Christmas present! An interview at Chuosenko (for those of you who are not in the same galaxy, it is one of many multinational ad agency from Japan operating in Indonesia). And boy, am I thrilled!
I mean finally I've been spotted by one of the big boys and I'm eager to make it!
But I don't wanna count my chickens just yet, after all they may not hatch.
Still there is something worth noticing....
I realize I've had an attitude change! All those time (hardly)working at my current agency has fill me up with passion I never thought possible. Right now I all I want is to create ads! Not just any ads, but (hopefully) award-winning, (surely) entertaining, and still sells the product (absolutely).
I have also become more focused.
How did I learnt that?
From the answer I gave on the questioner that they handed me.
When they asked what I wanna be in 2 years time, I answered "a winner"; in 10 years time, "a winner, several more times". I don't need to be a Creative Director, Senior Copy, Head Copy or whatever. I just want to write and win! An award, a business, the clients, and customer for my clients, I want to win them all!
In the part where they asked me if I have any dreams, I wrote "people are not stupid, clients are not ignorant, and ads are entertaining". Man...., that was one hell of a dream.....
Well, it's a new year now, and dreams may come true....
What's yours anyway?

Happy New Year Folks!

Jogging at Monas

2006-11-29T15:49:00.000+07:00

Matsuri Time!

2006-07-31T13:44:00.000+07:00

Akhirnya setelah sekian lama berharap dan bermimpi ikutan Festival Kebudayaan Jepang, hari minggu kemaren kesampean juga!
And it was a sight to see indeed!!!
there was these little japanesse dolls, a complete altar for boys festival, girls festival, merangkai bunga ala jepang (i don't know what they call it), martial art exhibitions (missed it), origami display and workshops, and also manga and doushinji done by Indonesians (talking bout cultural colonization :P).
But the main attraction of the day was... COSPLAY!!!!!
you know..., the art of dressing up as your favorite manga, games, or anime heroes (or villain). Those guys I saw there really go all the way, and I mean all the way in making their costume. One guy wrapped his entire head with bandages, leaving only a small hole to peek. there was also this girl who wear a costume made out of styrofoam or some sort, that made her look twice bigger then she really was.
Most of them come in pairs or as a group. One of my favorite was a group of about 7 guys (some of them were girls but i couldn't tell) and dress in black with NAZI like ignisia except for this one girl who wear a costume of a nun. too bad i can't remember the name of the anime they were cosplaying (soooooo, sorry folk!)
the only thing i found lacking on that hot sunday was the variation. i mean there was dozens of kamen raider (although from various version) and at least half a dozen Naruto groups. and then there was several final fantasy VII, VIII and X-2. But still... all and all, it was and afternoon i wont forget soon!

(just?) another Personality Test

2006-07-05T16:42:00.000+07:00

OK, let's face it. Is there anyone out there who has never seen a personality test? Well..., anyone? thought so.
But somehow we just can't keep ourselves from taking another one everytime someone found a new way to boost(or kill-depending on the result) our ego by saying that we have a certain psychological or personality traits (hope I got the terms right or Cup-cake's gonna kill me :P)
Or maybe it's just the thrill of widenning those Johary Window? Or maybe it's just for laugh.
Well it doesn't matter, cause I found another one in Alia's blog and judging by the long copy that she wrote, it's quite reliable (detailed info you care to check on it).
To cut matter short, I took the test and found out that I'm an ENFP (Extroverted Intuitive Feeling Perceiving) which mean I'm:
- moderately expressed extrovert
- moderately expressed intuitive personality
- moderately expressed feeling personality
- distinctively expressed perceiving personality

what ever that means... hehehe....

If you want to try it yourself just click here. Sorry folks no cute pictures or flashy animation here.

Football Fever

2006-06-14T17:58:00.000+07:00

The 2006 FIFA World Cup has been going on for almost a week now and I just realize that this time I’m more than a spectator. I’m officially a FAN! A fan of the German team, Des Panzer, to be precise.
How can you tell? Quite simple actually….
For a start I have some official miniature team costume for my car decoration, then I got some official mechanical pencils bearing the German color. I also have the official 2006 FIFA World Cup small pillow and bag with the German colors on it. And of course no fan can claim he’s a fan unless he got the official team costume…
And that’s just the basic!
I also have a couple mugs, glass, and key chain. Oh! And please do not forget my black jacket with German colors.
The only thing won’t, and probably will never have, is the official ticket for one of their games.
All said and done…., those guys better make it to the final round

to the jhon

2006-06-09T14:02:00.000+07:00

You know one of those moments when you just didn't have a chance to go to the bathroom. Like when you are having a very long trip, or a meeting. All the while, the pressure builds up and no matter how hard you try to take your mind of it, it still comes back. Urging more and more to take a time off…, to let the steam off….
Remember the blissful feeling that comes when you finally able to go to the bathroom and relieve yourself.
Strangely…., that is how I feel when writing this post.
I guess that what this blog is all about. A dumpster, a s*%t hole for my brain. The place where my head can go and relieve itself.
Naaa….. enough of the crap talk. Got some work to do. Lets just hope that I wont just throwing craps here.

What do you think?

2006-05-16T17:11:00.000+07:00

This was one of my last project with Andritasiq, a very talented-though-not-very-bright Art Director. And personally, I think it's one of the best ad I've ever made. By the way, the bodycopy reads "Introducing SILK, a smoother and whiter super quality paper. You may wonder how it really feels."

Let's Take a Break

2006-04-24T13:07:00.001+07:00

that was what you said last night and it stunned me. after all this time, after all those jokes about breaking up (and some real ones too), after all those talk about getting merried, after all those fights and laughs, all those tears and pains and smiles and kisses...
Finally you said it, calmly...
and now i'm speechless....
and waterfall of thought has been running in my head ever since.
though i understand why you want it and i'd be lying if i said i never thought about it, still your confident shakes me. and when i saw your tears, i couldn't help but wondering... Was these tears came from parting or was it what you've been felling but kept hidden from me?
Had I tried hard enough to stop you from leaving last night? or did I just let you go? should i have come with you? would anything i do matter?

sigh.........
we still talked afterwards....
but your voice sounds empty....
and when i said i love you...
you no longer reply....

Cup cake....
i can't stop you, but will you ever come back to me?

Corat-coret

2006-04-18T10:22:00.000+07:00

I wrote this sometime ago, combined with some basic retouching. I hope it means something to someone.

Sepenggal Nyanyian Burung Manyar

2006-04-06T15:19:00.000+07:00

"...apa perbedaan pahlawan kemerdekaan yang gugur dan soldadu penjajah yang mampus? Jelasnya, bagi yang mati itu? Nama harum, noda nasib? Semua Jendral yang menang disebut pahlawan, semua Jendral yang kalah disebut penjahat perang. Oleh siapa nama harum dan pujaan itu sebetulnya dibutuhkan? Oleh yang mati atau yang menjadi ahli waris atau kelompok yang membutuhkan legitimasi? Pemerkokoh ideologi yang apriori?"

Diambil dari Burung-Burung Manyar karya almarhum Rm. Mangun.

Jumping in, up and running, only to stagger

2006-03-27T15:39:00.000+07:00

Finally, my first day at the new office. I have to be honest, it’s not quite as I expected. Kind of disappointing, if anyone would care to ask me.

First of all, my desk used to belong to someone who left quite in a hurry. There are all kinds of odd stuff lying around, from which I have deduced that the previous owner of this table was a woman. So far I have found 2 packs of panties, 3 couple photographs, some gaple card, several toys (none of it are sex related), and other useless things. But the worst turn off is the fact that my desk computer is a Pentium III with just 4 Gs hard disk memory and a 64 MB RAM running a 98 Windows.
AND I CAN’T FRIKING SMOKE ON MY DESK!!!

The creative department is tucked on one of the corner part of the office with no planning at all. The room looks a lot like my old room at Lambang Biru, I’m sure some of you can gratify the situation at hand. Only half of the computers here are connected, so whenever you need to pass a file or anything, you have got to have a flash disk or something.
And the worst part is…
ONLY ONE COMPUTER IS CONNECTED TO THE INTERNET!!!

Now I’m not gonna start yapping about the system here. I haven’t been here long enough to say anything. But it doesn’t look good though. My first impression is that there is a kind of attitude that undermines the importance of good creative.
Off course, when you put it all in a perspective, there’s a stint of challenge and ship load of opportunity. But it will take one hell of a commitment and consistency from my part. To kick stuff around and shape things up, or down.
Or I can just pack my bag and get the hell out of Dodge….

Living legends and a hopefull

2006-03-23T16:27:00.000+07:00

Senangnya bisa masuk dalam satu bingkai bersama tokoh-tokoh ini. Kapan ya aku bisa setaraf mereka (dan ngga perlu nyempil gini) hehehehe.....

Don't know any better

2006-03-20T11:45:00.000+07:00

You Are Balanced - Realist - Powerful

You feel your life is controlled both externally and internally.
You have a good sense of what you can control and what you should let go.
Depending on the situation, you sometimes try to exert more control.
Other times, you accept things for what they are and go with the flow.

You are a realist when it comes to luck.
You don't attribute everything to luck, but you do know some things are random.
You don't beat yourself up when bad things happen to you...
But you do your best to try to make your own luck.

When it comes to who's in charge, it's you.
Life is a kingdom, and you're the grand ruler.
You don't care much about what others think.
But they better care what you think!

The Three Dimension Luck and Power Test

Here I Come to Save the Day

2006-03-20T09:34:00.000+07:00

Your results:
You are Superman

Superman		85%
Spider-Man		75%
Robin		72%
The Flash		70%
Iron Man		60%
Batman		55%
Hulk		55%
Catwoman		55%
Supergirl		45%
Green Lantern		45%
Wonder Woman		25%

You are mild-mannered, good,
strong and you love to help others.

Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz

As I lay me down to sleep

2006-03-16T09:18:00.000+07:00

Untill recently, I'd ussualy ask myself one question, "Who are you?"
It wasn't much of a question, being a mere prelude to the stories which I always told myslef to help me sleep.
I've stopped that little habit for some time now, though when I'm quite restless at night, it kind of creep back on me.

That one little question bothers me. Alot, since I was in university. Cause back then I realise that it relates to my well being. It's my alter-ego doing a check on me and not liking what he saw, decided to haunt me....
My mind defended me by turning it into a prelude for bedtime story. An excellent way to keep my sanity untill I realise that my bed time stories are the reflections of my hopes and dreams, my unsatisfied desires.

So now, whenever I'm about to sleep and that question pops up in my head....
I know something is wrong with my life

"I'm so anxious that my anxiety have anxieties..."
-Good ol' Charlie Brown-

Gado-gado

2006-03-10T16:21:00.000+07:00

MARAH
SEDIH
GEMES
FRUSTASI
BANGGA
SENANG
plus....
NGIMPI....

Itulah perasaan ku saat ini. Semenjak milis CCI langgananku marak membicarakan Young Lotus Award yang sedang berlangsung di Pattaya.

Tapi apa mau dikata..., memang bukan jatahku untuk kesana. Jatah? Emang siapa yang bagi-bagi gratis? Atau aku memang belum mampu? Atau mampu hanya belum dikenal? Atau sudah dikenal cuman terbukti tidak mampu?
Kalo itu aku yang pergi apa aku akan berhasil lebih baik?

A moment in the sun
itulah yang akan aku nikmati dan aku manfaatkan seandainya aku bisa menang award, any kind of award. Aku akan nikmati karena mengingat kondisiku sekarang masih banyak yang harus aku lakukan untuk bisa mencapai itu semua. Dan waktuku tidaklah lama lagi...
Aku juga akan memanfaatkannya dengan belajar sebanyak-banyaknya dari mereka yang ada disekitarku. Bagaimana saingan-saingan ku bekerja, ilmu apa yang mereka punya, apa saja kelebihan mereka dan kekurangan ku. Dan pastinya memanfaatkan untuk mendapat duit yang banyak dong... :P

Anyway...
FYI, finalis Young Lotus Award dari Indonesia tahun ini salah satunya bernama Nico Owen. Miripkan sama namaku..., Nicolo Danar
Nasib aja yang beda jauh. :(

Well Nico (owen), Provisiat boss!!!! Dan terima kasih atas cambukannya

Song for Butterfly

2006-03-03T09:53:00.000+07:00

I first heard this song some time ago and it's just lovely. When I found the song in my friend PC, I just can't stop myself from searching for the text and posting it. One thing bug me though..., just what in the hell is a rainbutterfly? :P

She Goes Nana
the Radios

She's like a rainbow
Sways while she glows
Moves like a river
Turns while she flows Uuh yeah

And then she steels your heart away
She's taking it all someday I'll make her mine yeah
You look into her angel eyes
The cherry red sun will rise and love will shine

CHORUS
When she goes nana nana
Colors will keep on turning
Shimmering by like a rainbutterfly
Cruising the blue blue sky

Oh she
Shines like a flower
Fades while she grows Uuh yeah

And then she wipes your tears away
She's holding your hand someday like lovers do uuhhh
You hesitate another while
She's showing her magic smile and dreams come true

CHORUS

She's on the run
Flies on and on
She's cruising the sky my friend
And in the end she goes
She goes nanana

Nana nana nana nana
Colors will keep on turning
Shimmering by like a rainbutterfly
Cruising the blue blue sky

Just a Cup of Tea

2006-03-02T11:02:00.000+07:00

It's nothing much. But still, a cup of tea is what I really find missing ever since Mom is busy taking care of her new grand-daughter.
Not the empty, quiet home, dark and forlorn as it may seem. Not the clean dining table or the cold kitchen, I rarely eat at home anyway. Nor is it the absen of a human being to greet me as I open the door and enter house, or the lack of conversation there of. There has never been much of it since my childhood.

For me, A 25 years old copywriter who still lives with his parent *sigh, the one indication that I've been left home alone, is the lack of a cup of tea set on my side of the dining table. It's a sign that my Mom, the one person who is supposed to be home, is not here to take care of the house, my Dad, and me. Kind of selfish and lame don't you think?

But still it answer one of my most nagging question. No, not about the life, the universe, and everything. It's about what would I miss the most about a person close to me, should they one day decided to walk out of my life.

The strange thing is..., is not a very nice cup of tea my Mom made. Mom always made it in the morning, while preparing breakfast for Dad which most of the time happens after I left for work. By the time I got home, pretty late most of the time, it is dead cold, brewed some 12 hours ago.

Still it's a sign that someone remember me...

Thanks for the tea Mom

Moving Out

2006-03-01T10:52:00.000+07:00

I'm finally moving out of New Flavor! After 2 years of routine, starting March 27, I'll start working in a new agency called LingKom (Lingkar Komunikasi), thus creating a 'new' routine :P

It's not that I'm eager to leave my friends here at New Flavor, especially since I've been with some of these guys for my entire career (so far at least, *drama king mode "ON"*). Still, Heaven knows I need to get new experiences. I can also use the extra money though, hehehe....

So now all I got left here in New Flavor is 18 working days. Most of which I'll spend tying up all the loose ends, such as one last radio comm, several revision for print ads and (I HOPE) a photo shoot. Other than that, i also have this strange feeling of being estranged.

In restropect, this is the end of a beginning for me. Soon a new beginning will start and I hope is it start well.

*sigh* I'm gonna miss all those SOBs.

Welcome Little Angel

2006-02-22T11:02:00.000+07:00

Hari ini, 22 February 2006, kakak-ku tercinta dianugerahi seorang putri cilik yang cantik. Sungguh sebuah anugerah buat keluarga-ku karena dia adalah generasi ke 4 dari keluarga Moersaid, kakek-ku, dan ke 3 dari keluarga Gatot Purwanto, ayah-ku.
Keponakan pertama ku, yang sayangnya sampai saat ini aku belum sempat bertemu. Tapi ngga papa...
Paman-mu yang satu lagi masih harus menunggu jauh lebih lama lagi sebelum bisa bertemu dengan-mu, malaikat kecil.
Jadi...., walaupun aku bukan yang pertama, ijin aku mengucapkan:

"Welcome to this world little Angel!"

Personality Check (updated)

2006-02-20T16:34:00.000+07:00

Too those of you who know me... PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE visit this site My Johary Window
I want to learnt more about my self (narcist mode "on"), hehehehe....

So far, 11 people has answered the call. And here is the result:

Arena

(known to self and others)

caring, cheerful, friendly, sentimental, witty

Blind Spot

(known only to others)

able, accepting, adaptable, bold, clever, complex, confident, energetic, giving, happy, helpful, idealistic, kind, knowledgeable, logical, mature, modest, nervous, patient, relaxed, self-conscious, sensible, silly, spontaneous, trustworthy, warm

Façade

(known only to self)

searching

Unknown

(known to nobody)

brave, calm, dependable, dignified, extroverted, independent, ingenious, intelligent, introverted, loving, observant, organised, powerful, proud, quiet, reflective, religious, responsive, self-assertive, shy, sympathetic, tense, wise

Dominant Traits

63% of people agree that Nodee03 is friendly

All Percentages

able (9%) accepting (9%) adaptable (45%) bold (9%) brave (0%) calm (0%) caring (9%) cheerful (27%) clever (9%) complex (18%) confident (45%) dependable (0%) dignified (0%) energetic (18%) extroverted (0%) friendly (63%) giving (9%) happy (27%) helpful (27%) idealistic (9%) independent (0%) ingenious (0%) intelligent (0%) introverted (0%) kind (18%) knowledgeable (27%) logical (9%) loving (0%) mature (9%) modest (9%) nervous (9%) observant (0%) organised (0%) patient (9%) powerful (0%) proud (0%) quiet (0%) reflective (0%) relaxed (9%) religious (0%) responsive (0%) searching (0%) self-assertive (0%) self-conscious (18%) sensible (9%) sentimental (18%) shy (0%) silly (36%) spontaneous (9%) sympathetic (0%) tense (0%) trustworthy (9%) warm (18%) wise (0%) witty (9%)

Created by the Interactive Johari Window on 21.2.2006, using data from 11 respondents.
You can make your own Johari Window, or view Nodee03's full data.

To those of you whom I haven't had the honour and pleasure to meet personaly, please feel free to contribute as well. hehehehe.......

Candu-mu

2006-02-15T09:44:00.001+07:00

Sedikit demi sedikit
segalanya menjadi indah
dan tiba-tiba aku terjerebab
tak kuasa meninggalkan mu

setitik demi setitik
pesona mu merasuk ke dalam sukma
mengisi setiap relung hati
membutakan jiwa

lengkaplah sudah Kasih....
kini aku tak kan bisa lari dari Mu
dalam setiap tetes darah ku
mengalir senyum-mu

aku kini mencandumu sayang...

Employee's Grudge

2006-02-10T10:54:00.000+07:00

...is what you get when you found out that the fictional post on the production budget worth more than your monthly salary.

God Help Us....

2006-02-07T12:05:00.000+07:00

I'm feeling a bit down lately, and I've just found out why.

You see..., I was born a Catholic, raised a Catholic, and so far has been suspected to die a Catholic as well. But yet, somehow I've lost contact with my root. The reason for this phenomenon I believe, is the lack of a patron saint for my current profession as a copywriter in an advertizing agency.

Roman Catholic has patron saints for almost every profession known to men, and women. Some profession even enjoy the patronage of several saints. But so far I haven't been able to find a patron saint for people working in advertizing.

This is outrageous. I mean, advertizing job is said to be tha second most stressfull job in the world, the first place goes to air traffic controller who also don't have a patron saint (poor bunch of SOBs), and we don't have anyone up there looking after us!

Isn't there any among the hundreds of Creative Directors, Copywriters, Art Directors, Account Executive, or Graphic Designers, or anybody else working in an Ad agency good enough to be a saint? I know many of my fellow advertizing man has created a few miracle of some sort. Like making a ciggarete designed for women a symbol of American masculinity and independence, or made a pair of snicker produced in a third world country worth the same as the average income of such country.

If those are not enough miracle to make one a holy man, at least it should be enough to make a man say "holy %$#*!!!"

Chasing Butterfly

2006-01-27T16:02:00.000+07:00

You float through the evening mist
As the leaves, moved by the wind, twist
The sun shine plays the color of your wing
As I, joyfully see you dancing

Come my little butterfly
‘ere we part and say goodbye
Play with me a little while
So I may savor the beauty of your smile

For I know, I can never make you mine
And our time is sparkling stars that shine
Though it will never last trough the nite
In my heart it will linger, deep down inside

Another Blog Online

2006-01-25T11:36:00.000+07:00

Ladies and Gentlemen....
I'm proud to present you, my latest creation...
Mundane Diversion
As it name imply, you wont find anything usefull there. Just pictures of my and my life. And since my life includes my friends..., some you might be able to find their pictures there.
Anyway..., come and have a look every now and then. It maybe mundane, but still a worth-while diversion.

How do I look?

2006-01-24T13:56:00.000+07:00

I can't seem to find my good look. I mean everybody should have one right? But where's mine?
Cup-cake once said that all in all, I'm not a bad looking guy. But not handsome either. Just nice, cute (or funny), with light complexion which somehow has become my main facial attraction.
In my own opinion, my face consist of two things, circles and lines. A large, round circle for a head with 3 straight lines to denote my eyes and lips. Hell, no wonder I never got any offer as model. :P
That physical image of mine somewhat contradicts with a mental image I have of how I look (talking bout dreaming..., hehehe). In my mental image i got a more straight face with strong prominent jaw, a full lips, bushy hair and a big eye. My surgeon said I'd be better off getting a new head than undergo a plastic surgery. Damn him....
Anyway..., so far this is the best picture of myself that I got.

PS: for those of you who don't know me, I'm the one on the foreground.

CAUTION: MAY INDUCE VOMITING

2006-01-08T14:09:00.000+07:00

Hey what do you know...
I just found out that...

What type of God/Goddess are you? (Anime pics)
brought to you by Quizilla

You're the God/Goddess of the Moon! you're very beautiful and elegant. you grace others with astounishing beauty others follow you around everywhere hopeing to become your friend, people stick to you and get crushes on you easly cuase you're so beautiful and great in everyway. you're very romantic and can make anyone fall in love with you easily witch can work out in a bad way sometimes. cuase you're not fond of hurting people. but you don't hurt them often so when you do it comes down on you hard. your wounds don't heal quick and many don't heal at all. it depends on how close of a friend it was that tells you if it will heal or not. otherwise you're a great person to be with anyone would adore being your partner in life.

Sampingan Jek!

2005-12-29T18:04:00.000+07:00

Hell..., I'm supposed to be on vacation for a week. But yet, against my better judgement I took a side job offer from Novi, a friend of mine.
It was nothing big, just translating some travel brochure. Ussualy I split the work (or throw the whole load) with Ferdy (sorry I left you out on this one big guy). But this time I took it all myself.
And now it's finally done! Some 20 pages of travel brochure written some in English, other in Indonesia. And it cost me 2 days of free time! Damn! Never thought it would take that long....
But I think it's worth it. According to my calculation, I just earn around 1.2 million rupiahs (yippie... that's more than half my monthly salary!). But that's my calculation. Novi haven't edited it yet. Still I'm expecting at least Rp 500.000.
Besides that one, I'm also making some money by selling Jack D, Black Jhonnie, and Chivas whisky. It's not that profitable, but still it means extra cash.

Christmas Aftermath

2005-12-27T16:03:00.000+07:00

So Christmas' just two days ago and I think it's save for me to say that inspite of no Christmas tree, or Carols, or wrapped up surprizes, it hasn't been a very bad Christmas.
I had a wonderful Christmas Eve though it strated out with some heated argument with Cup-Cake. The night ended with the two of at the church, hardly praying but truely enjoying ourselves. After that it's the usual hand shaking ritual with old friends, saying "Merry Christmas".
After that I drove Cu-Cake home and went back to church for some after-mass party. The menu consisted of beer, some coctails, and my long lost favorite Saksang (Dog meat with spicy seasoning, woof....woofff!!!).
Well the should have ended then and there (around 2 AM), but I just had to stay to play some card. My little indulgence made stay at the party till almost 4 AM and inevitably lead to another fight with Cup-Cake (we fought quite often lately).
After we sort it out, me and Cup Cake went to Karin's place for some Christmas-get-together barbeque. The food there was great but the main feature was a bottle of wine and a bottle of Champagne, that our host has been kind enough to provide. I also brought my little concogtion, a bottle of Chivas whisky. You can say that the combination of food and drink was enough to make everyone merry and bright!
I still got some barbeque planned for new year eve. Hope it will be just as fun!

Wish it would snow

2005-12-23T12:04:00.000+07:00

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...
With every Christmas Card I write...

2 days before Christmas and still no tree in my house...
I haven't even played any Christmas tune lately. Somehow, Christmas just seem to have lost its meaning to me. For the first time in 5 years, i haven't got any present wrap up for my Cup-cake.
Oh well.... at least I can still hold her tight if every thing else gone wrong...
In the mean time I'm gonna keep on dreaming of a white Christmas.

Merry Christmas to All of You!

Need a wake up call?

2005-12-19T14:10:00.000+07:00

I'm the kind of person who loves to sleep late. Even when I go to bed around 9 or 10 PM, I'd usually found myself awake around 12 PM or 1 AM for no obvious reason. As a result, i often find it quite difficult to wake up in the morning. No amount of clock alarm or my cell phone reminder, or even wake up calls from cup cake can get me off my slumber.
All save one...
The chorus of about 2 dozen kindergarden-ers who happens to enjoy the first part of their education right next door. Every morning around 8-9 AM they would start either chanting, singing, or howl for kingdom come. The last thing they haven't tried is yodeling. Pray they never would get the idea...

Creativity Hang Over

2005-12-15T08:11:00.000+07:00

After 3 days of marathon brainstormings, several dozens of layouts and about a hundred headlines, taglines, and endlines....
Deadline will be dreadfully welcome.

You Killed Her!

2005-12-13T10:26:00.000+07:00

You BITCH! She was my child and you killed her! You were supposed to stand by her side, by my side! You were supposed to fight for her!

Sure she's not perfect, but she had the quality and she will be beautiful, if only you'd let her grow. If only...

Fuck bitch, you were there right beside me when she was born. Hell..., you even lent a hand. And more..., we were supposed to be a team and support each other. But you abandon me every time, just as the going get rough. And you abandon her, just because some two-time-loser sounded like her.

Shit bitch, where is your faith in her? Where's your faith in me? Where's your faith in us, in what we've done?

It's Friday!!!!!!

2005-12-09T17:29:00.000+07:00

And theme song for every Friday is....

KISS
I Want to Rock and Roll All Night
~Stanley/ Simmons

You show us everything you've got
You keep on dancin' and the room gets hot
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
You say you wanna go for a spin
The party's just begun, we'll let you in
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
You keep on shoutin', you keep on shoutin'

I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day

You keep on saying you'll be mine for a while
You're lookin' fancy and I like your style
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
You show us everything you've got
Baby, baby that's quite a lot
And you drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
You keep on shoutin', you keep on shoutin'

I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite...

Mumbling about love...

2005-12-05T15:38:00.000+07:00

Is it love, if you never see your lover?
But then, love has no bounderies. No matter how far, no matter how long gone. If it's true love nothing matter, even not seeing you lover.
Now how bout my own love...
I love her and everyday without her turn my love into anger. Not of her though...
It's anger of my own inability to find my love...

Oh Mary, the holy mother, I wish to see my lover
a second, a day, it daoesn't matter
for a true love is what i have for her
a true love that will never waver

PS: written a couple of days ago when I had to work late

I need a break...

2005-11-23T18:58:00.000+07:00

Truly, I do...

A vast and empty spaces
is what you'll find
Nothing but traces
of fleeting thoughts here in my mind

Things that come don't stay anymore
instead they are lined, arranged, and sent trough
No longer it's an imagination gallore
more like a systematic static and....

Hell... I can't even find a right word to rhyme anymore!

Balada Mahasiswa

2005-11-23T18:43:00.000+07:00

Senin pagi... (matahari telah tinggi)
hari masih pagi... (sudah hampir jam 10 lagi!)
Kuliah... lapar... (nongkrong dulu ga ya?)
eh dosen sudah masuk.
Hmmm..., absen....
tugas... tugas...?
(Damn, gua lupa!)

written sometime ago back in 2004, based on actuall event.

What now? An English Zombie?

2005-11-15T09:31:00.000+07:00

OK, I think I owe the English people an apology...
The English language, the Spitfire, the Beatles, and the Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy movie were not their only contibution to our little planet. They have a homosexual knight, spice girl, Aston Martin, hemophilia (which according to some helped in erasing the Romanov and the rise of Sovyet Union), and so on...

Well.... Here's another flick from that great empire worth watching.
Bring in Shaun of the Dead!

It's a..., well shall I say, spin off from George Romero's movie Night of the Living Dead (one of my all time favorite horror movie) and Dawn of the Dead. It is a not suprise that them English make this movie, I mean where else can you find zombies walking around but in Britain? Hell, they even got one acting as the Heir to the Throne!
And you all know that Englishmen are well known for their common senses, so this movie has more of it than Goerge Romero's. Like how the world doesn't just come to an end when the dead come back to life. Or how the British Army managed to save the day, like they did back in WW II.
All in all, this movie is fun to watch. And now I found myself a British movie fan, woe is me....

The Stench of Defeat

2005-11-14T18:50:00.000+07:00

Yuck!!! What an awful smell! It’s the kind of smell I have right now in my office. It’s so strong and suffocating.
No surprise though…
My latest creative team was formed barely 2 months ago. The formation is me as the copywriter, Gede (a recent addition) as the AD, Rahman as 2nd AD and part copywriter, Arief as Graphic Designer, and Daniel (another recent addition) as AE. All of them have had previous working experience in advertising so you can’t say they are all green. But all of them except me and Arief are new to Metro Dept. Store (the brand we are working on), and Arief hardly have anything to say about creative concept.
Well the first job we set out to do was creating a Christmas campaign for the client. Supposed to be a fun job right? WRONG!
As it turned out, they didn’t like any of the idea we presented and they’ve got themselves a bunch Santa decoration for the store, so what ever creative idea we have for the print ad must have a Santa in it. The problem was we did the Santa thing for last year! And last year, me and my old team had come with dozens of Santa layout so for me basically it was a spent idea.
But hey, what’s life without its little tortures right? So we tried a bunch of new layouts, which they all promptly rejected, before finally deciding to try one. But that’s not it, there a still a bunch of other materiel to developed including radio commercials. To top it off, we also have to present materiel for later promotion such as year end clearance, big sale and Chinese New Year. And from that moment on, we had to fight up hill against the usual problems and some, like uncertainty of the promotion details, deadlines, schedules, the bureaucrats in the office (both my own and the client’s), the general economics (oil prices rocketing sky high), the client’s declining sale and their busted sale schedule and many more, only to be defeated in every step.
First our other materiel (there were supposed to be 3 different layouts) was turned down, so were my radio script, and the ideas for future promotions. I for one haven’t slept soundly for a month.
The knockout blow was delivered today. After a problematic photo session, the final layout was rejected and the clients ordered us to used last year layout! F$%*!!!!
All of our hard work and the client’s money wasted down the drain. I don’t wanna do it, but I’m sure some finger-pointing will soon follow...
No wonder it stinks around here!

A Black from the Past

2005-11-12T16:42:00.000+07:00

There's a certain depressed mood when ever I listen to this song. The feeling you got from an impending and un-escapeable doom that is yours and yours alone. Imagine having that kind of feelling when you are just 10 years old. Not nice isn't it?
Well, I was about that age when I first heard this song and it stuck in my mind, almost word by word. That's why I just have to post the lyric here.

Paint it Black
by the "Rolling Stones"

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens ev’ry day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facin’ up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin’ sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin’ comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm,...
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!

10 things I love to do in Bali

2005-11-09T18:19:00.000+07:00

My recent trip to Bali with my parents, cup-cake, big brother, a pregnant in-law (my brother's wife), and a kid who lifes next door (quite an entourage wasn't it?) was such that I just have to make a list of the things I want to do the next time I went there. To serve as a guideline

So here it is, 10 things I love to do in Bali

1. Surf on the beach
2. Surf on the beach
3. Surf on the beach
4. Surf on the beach
5. Learn to surf better, either with bodyboard or the surfboard
6. Walk down the beach with cup-cake
7. Check out the babes on the beach
8. Get drunk on the beach
9. Sleeping all day in my hotel by the beach
10.See what else beside the beach this lovely island has to offer

Hitchhiking the English Way

2005-10-24T16:57:00.001+07:00

In my opinion, there wasn't much the British had contributed to this world. The best things to ever come out of that big island was the english language (which is part latin, nordic, wales, irish, scotish, and france,) the spitfire, and the beatles (the spitfire was not a band, mind you, it was a single engined, propeler driven fighter plane from world war two.)
Well now something else good has come out of that island. A movie titled Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy!
Why is it so good? Well for once, it beats the mad cow disease, imperialism, and tea time for it's entertaintmen value. It's hillarious and witty, unbelieveable story line punctuated by strange twist and some wonderfuly punch line.

The story, strangely enough, don't tell much about the galaxy or how to hitchhike. It's about an Englishman who was robed out of his home, his planet, with out proper tea, and travelling across the universe in his pajamas. Along the way he was accompanied by an alien who just love towels, another alien with two head, his true love who is also the only other human being to survive the destruction of earth and a chronically depressed robot named Marvin.
If that's not bad enough, he's chased by an entire race of beurucratic aliens and manipulated by mice!
So sit back, take a trip down the galaxy and enjoy one of the funniest movie ever produced by britain!

To Charge or not to charge...

2005-10-20T13:37:00.000+07:00

really..., that is my question. It's not some Shakespeare spin-off, he's been quoted on too many time already...
I'm thinking about getting a credit card, but I'm not sure. I know I need it..., but then I don't think I'm making enough money and I'm not planning to spend hard on anything anytime soon. Why would I need it?
I know it would become handy in emergency situation. But will I be able to keep my self from getting trap in consumerism?
What do you think guys...??? You think I shoud get a credit card or not?

Dr Jeckyll and Mr. who...???

2005-10-17T11:28:00.000+07:00

This morning just before I left for work, I caught a glimpse of Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde on the HBO. It set me thinking (it also made me late to pick up cup-cake) that what a silly notion that story is.
We don't need no potion to change from one personality to the next.
Hell, we do it every day and night with so much ease that we often forgot which one is which...
We always change personality when we are at home, at the office, with a stranger, lover, love ones, with our boss, our employee, our friends, a hot babe, a hunk, the police, our parents, in-laws...
I even change personality everytime I hit the shower! When I'm in the shower, I'm a rocker performing with a band. I sing out loud and even throw a stage dive or two.
The truth is, in this wicked world we live in, we need a pair of Jeckyll and Hyde or two to make it trough. At least that's how I fell...
But then how bout honesty and being true?
For me the trick is to fully understand which personality is the real you..., and pick a select few humans to whom you can be true. Meet them on a regular basis and when you do, make sure it's the real you, not another jeckyll or hyde...
Then maybe..., we'd be able to keep a slice of sanity

In Memoriam

2005-10-10T13:35:00.000+07:00

Selamat jalan kawan...

Kini sekali lagi engkau melangkah mendahului kami
seperti dulu
ketika bersama menapaki Gede dan Pangrangro
menyiapkan jalan setapak
atau membuka lahan untuk kita semua bercengkrama
melepas lelah dan bergembira

Tapi kini engkau tidak pergi untuk mendaki gunung manapun
Engaku tidak pergi untuk membuka lahan
dimana aku nanti akan datang untuk menancapkan tenda

Kini Kau pergi mendaki jalan yang lain
jalan yang tak mungkin ku tempuh....
Kau pergi mendaki untuk menghadap Dia...

Doa ku beserta mu kawan...
dan kenanganmu akan selalu ada di hatiku

terima kasih atas segalanya...
dan maafkan aku tak dapat menemanimu dalam perjalanan terakhirmu
ketempat peristirahatanmu

In memoriam of yoga, who passed away on Oct. 8 2005
Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis

Reinventing yourself, again...

2005-10-03T17:03:00.000+07:00

I've just remember how I was inspired to write the previous post titled "Reinventing yourself." I got the idea after watching eternal sunshine of a spotless mind, a movie starring Jim Carrey.
The story itself revolve around a guy who tried to forget about his girlfriend after falling out of a relationship. To do it, he went to a special doctor who uses a machine to erase memories from people's brain. The whole process was done when the person is a sleep or put to sleep. The result was that the person will completely forget the selected memories without knowing it and it's irreversable. Much like erasing a file from a computer.
The problem was the character played by Jim Carrey found himself awake inside his memory with his girlfriend, the part of memory that he wanted to delete. As he re-live it, he realize that the memories was such fun that he decided he wanted to keep them after all. And so, as the doctor and his assitants tries to erase it, our hero runs around his brain trying to save the memory of his girlfriend, or at least part of the memory.
What does that got to do with reinventing yourself? Well..., I think to erase our memory, no matter how scant or bad or frightening or humiliating, is to lose our self. As a person, you will be undone. As a human being you will be gone.
That's something I know, I wouldn't wanna happen. 'Cause at least, with my memory intact, I know what I should or shouldn't have done.
How bout you? Need something deleted?

Time killers

2005-09-30T15:54:00.000+07:00

If you ever got bored with what ever it this you are supposed to be doing, the may be this could help.
Or, if you are not into reading, maybe you should try this.

1.000 Visitor!!!

2005-09-29T15:26:00.000+07:00

Today, at around 3.30pm WIB (waktu Indonesia Barat/West Indonesia Time) Dee pojok had recieved its 1.000 visitor. Yippie....!!!!!!
Not that I want to be a narcist or anything is just..., aaa what the hell! I'm a narcist!
Anyway...
Thanks to all of you who has come to deepojok. Hope you enjoy it and have a good time reading it. Because that's what deepojok is all about, having a good time.
I definitely indebted to my Cup-cake. I believe she my number one fan of this spot. And then there's my friendly co-pilot Ferdi for all his assitance in setting up deepojok. I also owed much to my ex-CD (Creative Director) Jaja, as he was the one who urged me to write blog, as a way to sharpen my writing skill.
I must also thank all my friend who has come and visited deepojok such as Bavalova. And last but not least, thanks to my new family Blogger Family, without whom it would took years for deepojok to have 1.000 visitors.
Finally, let me just say: see you at deepojok and lets have some fun!!!

Reinventing yourself

2005-09-26T15:04:00.000+07:00

All of us must have felt bored with ourself every now and then, bored with what we are or who we are. And sometime during the course of our life, our burden and sins also seem to have mounted so high that you just can't seem to take another step forward. The ghost of past seem to keep on haunting you.
At these times, gradual changes, one-step-at-a-time evolution just don't seem to work.
At times like that, we need something more radical. A version of revolution of self or some sort. Somthing like... reinventing yourself.
But how would you do that? Can we actually wake up one morning and started doing things the other way around?
I don't thing so...
Somehow, the past will always be there.
Somehow, the old me will always be there.
Somehow, our sins will still taint us. No matter how many mass we attented at church, or how many fasting we do...

You only have one chance to make the best out of you, and if you ever felt what I described above, then you probably have missed it.
Sure, you can change...
one step at a time...
But trust me...
the burden will still be there...

State of the nation

2005-09-19T10:03:00.000+07:00

Yesterday, out of boredom and lack of better things to do, me and my girl decided to take a trip to Puncak, a mountainous region just south east of Jakarta that has been an escapade for Jakarta's residences for years.
We started off a bit late, around 3PM. As we got off the tollroad leading there, we found out that the road up to Puncak has been closed for traffic going up. Undettered by it and the pouring drizzle, we decided to find an alternative road up. In Indonesia, there's always an alternative.
Following our noses, and other cars obviously heading the same way, we found the alternative road up, but with a little catch. The road was a small one forking off the main road and there were at least a dozen local thugs directing, and blackmailing, the traffic that wish to use the road. The Indonesian has a nickname for these guys, "Polisi Cepekan" (hundred rupiahs cops), since we have to give some money (a hundred rupiah) to them no matter what or else.
Anyway..., the altenative road was a small and long winding road trough the vallies and foot hills of Puncak passing several unknown villages whose only trace of prosperity and modernity is the shadow of BMW, Mercedes, Toyota, and other expensive cars passing in front of their home. Along the way, for every several kilometers there will be more thugs.
Somehow they have discovered the only way they can taste prosperity is by blackmailing the Jakartan's driving pass their home! Hell..., some of the blackmailers even equip themself with a printed receipt signed by the local state officials!
The one thing that sadden me most though, was that despite the rain and the blackmailing, there were kids around doing the same things as their adults. What would you expect from kids who spend their afternoon begging at the front of their own home??? A world cup winner? A nobel prize winner? One of them was only about 3-4 years old.
No wonder those thugs are so good at it, they must have been doing it since they were just a wee lads too.
And so it was..., the small, narrow, and long winding road trough some of the most beautifull places on God's earth (did I mention it was beautiful, the nature?) became the mirror for the state of this beautiful country of ours.

I wonder...

2005-09-13T19:52:00.000+07:00

Why would anyone ever wanted to work in advertizing? It's not like you work in a bank, hospital, the army, the entertainment business or the post office, where what you "actually" do is a percieved fact.
I mean, everytime I tell someone that I work in advertizing, they always ask back " what do you do?" Well..., I make advertisement off course. "What kind?" was the most common reply. What follow next is usually a five minute speech done by me about advertizing.
Hell..., even my parents don't really know what I do for a living.
And then there is this fact that everybody hates advertizing, even the one who make them hates it (unless of course its one of your own, in which case narsistic behaviour came in to play). Most people now-a-days would flip the page, go to the bathroom, or change the channel when ever a advertisement comes around. It's just something that nobody needs!!!!! Something that everybody just LOVES to HATE!!!!
But the strangest thing of all..., is that there are people who would actually spend hours toilling, arguing, fighting, shedding tears of blood to make it, like me for an instant. And there are others, thousands others who want to do it...
Well...., before you joint the band, think it over. Please..., for your own sake.

Unless of course..., your live long dream is to make people see/hear/know/feel/like/do what they otherwise wont or even don't want to see/hear/know/feel/like/do, then you are welcome to join.

5 Years Ago

2005-09-09T09:46:00.000+07:00

On this very date, five years ago, I pledged my love to a highschool student. At that moment, I also made a promise to myslef that for once I would try to love her whole heartedly. Not that I wanted to settle down or anything, it's just that I wanted to prove to myself that I could be faithful. You see...., up to that point, my friends always thought of me as a player and that the chances for me to actually loved a girl and staying in a relationship were slimmer than the world to actually live in peace and harmony. Up to that point, I was falling in and out of love faster the fluctuation of rupiah.

Well that was five years ago...

I'm sure that most of you who know me can't hardly believe it. That's ok, I can't believe it neither...
I'm still falling in and out love every now and then. And my sweet heart is still a highschool girl in the heart.
Looking back..., I don't know how many tears have been shet or laughter shared, lust enjoyed and troubles overcomed. All I can see is two pairs of foot prints walking together. All I can see right now is that our hands are still together and hopefully will always be...

Sayang..., terima kasih untuk lima tahun yang telah kau persembahan untuk ku. Semoga apa yang telah ku berikan kepada mu selama ini adalah yang terbaik yang pernah kau rasakan.
Sayang, happy anniversary ya....

My Favorites Poem

2005-09-07T10:09:00.000+07:00

Written by the amazing Rudyard Kipling, this poem has become my favorite since the first time i ever read it.

The Children's Song
from Puck of Pook's Hills

Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee
Our love and toil in the years to be;
When we are grown and take our place
As men and women with our race.

Father in Heaven who lovest all,
Oh, help Thy children when they call;
That they may build from age to age
An undefiled heritage.

Teach us to bear the yoke in youth,
With steadfastness and careful truth;
That, in our time, Thy Grace may give
The Truth whereby the Nations live.

Teach us to rule ourselves alway,
Controlled and cleanly night and day;
That we may bring, if need arise,
No maimed or worthless sacrifice.

Teach us to look in all our ends
On Thee for judge, and not our friends;
That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed
By fear or favour of the crowd.

Teach us the Strength that cannot seek,
By deed or thought, to hurt the weak;
That, under Thee, we may possess
Man's strength to comfort man's distress.

Teach us Delight in simple things,
And Mirth that has no bitter springs;
Forgiveness free of evil done,
And Love to all men 'neath the sun!

Land of our Birth, our faith, our pride,
For whose dear sake our fathers died;
Oh, Motherland, we pledge to thee
Head, heart and hand through the years to be!

The lighter sight of religion

2005-08-31T11:44:00.000+07:00

Thanks to a late night documentary from Discovery Channel, I've just found out that there is something wrong with Christmas. First of all, Jesus wasn't born on the 25th of December. He was born on, well according to some tidbits information from the bible and a bored looking sciencetist that is, ...(roll on the drums, please)... the 16th of May. As matter of fact, the church has decided to drop Christmas on the December 25 simply because some pagan religion was also having a holiday at that very date. The church had quite a deal by doing that, they got a holiday and a bunch of follower.
Imagine what would happen to Santa Claus if he had to deliver christmas on the exact date. His sleigh would have a hard time landing on rooftops because..., well there's no snow in May. He'd looked pretty ridicolous too, wearing his costum in May, not to mention that he'd be sweating a lot more than a chinese in an scandinavian spa house.

On an unrelated and even lighter subject, my laundry lady asked me this morning if the pair of short I've been sleeping with for the past 2 months is dirty. She came to my house every day to do the chores and she saw me in that short every morning for the past 2 months!
I can not help but answer "no, its not! I have slept in it for the past 2 months. If it were dirty, I would have had it washed."

Who ever said...

2005-08-29T16:06:00.000+07:00

...that religious tolerance is dead in Indonesia? Even a Madrasah Stanawiyah (a moslem educational institution) is so full of it that they take part in a national competition on Christian patronage, as shown in the picture below:

A reliable source has confirmed that the competition will range from general history on Roman Catholicism, Sainthood and patronage knowledge, to Church Foul Ups, Cover Ups and Misinformation.
There will, however, be no competition about Chirst's Teachings.

A quickie

2005-08-18T09:22:00.000+07:00

A recent brainstorming sesion has bring forth a disturbing question.

Every religion has told us that as a reward for our faith, God will give us blessing, a gift, a barokah, rahmat. What would happen when there is no such thing, no reward for our faith but to return to His/Her side when our time comes. No Heaven or Hell to speak of, just be with or without God

Would you still follow your religion? Would I still follow mine? Are we that greedy?
Does God have to lure us with certain benefits by doing certain rituals?

*sigh* Too heavy a thought to be asked, I guess...

my 2 cents on Indonesia

2005-08-10T10:13:00.000+07:00

A while back (sorry for the understatement), a friend of mine (my dear Bavalova) asked me to tell her about Indonesia.
It took me a long time (yes, very long time, I'm sorry) to decide how or what is it about Indonesia that i want to tell her. And in the end, she still haven't got any email from me.
The truth be known..., I don't know a god-damn-thing about this country of mine. Every thing seem to be in contradiction with one another.
For a start Indonesia is an archipelago consisting thuosands of island. Yet only about a third of it are populated, and about half of the population life in only three island, that will be Java, Sumatra, and Bali. What in the hell happened to the rest?
Indonesia streches from east to west as wide as the north american continent and it's been to hold a wonderful natural beauty and lustfull tropical forest. But I bet you couldn't find anything better about Indonesia tourist destination than Bali Island (which is actually one of the smallest island).
Indonesia's natural resources is one of the richest in the world. We have everything that a nation could ever need to survive on its own. But yet Indonesia rank as one of the poorest country in the world.
The people of Indonesia consist of thousand of different ethnics and cultures, an antrophologist heaven. The constitution acknowledges five differents religion and support any beliefs in the all-mighty God. We should have been the model for harmoniuos living. Yet somehow, the last thing we are capable of is living together.

Aw hell..., I don't mean to be bitter. This is my country, a beautiful country, and I'm proud of it! But there are just so many thing that went wrong you can help but felling frustated.

Btw, Indonesia independence day is August 17...
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY! DIRGAHAYU INDONESIAKU!

song of the moments

2005-08-05T10:48:00.000+07:00

Now I'm not the kind of guy who like to explain what it means or supposed to mean. But I'm sure every now and then each and every one of us would have surely met a girl like her.

AUDREY WAS HER NAME

And Audrey was her name,
a not so very ordinary girl or name.
But who's to blame for a love that wouldn't
bloom for the hearts that never played in tune.
Like a lovely melody that everyone can sing,
take away the words that rhyme it doesn't mean a single thing.

And Audrey was her name.
We tripped the light and danced together to the moon,
but where was June. No it never came around.
If it did it never made a sound,
maybe I was absent or was listening to fast,
catching all the words, but then the meaning going past,
but god I miss the girl, and I'd go a thousand
times around the world just to be closer the her than to me.

And Audrey was her name,
I never knew her, but I loved her just the same,
I loved her name.
Wish that I had found the way
and the reasons that would make her stay.
I have learned to lead a life apart from all the rest.
If I can't have the one I want, I'll do without the best.
But how I miss the girl and I'd go a million
times around the world just to say she had been mine for a day...

PS: Say big guy..., could you deal with legal thingies here? I'm not good about rights & regulations you know... hehehe....

2 Sahabat

2005-07-29T11:38:00.000+07:00

Penggalan pembicaraan ini terjadi beberapa waktu yang lalu. Sungguh..., lebih mudah untuk menasihati orang dari pada menasihati diri sendiri.

nodee03: jalan mana yg akan kau tempuh kawan?
jazz_boy_13630: gue masih belum bisa keluar
jazz_boy_13630: sementara akan gue coba menahan diri, dan menjalankan fungsi sebaik mungkin
jazz_boy_13630: tapi tidak pernah berhenti mengimpikan cita-citaku
nodee03: berani berarti bisa
nodee03: bisa belum tentu berani
jazz_boy_13630: setuju, tapi...harus menunggu waktu yang tepat
nodee03: untuk berani atau untuk bisa?
jazz_boy_13630: untuk berani
nodee03: kalau berani tidak perlu menunggu waktu
nodee03: kl menunggu waktu berarti belum berani
jazz_boy_13630: tapi kan tetep harus dengan perhitungan
nodee03: se7
jazz_boy_13630: setubuh
jazz_boy_13630: mudah-mudahan sedikit lagi
jazz_boy_13630: dari hasil survey terbatas yang gue lakukan, lagu-lagu gue cukup bisa diterima dengan asik
nodee03: ingat...
nodee03: laku itu bukan jalan
nodee03: laku itu bukan niat
nodee03: laku juga bukan doa
nodee03: karena doa bisa menjadi dosa
jazz_boy_13630: laku adalah tindakan, benar?
nodee03: betul, betul, betul....
nodee03: (sambil manggut2)
jazz_boy_13630: tindakan yang tepat, harus diperhitungkan
nodee03: kl air laut sudah pasang untuk apa menunggu angin?
jazz_boy_13630: menunggu nahkoda barangkali?
nodee03: sejak kapan ada 2 nahkoda?
jazz_boy_13630: iya sih
jazz_boy_13630: masalahnya nic, dalam hal industri rekaman, gue buta
jazz_boy_13630: kalo mengolah musik, bolehlah
jazz_boy_13630: tapi kalo industri rekaman kan banyak aspeknya
nodee03: aku tidak peduli dgn dewa laut....
nodee03: km mau nangkap ikan apa bercumbu sama dewa laut?
jazz_boy_13630: aku hanya ingin sampai ke tanah tujuan
jazz_boy_13630: melangkah kemana arah kakiku suka
nodee03: kalau begitu sesuaikan layarmu
nodee03: jangan menunggu angin
jazz_boy_13630: Ngomong pake bahasa gini susah juga
jazz_boy_13630: semuanya jadi tersirat
nodee03: kamu lebih suka perintah guru apa kicauan burung?
jazz_boy_13630: kicauan burung sih

Useless (or useful?) Intermezzo

2005-07-27T09:28:00.000+07:00

Your Blogging Type is Pensive and Philosophical

You blog like no one else is reading...
You tend to use your blog to explore ideas - often in long winded prose.
Easy going and flexible, you tend to befriend other bloggers easily.
But if they disagree with once too much, you'll pull them from your blogroll!

What's Your Blogging Personality?

Nemu di blog-nya Alia...., hehehe.
Jadi ketularan narsis....

she made me look

2005-07-22T16:25:00.000+07:00

a glimpse of sun light
fell on her dark brown hair
as her footsteps
echoed among the crowds
though the dust
hardly stirred
I can still smell her
a scent of the future
brought back from my past
and a hint of her smile
can be heard
trough the warm afternoon air

irresistible
unstopable
compelling me
to turn my head
and gaze at her....

Woe is me!
She made me look!
Now i will never know peace...

Yang terindah...

2005-07-12T13:58:00.000+07:00

Bunga mawar yang mekar di pagi hari
Lukisan Adikarya seorang empu
kidungan indah artis ibu kota
Burung merpati putih terbang menghilang
Senyum kekasih yang tergeletak, telanjang, di ranjang
Manusia cilik memanggil "Ayah"

Ah...
Semua yang terindah...
Semuanya terindah...
Apa yang menjadi terindah?
Siapa yang menjadi terindah?
Seperti apa itu yang terindah?
Bila segala menjadi yang terindah...
apakah lantas segalanya menjadi biasa?
Biarlah...
Karena aku tidak ingin memiliki yang terindah...
aku ingin menjadi yang terindah yang engkau miliki

Another Intermezzo

2005-07-05T09:13:00.000+07:00

Actually I wanted to right something, but just couldn't get my head straight yet.

You are a Samurai.
You are full of honour and value respect. You
are not really the stereotypical hero, but you
do fight for good. Just in your own way. For
you, it is most certainly okay to kill an evil
person, if it is for justice and peace. You
also don't belive in mourning all the time and
think that once you've hit a bad stage in life
you just have to get up again. It's pointless
to concentrate on emotional pain and better to
just get on with everything. You also are a
down to earth type of person and think before
you act. Impulsive people may annoy you
somewhat.

Main weapon: Sword
Quote: "Always do the right thing.
This will gratify some people and astonish the
rest" -Mark Twain
Facial expression: Small smile

What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]
brought to you by Quizilla

Ghost Squad!

2005-06-29T11:41:00.000+07:00

In the beginning , there was Virtua Cop by Sega. An arcade game that features a first person point of view and a pistol as a controller instead of joystick and buttons. This game let's u be a six-gun slinging, trigger-happy, bad ass cop who run rampage trough the town, shooting every criminal in sight with even bothering to read them their rights. And so a new genre of gamers was born.
Following this path came virtua cop 2, Time Crisis 1, 2, and 3, and also, though I rarely see it, Virtua Cop 3.
And now there is the GHOST Squad, a new game from Sega that lets you be...., well not six gun slinging, but still a bad ass, trigger happy, SOB who is part of a crack Special Forces unit. Sound familiar? I mean what so new about this kind of game right? Especialy when you've had million of hours playing Counter Strike, HALO, DOOM, MOH, Call of Duty, the Virtua Cop and Time Crisis series and many other spin offs.
Well read this review by gamefaqs and you'll get a better picture. But for me, the major attraction is the ability to personalize and develop your character (a privilege that used to belong only to the home consoles and PC based games), multiple endings and secret levels.
With GHOST Squad, playing arcade at your nearest 21 studio will be more than just killing time before the movie start.

intermezzo

2005-06-28T10:58:00.000+07:00

I don't know who wrote this, or whether I'm allowed to post this kind of thing. But I guess if any one minds, I'd pretty soon hear from them.

Road Trip!

2005-06-20T11:11:00.000+07:00

Two hours drive, and this is what you'd get.

Nice isn't it...

Thank's to the new toll road.

And our good friend, Arga

I still got some more photos that i want to post, but i haven't downloaded it yet...

back against the wall

2005-06-07T14:43:00.000+07:00

She sat there, with her back against the wall. She’s relaxed now, after all that she’s been trough. Somehow she felt sorry, a twinge of regret. Why didn’t she buy the candy and let her kid have his way. At least he’d be quiet. And maybe he’d smile, for a while. Who would have thought, it could be his last smile.
It’s too late now. Her kid won’t smile again. He was killed out right by the bomb blast that destroyed her store at Tetena. And she, she just sat there, buried alive. Waiting for the oxygen to run out.

in memory of all the people that was killed at Tetena

Dreaming with an open eye

2005-06-02T16:26:00.000+07:00

When we were young, my little brother (relatively speaking :P) collected coins. Every single coins that he earned, he never asked for them, one way or another, would be kept in a little tin can. After a couple of years and and several tin cans he just stoped. Nobody ever knew the reason why.
As it turns out, he had a dream of becoming like uncle Scrooge McDuck. You know, Donald Duck's uncle, the richest duck in the world. He wanted to be able to swim in a pool of money.
I never even learnt about his dream untill much later, and I heard it from my girl who is quite close to him. My girl also told me the reason he stoped. It was pretty much a common sense actually. He somehow come into light that coins are made of metal and it is inherently a hard and solid object. It would be difficult, not to mention painfull, to plunge oneself in to a pool of coins.
But the fact that he had a dream and actually made attempts to reach it facinates me.
I'm a dreamer, but yet i can't remember the last time I ever made any real efforts to make it come true.
Often I'd realise the futility of it a mile off, and throw those dreams away. Others are just too hard to accomplish, despite visible. While others are just not woth it.
So I end up living my life day by day, moving from one situation to the next.
Hmm...., maybe I should take a look at my dreams, and like my brother, try to make it come true. At least for a while, it give me a purpose. Some of it are quite visible and worthwhile, I'm sure, like this maybe?

FYI

2005-06-01T11:14:00.000+07:00

Guys, I'm sorry to inform you that I've lost my handphone and thus can not be reached on my usual number, 08551025046. I have however obtained a new card with the same number but it will be a week before it becomes active.
For the mean time any one who's unfortunate enough to have any business with me can reach me at 085216994999.

Zombie nation

2005-05-25T12:10:00.000+07:00

Arrghhh.... Brain dead! Can not think.... Too much info... too.... much possibility... Can... Not... Think... Straight.....
Zombies all around... I'm turning in to one....

ARRRRGGHHHH...................

What's your call?

2005-05-23T11:39:00.000+07:00

In a book titled 'Chickenhawk', there's a story about a little test that the US Army gave to every applicants. The test was about a situation where the applicants was supposed to be driving a truck, fully loaded with his fellow soldier, going down a steep hill. The road was bad and there was cliffs on both side. And then there was this little kid standing right in the center of the road. There was suppose to be no way the driver could avoid the kid. The applicants must then choose a course of action. Drive on and kill the kid, or veer of the road and plunge himself and his fellow soldier to a certain death.
The answer expected by the enlistment officer was that the applicant would drive on and kill the kid, and that's what most, if not all, of them answered. If only it were that simple.
But hei..., wait a minute...! Live is full of simple choices.
You either take the job or not. You either proposed her or not. Are in or are you out. This or that, now or later, here or there.
Yes sir, life is full of simple chioces. If only it were easy as well. Cause the choices we make will lead to consequences, some of it are dire, either to ourself or to others. And unlike those soldier wan-na-be, our consequences are real. I don't know about you, some of those consequences are too heavy to live with.
Oh well...
Those who have seen the final Star Wars movie would probably understand more wahat i'm babling about here. For those of you who haven't, well....
Let's just say that becareful of the choices you make. The consequences may not always visible at firts and that there's always a choice. That's what life is about, making choices, often simple but hardly ever easy.

Eling, 'le, eling....

2005-05-18T08:27:00.000+07:00

That was my grandpa reply whenever i, being just a little boy of 6, started being ridicolous. I never fully understand what it's meaning. What was it am I supposed to remember anyway? At least not until i grow up and started reading Khalil Gibran and Anthony De Mello books.
But fisrt let me enlighten you of the meaning of the word 'eling'. 'Eling' is a Javanesse word meaning 'to remember'. But that's just about all of the explanation i got, dictionary wise.
'Cause for me, 'eling' has become more than just a mere word. it has become somewhat a philosofy, a way of live. At least i tried to live by it.
'Eling' is more of a spiritual awareness, a state of being of constant vigil. Totaly in tune with the universe. Always in touch with reality. Well that's the utopia state, attainable only by monks, hermits and Bhuddas. Not me
As for me, it's a reminder of who i'm, where i'm, why i'm here, what i'm want, and where i'm going. And that's more than alot to handle. Cause every now and then we'd lose track of some of it.
Oh well, that enough talk.
Eling, Nick. Kowe sih akeh gawe'an (Remember Nick, you still got a lot of work to do)

Where is your sandal?

One rainny day, a young monk who has been in the monastery for 15 years
Came to his abbot seeking permission to leave the monastery.
As he got to the abbot's cottage, he took of his sandals, and folded his umbrella
and placed it by the door.
The abbot greeted him by asking "Where did you leave your sandal?" "By the door." answered the young monk. "Which side?" the abbot asked again.
The young monk was buffled. Then the abbot asked again, "and you umbrella, was it on the left or the right of your sandals?"
At that moment, the young monk decided that he should stay in the monastery until he can achieve such a high level of conciusness

Guess what!

2005-05-11T13:34:00.000+07:00

Your Brain is 60.00% Female, 40.00% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female

You are both sensitive and savvy

Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed

But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

What Gender Is Your Brain?

Cool 'eh?

A, B, C

2005-05-11T09:34:00.000+07:00

Ring...ring! Ring... ring!
A: Hello?
B: Busy?
A: No, why?
B: Lunch?
A: Sure! The usual?
B: I'll see u there!

Ring...ring! Ring...ring
B: Hello?
C: Busy?
B: very!
C: Lunch?
B: I can't.

......................

Knock...knock
B: Came in!
A: I brought you lunch.
B: Thank you. But I don't want it
A: What do you want?
B: You!

Knock...knock
B: Came in!
C: I brought you lunch.
B: Can't you see I'm working?
C: But?
B: Just leave it there.

................................
B: I have to go home
A: So soon?
B: Yeah...
A: Same time tomorrow?
B: Sure!
A: I love you!
B: I love you too!

B: I'm home
C: Who was he?
B: Who's who?
C: The guy? At the hotel?
B: I don't...
C: Why?
B: But?
C: WHY???
B: I...
BANG!!!
C: You're my wife....
C: I...
C: love you...

Rama dan Aphrodyte

2005-05-10T10:23:00.001+07:00

He: Tak usah ditunggu
Bulan kan datang
Tak perlu kau nanti
Malamkan menjelang

She: Certainty is so boring

He: Seperti Cinta kan tumbuh
Tanpa air, tanpa tanah
Karena air dan tanah
adalah Cinta

She: How can you be so sure?
Love is full of uncertainty...

He: Air dan tanah
telah ada sejak lama
Begitu pula Cinta
bersama bulan dan malam
kekal adanya

She: Love grows like a rose
It will soon blossom
and in a blink of an eye
Whiter and die

He: Tak perlu kau kejar
Jangan kau nanti
Bila Tuhan mengijinkan
Cinta kita kan berpadu
Laksana bumi dan langit
Bulan dan malam
Tanah dan air....

She: Love needs effort
Love craves for sacrifices
You can never find Love if you don't do anything
You have to...

He: I Love you...

She: Aku...
Cinta kamu...