Saturday, June 27, 2009

Summer Movie Review Pt. IV (updated)

Garuda di Dadaku

Rapi. Meskipun masih ada dialog-dialog, atau kegiatan-kegiatan yang kelihatan nggak mungkin dilakukan sama orang-orang Indonesia jaman sekarang. But it's good. Gue rasa Indonesia lebih butuh film-film kayak gini daripada film remaja seksi-seksian atau film horor. Nggak perlu lah terlalu ambisius nyoba-nyoba bikin film dengan spesial efek yang luar biasa (yang ujung-ujungnya juga yaaa, kacang). Tumbuhin dulu nasionalisme-nya, kapitalisme belakangan.

For a movie, 3.5 out of 5.
For an Indonesian movie, 5.

PS. Haha. Ada Tegar sama Tinton dan beberapa anak FISIP lainnya gue liat dalam film ini. Cukup menghibur.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Summer Movie Review Pt. III

Transformers 2 : Revenge of The Fallen

Nice. Why not? Still has the great action, the outstanding special effect, and probably a good storyline. Despite what some people say, I don't really think it's disappointing. Well, maybe because I didn't really expect a lot when I got into the theater. Hmm.. But I think The Decepticons talked too much in this movie. You know, they should be dark, somewhat mysterious, yet now they talk like ordinary human-villains that are stupid.
During the final battle, my bf said something. "Loh ini Transformers atau Power Rangers?". Touche. I think that's the punchline of tonight's summer movie. Apart from that, I must say : woohoo!!

Definitely worth seeing.
4 stars out of 5

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Oh. Sigh.

Oh, God. What is it about girls and sappy love stories?? Giving a girl a DVD or a book about romance is like opening Pandora's Box. They get touchy, whiny, needy and clingy right after they'd consumed it. The stories are good, too good for them to handle. Believe me, it's a big trouble for boyfriends and husbands out there. They will always want a better you, they want you to understand their need, they want you to be the knight in shining whatever who always comes at the right time at the right place, wherever or whenever that is.
You know, these stories are the secret wishes and dreams of the author, the ones that never really came true. So they put it in writing, or screenplay, and show to other girls so that they share the author's desperate dreams and wishes.
It sucks.
It sucks being one of those girls.
Because, hey, it's reality! We don't live in a good novel or a great movie. We face everyday life, where nothing ever come that close to perfection. Where there are always something missing, something leaving.
Oh, God, I'm so depressed it's freaky.
It sucks, it really does.

Like Alice

syllables after syllables
letters after letters
she typed and she typed
like a myriad of broken hearts, the words bled out.

Like Alice, she stepped into the unknown
a familiar ache with a new face

Like Alice, with the fluctuating body size
she, with the waves of emotion she bears everyday.

The sense of foolishness.
The tingle of desperation
A reach that never seems to reach.

An effort, flushed down the drain.

She misses the way it was
The occasional boredom, the need to be needed
to be wanted,
to be happy with no hint of confusion

Like Alice, she wants to go home.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Welcome to My Life

Do you ever feel like breaking down
do you ever feel out of place
like somehow you just don't belong
and no one understands you?

Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio turned up so loud
that no one hears you screaming?

No you don't know what it's like
when nothing feels alright
you don't know what it's like to be like me

to be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark
to be kicked when you're down
to feel like you've been pushed around
to be on the edge of breaking down and no one's there to save you
no you don't know what it's like
welcome to my life

do you wanna be somebody else?
are you sick of feeling so left out?
are you desperate to find something more
before your life is over?

are you stuck inside a world you hate?
are you sick of everyone around?
with the big fake smiles and stupid lies
while deep inside you're bleeding?

no one ever lied straight to your face
and no one ever stabbed you in the back
you might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay
everybody always gave you what you wanted
you never had to work it was always there
you don't know what it's like,
what it's like

--Simple Plan

PS : a pretty selfish song, not to mention a mainstream cliche. but pretty close to reality right now.

Friday, June 19, 2009


I feel like my life is just one crappy episode after another.



Stop Crying Your Heart Out

Hold up, hold on.. Don't be scared.
You'll never change what's been and gone
May your smile shine on
Don't be scared.
Your destiny will keep you warm.

Cos all of the stars were fading away
Just try not to worry, you'll see them someday
Just take what you need, and be on your way
and stop crying your heart out.


PS : I have a never-ending love for this song. It always appears in the best films, and always brings out my emotions everytime I hear it. I think it's a self-supporting song for me.

Marry Plopper

I think everybody at least once in their lives have dreamed of becoming a writer. I actually walked the dream. But it turned out, the dream doesn't agree with me. Apart from the fact that I might actually be a crappy writer, I don't have what it takes to be a real journalist. I dreamed of becoming a National Geographic reporter once, and I'm watching my dream dying from day to day. It's pretty sad. How I've planned my whole life for this ambition. Stepping on the exact stones I should step on. Yet somehow, I don't feel it. Writing is merely a passion for me. Not a hint of a profession. It's something that comes out of me. Not something I receive from an observation.
So here I am, or here we are, blogging, pretending that everybody gives a shit on what we write. While you know, even this post would just go unnoticed.

Should I invent a Marry Plopper to be equivalent to J.K. Rowling?

I miss the day I was so alive.

I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. I felt in myself a superabundance of energy which found no outlet in our quiet life.
-Leo Tolstoy in "Family Happiness"

Wednesday, June 17, 2009


Sekarang lagi jaman banget ya panggilan "sist" dan "gan" (I don't exactly understand what does "gan" mean. "Ganteng" ?) ? Entah kenapa kok gue merasa sangat terganggu ya dengan panggilan-panggilan itu? Hmm. I think we were doing just fine before someone invented them.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Another Garbage Related Post

Sometimes I feel like I have so much to offer, but no one would take any of it. It's such a waste.

Human = A Thinking Animal

You know, sometimes I do find that men are very much akin to animals. Men, in general, I mean--both male and female. We have this tendency of marking our territory. No, not by urinating on them, sure we have our own ways. But a territory is a territory, and we try very hard to keep people from invading it. And like the jungle, there are also those who keep trying to overrule you. Hmm. Interesting.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Sampah Masyarakat

Di sebelah rumah gue, tinggal sebuah keluarga yang menurut nyokap gue udah sakit jiwa. Mobilnya banyak, punya supir, tapi peliiiittt banget. Bahkan untuk bayar tukang sampah aja nggak mau. Ini yang mengganggu. Instead of bayar tukang sampah untuk ngangkut sampah di rumahnya, mereka memilih untuk menimbun dan ketika udah banyak lalu dibakar. Gila apa? Bayar tukang sampah berapa sih emangnya? Dibanding bayar pembantu-pembantunya yang brengsek-brengsek itu?
Coba deh, lo hidup dalam komplek pemukiman, bukan di pinggir jalan. Face it, you have neighbours. Sangat nggak sopan dan nggak peka menurut gue, kalo lo tiba-tiba ngebakar sampah yang bejibun itu tanpa memperhitungkan asap yang ke mana-mana. Masalahnya tiap kali bakar sampah tuh asap masuknya ke rumah gue. And it's really disturbing. Udah baunya nggak enak, and who the hell know what were they burning? It could be toxic waste for all I care!
Maksud gue, apa sih susahnya bayar tukang sampah? Duitnya kan banyak. Lagian itu kan nggak cuma menguntungkan warga sekitar, tapi juga bagi-bagi rejeki sama si tukang-tukang sampah itu. Sama pemulung. Lagipula kalau udah di tangan mereka kan sampah-sampah itu bisa didaur ulang juga. Segitu nggak peka lingkungannya ya mereka? Orang-orang kayak gini nih yang bakal bikin bumi makin cepet matinya.
Oh iya. Dan mereka itu BEBAL! One night, mereka bakar sampah (bayangkan! malem-malem asap masuk ke kamar gue banyak bgt!) dan diomelin abis-abisan sama nyokap gue. I didn't get to hear what the pembantus said but they must have said something nasty because my mom got really angry she called them names. Harusnya kapok dong ya? Nope. They did it again just now. Dan tebak apa yang dilakukan the pembantus ketika nyokap gue ngomel lagi? They just ignored her and went into the house.
Amat sangat nggak sopan. Gila apa tuh satu rumah begitu semua orangnya? I think it's contagious. Gue bingung harus gimana menghadapi orang-orang kayak gitu. Nggak bisa didiemin juga, because they live next door, and we gotta deal with them everyday.

Semoga teman-teman gue nggak kayak gitu ya? Ayolah, peka sama tetangga, meskipun nggak kenal. Nggak ada ruginya kan? You don't know, you might need them someday. :)

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Hell and Bliss

To explain the madness of you
to complain of the sadness involved with knowing you
to forget the revolting thought of going through
the regret and the healing that I'd have to do

Through my eyes the sky is pretty and
you promise you'll join in the flight
but I can't deny the gritty thought
that you can't take the height

You can look at this as one big fall
life won't be both hell or bliss or it can be nothing at all
so I just ask you now to choose,
don't you think it's worth it--even if you lose?

How do I begin to speak
when actions measure true feelings
though your words do leave me weak,
your movements always leave me kneeling

The true test of time is distance
but I am not willing to see
I won't damage with nonsense
what actions show is meant to be

Through my eyes the sky is pretty and
you promise you'll join in the flight
but I can't deny the gritty thought
that you can't take the height

You can look at this as one big fall
life won't be both hell or bliss or it can be nothing at all
so I just ask you now to choose,
don't you think it's worth it,
even if you could still lose?

-Majandra Delfino

PS : this song also brings back memory of Roswell. oh, I love that series.

Friday, June 12, 2009


I want to be truly happy. For once.


I think I haven't heard anything smart coming out of my mouth lately. People used to say I'm sharp. I'm not. I'm dull. Blagh.


Sebel abis. Kesel. Huarrggghhh. Merasa ditipu mentah-mentah. Grokk. Ihhh. Arrrgghhh.





this semester sucks. enough said. kuda!


Thursday, June 11, 2009

Networking Websites Can Kill Us All--Or Might Just Have Saved Us.

I just learned a few trivial details about my brother.
I know now that he likes Alesana as well as Jason Mraz.
I know now that his favourite movies are LOTRs, Night at The Museum, Star Wars, and Harry Potter.
I know now that Benny & Mice comics had a slight of an impact on his life.
I get a hint that he might be starting to date.

And I found out about all that through Facebook. How crazy is that???

CSI Miami

There's always something bothering me everytime I watch CSI Miami. The.. chief, leader, or head department or whatever, Horatio something. He has this tendency of approaching the suspects, talks to them with his head down and low voice, looking through the corner of his eyes, and then just leave in the middle of conversation. And it happens all the time. It's really weird. I would be, like, really ticked off if I talk to someone like him.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Dreams on Fire

You are my waking dream
You're all that's real to me
You are the magic in the world I see

You are the prayer I sing
You brought me to my knees
You are the faith that made me believe

Dreams on fire
Higher and higher
Passions burning bright on the pyre
One spark forever yours
Give me all your heart
Dreams on fire
Higher and higher

You are my ocean waves
You are my thought each day
You are the laughter from childhood games

You are the spark of dawn
You are where I belong
You are the ache I feel in every song

Dreams on fire
Higher and higher
Passions burning bright on the pyre
One spark forever yours
Give me all your heart
Dreams on fire
Higher and higher

-A.R. Rahman ft. Suzanne

beautiful, beautiful song.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009


At some point, something got me thinking; what do I do when future hits me? I dreamed so much about growing older, graduating from college, getting a job, doing great in it, get married, have children and so on. I even talked about it sometime, planned things. But then I get to the point where I list the things I'm gonna miss. Surprisingly, my house was on the top of the list.
Gosh, I love my house. The way the sun shines on parts of it. The antique furniture I always think of having too many. The way it smells really weird on account of my 5 cats and the air-freshener's scent bumping together.
How I always see my Dad sleeping on the couch downstairs early in the morning because he always wakes up around 5 or 6 but got nothing to do.
How sometimes I heard my housekeepers setting things up at 4.30.
How the house always seems noisier in the afternoon after my brother comes home from school and how he sometimes bother me when I'm alone in my room when actually he just wanted to check up on me, making sure everything's alright. Oh, I'm beginning to like him.

my brother, who, in my opinion, is too involved with his computer

How I know I put everything in my room, how it became my world. There's the scribbles and graffiti on my wall, things people wrote when they were here. There's the new Marvin the Martian helmet my bf just bought me. My books, each of them have stories that are really close to my heart. My artworks, cheap-ish but my mom always holds dear. My HUGE window people always so fascinated about, through which I can see the tower of my neighbourhood's mosque.

my room, and its excessive windows

and of course, I gonna miss my family. I've negotiated with myself if I could possibly still live with them after I'm married, but it's unlikely.
I hate growing old. I wanna just stay exactly like this. I'm scared shitless of moving on, and I can see in my parents eyes, they're scared too. I think I'm scared of losing them as much as they're scared of losing me, and to my misery, I think I may have sped things up for them.

my parents.

It's funny how you can resent your family and still love them with all your heart. I don't resent my family. And I should stop complaining about it.

Worse comes to worst, if I don't move on, everything around me is going to. So there's absolutely no point of staying. It's pretty sad.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Look of The Day

I'm ready to go to bed. My eyes are already tearing up. Argh.

The last one I made today.
Au revoir.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Chickened Out

I know I talk much about crushing certain people's life, calling names, mentioning things I'd like to do to make them miserable. But when I actually had the chance to do it, and kinda did it unintentionally, I feel awful. I don't like it at all. The feeling when you know someone is disturbed by your presence, ugh.
You know I wish certain people feel like I do, so they stop doing things that could hurt other people. Sometimes I'd just really like to know what's in their mind when they do everything. Hm.
So to those whom I bothered tonight, I'm sorry. I hope somehow I could find a way to say it and you can actually hear me.

and I silently hope you feel as sorry as I am.


Something really nagged me. Eugh. I hate the way some people talk. You know, it's when you try nicely to create a conversation then they just respond to you with a word. No, the shortened version of a word. Not even a complete one. Eugh. I hate it. Did I say that I hate it? Yes, I hate it. Eugh.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Tuesday at Home

Looklet-ing all morning. Haven't eat yet, starving but unmotivated. It's gonna be a loooong day. I haven't even got out of bed. Too lazy? Or too bummed?

something I made last night

Crap. I think I'm just gonna take a shower and watch some DVDs.

Hesitated to take a shower due to a text in my inbox. Hoaaa. I feel like I could easily plant my head in a sewer. Where's my Patronus spell when I need it?

Ran into one of my friends' blogs. I saw he replied my comment on his post. It was nothing special, really. But somehow I found it soothing. And of course the song playing in his page doesn't suck either. I should take a shower.


Ok. I took a shower. What now?


Watched the ending of You've Got Mail in HBO and wept. Definitely have to go to ITC and buy the dvd.

Turns out I can't. :(

Flicking through the channels absent-mindedly. Found Murder She Wrote, but then again, absent-mindedly. Genuinely bored. I want to watch You've Got Mail. I already had Seven Pounds in the player but can't seem to play it. I want You've Got Maiiiiiillll.

I really wish I could drive. And to that effect, I really wish I had my own car.

Just came back from ITC. Hahahahahaha. Now I can watch You've Got Mail. I also bought Slumdog and The Class. Yay!

Just came back from watching YGM and Friends. Huff. I think it's time I stop this.

Monday, June 1, 2009


So, I found a new "toy". It's called It's where you can play barbie with over-the-edge fashion taste and great models. Enough said, I'm addicted. So far, this is my all time favourite :

A Dream is A Wish Your Heart Makes

You know the kinda dreams you've woken up upset about?
I hate dreams. They just make you hopeful. And since I believe a dream is an interpretation your subconscious make about things, then I guess I just hate how I make myself hopeful.