<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:13:22.936+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pravdavero</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>262</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-114871208118296044</id><published>2006-05-27T13:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T13:41:21.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Projecting through My Tears</title><content type='html'>What a day.&lt;br /&gt;Dan berjalanlah semua hal seperti yang seharusnya. Hari yang terus berganti. Kendaraan yang datang dan pergi. Orang-orang yang datang, singgah, dan kemudian pergi. Potongan-potongan gambar hidup yang terus berlari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau seperti berdiri dalam riuh pasar malam (Pram), mencoba berhenti dan melihat semuanya dengan dimensi yang agak lain. Tapi semuanya tetap sama. Seperti hari-hari kemarin. Tak ada yang berubah. Ini seperti kereta tengah malam, di mana semua orang menumpanginya, menjemput sebuah titik akhir di sana. Mencoba mengisinya dengan kegiatan yang selalu saja sia-sia untuk melawan lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang berharga dari semua ini? Sebuah penantian? Sebuah usaha? Sebuah kesunyian? Bukan apa-apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan itu sebuah sore yang terlambat. Seperti biasa, kau berjalan dari kantor di Ratulangi, setelah bertempur dengan sederet rasa lelah: translation, kontrak-kontrak, 2 kantor yang berbeda, pelanggaran HAM berat, konvensi anti penyiksaan, kasus Akayesu, research design gender-based HR violation, workshop DJ, konser 250 tahun Mozart. Dan sebuah sore yang terlambat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua orang berlari-lari di dalam kereta menuju keabadaian di jauh sana. Kendaraan-kendaraan berkecepatan tinggi. Tidak peduli. Harus cepat!harus segera pulang! Harus segera di rumah! Ada yang menunggu di rumah! Istri, suami, anak-anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kau berjalan dengan suara klakson menjerit-jerit di sisi kirimu. Lampu-lampu yang mulai berpendar (that citylights) dan pepohonan yang berbayang hitam.&lt;br /&gt;Di dekat hotel Sofyan Betawi, di bawah rimbun pepohonan Bougenville berwarna merah, kau selalu bertemu hal yang sama. Sesuatu yang mencerap sore melelahkanmu. Sebuah pemandangan yang tak pernah masuk dalam laporan pemerintah atau pun World Bank. Sebuah catatan yang terserak di bawah meja-meja arsip. Catatan yang pernah muncul dalam laporan Krisis Asia di Newsweek. Gambar-gambar yang dengan indah dan mencekamnya ditempeli caption, Indonesian garbagepicker, the poorest of the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah gerobak dengan kardus-kardus dan sampah di dalamnya. Seorang bapak-bapak yang memisahkan kardus-kardus di bawah tiang listrik. Dengan sampah dan plastic di sekitarnya. Bertelanjang kaki dan bercelana robek sana sini.&lt;br /&gt;Di bawah pohon, seorang perempuan, ibu-ibu sedang berjongkok sambil melakukan hal yang sama seperti yang dilakukan sang laki-laki itu. Di dekatnya seorang anak perempuan berusia 2 tahunan, berpakaian rombeng, tertawa-tawa mempermainkan kertas-kertas yang tak kalah rombengnya. Sang perempuan (ibunya for certain) kadang menggapai-gapai tubuh karena sang anak mencoba mengambil kertas-kertas dari hadapan ibunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau melihatnya seperti sebuah gambar slow motion di layar perak. Kau melihatnya setiap kali, setiap senja yang terlambat. Di tempat yang sama. Di bawah tiang listrik yang sama. Di bawah rimbun pohon Bougenvile yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah mereka tidak ingin pulang ke ‘rumah’? Apakah mereka punya rumah? Apakah mereka tidak seperti orang-orang lain yang membunyikan klakson keras-keras, berlari dengan kecepatan tinggi, tidak peduli, dan ingin segera di rumah? Rumah? Seseorang yang menunggu di sana? Sebuah titik akhir? The end of a this endless journey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tahu bahwa rumah mereka adalah gerobak itu, rumah yang dibawa-bawa dalam punggung mereka. Rumah kesementaraan.  Dan ribuan orang seperti itu. Di kota ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau ingin berhenti sejenak dan berpikir. Melihat anak perempuan itu bermain dan tertawa, kau hanya bisa tersenyum sambil menyesak dada. Apakah akan ada rumah lain bagi anak ini? Sekolah? Playgroup? Teman-teman bermain? Masa kecil yang indah? Surviving life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau hanya bisa berpikir. Menghapus tetesan hangat di matamu yang rapuh. Banyak hal buruk telah terjadi pada hidup. Realitas yang tak bisa dipupuri dengan apapun, bahkan dengan darahmu sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari yang lalu sebuah telepon masuk ke phonecell-mu. Tiba-tiba dadamu sesak dan kepalamu berat. It’s simply unbearable. Sebuah berita buruk lagi. Sebuah pengharapan yang kau sendiri tak akan bisa menghadapinya. Kau seperti benar-benar tak punya rumah. Tak punya apa-apa. Tak punya punggung yang cukup kuat untuk menahan rumahmu sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apakah kau bisa berkata-kata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau hanya ingin berjalan di sebuah senja yang terlambat, dan hujan turun deras sekali sehingga tak seorang pun tahu dan mendengar tangismu yang terhambat. Kau hanya ingin berjalan dalam diam, dalam rasa sedih yang diputar berulang-ulang. Pertanyaan-pertanyaan yang tak akan pernah terjawab. Dan kenapa aku, katamu. Dan Tuhan memiliki banyak rencana, mungkin, dengan hidupmu yang terlalu singkat. Mungkin ia menggunakan tangan rapuhmu untuk bekerja atas orang-orang lain. Tapi kenapa aku, tanyamu. Kenapa bukan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa ini terlalu berat? Kenapa kau tak punya pilihan? Apakah hidup pilihan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak. Kau bukan seseorang yang terpampang dalam sebuah halaman utama Newsweek dalam kolom kebangkrutan ekonomi atau pemogokan buruh. Kau bukan satu dari anak-anak berusia 13 tahun yang diperkosa sembilan kali di Somalia. Tentu saja kau bukan seorang perempuan beranak lima yang harus mengungsi di Burma hanya karena kau berasal dari suku Karen (dan suamimu diculik oleh junta militer). Kau bukan seorang dari perempuan-perempuan miskin di Calcuta yang harus mengangkut dan membersihkan kotoran seseorang yang berkasta lebih tinggi darimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan, kau bukan seseorang yang mengidap mutasi gen karena tragedi Chernobyl. Kamu baik-baik saja. Kamu sehat. Kau tidak harus memikirkan tubuhmu. Kau tidak harus memikirkan kemana akan tidur hari ini. Kau tidak perlu berpikir kelak anakmu akan jadi apa. Akan di jalankah atau di medan perang atau di sebuah rumah bordil dengan mana dia harus menjual tubuhnya kepada banyak laki-laki. Kau bukan seseorang yang kelaparan dan dijadikan budak di Burkina Faso. Kau bukan ibu-ibu yang kehilangan anaknya dalam tragedi Tiannanmen. Kau bukan seseorang di pedesaan Flores dengan mana suamimu menjadi TKI illegal di Malaysia dan anakmu mengalami busung lapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau baik-baik saja. Kau cukup kuat  untuk mencari uang, kau cukup sehat untuk berpikir rasional, kau cukup waras untuk bisa mencintai dengan benar. Dan kau cukup pintar untuk bisa memberikan portofoliomu yang biasa-biasa saja ke World Bank (dan bercita-cita menjadi Joseph Stiglitz baru).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tampak baik-baik saja.&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang kau berpikir, apa yang kurang dari hidupmu hanyalah, kau terlalu lemah. Kau terlalu mudah pecah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kau terus bukan? Tanpa ketakutan. Dan mungkin tanpa harapan. 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type='text'>Gloomy index 16: It's hard, tough</title><content type='html'>It's hard, though&lt;br /&gt;I try hard to take my eyes of you, but still find you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;life is butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;and you are the leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stop me&lt;br /&gt;if it should be&lt;br /&gt;don't torment me&lt;br /&gt;set me free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112477861682733955?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112477861682733955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112477861682733955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112477861682733955'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;dan saya berjanji untuk mencari orang itu di manapun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112477825181464898?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112477825181464898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112477825181464898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112477825181464898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112477825181464898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/08/zapp.html' 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You? oh, no!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was midnight, over midnight, late night, almost dawn.&lt;br /&gt;We (4 persons) passed by menteng, monas, sudirman, and then plaza semanggi.&lt;br /&gt;rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;a place near the sky&lt;br /&gt;that enable you see jakarta view at night&lt;br /&gt;and feel the frozen breeze&lt;br /&gt;dim light&lt;br /&gt;the solitude of jakarta&lt;br /&gt;the highest place that you feel you were near death&lt;br /&gt;8th or above floor&lt;br /&gt;nothing except the sky, the moon, the star, damn cold wind, somewhere below: sudirman, senayan, crowne plaza, balai sarbini, the unforgiven semanggi fly over.............stupid truth and dare games, all night long curhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so up&lt;br /&gt;so up&lt;br /&gt;my feet were trembling&lt;br /&gt;my hair were so messy&lt;br /&gt;my mind almost gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gay, eurasia friend (working for recording company, very young and talented curator)&lt;br /&gt;esmod graduate virgin&lt;br /&gt;writer who has the day&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that,s mad&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;going somewhere on the sky&lt;br /&gt;found yourself tiredless on the posh apartment near the plaza&lt;br /&gt;slept while others subuhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks god,&lt;br /&gt;it,s friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112443768258971823?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112443768258971823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112443768258971823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112443768258971823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;seseorang yang bekerja magang untuk sebuah institusi asing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memandang jakarta di luar.&lt;br /&gt;tampak abu-abu.&lt;br /&gt;udara yang cabar.&lt;br /&gt;cuaca yang layu.&lt;br /&gt;dari balik jendela-jendela kaca dengan bingkai hijau&lt;br /&gt;dan seruak wewangian dari shanghai tang&lt;br /&gt;es cokelat yang membekukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua tampak sunyi&lt;br /&gt;hanya derit pembicaraan&lt;br /&gt;tentang seseorang di luar&lt;br /&gt;yang barangkali kehujanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jakarta dingin sekali&lt;br /&gt;senja itu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112435484758619370?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112435484758619370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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expected?</title><content type='html'>senja itu, saya sendirian di sebuah stasiun di pusat kota jakarta&lt;br /&gt;bersama commuters lain dari kota lain&lt;br /&gt;dan langit tampak lembayung sore itu&lt;br /&gt;abu-abu&lt;br /&gt;karena asap karbon mulai memenuhi paru-parunya dari daerah Menteng dan Kemayoran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya di sebuah kereta eksekutif yang demi Tuhan, baru sekali ini saya naiki, sebuah kereta yang bisa membawa saya ke stasius gubeng di surabaya sana&lt;br /&gt;dengan iringan menunggu sebuah jawaban padi di kedinginan ruang&lt;br /&gt;saya hampir beku&lt;br /&gt;dan ingatan-ingatan yang pernah saya taruh di situ&lt;br /&gt;di stasiun-stasiun&lt;br /&gt;dan kereta-kereta peninggalan Belanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sehari sebelumnya,&lt;br /&gt;dalam perjalanan dari kemang ke menteng,&lt;br /&gt;dalam kesendirian yang dingin dan kesunyian sudirman yang telah ditinggalkan&lt;br /&gt;saya seperti menemukan alter ego saya yang selama ini menghilang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more can be expected?&lt;br /&gt;saya pikir, kesedihan yang melanda itu benar-benar tidak pantas untuk saya&lt;br /&gt;saya memiliki cukup alasan --selalu-- untuk bersyukur&lt;br /&gt;untuk bahagia&lt;br /&gt;untuk bergembira dengan semua yang sudah saya dapatkan&lt;br /&gt;saya tidak butuh starbuck, coffee bean, embassy, mango, plasa senayan, sepatu VNC, tas blood bross, seorang laki-laki dengan kaos merah (yang apakah masih worthed?)&lt;br /&gt;untuk bahagia&lt;br /&gt;untuk menjadi diri sendiri&lt;br /&gt;dan melepaskan diri dari segenap dikte dan doktrin dunia modern bernama industri gaya hidup&lt;br /&gt;saya cukup sarapan di kantor jam sembilan pagi, mulai menyalakan internet untuk membuka email, pergi ke perpustakaan untuk melanjutkan katalogisasi film-film Jerman, dan bersantai-santai di sore hari sambil membaca majalah-majalah dari meja mbak novi. sambil mengeja kata-kata asing di agenda (montag, dienstag, donnerstag,  freitag, samstag, und sonntag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, saya hanya sekadar meyakinkan diri saya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;saya pikir saya cukup rapuh&lt;br /&gt;dan saya sedang berusaha menjadi lebih kuat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa lagi yang saya harapkan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112391170839722189?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112391170839722189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112391170839722189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112391170839722189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112391170839722189'/><link rel='alternate' 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instituti asing untuk menonton film dari jam 9 sampai jam 3 sore,&lt;br /&gt;kemudian di depan komputer, membuka imdb dan copy-paste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin aku akan menulis lagi&lt;br /&gt;kemarin sudah mulai&lt;br /&gt;tapi ingin seperti&lt;br /&gt;film jerman dan trauma politik atau judul2 norak semacam itu.&lt;br /&gt;ok,&lt;br /&gt;habis ini harus ke aksara&lt;br /&gt;harus?&lt;br /&gt;nonton film lagi&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, tiba-tiba ruang ini lebih homey dari apapun&lt;br /&gt;dan aku agak gugup harus pergi ke kemang.&lt;br /&gt;gugup?&lt;br /&gt;itu tadi malam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudah berlalu nona.&lt;br /&gt;dan ini bukan surabaya.&lt;br /&gt;cus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112375067696047471?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112375067696047471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112375067696047471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112375067696047471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112375067696047471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-days.html' title='happy days?'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-112349418499130027</id><published>2005-08-08T16:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T16:43:05.003+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>gw sakit.&lt;br /&gt;ada pertanyaan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112349418499130027?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112349418499130027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112349418499130027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112349418499130027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112349418499130027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/08/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-112321332698508509</id><published>2005-08-05T10:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T10:42:07.010+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatigue</title><content type='html'>Pagi di Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;udara pekat oleh karbon dan timbal&lt;br /&gt;suara teriakan di jalan-jalan&lt;br /&gt;dan sesak macet yang sama&lt;br /&gt;udara dingin memekat dari ruangan ber-AC&lt;br /&gt;masih sakit&lt;br /&gt;setelah malam sebelumnya di Starbuck (bau rokok dan kopi yang membenamkan)&lt;br /&gt;tim&lt;br /&gt;bertemu seseorang (yang lain lagi?)&lt;br /&gt;dan semalam di Coffee bean&lt;br /&gt;tanpa ampun&lt;br /&gt;Kemang&lt;br /&gt;dan seterusnya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112321332698508509?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112321332698508509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112321332698508509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112321332698508509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112321332698508509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/08/fatigue.html' title='Fatigue'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-112289643945339654</id><published>2005-08-01T18:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T18:40:39.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Index 16: Bertemu seseorang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Vino, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;saya bertemu seseorang kemarin. di suatu sore yang mendung. saya agak kedinginan dan tiba-tiba saya merasa sakit. mungkin saya Na yang masih sama dengan yang selama ini kau kenal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dan saya tidak menduga. Vino, saya berpikir pertemuan itu aneh sekali dan hanya terjadi dalam fiksi-fiksi yang saking tidak larisnya hanya menghuni kolong ranjang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saya berpikir itu hanya mimpi atau sebuah kebetulan yang tidak pernah terencanakan dan oleh karena itu saya tidak perlu feel offended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saya tidak menduga bahwa saya akan menemuinya di sana, bukannya di Plaza Senayan atau seperti tahun lalu, di Utan Kayu. Saya berpikir, saya akan memiliki banyak waktu sebelum bertemu dengannya, dan menghabiskan waktu di Parc, di suatu malam dengan pink lady yang menyegarkan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tetapi mungkin ini hanya kebetulan dan saya mencoba dan berusaha keras untuk bersikap biasa-biasa saja. dan mungkin hal ini juga hal yang biasa-biasa saja. kebetulan. tidak perlu dipikirkan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapi Vino, sungguh, ketika kau berada di depanku dan berbicara di depan kopi itu, air mata saya hampir tumpah. saya ingin pulang. saya ingin pergi. saya tak ingin berada di kota sedih ini. setelah saya membangun hidup saya sendiri. setelah saya berusaha keras menghilangkan dirinya selama setahun ini. saya pundung dan tidak tahu untuk apa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vino, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hari ini saya bisa mengatasi banyak hal dalam hidup saya, meski saya berada di suasana baru, bertemu dengan orang-orang baru. tapi saya hampir luruh. untung tidak. tak . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;saya masih tough, masih tega dengan diri saya sendiri, masih mencintai diri sendiri dan merasa hidup ini bisa berjalan tanpa dirinya. saya meyakini itu koq. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vino, saya tidak bilang saya biasa-biasa saja. saya sungguh merasa tidak biasa dengan pertemuan itu. dengan kebetulan (ya, by chance!), tidak lebih. ini hanya menegaskan sesuatu yang pernah terjadi. telah berakhir. agak buruk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia tidak lebih baik Vino, tidak lebih tampan, juga tidak lebih dicintai. hanya lebih merah. dan saya biru. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vino, besok saya mo nonton white shoes and the people ensamble. saya akan beli CD janji joni dan mendengarkan the adams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh ya, dan album lengkap King of  Convenience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112289643945339654?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112289643945339654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112289643945339654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112289643945339654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112289643945339654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/08/gloomy-index-16-bertemu-seseorang.html' title='Gloomy Index 16: Bertemu seseorang'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-112244001241295834</id><published>2005-07-27T11:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T18:26:28.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy index 15:My bloody (un)valentine</title><content type='html'>Saya lagi seneng band-band indiepop zaman dulu. Band-band Inggris, bukan Swedia. seperti MBV ini. Band yang setengah Inggris dan setengah Irish. MBV memiliki empat pemain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. gitaris/vocalis/penulis lirik Kevin Shields&lt;br /&gt;2. penabuh drum Collm O'Ciosoig.&lt;br /&gt;3. pemain bass Debbie Googe&lt;br /&gt;4. gitaris yang juga vocal Belinda Butcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album mereka, Loveless keluar tahun 1991. Tampak enigmatik.&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi sekarang,sambil menulis ini dan menunggu seseorang akan datang, saya mendengarkan lagu-lagu dari EP mereka. Onie meng-copy-kannya untuk saya. Dan saya agak kaget karena pada film 24 hours party people, mereka tampak wild. Ada 10 tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romantis?&lt;br /&gt;nggak juga. sound-sound MBV mengingatkan saya pada King of Convenience dan King of Convenience mengingatkan saya pada kedalaman tertentu. pada kekosongan tertentu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setahu saya sih, MBV sangat membentuk musik kontemporer Inggris. setelah mendengar track-track mereka, mungkin saya baru saja percaya. mereka menulis lagu yang kelak akan mengilhami musisi-musisi lain. agak rileks, agak dalam, dan agak aneh. Beberapa kritikus menulis "beauty undersiege", dan saya setuju beberapa hal bahwa mereka menulis dan memainkan "gray tone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata Kevin sih, setiap lagu merupakan kemenangan kecil. Setiap lagu MBV merupakan hasil sebuah kekuatan yang luar biasa dan kerapuhan tertentu, sebuah ketidakpastian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetapi regardless dari itu,&lt;br /&gt;lagu-lagu MBV membuat saya melangkah di tengah jalan yang sepi, dengan derai angin di sana-sini, dan di kejauhan matahari senja mengerjap, membubuhi warna bangunan yang lembayung, dan saya tetap melangkah sendiri dengan sepatu sport saya dan capuchon yang menghangatkan, menuju sebuah bangunan&lt;br /&gt;di mana band-band pop sedang memainkan lagu-lagu mereka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112244001241295834?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112244001241295834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112244001241295834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112244001241295834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112244001241295834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/07/gloomy-index-15my-bloody-unvalentine.html' title='Gloomy index 15:My bloody (un)valentine'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-112209339462096318</id><published>2005-07-23T11:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T11:36:34.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problemo</title><content type='html'>Wah, males banget sih.&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa proyek ini banyak sekali masalahnya?&lt;br /&gt;aku kan pusing. dan bingung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu orang, ngambeg karena merasa diremehkan.&lt;br /&gt;satu orang yang lain, ngotot sudah benar&lt;br /&gt;satu orang lagi, merasa sudah bekerja keras&lt;br /&gt;yang lain lagi, nggak mau ngapa-ngapain&lt;br /&gt;datang rapat aja malas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku bingung. soalnya aku tidak tahu harus bagaimana.&lt;br /&gt;aku bukan orang yang detail dan tegas,&lt;br /&gt;dan ternyata itu sangat berbahaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;tahu gini nggak usah repot-repot ngurusin orang lain ya&lt;br /&gt;di rumah saja&lt;br /&gt;atau belanja kemana-mana&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112209339462096318?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112209339462096318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112209339462096318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112209339462096318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112209339462096318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/07/problemo.html' title='Problemo'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-112192537151911079</id><published>2005-07-21T12:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T12:56:11.526+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remedial action</title><content type='html'>(I am sorry for not writing for a long time due to my bussiness and other stories. I would like to share you some news but not clear anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some events happened. And I just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, but I think my life grows better in some cases. I try to remedy my hurt that happened on my past time. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X  sent sms to Y:&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to listen my story? I have a new. Maybe you have a time to share while getting coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Ok, I will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: Hem....I am afraid, I fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Hemm....???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: Y, you just know how my relationship with A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Com'n. Don't say you are falling in love with him. It's just..........perasaanku jadi nggak enak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: Actually...........benci aku (Aming said) but I don't know I think I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Com'n, it will be very dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: Yes, I know but............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I phoned him and he got angry with me. Hem... I feel he got angry with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: Some months ago, he said that he loved me. I just commented, Dont be kidding. You are just sangat keterlaluan. Yok opo seeeh rek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and I think he was so keterlaluan. We have  been a long friend and he always say....I love you muah...muah to everybody, to every women. So I think he was just kidding. But dont know, he is more sensitive now and not willing to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: ARghh.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: I feel terrible and guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: It seems like I just hurt him. In the beginning I hate him, I hate the way he made joke and made me mad anytime he could. But now................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Honestly, you begin to love him too.............?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: I just miss him when he is not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Damn! Love is a desease. Then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: Then tell me what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Phone him and tell him sweetly that you want to meet him and talk about those irritated feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: I am afraid, I am not confident..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Please deh, love is rare opportunity. Only one, not one in million. So whenever you get it, you must grab it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: C'mon.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112192537151911079?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112192537151911079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112192537151911079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112192537151911079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112192537151911079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/07/remedial-action.html' title='Remedial action'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-112183000660039235</id><published>2005-07-20T10:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T10:26:46.606+07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIE comes to Jogja, anyway</title><content type='html'>A must see film of the year, GIE, will come to Jogja:&lt;br /&gt;ScreeningJumat-Minggu, 29-31 Juli 2005&lt;br /&gt;Jadwal:Jumat, 29 Juli 2005, jam 13.00/16.00/19.00+diskusi&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu, 30 Juli 2005, jam 11.00+diskusi /15.00/19.00&lt;br /&gt;Minggu, 31 Juli 2005, 11.00/15.00/19.00&lt;br /&gt;venue: Stage Tari, FBS UNY Karangmalang (selatan Lap. Tenis UGM)&lt;br /&gt;Discussant: Riri Riza (director), Mira Lesmana (producer) and Nicholas Saputra (cast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ticket:rp9000&lt;br /&gt;Available@Mailbox distro, Whatzap, Kedai Kopi, Geronimo, Whatever, Sketsa sinema dan ticket box.&lt;br /&gt;Call your friends and watch the trend!&lt;br /&gt;GIE screening is organized by LOVE REACTOR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112183000660039235?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112183000660039235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112183000660039235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112183000660039235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112183000660039235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/07/gie-comes-to-jogja-anyway.html' title='GIE comes to Jogja, anyway'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-112132567760740980</id><published>2005-07-14T14:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T14:21:17.613+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless (again)</title><content type='html'>Kali ini benar-benar hopeless dan tidak tahu harus bagaimana.&lt;br /&gt;Jika saja kenyataan bisa dirukunkan.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112132567760740980?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112132567760740980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112132567760740980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112132567760740980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112132567760740980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/07/hopeless-again.html' title='Hopeless (again)'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-112109937388306513</id><published>2005-07-11T23:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:29:33.890+07:00</updated><title type='text'>riot on an empty street</title><content type='html'>while listening cayman island by king of convenience, i built my new house here on virtual world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is too overwhelming. i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;i think i will write and revise my novel.&lt;br /&gt;yehah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112109937388306513?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112109937388306513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112109937388306513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112109937388306513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112109937388306513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/07/riot-on-empty-street.html' title='riot on an empty street'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-112071280379563038</id><published>2005-07-07T12:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:06:43.803+07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Don't) Too Quick To Quit</title><content type='html'>The wise man says.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to do such proverb, Dont too quick to quit cause we don't know what will happen in next minutes&lt;br /&gt;But it's a small winning&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of step to grab&lt;br /&gt;The future is waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112071280379563038?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112071280379563038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112071280379563038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112071280379563038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112071280379563038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/07/dont-too-quick-to-quit.html' title='(Don&apos;t) Too Quick To Quit'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-112053015133424616</id><published>2005-07-05T08:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T09:22:31.350+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy index 14:Happening and Hope-ing</title><content type='html'>Whua....Na, apa kabarmu? aku kemarin melihatmu di antara tas-tas Dior, baju Esprit, sling backnya Todds, dan kacamata Prada. Wah, kau hampir kalap ya menemukan ada surga di tempat kecil itu.Kau hanya ber-ck-ck sambil menggoyangkan kepalamu lincah.&lt;br /&gt;Wadoooo&lt;br /&gt;di luar sana, ada busung lapar, saudara&lt;br /&gt;ada polio&lt;br /&gt;ada anak-anak sekolah tidak lulus&lt;br /&gt;ada bayi-bayi kurang gizi&lt;br /&gt;ada kampanye LIVE8 untuk menghapus kemiskinan dunia ketiga, dan terutama afrika&lt;br /&gt;dengan slogan make poverty history&lt;br /&gt;dengan baller id biru yang keren&lt;br /&gt;dan travis,&lt;br /&gt;coldplay, green day (nggak penting sih...), u2, dan black eye peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh, dan tiba-tiba kamu terdiam&lt;br /&gt;spending lagi&lt;br /&gt;I shop therefore, I exist, begitukah kata Sartre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tiba-tiba saja,&lt;br /&gt;semuanya terjadi&lt;br /&gt;kenakalan yang lain&lt;br /&gt;yang sedikit hubungannya dengan jeans ESPRIT, kaos MANGO dan tas TODDS&lt;br /&gt;ya, sedikit mengingatkan&lt;br /&gt;tapi tidak banyak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tentang keisengan yang shameless&lt;br /&gt;dan kau berjanji tidak akan mengulanginya lagi&lt;br /&gt;keisengan apakah itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seseorang yang telah 'mati' tiba-tiba mengirimmu pesan&lt;br /&gt;"sapa ya?"&lt;br /&gt;apakah dia orang yang sama dengan yang hidup hampir setahun yang lalu?&lt;br /&gt;ataukah dia adalah orang yang...&lt;br /&gt;.."dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;pada datang ya besok sore, 3/7, Senin, di kafe LIP. datanglah. thanx.&lt;br /&gt;besok cek semua klien ya dengan GIE tanggal 22-24 Juli"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan dia masih bertanya, "sapa ya?'&lt;br /&gt;(emang siapa?)&lt;br /&gt;sempat agak abu-abu,&lt;br /&gt;tapi kemudian putih lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Na baik-baik saja kan?&lt;br /&gt;Tentu saja, apa yang membuat Na tidak baik? Hidup telah menjadi sangat baik bagi Na, bahkan ketika dia tidak ada&lt;br /&gt;Segalanya telah berjalan seperti sedia kala&lt;br /&gt;dan Na tidak lagi membutuhkannya separah kala setahun lalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tanpa Na sadari, ternyata ini adalah kemenangan kecil yang harus Na raih hari perhari&lt;br /&gt;supaya bisa mengalahkannya&lt;br /&gt;bisa membuatnya tampak wajar-wajar saja&lt;br /&gt;Apakah dia bahagia?&lt;br /&gt;Itu bukan lagi urusan Na&lt;br /&gt;tapi Na bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Dan kenapa tidak?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112053015133424616?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112053015133424616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112053015133424616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112053015133424616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112053015133424616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/07/gloomy-index-14happening-and-hope-ing.html' title='Gloomy index 14:Happening and Hope-ing'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-112027673849671073</id><published>2005-07-02T10:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T10:58:58.503+07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAKARTA NOTE PROJECT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7 Juni 05,18.36&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta from Air conditioned vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assume it as my blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Would like to tell you, it’s my first day coming here, insist’s new office, located in northern part of Jogjakarta, near North ring road.&lt;br /&gt;Bigger home, spacious and luxury, more feel like office. But don’t know what will happen. Just want to take rest and then fly again.&lt;br /&gt;I am just sick. I was sick. During my short stay in Jakarta,  I got terrible cough and flu. Fever that made me not enjoying much my works and my visit. I think it was my stage to know more about this city. The city where I lay my dream on. Or rather, the city where I must work. Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not my home, actually. I just rethink my life now and still waiting what will happen next. What kind of experience I will get. I think my life goes so fast lately. So many things come and go, change and exchange. And I don’t know whether it’s worthwhile or not for me to keep going. I just keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things change my thought. So many people left their impression on me. Like Bonnie and Ade whom I met at French embassy or kinda of that. They are declared lesbian and as I imagined before, they are so so tomboy and man-like. But they are kind and well groom. They have international experience and I admire them most. They speak half English, half Indonesian and have flawless French which made me so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I met mbak Vivi at Aksara bookstore. Nice home for bookworm. Far cheaper than QB and young people oriented. Very homey, not just like the first time I came there.  We discussed a lot about next on/off project, also about Janji Joni. Then I joint a book discussion presented by Reader Digest Book Club. The discussion was attended by 15-20 peoples with Dony Garhal Ardian and Intan Paramaditha as speakers. The forum discussed about Jumpha Lahiri’s book, “The Interpreter of Malady”.&lt;br /&gt;I got goodybag contain mousepad, reader digest magazine, 2 nice CD. There was also a quiz and I won a loving perfume. Some peoples got voucher worth @100.000,  reader digest mag, and another nice things. I really love it. The forum was excellent too. It was rather different with book discussion@QB. The one was more snob. The speakers know a lot about this book and their ideas/suggestion are very useful and well meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home satisfied. Oh, yeah, before, there were two incidents that made me so angry. First, I got taxi from Mal Metropolitan@Bekasi and he didn’t know where Duren Sawit was. It just costed 35.000. Then when I was on the way to Menteng, the driver didn’t know where Jl. Panarukan was. God, give me any damn. There was a traffic jam too. And the Blue Bird driver was a new driver. What a hell. I spent my 50.000.&lt;br /&gt;Then in the middle of my hurrying day, I took busway to Blok M to catch up my appointment with mbak Vivi@Aksara. And the bus was very clean, cheap (2500 idr), and nice too. I took taxi from Pasaraya then to Kemang. Very cheap dan not time consuming. I got there, browsing a new collection and bought Bram Stoker Dracula. Cheap. 23.000 idr.&lt;br /&gt;After attending discussion, I phoned Widya and planned to stay there. I took metromini and got lost. But not too lost. I just got angkot to Pasar Minggu then going to Otista by angkot too from Pasar Minggu terminal.&lt;br /&gt;I just loved challenge and not afraid of being simple traveller. It was cheaper than being stuck on damn taxi. God, please.&lt;br /&gt;But as you always know, there was a lot of people and highly polluted road that will torment your emotion till you know the limit of your patience. The sopir and the crew speak Javanese while turning their CD Player on very very norak and loud dangdut scene. While around you,  a market full of people, very dense actually, offer a lot of things from a very cheap industrial goods from China and fruit and vegetables from around Java and Sunda. Some pirates sold their pirated CD openly, with very wide ranging collection, from norak dangdut in kampong (please I don’t intend to be pejorative, but some CD only exposes the sensuality of the singers not their damn very bad voice), or striptease from club-club with hardhouse or tribal music. And Pak Sopir said, “Lah itu, putri2an pake bikini aja nggak boleh,  padahal yang nonton juga Cuma dikit. Yang di sini, orang-orang pada nontont nooo…” He thumbed the CD stall. The staff responded,” Ya, padahal orang banyak tuh. Semua orang, dari berbagai kalangan. Mbok MUI ngurusin neh..”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just admire. The Jakarta weather was very hot. No wonder. No discussion.&lt;br /&gt;I got to Otista almost at 10 pm. But it’s safe. Jakarta’s safer than Jogja, in this case. I slept there, in Indonesia Acts with Widya. She is friend of mine and Alia’s.  A lonely person in the wild Jakarta world.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the Saturday, 4 June 2005@7 am. I had appointment with mbak Nani@10. I just got there (Duren Sawit) by angkot (2 times) and it cut my expenses a lot.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went home to Otista and got sleeping. Very tired and my flu got worse cause I just moved from one air conditioned room to another. And it made me sick. I woke up at 5. I and Widya planned to jalan-jalan cause Widya never had a friend to go. She had actually, 2 friends who stay there but Widya told me, she didn’t have a friend in common.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to TIM, watching French Film Festival (for second time, for me). We watched Au revoir les infants, a film which told about  a chatolic school in the time of NAZI attack. Not as excellent as Les Choristes, but Widya said it’s good. I went to Jose Rizal and bought Toba Na Sae and Krakatau. We just hang around there, had dinner and so on. Also got to Taman Suropati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I just wanted to meet him. Where is he, now? Why he dissapear so soon and never leave me a path? Where is he? Where is he????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home by taxi and had a rest sleep till the middle of the day after. In the middle of Sunday I inquiried some airplane office in order to get a ticket for Jogja. I cant go home by train due to my worst condition. First, I got Batavia Air,  but the travel agent was closed. So I just went by to Pasaraya. Actually, I was hesitate whether I went to Plaza Senayan or to Kemang (again). I think it’s the homeys place in Jakarta. But I went to Pasaraya without any longer consideration. The journey took so long, but I just enjoyed it. I learned how to travel in Jakarta. Then I was at Pasaraya, doing some silly window shopping and found that there were a lot of discount. The brands were not bad at all, like Icons, (X)SML, G2000, Guess, Projectshop Bloodbros, etc. And the prices were so cheap and tempteous. I got a beautiful polo shirt from Giordano, but I bet I will shop again for Icons and (X)SML for their purple collection. Arghhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Next week.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I wanted to go to Plaza Senayan, buying Mango shirt and L’Occitane for Alia but maybe I will go there next week.&lt;br /&gt;I just came home and spending my time remind my route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I just booked and took my ticket and went home. Jakarta was rain, very heavy. I planned to go home. I took route from Blok M but when I went from Widya to Blok M, I just realized what was like Jakarta from air conditioned vehicle (and I didn’t meet him yet). It was cold and rain outside. We passed Gatot Subroto, Sudirman, Thamrin in the middle of the fog, the rain pained me more. The skyscrappers stood there, in the coldness and solitude and the vehicle’s glass drew the saddest line. My health got worse.&lt;br /&gt;I was almost late when we got traffic jam around Sudirman. And I couldn’t find you. (Where are you???).&lt;br /&gt;I would be home by Lion air, in very hurrily condition. And I almost cried, but I know my toughness will empty it. Will survive it. I will come to Jakarta. Again. Again. Again. To find you, to meet you, to bind you, to grind you in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am home, reflect my experience living there. Now I know how different Jakarta from air conditioned space and not. But still learning,  It’s hard to find you there. And accidents, coincidences, like what ever happened in the past time, were very precious moment. Very precious that makes me hesitate whether there is any chance or not to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 June,05, 19.43&lt;br /&gt;Ophe is turning on her Radiohead.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share my last visit to Jakarta (again). I think I was not too healthy to go there. Everything was messy and ill-prepared. I was not up. And well fed. But I must go there for some technical reason,like my future with Goethe. But I think I love going (and leaving).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning and my head was still stuck to the pillow. At that time, I realized that I hate leaving my home. But I was going and met Alia and Mas Nindityo. I am not too close to her but we are good friends, I think. We went also with Roland, grantee from ISI who will work for Selayar Sunaryo. Boarding and in the aeroplane again. It just made me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to Jakarta (again). And we had lunch at Erasmus Huis (too much for me) while watching photo exhibition. Erasmus Huis is located at Kuningan, near the posh office complex. The building is very big and wide. The atmosphere is cool too. After that, we took taxi to Paragon at Menteng.&lt;br /&gt;So far, I hate being there, in a very cold hotel. But the hotel reminded me of Santika, where I could see night and Jakarta view from my room. I stayed with mbak Galuh, Garasi. The first day was tormented. There was no event. I just went to Jaksa to get internet and then going to TIM. Met with mbak Wiwit. She was British Council staff. But now freelancer. She is quite impressed me. She is studying cinematography in IKJ and involved in so many exclusive events. She is a kind of young urban professional and she is free. She has made company profile in Riau and now she will join SET team to make a film with Garin Nugroho (I met him with mas Hatta).&lt;br /&gt;Alia wanted me to know her. She offered me a job to organize and manage film production next September. But what a pity, I work for Goethe at that time. I am very sorry. I miss the chance to join the big team in film production. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I just spent my Saturday night watching TV. Not too bad. Iam too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, everything was all right. Now I have a lot of friends, so I tried to enjoy. We started the core meeting at 9. There were a lot of influential people. Bu Amna (she is very beautiful and well dressed. I love her style), mbak Helly Minarti ( a long idol, now I can meet her. What a surprised!), mbak Tia (Kelola staff, beautiful, friendly, but too sleek),  Alex (no comment. My mentor), mbak Sari Teater Koma (humble person), Bu Marusya (GKJ, Batak, and weird), Nirwan Dewanto (hemm..so..so..) and my Kelola friends: Vini (CCF, Jogja friend), Anna (Cemeti, cool person, friend for church and having beer),  Ophi (JIFFEST, hysteric and young grantee), Nita (Didik Nini Thowok, depressed and cheer),  Wikan (TUK, modest), Bambang Purwanto (Acehnese, PMR style, Johny Iskandar, rather), mas Ian (OTR Didik), Damar (BC) dll.&lt;br /&gt;The forum talked about Kelola program and I was interested with international program. I just knew that Alia will go to German next September as a grantee. Mbak Mira Tedja also. I wonder that going abroad was very easy for artworker. And I just want to get it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also discussed about our job if we work. Bu Marla was not there, so Alex explained about my job desc there in Goethe. Alex was the one who insisted to divert me to Goethe cause he wanted me to be Lisa’s replacement. Oh…. Okay……..&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to church with Anna. We got sleep cause the priest talked too much ( We don’t need it) and late for dinner. Bu Amna was a host for this moment. So we went to her house,  in Kemang. There, I met a lot of people like John Badalu (tambah genit ajah……), mbak Helly, Lisa (she was so sweet), Alex, mbak Santi (our boss), etc. I didn’t know, I love talking with them. I began to realize that film is my life. Nobody could take it away from me (hhe..sound dramatic???).  I just talked too much with John, Lisa and mbak Santi.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home tiredlessly………..&lt;br /&gt;But Anna and Vini called me, propose me to join their party. And it was post party. Ronald, Ricky, Vini and Anna bought Bintang and Heinekken and we started to drink. Today is Anna’s birthday (Happy Birthday). I lay hopelessly.&lt;br /&gt;I got sleep at 2 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 28 june, 2005, 14.20&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh. Hari ini gw melankoli banget. Gak tau napa. Pokoke sedih ajah. Napa ya? Semuanya baik-baik ajah koq. Dan aku dah belajar menyerahkan segalanya pada destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Gak tau, efek kemaren kalee. Nonton ungu violet. Gak mutu banget sih. Tapi kayaknya emang gak mutu koq jadi melancowlee gini. Mellowdic gini. Kayak band inggris ajah. Or karena gw baru denger jealous guynya john lennon. Ailaahh….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sebenernya hidup gw happy banget. Sumpah. Mo ngapain lagi? Gini aja dah bahagia. Gw ada 2 tugas yang belon gw selesain, yakni buku  bu nani dan skenario. Aku mampir ke sketsa aja kali ya. Rental film. Ok. Deh.&lt;br /&gt;Ayoo semangat lagi. Abis ini.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hip! Ayoo bangkit. Dah denger september ceria. But I really need my blogger. Pengen nulis banyak sejak kemaren, tapi gak jadi-jadi. Hasilnya desperate and hopeless tulisan gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112027673849671073?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112027673849671073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112027673849671073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112027673849671073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112027673849671073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/07/jakarta-note-project.html' title='JAKARTA NOTE PROJECT'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-112027600823835446</id><published>2005-07-02T10:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T10:46:48.256+07:00</updated><title type='text'>PADI: the review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Morning glory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, i get my own private internet connection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While writing this line, I am listening PADI new album, titled with PADI (with rainbow color fonts). It's the fourth album. After all the mellowdic and dark but not gothic albums. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I think Piyu was wrong when he said that this album is more cheer, witty, spiritous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This album contains 10 songs as follow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Prolog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Tak Hanya Diam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Menanti sebuah jawaban (OST Ungu Violet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4.Elok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Siapa gerangan dirinya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. Menerobos gelap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Save My soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8.Akhiri Dunia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. TErnyata Cinta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. Masih tetap tersenyum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some magz, like MTV Traxx have released a basic review about this album. NO wonder, PADI is one of biggest supergrup here. In their fourth album, PADI also made collaboration with senior musician like Idris Sardi and Bubi Chen. I don't know for what they did it. Maybe commercial consideration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For short, this album is not far from their genesis style. They are still mellowdic and dark. Gloomy, rather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just listen the single hit Menanti Sebuah Jawaban. It's just like Piyu's songs before which told about cinta tak berbalas or tak yakin. Still sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Save My Soul is also an example. It just tells about desperation or loosing hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But still they proved that they are big name in pop industry. Regardless the hopeless lyrics, their music is still consistent. Make me a deep breath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can mention "Menanti Sebuah Jawaban" is excellent, while Masih Tetap Tersenyum (featuring Idris Sardi) is the best one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Masih Tetap Tersenyum, their collaboration with Idris Sardi is really exciting, really organic, and chemically beautiful. The lyric helps much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel I am listening 50' song in the time of Independence struggle. Really touchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And about the hit single, Menanti Sebuah Jawaban, it's like...padi banget. The video is made by Riri Riza and it's good. It just made me cry, sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, maybe I will update this review, but you can be sure to buy this album. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and the rest, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just bear your own lonely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(PADI always reminds you to come home to SBY. Anyway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112027600823835446?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112027600823835446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112027600823835446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112027600823835446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112027600823835446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/07/padi-review.html' title='PADI: the review'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-112002404601630690</id><published>2005-06-29T12:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T12:47:26.023+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cihuy...........</title><content type='html'>The internet has been set up again.&lt;br /&gt;dan pekerjaanku dah balik: balesin email. kerjaan koq balesin email ya...&lt;br /&gt;hari ini banyak email masuk.&lt;br /&gt;ntar ah dilanjutin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-112002404601630690?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/112002404601630690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=112002404601630690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112002404601630690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/112002404601630690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/06/cihuy.html' title='Cihuy...........'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111967341160458620</id><published>2005-06-25T11:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T11:23:31.610+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ON/OFF brand nu!</title><content type='html'>HERE WE COME AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;ON/OFF media orang biasa,tampil dengan ON/OFF brand nu yang merupakan edisi pertama perubahan format. Dalam format baru ini, ON/OFF tampil lebih segar, lebih handy, dengan ukuran yang lebih kecil. ON/OFF berubah dari format magazine (majalah, ukuran: 29x21) ke format buku (ukuran 21x15).&lt;br /&gt;Edisi baru ini tampil dengan tema CINTA PERTAMA: KISAH PRAMOEDYA, REMAJA DAN HOMOSEKSUAL. Edisi ini berisi 8 tulisan:&lt;br /&gt;1. 5 fiksi cerpen:· Ilham karya Dalih Sembiring · Cinta Seputih Ros karya Anton Septian R· 1258 SMS karya Begawan· She Doesn’t Love Me at All karya Sigit Rais· Cinta Anjing karya Anindita Siswanto&lt;br /&gt;2. 2 tulisan review· Cinta yang Merana:Tinjauan atas Prosa ‘Love in The Time of Cholera’ Gabriel Garcia Marquez karya Veronica Kusuma· Malena dari Sisilia:Sex dan Cinta Pertama Renato karya Agnes Puput C&lt;br /&gt;3. 1 wawancara dengan Pramoedya Ananta Toer :Cinta Hanya Naluri Sex Saja Pewawancara:  Faiz Ahsoul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapetin segera di toko-toko buku dan distro-distro terdekat di kota kamu.&lt;br /&gt;TUNGGU LAUNCHINGNYA DI TOKO BUKU AKSARA, JL. KEMANG, JAKARTA. SO SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111967341160458620?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111967341160458620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111967341160458620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111967341160458620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111967341160458620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/06/onoff-brand-nu.html' title='ON/OFF brand nu!'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111949698725961440</id><published>2005-06-23T10:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T10:23:07.266+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a time</title><content type='html'>sekali&lt;br /&gt;melarikan diri dari banyak hal&lt;br /&gt;yang membuatmu tak punya hidupmu sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanya semalam&lt;br /&gt;dan 13 sms masuk ke handphonemu&lt;br /&gt;tak peduli&lt;br /&gt;membiarkan semuanya terjadi&lt;br /&gt;di luar kontrolmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah berdebat dengan dirimu-sendiri&lt;br /&gt;mengalahkan dirimu sendiri&lt;br /&gt;untuk menjadi diri sendiri&lt;br /&gt;dan terbebas dari dikte orang lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meski tampak egois&lt;br /&gt;tampak tak menyenangkan&lt;br /&gt;tidak semua orang harus menyukaimu&lt;br /&gt;sungguh&lt;br /&gt;kau telah melakukan hal yang benar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;membiarkan semuanya terjadi&lt;br /&gt;di luar kontrolmu&lt;br /&gt;di luar dikte orang-orang lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;membebaskanmu dari jaring sosial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111949698725961440?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111949698725961440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111949698725961440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111949698725961440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111949698725961440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/06/once-time.html' title='Once a time'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111937874187525013</id><published>2005-06-22T01:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:32:21.930+07:00</updated><title type='text'>About a guy</title><content type='html'>Ini tema yang mungkin terdengar cliche dan nggak penting banget. aku cuma mau nulis tentang tema yang udah lama out of my mind, gara-gara teror tak henti atas peristiwa agustus itu.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, aku agak sehat.&lt;br /&gt;meski dalam keadaan putus asa parah karena persoalan kerja yang gak selesai-selesai.&lt;br /&gt;aku agak bingung dan pusing dengan negosiasiku dengan miles soal gie.&lt;br /&gt;kenapa ya kita selalu mendapat halangan yang banyak bangettttttttt kalo ada proyek?&lt;br /&gt;aku selalu melihat temen2 di kota laen kayaknya nggak segitu banget deh perjuangannya. kenapa ya ada saja yang mesti dihadapi? but honestly, aku tuh hopeless banget negosiasi proyek satu ini. ini benar-benar berat, lebih karena kami sama2 nggak tau mesti gimana.&lt;br /&gt;soale gara2 kampus dan rokok itu. wah pusing abis deh.&lt;br /&gt;gimana ya?&lt;br /&gt;mana yang dimataram belom pasti lagi. bagaimana ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, aku belum cerita ya.&lt;br /&gt;aku menelepon miles beberapa minggu lalu dan sekarang, hampir tiap hari. menanyakan kemungkinan promo gie di jogja. tapi jogja ternyata dah out of the list dari promo mereka gara-gara mereka pakai sponsor rokok dan di jogja, tak ada kampus yang mau menerima rokok, kecuali uii dan upn, tapi mereka terlambat mengetahuinya. dan dengan tanpa malu dan kenekadan yang aku nggak tau dapat darimana, aku mengajukan diri dan menawarkan diri untuk mengorganize promo mereka.&lt;br /&gt;tapi ternyata mereka nggak punya bayangan lain selain bedah buku catatan seorang demonstran. seseuatu yang agak mustahil dilakukan di sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa mustahil? karena mereka low budget dan kami yang harus mengurus semua hal termasuk sponsorship. kalo ada pemutarannya, mungkin sponsor mau membiayai, tapi kalo bedah buku saja? aku nggak yakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan sekarang, aku sendirian dan hopelessly, shamelessly, memaksa mereka promo di sini.&lt;br /&gt;yaampun, aku tuh benar2 no direction at all. rasanya sedih gitu.&lt;br /&gt;tapi sudahlah.&lt;br /&gt;itu baru masalah pertama.&lt;br /&gt;nanti pasti muncul masalah2 turunan berikutnya yang lebih banyak menghabiskan energi dan pikiran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemudian,&lt;br /&gt;hari ini aku ke warnet, internet kantor belum juga beres di set up. dan aku ketemu temen-temen lamaku. my old handsome and posh friends. dululah sewaktu masih kuliah. mereka sedang di depan sana, di sebuah lounge dengan laptopnya masing-masing. so clean, sleek, handsome, and posh. mereka teman-temanku yang terkenal, ganteng, kaya dan pintar-pintar.&lt;br /&gt;dulu kami sering jalan bareng (salah satunya pacarku hem..mantan pacar, more exact).&lt;br /&gt;ya, ingatan lamalah. mereka dulu pernah menjadi teman-teman terbaikku (dan salah satunya, hingga sekarang) dan aku hanya ingat saat-saat dulu kita bersama. ke luar kota, naik gunung, travelling, berkemah, ke pantai, nginep bareng, ngobrol, dan ngegame bareng. but now, it was over.&lt;br /&gt;dan aku nggak tau hidup mereka sekarang. but genetically, mereka established.  anak-anak orang kaya yang mungkin gak perlu gelisah bagaimana cara mencari uang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi entahlah,&lt;br /&gt;aku sendiri nggak tau apa yang sedang kupikirkan tentang mereka. aku pernah menjadi bagian dari mereka tapi aku pun pernah merasa begitu alienated. tapi sudahlah, barangkali dalam hidup, kita akan bertemu dengan orang lama, juga orang baru.&lt;br /&gt;ok, dan tentang orang baru.&lt;br /&gt;aku baru pulang dari aceh.&lt;br /&gt;ceritanya begini.&lt;br /&gt;hari senin, ketika aku baru saja pulang dari jakarta, ibu manajer bilang, aku harus pergi lagi. jakarta? aku bertanya. bukan jakarta lagi, tapi aceh.&lt;br /&gt;aku agak kaget. tapi ibu manajer pasti bercanda. bagaimana mungkin aku ke aceh?&lt;br /&gt;dan hingga rabu, aku baru mendapat kepastian bahwa aku akan ke aceh. ke aceh.&lt;br /&gt;it's all unbelieveble.&lt;br /&gt;dan aku harus berangkat kamis pagi jam 9. dan malam sebelum aku berangkat, listrik di rumah mati, jadi aku tidur saja dan tidak melakukan persiapan. menyedihkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku berangkat ke aceh dengan perasaan yang begitu datar. lama-lama aku merasa terbiasa dengan perjalanan. sudah 8 kali inilah aku menginjak soekarno hatta dalam sebulan ini. benar-benar keterlaluan.&lt;br /&gt;kami ke aceh, dengan pikiran blank. aku tak punya bayangan tentang aceh. meski itu hanya potongan gambar dari televisi. tapi aku di aceh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hari. penuhh. dengan kejutan-kejutan yang aneh. nanti aku akan bercerita lebih lengkap.&lt;br /&gt;hari pertama, ada gempa dan aku lari ketakutan. kami berada di sebuah hotel di tengah reruntuhan sisa tsunami yang masih sunyi. macondo.&lt;br /&gt;hari kedua, hujan deras dan prahara. banjir.&lt;br /&gt;hari ketiga, banda aceh kota yang sentimentil sungguh. hujan dan lari. di ujung jalan, di depan kantor walhi. dan menanti jawaban padi. (kamu tau, komposisi ini?)&lt;br /&gt;hari keempat, pulang pagi-pagi. dan di bandara soekarno hatta lagi. sendiri. sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;ketika aku melihat a guy with white tshirt. melihatnya sejak di banda aceh, di bandara sultan iskandar muda. seems cool. late twenty or early thirty...with his toshiba laptop bag and polo bag.&lt;br /&gt;hingga transit di medan dan kemudian ke jakarta. he is on my next seat ketika aku mutusin pindah dekat jendela and he is on my back.&lt;br /&gt;setelah itu, sesampai di jakarta, ternyata dia transit juga. F7 dan aku F3.&lt;br /&gt;dia surabaya dan aku jogja. apakah kau mengenal komposisi ini?&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's about a guy. dan seluruh ingatan ini menyusun komposisi yang begitu generis. tanpa kusadari. tapi untuk apa?&lt;br /&gt;pada hari ketiga, aku di permata, lampreuik, aku bermimpi tentang a guy, sedang menceramahiku (seperti yang biasa dia lakukan) kepadaku.&lt;br /&gt;dan di depannya, dalam perjalanan medan-jakarta, aku hampir-hampir membiarkan air mataku berjatuhan untuk sesuatu yang aku tak tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini sebuah komposisi yang salah.&lt;br /&gt;sungguhkah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111937874187525013?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111937874187525013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>sorry, lagi sibuk banget.&lt;br /&gt;semalam baru mendarat dari aceh yang terribly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besok ya nulisnya. bentar lagi rapat neeh. dahhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111934343041408371?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111934343041408371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111934343041408371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111934343041408371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111934343041408371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/06/zzzhhh.html' title='zzzhhh'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111880027324277099</id><published>2005-06-15T08:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T08:51:13.246+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aceh rebel!</title><content type='html'>Aku dah di sini&lt;br /&gt;belum sarapan&lt;br /&gt;keburu-buru&lt;br /&gt;besok katanya harus ke aceh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, aceh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111880027324277099?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111880027324277099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111880027324277099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111880027324277099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111880027324277099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/06/aceh-rebel.html' title='Aceh rebel!'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111847474227593958</id><published>2005-06-11T14:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T14:25:42.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Un] passionate jakarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hari ini aku berada di sudut jaksa, di sebuah rumah dengan skylight yang menerangi kemurungaku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ini jakarta yang ketiga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dalam bulan ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rasanya tak ada yang perlu diceritakan lagi, selain rasa lelah yang tak ada habis dan siksaan mesin modern bernama AC di mana-mana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;capek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sebuah kata yang kuulang-ulang selama bulan-bulan ini, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ketika dengan mata tembam harus bangun pagi, dengan terburu- buru ke bandara yang masih saja sunyi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;berada di burung besi selama 1 jam, mendarat, dan menemukan hal yang sama dari waktu ke waktu, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;seolah-olah terminal 2F itu sengaja menyiksaku dengan bangunan-bangunannya yang kaku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;berada di ruang-ruang berpendingin, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;menyaksikan kemacetan dan mengalaminya berkali-kali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;damn, damn, damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cengkareng, Grogol, Taman Anggrek, Sudirman atau Kuningan, Menteng, Duren sawit, Kemang, Blok M. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kepalaku tak lagi kuat menahannya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hari ini, aku di sini lagi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;di sebuah kota yang pernah sangat ingin kutundukkan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sebuah kota yang katanya menjadi masa depan banyak orang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dan aku telah melewatinya berkalii-kali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;menundukkannya berkali-kali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am lying hopelessly, livelessly.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kalau perjalanan ini disikapi sebagai jembatan, sebagai latihan, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maka aku sekarang sudah hampir-hampir menyerah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;perjalanan ini menyiksaku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sangat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tubuhku terlalu rapuh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;terlalu pecah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tak lagi ada harapan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;untuk apa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;untuk siapa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tadi, di sebuah hotel di kawasan menteng, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aku melihat lagi jakarta yang steril, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yang mati, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yang terbingkai kaku dalam kaca-kaca jendela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dan karpet itu masih hijau, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dan aku mendengar menanti jawaban-nya PADI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cukup sudah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kota ini sudah menghabiskan seluruh rasa sedihku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rasa menyerahku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aku hanya ingin pulang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pulang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;meski aku tak punya rumah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(onie dan mbah telah membuatkan rumah kardus untukku. di surabaya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aku ingin pulang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(dan tiba-tiba aku kangen mama.......)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(hiks, hiks, hiks, .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111847474227593958?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111847474227593958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111847474227593958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111847474227593958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111847474227593958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/06/un-passionate-jakarta.html' title='[Un] passionate jakarta'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111820550451518330</id><published>2005-06-08T11:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:38:24.523+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Offline, sometimes</title><content type='html'>I am offline, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Due to our office move to the northern part of Jogjakakarta.&lt;br /&gt;See you in different internet provider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111795770167522164</id><published>2005-06-05T14:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T14:48:21.723+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am here: sick sick sick</title><content type='html'>I am here and where are you?&lt;br /&gt;I am sick, influenza and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened then?&lt;br /&gt;Everything is all right, so far, no need to hurry,no need to run&lt;br /&gt;It seems everything  is nice going.&lt;br /&gt;I am just a little bit sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;but know life is worthed to be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my days babysitting, chit chat, going and coming here and there, working in the midlle of my cough and coldness&lt;br /&gt;and no phonecell network.&lt;br /&gt;and no need to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day one,&lt;br /&gt;spending time @aksara, book discussion tittled jumpha lahiri with intan and dony. feel like coming home. excellent experience. met mbak vivi, mbak boni and ade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day two.&lt;br /&gt;watching (again) festival sinema &lt;a href="mailto:perancis@tim"&gt;perancis@tim&lt;/a&gt;, buying toba na sae (expensive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day three.&lt;br /&gt;decide to book airplane ticket. plan to go to plaza senayan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111795770167522164?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111795770167522164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111795770167522164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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deh.&lt;br /&gt;mana harus beres2 lapporan.&lt;br /&gt;meski ke jakarta lagi.&lt;br /&gt;di jakarta banyak agenda.&lt;br /&gt;nah,kan.&lt;br /&gt;bingungggggggggggg. capekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111763896427625856?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111763896427625856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111763896427625856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111763896427625856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111763896427625856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/06/way-i-am.html' title='The way I am'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111746841471039032</id><published>2005-05-30T22:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:53:34.720+07:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est passe</title><content type='html'>Hello, what's up?&lt;br /&gt;I am up.&lt;br /&gt;beberapa hari ini bangun jam setengah sembilan setengah pagi. capek.&lt;br /&gt;kebiasaan buruk ini kembali setelah beberapa minggu ini dikebut kerjaan event yang gak berhenti-berhenti hingga tubuhku lemah tandas di bawah perbudakan modern bernama workaholic.&lt;br /&gt;dan aku sendiri nggak sempat menulis di sini karena aksesnya lambat banget dan I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in just a few days a lot of things happened and I think I would like to write my next novel than babysitting here and there trying to make use of my self. But I think I am deserved to indulge myself by browsing mall and cafe till my legs got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;And then, the story began:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told you before we had JANJI JONI event on Monday till Wednesday in 23-25 May. We prepared from Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;The first day: no crowd around TBY, everything was still in control, except our hear beat cause  we just gambled to get money from ticketing.&lt;br /&gt;In last minutes, mbak Nia phoned me that Nico would not come but Surya would come. I just feel shocked because we just prepared for 2 people in hotel and in transportation. so we got nervous on preparing transportation, LCD Projector, hotel, sponsor, etc. The worst thing happened, ie., the media from CLAS MILD didnt enclose our cosponsor. I just got angry, but what can we do? Conflict happened between marketing and media/art director.   a lot missunderstanding, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mbak Nia came and everything was  satisfied. thanks god, i almost lost everything. Mas Joko, mbak Nia and Surya were taken to Omah Dhuwur, having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up very morning cause there was press conference at 9. But I must wait for ita and alia. so we went to ibis together. Press conferece was late, and i just felt guilty. I almost got hopeless cause the journalists are alwyas late, b ut at that time, they came so hurrily and not late. All schedules were late. And the venue were packed with ABG. We can smile  a little. yeah,  a little bit expectation. Our volunteers worked hard and very excellent.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know about the discussion, i was too busy to fix a thing. But suppose, mbak Nia and friends were satisfied, very interactive, they told. thanks god. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third day:&lt;br /&gt;Everything run well, mbak Nia etc have came back to Jkt. So our burden was lighted. We just worked nothing too loose cause the tickets has been sold out a day before (only for noon screening there were not packed). thanks god, we ended up so gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fourth day and the beginning of the "siksaan lahir batin"&lt;br /&gt;i woke up  almost at 8.30 when anas woke me up and reminded me to send JANJI JONI film TODAY. Mbak Nia and Dina has reminded me cause the film will be sent to Sidney Film Fest.&lt;br /&gt;Anas went earlier to DHL.&lt;br /&gt;I got bath and hoped Anas will fix everything. But...................Guess,  saudara-saudara, what happened that day? The least expected happened.&lt;br /&gt;DHL could not send the film THAT DAY but promised the next day. I phoned FEdEx but the phone operator said,"telepon yang anda hubungi sedang tidak aktif...."&lt;br /&gt;So we left the chance and lay hopelessly....&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly anas made a "fatwa": berangkat ke jakarta ajah ya....daripada bayar DHL 1, 3 juta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was almost 11 and i acted like joni , running hurrily to insist and ordered a ticket but mas jon could not gimme. so i run lonely to airport without ticket and without expectation to get  a ticket to jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;it was like sinetron scene.&lt;br /&gt;i was at airport at 11.50 and the plane would take off at 12.40. bayang pun.&lt;br /&gt;i took JJ film which weighted almost 20,6 kg. i got lion air ticket worth 498 thousand. almost like garuda. what a hell. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i was in jakarta at 13.40. bloody tired and sleepy. i took off my baggage and stop fucking taxi, going to cipete (where is it? ) in the edge of jakarta, hell. we needed almost an hour to get there and the bawel driver asked me some unreasonable tips. god, give me any justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i found kalyana office and met mbak nia. what a surprise. "lah, kamu koq dah di sini..."&lt;br /&gt;homey office and friendly staff. helpful, rather. just talking with her and her staff 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;i went to salto,  meet mbak kiki. and god, my poor phonecell was full of date and appointment.&lt;br /&gt;mbak kiki and mas lalu were busy. i just spent 30 minutes there and going to plaza semanggi. hang out? god, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have appointment with alex to give him on/off. also mas faiz. where will i lay my head upon? alex promised to meet me at QB, there was mas eka book launching. so  a lot of people there. richard oh, djenar, lisa, ucu,  fenty, mas aris, dll.&lt;br /&gt;after that, i joint a very freak and uncivilised party with them. oh, god,  nggak penting banget.&lt;br /&gt;then, i got home at remdec, coming with mas faiz.&lt;br /&gt;5 th floor (lumayan olahraga),  without lift or escalator. tv, ac, and jakarta night view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fifth day:&lt;br /&gt;met bu silvi  and friends at remdec. going all alone to plaza indonesia. buying some clothes ( i didnt bring) at sogo. browsing at mango (not fit). and god, excellent bag at projectshop bloodbross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 7 pm,  i went to GBB, there was  Festival Sinema Perancis opening. mbak nia gimme an invitation. mas joko could not come. but i met john badalu, mas lalu, vino bastian, cathy, sigi. wanna meet  mbak mira, actually. but she went too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized my two nights staying in jakarta, i just got party all the time. my life is happier, it seems. but  when LES CHORISTES was screened,  i was very miserable and melancholy.  i hate to remember about him. please, please,  not at that time.&lt;br /&gt;i know i just want to meet him but i feel it was almost impossible, even to hope too.&lt;br /&gt;he has gone and i just realize it as my reality, my own reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cried and glaze at skylight,  jakarta view at night. i just began to love this city. maybe love can be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sixth day:&lt;br /&gt;woke up early in the morning cause my plane took off at 9. lonely but happier. and i know i will come back to this city, damn city.&lt;br /&gt;ngantuk berat. the end of the "siksaan lahir batin"day.&lt;br /&gt;with mandala, i went home.&lt;br /&gt;and now i am writing this line.&lt;br /&gt;exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111746841471039032?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111746841471039032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111746841471039032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111746841471039032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111746841471039032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/cest-passe_30.html' title='C&apos;est passe'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111746841250351137</id><published>2005-05-30T22:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:53:32.560+07:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est passe</title><content type='html'>Hello, what's up?&lt;br /&gt;I am up.&lt;br /&gt;beberapa hari ini bangun jam setengah sembilan setengah pagi. capek.&lt;br /&gt;kebiasaan buruk ini kembali setelah beberapa minggu ini dikebut kerjaan event yang gak berhenti-berhenti hingga tubuhku lemah tandas di bawah perbudakan modern bernama workaholic.&lt;br /&gt;dan aku sendiri nggak sempat menulis di sini karena aksesnya lambat banget dan I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in just a few days a lot of things happened and I think I would like to write my next novel than babysitting here and there trying to make use of my self. But I think I am deserved to indulge myself by browsing mall and cafe till my legs got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;And then, the story began:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told you before we had JANJI JONI event on Monday till Wednesday in 23-25 May. We prepared from Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;The first day: no crowd around TBY, everything was still in control, except our hear beat cause  we just gambled to get money from ticketing.&lt;br /&gt;In last minutes, mbak Nia phoned me that Nico would not come but Surya would come. I just feel shocked because we just prepared for 2 people in hotel and in transportation. so we got nervous on preparing transportation, LCD Projector, hotel, sponsor, etc. The worst thing happened, ie., the media from CLAS MILD didnt enclose our cosponsor. I just got angry, but what can we do? Conflict happened between marketing and media/art director.   a lot missunderstanding, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mbak Nia came and everything was  satisfied. thanks god, i almost lost everything. Mas Joko, mbak Nia and Surya were taken to Omah Dhuwur, having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up very morning cause there was press conference at 9. But I must wait for ita and alia. so we went to ibis together. Press conferece was late, and i just felt guilty. I almost got hopeless cause the journalists are alwyas late, b ut at that time, they came so hurrily and not late. All schedules were late. And the venue were packed with ABG. We can smile  a little. yeah,  a little bit expectation. Our volunteers worked hard and very excellent.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know about the discussion, i was too busy to fix a thing. But suppose, mbak Nia and friends were satisfied, very interactive, they told. thanks god. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third day:&lt;br /&gt;Everything run well, mbak Nia etc have came back to Jkt. So our burden was lighted. We just worked nothing too loose cause the tickets has been sold out a day before (only for noon screening there were not packed). thanks god, we ended up so gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fourth day and the beginning of the "siksaan lahir batin"&lt;br /&gt;i woke up  almost at 8.30 when anas woke me up and reminded me to send JANJI JONI film TODAY. Mbak Nia and Dina has reminded me cause the film will be sent to Sidney Film Fest.&lt;br /&gt;Anas went earlier to DHL.&lt;br /&gt;I got bath and hoped Anas will fix everything. But...................Guess,  saudara-saudara, what happened that day? The least expected happened.&lt;br /&gt;DHL could not send the film THAT DAY but promised the next day. I phoned FEdEx but the phone operator said,"telepon yang anda hubungi sedang tidak aktif...."&lt;br /&gt;So we left the chance and lay hopelessly....&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly anas made a "fatwa": berangkat ke jakarta ajah ya....daripada bayar DHL 1, 3 juta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was almost 11 and i acted like joni , running hurrily to insist and ordered a ticket but mas jon could not gimme. so i run lonely to airport without ticket and without expectation to get  a ticket to jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;it was like sinetron scene.&lt;br /&gt;i was at airport at 11.50 and the plane would take off at 12.40. bayang pun.&lt;br /&gt;i took JJ film which weighted almost 20,6 kg. i got lion air ticket worth 498 thousand. almost like garuda. what a hell. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i was in jakarta at 13.40. bloody tired and sleepy. i took off my baggage and stop fucking taxi, going to cipete (where is it? ) in the edge of jakarta, hell. we needed almost an hour to get there and the bawel driver asked me some unreasonable tips. god, give me any justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i found kalyana office and met mbak nia. what a surprise. "lah, kamu koq dah di sini..."&lt;br /&gt;homey office and friendly staff. helpful, rather. just talking with her and her staff 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;i went to salto,  meet mbak kiki. and god, my poor phonecell was full of date and appointment.&lt;br /&gt;mbak kiki and mas lalu were busy. i just spent 30 minutes there and going to plaza semanggi. hang out? god, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have appointment with alex to give him on/off. also mas faiz. where will i lay my head upon? alex promised to meet me at QB, there was mas eka book launching. so  a lot of people there. richard oh, djenar, lisa, ucu,  fenty, mas aris, dll.&lt;br /&gt;after that, i joint a very freak and uncivilised party with them. oh, god,  nggak penting banget.&lt;br /&gt;then, i got home at remdec, coming with mas faiz.&lt;br /&gt;5 th floor (lumayan olahraga),  without lift or escalator. tv, ac, and jakarta night view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fifth day:&lt;br /&gt;met bu silvi  and friends at remdec. going all alone to plaza indonesia. buying some clothes ( i didnt bring) at sogo. browsing at mango (not fit). and god, excellent bag at projectshop bloodbross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 7 pm,  i went to GBB, there was  Festival Sinema Perancis opening. mbak nia gimme an invitation. mas joko could not come. but i met john badalu, mas lalu, vino bastian, cathy, sigi. wanna meet  mbak mira, actually. but she went too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized my two nights staying in jakarta, i just got party all the time. my life is happier, it seems. but  when LES CHORISTES was screened,  i was very miserable and melancholy.  i hate to remember about him. please, please,  not at that time.&lt;br /&gt;i know i just want to meet him but i feel it was almost impossible, even to hope too.&lt;br /&gt;he has gone and i just realize it as my reality, my own reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cried and glaze at skylight,  jakarta view at night. i just began to love this city. maybe love can be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sixth day:&lt;br /&gt;woke up early in the morning cause my plane took off at 9. lonely but happier. and i know i will come back to this city, damn city.&lt;br /&gt;ngantuk berat. the end of the "siksaan lahir batin"day.&lt;br /&gt;with mandala, i went home.&lt;br /&gt;and now i am writing this line.&lt;br /&gt;exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111746841250351137?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111746841250351137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111746841250351137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111746841250351137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111746841250351137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/cest-passe.html' title='C&apos;est passe'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111699381576056897</id><published>2005-05-25T10:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T11:03:35.776+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Young Woman</title><content type='html'>Lagi sering marah-marah. Kata Abib, penyebabnya adalah sebagai berikut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sering ngurus artis.&lt;br /&gt;Dulu nggak. Sekarang phonebooknya penuh dengan nama-nama "besar", orang-orang Jakarta yang muncul di infotainment-infotainment, yang mesti diantarin dan di-manage ke sana kemari.&lt;br /&gt;Dan harus tersenyum di depan mereka. (Namanya juga mental PR)&lt;br /&gt;Harus menerima telpon, mengirim fax dan email tentang artis ini syuting, artis itu sibuk kuliah, nggak bisa datang, pesawatnya gimana, hotelnya dah dibooking, jadwalnya dah fixed belum, filmnya mau dibawa ke Sidney, ohhh, dia akan ke New York, ada NY Film Festival, belanja ke MIrota BAtik, dan lain-lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sering bertemu partner kerja yang nggak punya sense of crisis&lt;br /&gt;Atau aku yang sering gugup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mungkin takut gagal, takut sakit, takut nggak memuaskan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin benar, rekomendasi Nino, mesti ke Hugos kalee....................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111699381576056897?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111699381576056897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111699381576056897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111699381576056897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111699381576056897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/angry-young-woman.html' title='Angry Young Woman'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111674940600478308</id><published>2005-05-22T15:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T15:10:06.010+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Moody Sunday</title><content type='html'>Baru aja baca artikel di  JP tentang Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;Alamak! Bapak satu itu mau melawan EMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ya, dan last night, I dreamt about him.&lt;br /&gt;setelah lama tidak. entah dapat ide darimana.&lt;br /&gt;tapi in the last 2 days, he came instantly and i didnt know why and how it came to be.&lt;br /&gt;Dan ya gitu deh,&lt;br /&gt;aku berpikir, ini semua terjadi karena wishful thinking -ku ajah kali.&lt;br /&gt;hantu yang tak pantas lagi dipercayai.&lt;br /&gt;tapi entahlah.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i just dont want to be stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111674940600478308?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111674940600478308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111674940600478308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111674940600478308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111674940600478308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunday-moody-sunday.html' title='Sunday Moody Sunday'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111648883192683850</id><published>2005-05-19T14:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T14:47:11.986+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything</title><content type='html'>Tadi malam mimpi buruk sekali.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hari ini tak seburuk mimpi semalam.&lt;br /&gt;Dimulai dari bermalas-malasan di rumah (feel like heaven.........)&lt;br /&gt;trus mulai membaca To Kill A Mocking Birdnya Harper Lee dan segera keluar:telepon catering, booking hotel, menyelesaikan laporan-laporan keuangan, bikin invoice, ke bank, dan akhirnya.............agak bernafas dengan lega.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin hari ini harus membagi-bagi tiket dan besok memastikan bahwa semuanya agak tersebar.&lt;br /&gt;Poster belum nampak, tapi billboardnya sudah.&lt;br /&gt;Nggak tau anak-anak lain, aku memilih mind my own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan soal my draft, dah banyak yang membahas dan ngasih masukan, seperti onie dan ramses.&lt;br /&gt;agak pahit sih, tapi ada sisi positifnya koq. jadi take no offense-lah.&lt;br /&gt;namanya juga belajar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111648883192683850?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111648883192683850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111648883192683850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111648883192683850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111648883192683850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/anything.html' title='Anything'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111638656361631080</id><published>2005-05-18T10:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T10:22:43.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'>JANJI JONI</title><content type='html'>JANJI JONI will come to Jogja@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENIN-RABU, 23-25 MEI 2005jam 13.00/15.00/19.00&lt;br /&gt;extra for SELASA, 24/05, jam 10.00/13.00/15.00/19.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAMAN BUDAYA YOGYAKARTA/SOCIETED&lt;br /&gt;Jl. Sriwedani 01 Yogyakarta&lt;br /&gt;Meet and Talk with Nia diNata (producer), Joko Anwar (Director), and star (confirmed).&lt;br /&gt;Ticket available:&lt;br /&gt;1. ticket box&lt;br /&gt;2. hotline: 0817-941-5247&lt;br /&gt;3. Mailbox distro (Friday onward)&lt;br /&gt;4. Radio Swaragama (Friday onward)&lt;br /&gt;Cheap! Only IDR 7.500.&lt;br /&gt;JANJI JONI screening is organized by LOVE REACTOR in cooperation with CLAS MILD, OMAH DHUWUR, SOBO, MOVIEBOX, MAILBOX, POPSTAR WANNABE', SWARAGAMA, GERONIMO, FEMALE,ELTIRA.&lt;br /&gt;News can be updated through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.janjijoni.com"&gt;www.janjijoni.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAMBORS Rasisonia&lt;br /&gt;Kedaulatan Rakyat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111638656361631080?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111638656361631080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111638656361631080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111638656361631080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111638656361631080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/janji-joni.html' title='JANJI JONI'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111635669438322783</id><published>2005-05-18T01:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T02:04:54.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy index 14:Blue biru</title><content type='html'>Semoga ini judul yang pantas. &lt;br /&gt;Soale sebenarnya aku ngambil judul itu dari sebuah friendster temen. Entah apa artinya, tapi aku pengen ajah pake itu. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, kembali ke warna biru tadi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini Na datang lagi ke tempat itu, sebuah rumah dengan catnya yang biru blue, dengan meja-meja berwarna hitam, dan vas-vas ungu memanjang. Sepertinya Na pernah di situ ya. Bersama seseorang --atau mungkin beberapa orang. &lt;br /&gt;Dan Na datang ke situ dan hampir lupa bagaimana membuka pintu itu --didorong atau ditarik. soalnya tidak ada tanda di pintu kaca itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Na bertemu dengan seseorang yang telah lama tak bertemu. Seorang teman yang dulu selalu saja menjadi teman dekat, bersama, dalam tidur maupun dalam kerja. Dia di situ, terduduk dalam lagu. &lt;br /&gt;Dia begitu pucat dan telah berubah ribuan kali. Mengapa dia tampak lebih kurus? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari itu, seseorang itu tampak layu, tidak bercahaya, tidak seperti matahari senja yang terpancar dalam tirai-tirai air yang selalu Na suka. &lt;br /&gt;Air itu, masih saja membiaskan aura yang sama. Hijau daun dan putih neon terpancar dari butiran-butirannya. &lt;br /&gt;Itu senja yang kesekian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau perhatikan, ruang itu memang masih saja sama. Rak-rak hitam, buku-buku dengan covernya yang berwarna sian, majalah-majalah baru, kue-kue dengan tatakan berwarna bening, berbagai macam pengumuman event. &lt;br /&gt;Dan seseorang itu tampak begitu asing di sana. Ia tampak tidak cantik, tidak seperti yang biasa Na kenal. Baju hijau yang biasanya pas untuk tubuh mungilnya tiba-tiba serasa menegaskan kesakitannya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, dia sakit tanatophobia, dia bercerita. Apakah itu? Na saja belum pernah mendengarnya. Dan seseorang itu bercerita tentang apapun. Dia orang yang sempurna, anyway. Tidak seperti Na. TEtapi Na sudah lama jengah dengan kata sempurna. Na tidak suka kesempurnaan. DAn seseorang itu begitu sempurna. &lt;br /&gt;Cantik, pintar, karir menjanjikan, masa depan tak perlu digelisahkan, punya keluarga, punya pacar, IP 3 sekian, TOEFL di atas 500, siap menerima beasiswa, gaji sebulan 3-6 juta, masih bersama orang tua. Kurang apa lagi? &lt;br /&gt;Dan Na, compare to yourself. BEtapa her life is deserved to be thanked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi senja itu, di tempat biru itu, dengan tangis tertahan, dia mengatakan, aku mengalami tanatophobia (semoga tulisannya benar ya...), sebuah penyakit yang membuat orang ketakutan pada kematian, pada kehilangan, merasa dirinya hendak mati, tapi ketakutan yang eksesif. &lt;br /&gt;Dia membawa satu map artikel-artikel tentang penyakit itu, dan 20 pil penenang bernama stablon atau semacam itu, cerita tentang terapi bersama seorang psikiater, dan ketakutan-ketakutan yang bagi Na dan majalah-majalah perempuan disebut, quarter life crisis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dia bilang, tentu saja tidak sekadar quarter life crisis, karena dia memiliki segalanya untuk hidup, segalanya, hingga tiada lagi yang kurang, yang tidak lengkap. Dan dia seperti akan mati setiap kali dia terbang (bulan depan akan ke Ternate bersama tim UNDP, dan dia mengalami flying phobia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Na, cerita dan tangisan dia lebih membuatmu tak berdaya dan barangkali, bersyukur. Ketidaksempurnaanmu membuatmu bahagia,karena setidaknya kamu masih ingin hidup, masih ingin kursus bahasa Perancis atau Jerman, mengejar karir hingga titik di mana kamu bosan, bermain bersama teman-teman, nongkrong di tempat-tempat paling hip, belanja-belanji di mal-mal hingga tabungan jebol, dan bertemu dengan orang-orang aneh. Meski gajimu tidak 6  juta, meski kamu tidak punya pacar, meski hubunganmu dengan orang tua tidak selalu baik-baik saja, meski masa depanmu tidak jelas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, mungkin ini kebahagiaan yang rapuh, kebahagiaan yang begitu mudah pecah, yang kamu sendiri nggak pernah yakin bahwa inilah hidupmu. Tapi mungkin kamu harus bersyukur karena kau masih melihat tiara air di atas kepalamu itu sebagai sesuatu yang indah dan pantas dikenang, senja itu masih membiaskan sesuatu, masih menyisakan bayangan seseorang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, sungguh, mungkin kau harus menuliskan ini karena kamu selalu tahu bahwa kau tak bisa berbuat apa-apa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEtelah itu, Na mengajak seseorang itu ke sebuah distro, tempat anak-anak zaman sekarang berdandan dan membedaki diri, memberi lipstik pada kegemangan dunia fashionnya sendiri. Na, mereka tidak mau didikte oleh perusahan fashion. &lt;br /&gt;Dan temanmu bisa tertawa lagi, meski mungkin masih sementara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, kau baik-baik saja kan? CArilah di internet tentang tanatophobia dan sudahlah, kau harus merukunkan diri dengan banyak hal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111635669438322783?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111635669438322783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111635669438322783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111635669438322783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111635669438322783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/gloomy-index-14blue-biru.html' title='Gloomy index 14:Blue biru'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111599553054462475</id><published>2005-05-13T21:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:45:30.553+07:00</updated><title type='text'>like an ordinary day</title><content type='html'>Like an ordinary day,&lt;br /&gt;belum mandi, baru saja rapat, telepon, fax, menjernihkan banyak hal dan seperti biasa pula: pelupa, tak terorganisir,  agak ngawur, emosional, hampir nangis, dan lain sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalau mau menyikapi sebagai hal yang harus  dihadapi, seharusnya sih emang biasa saja.&lt;br /&gt;gimana lagi? risiko kan..........&lt;br /&gt;tapi jadi hampir2 tak punya waktu untuk diri-sendiri&lt;br /&gt;rencanaku pulang, tapi rapatnya ampe malam dan harus bikin banyak hal&lt;br /&gt;besok juga dah digeber dari pagi.&lt;br /&gt;padahal besok hari sabtu, pengen istirahat, segala macam.&lt;br /&gt;tapi bagaimana mungkin???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasanya jadi cemburu ama orang-orang lain yang punya leisure time ya.&lt;br /&gt;koq mereka bisa&lt;br /&gt;bertemu dengan orang2 rumah, baca2 buku dan nonton tv&lt;br /&gt;rasanya itu hampir2 romantis untukku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, want to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;take a break, please.&lt;br /&gt;(hari ini saya dan si hantu kadang kotak-kotak, sedang rekonsiliasi. sejak semalam sih. sepertinya itu rencana yang bagus. meski tidak akan pernah lebih luluh dari sebelum-sebelumnya.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111599553054462475?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111599553054462475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111599553054462475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111599553054462475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111599553054462475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/like-ordinary-day.html' title='like an ordinary day'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111591686910627032</id><published>2005-05-12T23:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T23:54:29.113+07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday is monday</title><content type='html'>kayaknya tadi siang nggak ngapa-ngapain ya nek,&lt;br /&gt;tapi sore dah stress lagi&lt;br /&gt;rasanya kayak dinaikin trus dijatuhin lagi&lt;br /&gt;rasanya sakit banget&lt;br /&gt;dan gara-garanya agak sepele&lt;br /&gt;maksudku,  penting sih tapi nggak gitu esensial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mbak wheni tiba-tiba telepon dan karena dia salah tanggal, kita nggak dapat kamar di santika&lt;br /&gt;hari senin itu karena dah penuh&lt;br /&gt;jadi aku bingung gimana ya&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya nelepon mbak mieke tapi orangnya nggak ada&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku akhirnya bisa booking ke hotel iblis...ehhhh..hotel ibis. dua kamar.&lt;br /&gt;gak lega, tapi besok mo nyoba ke novotel ama mercure kali&lt;br /&gt;atau ketemu mbak risna jogja plaza&lt;br /&gt;tadi dah ditelepon tapi nggak da&lt;br /&gt;pusing abis.&lt;br /&gt;dah gitu marketing gak tau pada kemana&lt;br /&gt;aku jadi pusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malam ini vero capek karena habis itu ke sadar, harus burning cd dan besok ketemu sponsor&lt;br /&gt;tapi mas mumu sms aku untuk bikin budgeting&lt;br /&gt;ngobrol ma dodi dan mas mumu&lt;br /&gt;trus mandi&lt;br /&gt;dan sekarang mo bikin budgeting.&lt;br /&gt;terimakasih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111591686910627032?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111591686910627032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111591686910627032' 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tentang seseorang yang lain kepadaku beberapa hari ini&lt;br /&gt;dan aku memandangnya dengan sangat aneh&lt;br /&gt;selama ini kami jarang membicarakan seseorang itu&lt;br /&gt;dan juga untuk apa&lt;br /&gt;tidak penting sama sekali&lt;br /&gt;tetapi mengapa dia mengulang nama seseorang itu berkali-kali hingga aku merasa&lt;br /&gt;ohh, it's very strange. &lt;br /&gt;dan bagiku itu aneh. &lt;br /&gt;apa maksudnya, untuk apa, apakah dia cukup penting dan relevan dengan kehidupanku dan seorang teman itu.&lt;br /&gt;dan untuk apa mengulang-ulang di depanku secara agak obsesif. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini aku hanya membuat proposal tambahan dan ke tempat anas, ngrampungin kerja2 marketing. malah curhat ma ibuk. &lt;br /&gt;besok harus:&lt;br /&gt;1. menelepon djarum&lt;br /&gt;2. siapin kontrak untuk omah dhuwur dan santika&lt;br /&gt;3. ngambil logo2 perusahaan tersebut&lt;br /&gt;4. telepon mbak dewi untuk catering&lt;br /&gt;5. tempelin pengumuman volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku nulis ini supaya nggak lupa. aku gampang pelupa. &lt;br /&gt;tapi hari ini agak menjengkelkan karena email di yahoo susah kebuka, hingga detik ini. jadi nggak bisa masuk ke hotmail dan emailku. dan ada 85 messages di sana. how come? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sore, i have coffee with jessica at togamas, but actually i drank yogurth. good for bone. &lt;br /&gt;chitchat and pretending to learn english. just move the class. &lt;br /&gt;but i got some interesting batak books. so sorry i just find it now. too late. &lt;br /&gt;but i bought one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah ngopi2 dan nongkrong2 serta shopping-shopping, rapat di kantor, hingga beberapa menit yang lalu. sooooo complicated. sooooo hard. tapi bagaimana lagi? tidak semua hal membuatku senang kan? &lt;br /&gt;anyway, mas onie dan ramses dah baca draftku. mas onie bilang, enak dibaca (dan perlu??) dan keren. kata ramses, eksebisionis dan konsumtif, belum menciptakan sesuatu. &lt;br /&gt;emang sih aku sadar banget. bikin karakter kan susah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya udah, namanya juga belajar. kan tambah masukan lagi. &lt;br /&gt;btw aku dah ngantuk. remind me to do my list tomorrow. ok.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111583513142931207?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111583513142931207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111583513142931207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111583513142931207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111583513142931207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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For our next project, JANJI JONI LAUNCHING, Love Reactor benar-benar membutuhkanmu untuk menjadi bagian dari kita: mengelola event, bekerja keras dengan berbagai orang, dari berbagai latar belakang, dan bertemu dengan orang-orang penting dalam industri film Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you:&lt;br /&gt;-ages between 18-24 tahun (we fight against children trafficking!)&lt;br /&gt;-student alias mahasiswa&lt;br /&gt;-film buff and or film slave&lt;br /&gt;-have a very strong courage and motivation on film industry&lt;br /&gt;-mau bekerja 3 hari penuh secara SUKARELA untuk film JANJI JONI (dan selanjutnya) without any financial commitment, so far (dijadwalkan tanggal 23-25 Mei 2005)&lt;br /&gt;-have a generous heart to work voluntary&lt;br /&gt;-tinggal di Jogja dan sekitarnya (DIY resident)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just send your resume, CV, and photo (passport size) not more than 2 pages, not later than Saturday, 14 May 2005, midnight!, to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:lovereactor@hotmail.com"&gt;lovereactor@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cc: &lt;a href="mailto:vero@insist.or.id"&gt;vero@insist.or.id&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only shortlisted candidates will be notified.&lt;br /&gt;Please, no phone inquiries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;Love Reactor has an equal opportunity for all employer. We respect all race, all gender, all religion, and any differentiation on sex orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resume berisi opini, pendapat, keyakinan, alasan, ideologi, dan intimidasi mengapa kami harus memilihmu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111578013763857631?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111578013763857631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111578013763857631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111578013763857631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111578013763857631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/god-love-reactor-really-needs-you.html' title='GOD, LOVE REACTOR REALLY NEEDS YOU!'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111573437923864228</id><published>2005-05-10T21:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:12:59.250+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Young Men...</title><content type='html'>Perang telah dimulai. entah karena persoalan apa.&lt;br /&gt;sesungguhnya aku bukan penggusar&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku nggak mau kalah dalam masalah prinsip&lt;br /&gt;aku bisa berkata tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaf ya,&lt;br /&gt;aku toh punya hidupku sendiri&lt;br /&gt;dan dia tak punya hak untuk mencampurinya&lt;br /&gt;atas alasan apapun&lt;br /&gt;dan demi apapun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111573437923864228?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111573437923864228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111573437923864228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111573437923864228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111573437923864228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/angry-young-men.html' title='Angry Young Men...'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111572710229383114</id><published>2005-05-10T19:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T19:11:42.473+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard life, anyway</title><content type='html'>Hari ini nglembur lagi, setelah semalam juga. Kemaren baru balik dari SBY  juga langsung ngedit. apa maksudnya? capek.&lt;br /&gt;tadi rapat love reactor. akhirnya semuanya agak fixed. cuma sponsor besar ajah dan kebetulan aku dan dew2 yang pegang. berdoa ajah deh bisa dapet cash money.&lt;br /&gt;santika dah asik. mbak wheni top abis deh.&lt;br /&gt;trus nunggu konfirmasi mbak indrie ajah untuk dinner.&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku mesti ngurus hal-hal kecil dan detail yang menurutku agak sulit aku lakukan.&lt;br /&gt;bagaimanapun,  aku sulit to deal with detail. gimana lagi?&lt;br /&gt;tapi berusaha deh, daripada repot ngurusin yang lain2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi sebenarnya aku pengen break.&lt;br /&gt;pengen nyelesaian skripsi, trus ke jakarta&lt;br /&gt;di goethe&lt;br /&gt;soal jiffest,  gak tau neeh,  ragu aku.&lt;br /&gt;kecuali aku ma john atau gimana gitu.&lt;br /&gt;repot deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw jadi sedih deh&lt;br /&gt;pengen segera lari dan memulai hidup baru&lt;br /&gt;tentu saja ini nggak berhubungan dengan kabar dari mbah kemaren&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku hanya ngejar pembuktian ajah, kalo gw pun bisa&lt;br /&gt;entahlah,&lt;br /&gt;ntar aku nulis lagi&lt;br /&gt;aku harus ngerjain banyak hal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111572710229383114?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111572710229383114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111572710229383114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111572710229383114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111572710229383114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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got confused. it was really a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;i made a phonecall to mbak nia, to make sure that she will adjust her schedule. but mbak nia didnt reply it so soon that made me on desperate situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to station in hurry and difficult situation.&lt;br /&gt;and i got there by 3.15 pm, waiting sancaka train going east at 4 pm. my first not well planned travelling. aimless and purposeless. but i just go by.&lt;br /&gt;i was very tired and defeated.&lt;br /&gt;mbah has just called me, asking when i got there. and i just really feel apreciated. they are soooooo caring. it just made me feel touchy hiks, hiks. still the best of mine.i went by train when the sun sets in the west and its light dripped on the glass, biased like lamp, like shadow, forming any silhoutte.&lt;br /&gt;damn, this memory struck me. again.&lt;br /&gt;it took a long time until i found again my loveliest city, sitting there on a distance, so calm, and the citylights ray me, so sudden.&lt;br /&gt;mas onie has arranged my arrival and i supposed he is a friend in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gubeng. at last. c'est la vie. dan i was coming again, trying to be tough in this memorable and burried city, under a lot of memory and rememberance.&lt;br /&gt;mbah took me to unair. and i met mas onie, ocha the bola bekel. then we went to the different part but still the same area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really miss this city. the same atmosphere (cooler....), the same friendliness, the same warm regard, the same love and caring.&lt;br /&gt;we just spent our time talking, chit chat a lot of things, but i found a new thing. a lot, i think.&lt;br /&gt;we just planned to hugos, but after visiting mbak ita house, we just took around and came home to kenjeran, to mas onie room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just continued chit chat, discussing about tomorrow, about my draft, about l'homme from SBY who made me sick of and fond of the city ( honestly, i feel a little bit wounded coming there). we got sleep at 4 pm and woke up in the middle of sunday noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mbah and ocha came home first.&lt;br /&gt;i went to rotten apple with mas onie. nice. like mailbox. new distro, i think. not to complete but i found ps there. my teenage independen record idol. also janji joni and cas posters. cool.&lt;br /&gt;the collection didnt fit my taste so we went to subway, met several people. gntr friends. and i found a very nice red tshirt. unfortunately, it was not mine he.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went tp, ocha and mbah shopped at matahari, i tried to find some films at dicstarra but found nothing. then we went to MANGO, at lower groung. goshhh, very chic. I am just MANGO addict. I and Ocha planned to write chicklit called Tipuan Mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After then, we spent time drinking coffee at Excelco while making some serious discussion and remark. the most i love about SBY. we just sat there till 4.15 when hurrily we run to the station, trying to grab mutiara selatan at 4.35 and we got there at 4.33. i tought it was a very very dramatic scene like on tv/commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought the ticket even without thinking how many much money i gave to ticket seller. and i lost 20 coz i didnt say that i stopped by at jogja, not going to BDG. and everybody tended to speak sundanese all along the train. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said goodby to them and i was very sad. hiks, hiks, hiks,................&lt;br /&gt;god, it's my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realize how much i suffer obsessive compulsive. but now, i am very up. I feel relax. I know I just keep living, no matter what kinda of situation i must cope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111562810428155632?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111562810428155632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111562810428155632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111562810428155632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111562810428155632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/sby-blues.html' title='SBY blues!'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111557147573927505</id><published>2005-05-08T23:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:57:55.743+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy days</title><content type='html'>You're happy with yourself. You always have been, and there's no reason to think you won't continue to be. You have, however, been thinking about introducing a new and improved version of yourself to the world. The thing is, you'll have to create this person before you throw their coming-out bash. Believe it or not, that's the easy part. It's deciding to do it that takes the real work. Now all you need is a legal pad and a bit of that famous perseverance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111557147573927505?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111557147573927505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111557147573927505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111557147573927505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111557147573927505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-days.html' title='Happy days'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111544804803954857</id><published>2005-05-07T13:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T13:40:48.046+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>hari yang burukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;tby penuh semua.&lt;br /&gt;aduhhhhhhhhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;padahal dah nego.&lt;br /&gt;dan bangun kesiangan.&lt;br /&gt;mbak nia nggak mau naek lion&lt;br /&gt;jadwal nggak pasti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari yang burukkkkkkk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111544804803954857?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111544804803954857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111544804803954857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111544804803954857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111544804803954857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/bad-day.html' title='Bad day'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111529389707538732</id><published>2005-05-05T18:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T18:51:37.410+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Padi?????? Is it a band or a brand?</title><content type='html'>Aku lagi menulis ini ketika hujan barusan membasahi jogja&lt;br /&gt;dan aku kehujanan, dan aku dengerin padi.&lt;br /&gt;dah lama tidak.&lt;br /&gt;tadi pas lewat bulletin, aku juga denger padi.&lt;br /&gt;album baru.&lt;br /&gt;rasanya pengen pulang ya.&lt;br /&gt;pulang ke rumahmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw hari ini aku bangun siang,&lt;br /&gt;aku lupa kalau hari ini harus bangun pagi dan ke gereja&lt;br /&gt;karena tuhan naik ke surga&lt;br /&gt;dan aku ke gereja&lt;br /&gt;jam setengah lima&lt;br /&gt;misanya bikin ngantuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi makan-makan di galih&lt;br /&gt;ama anak-anak&lt;br /&gt;sekaligus rapat untuk janji joni&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya aku mendapat posisi yang enak&lt;br /&gt;keuangan&lt;br /&gt;nggak gitu repot deh.&lt;br /&gt;bersyukur banget.&lt;br /&gt;anak2 pada datang semua&lt;br /&gt;love reactor masa depan hhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sekadar capek dan gak bisa istirahat&lt;br /&gt;bram meneleponku&lt;br /&gt;dan aku merasa itu terlambat&lt;br /&gt;karena tadi malam aku dah meneleponnya dan dia nggak datang&lt;br /&gt;ya sudah, kan&lt;br /&gt;jadwalku penuh, maaf&lt;br /&gt;bukannya aku jahat dan tak mau membantumu&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku capek&lt;br /&gt;understand?&lt;br /&gt;tadi malam olsy meng-sms ku juga.&lt;br /&gt;dan ngajak ngobrol ampe jam 3 pagi&lt;br /&gt;sama alia&lt;br /&gt;dan sumpah, aku tuh dah ngantukkkkkkkkkkkk banget dan susah konsen&lt;br /&gt;dan dia memintaku jadi PR-nya&lt;br /&gt;aduhhhhhhhhhhhh. aku nggak berpengalaman di kapitalisasi produksi film.&lt;br /&gt;gimana ya?&lt;br /&gt;apa aku mampu?&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak cukup punya energi.&lt;br /&gt;tubuhku cuma satu&lt;br /&gt;dan tanganku hanya dua&lt;br /&gt;aku juga manusia kan?&lt;br /&gt;aku jadi agak pesimis soal kepergianku sabtu itu&lt;br /&gt;soale aku dah capek banget, mesti ngurusin banyak hal&lt;br /&gt;dan tuhan aku lupa,&lt;br /&gt;aku janjian ama mbak indri omah dhuwur untuk nganterin konsep acara&lt;br /&gt;tapi besok aja ma mono kali&lt;br /&gt;soale aku belum print. maaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lioni ngirim friendster.&lt;br /&gt;mbaknya itu ternyata gloomy banget ya.&lt;br /&gt;kayak thom yorke.&lt;br /&gt;aku jadi ikut sedih.&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku emang sudah sedih.&lt;br /&gt;jadi sedih ajah...........&lt;br /&gt;keingetan dia&lt;br /&gt;aku dah cek jadwal bioskop&lt;br /&gt;dan itu bikin aku keingetan dia&lt;br /&gt;aduhhhh, aku jadi nggak punya temen nonton neeh&lt;br /&gt;padahal aku pengen nonton&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalo sendirian, kayaknya aneh banget.&lt;br /&gt;di kota yang tak kukenal.&lt;br /&gt;tapi nekad ajah kali ya..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gak tau deh,&lt;br /&gt;semoga sluruh kenangan itu tidak mengepungku. tidak membuatku menangis dan cengeng&lt;br /&gt;aku hanya pengen ngobrol2 dan ketemu temen2&lt;br /&gt;nggak pengen dugem&lt;br /&gt;capek ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau ziarah,&lt;br /&gt;but please stop this stupid feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111529389707538732?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111529389707538732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111529389707538732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111529389707538732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111529389707538732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/padi-is-it-band-or-brand.html' title='Padi?????? Is it a band or a brand?'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111513269351105950</id><published>2005-05-03T21:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:04:53.513+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed</title><content type='html'>tadi malem,&lt;br /&gt;gw tuh inget banget bagaimana kamu dulu&lt;br /&gt;wajah layumu, rambut legammu dan tawamu yang garing&lt;br /&gt;ehhh, rasanya kamu masih di tempat itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan hari ini dewa nyanyi kangen trruss.&lt;br /&gt;terasa agak norak.&lt;br /&gt;tapi sumpah, tadi malam aku tuh inget banget ama kamu&lt;br /&gt;that's why aku akan pulang&lt;br /&gt;aku akan pulang padamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku selalu merasa&lt;br /&gt;aku tak pernah bisa membuatmu mencintaiku&lt;br /&gt;even i do everything&lt;br /&gt;dan itu nggak hanya berlaku untukmu&lt;br /&gt;juga orang lain&lt;br /&gt;aku tak pernah lagi bisa membuat seseorang mencintaiku&lt;br /&gt;tak pernah lagi&lt;br /&gt;tak bisa lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan mungkin aku orangnya pasrah banget ya&lt;br /&gt;mampus&lt;br /&gt;nggak mau fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku nggak mau bersikap bodoh lagi&lt;br /&gt;aku nggak akan bertindak bodoh lagi&lt;br /&gt;jadi biarkan semuanya seperti ini&lt;br /&gt;even nobody loves me as everybody loved me in my past time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudahlah&lt;br /&gt;nggak apa-apa&lt;br /&gt;meski bayangmu mengepungku&lt;br /&gt;dan aku serasa nggak berdaya di tengah seluruh kegetiran ini&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku dah memutuskan&lt;br /&gt;dan aku tak mau bertindak bodoh&lt;br /&gt;dan aku bukan perempuan bodoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamu pasti nggak disitu,&lt;br /&gt;bukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pulang&lt;br /&gt;sabtu pagi&lt;br /&gt;dengan kereta terpagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku akan baik-baik saja&lt;br /&gt;karena aku selalu begitu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111513269351105950?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111513269351105950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111513269351105950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111513269351105950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111513269351105950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/crushed.html' title='Crushed'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111513219749816092</id><published>2005-05-03T21:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T21:56:37.500+07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Women, please) dont cry</title><content type='html'>Last night, I cried again&lt;br /&gt;for the reason I didnt know yet&lt;br /&gt;seems so complicated and mixed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I know I am just melancholic&lt;br /&gt;Not too much unhappy&lt;br /&gt;but bloody,&lt;br /&gt;i really want to know where he is&lt;br /&gt;and how&lt;br /&gt;just to ease my pain&lt;br /&gt;my own pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am powerless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111513219749816092?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111513219749816092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111513219749816092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111513219749816092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111513219749816092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/women-please-dont-cry.html' title='(Women, please) dont cry'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111512557126091410</id><published>2005-05-03T19:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T20:06:11.263+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need Pocari sweat</title><content type='html'>Kesalahan yang terus diulang: keliling kota Jogja yang sangat amat panas, bersepeda motor, harus presentasi yang manis-manis, karena membawa proposal, dan tidak membawa air mineral atau semacam Pocari Sweat. Bayangin aja dari Sudirman, Malioboro, Coca-cola di Ringroad barat sana, trus Jl. Kaliurang km 10. &lt;br /&gt;Serasa keliling kota kan???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan hari ini, aku berpikir bahwa aku bisa pulang dan tidur dengan benar. tetapi mas Mumu sms bahwa ada rapat jam 8 malam. dan sebelumnya aku nongkrong di lorkali lounge setelah telepon yang menghabiskan hampir 50 ribu untuk membahas persoalan yang sangat menyebalkan dengan seseorang. Padahal tadi ketemu. &lt;br /&gt;Kata Anas, ini cobaan. Ihhh..arrh.Tapi orang satu itu memang benar-benar reaksioner dan telah merugikan perusahaan.. maksudku, Love Reactor karena gara-gara dia seluruh klien mem-black list kita. Udah gitu, dia malah tidak mau mengakui kesalahan justru marah-marah ama orang lain. Dan aku sungguh-sungguh tidak mengerti. It seems like that she is suffering hipokondria or a kind of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal aku orang yang sangat moderat dan aku tadi pun berbicara dengan sangat lunak, sangat moderat, sangat tidak menyinggung, dan sangat tidak to the point hanya untuk menjaga supaya segalanya tidak turn worse. Tapi ya sudahlah, kalau memang harus dihadapi, bagaimana lagi??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi secara profesional, hari ini aku bahagia. Apa maskudnya ya? Hari ini mulai berjuang lagi, mulai bekerja marketing lagi, dan menurutku itu tantangan ajah. Enak gitu mengenal orang baru dan membujuknya untuk mendukung kita he.........&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini kita ke Santika, ke Garuda, ke Ibis, ke Coca-cola, ke Djarum, Galih dan Jawa Pos. Masih ada yang tersisa,yakni Jogja Plaza. Habis lupa sih. Tapi biar Alia ajah ntar yang masukin. Oh, ya, sama Omah dhuwur, belum dimasukin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, aku besok akan ke sana. Semoga ya bisa. Habis sebenarnya jauhh banget sih. Tapi ya demi JANJI JONI hiks, hiks, mengharukan betul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, aku dah ditelepon mas mumu neeh. Rapat dah mau dimulai kayaknya. Dah ya. ntar diterusin lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I have planned my weekend. Just take sabbatical leave. Aku dah booking orang dan dia dah ngajak dugem. Ihhh, aku ke sana kan bukan untuk dugem. Ada deh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw mas mumu barusan datang di depanku dan bilang, rapatnya besok ajah ya...... &lt;br /&gt;ARghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Apa maksudnya? &lt;br /&gt;Uhh, mau pulang dah nggak jadi. Pusing gw.Ngerti gitu gw nongkrong ajah di lounge itu. Kayaknya sekarang lebih keren. DAn musiknya lebih educated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111512557126091410?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111512557126091410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111512557126091410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111512557126091410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111512557126091410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-need-pocari-sweat.html' title='I need Pocari sweat'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111497247539863226</id><published>2005-05-02T01:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T01:34:35.400+07:00</updated><title type='text'>that's the way i feel</title><content type='html'>belum tidur.&lt;br /&gt;mesti ngrampungin proposal janji joni&lt;br /&gt;gak tau deh, maksimal pa gak&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku sebenernya tersiksa neeh.&lt;br /&gt;entah apa.&lt;br /&gt;mungkin karena hidup nggak terorganizir ajah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi agak berdebar2 soale novelku dah hampir jadi&lt;br /&gt;dan beginilah&lt;br /&gt;aku mengalami krisis yang mungkin dialami penulis2 lain juga&lt;br /&gt;ie takut dibantai dan karyaku dianggap sampah&lt;br /&gt;meski itu hal yang wajar&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku memang nggak pede banget ngajuin itu&lt;br /&gt;meski rintangan pertama dah kelar&lt;br /&gt;gimana ya kalo nggak diterima?&lt;br /&gt;atau entahlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pokoke aneh banget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111497247539863226?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111497247539863226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111497247539863226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111497247539863226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111497247539863226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/05/thats-way-i-feel.html' title='that&apos;s the way i feel'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111483787489949726</id><published>2005-04-30T12:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T12:11:14.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recover my life..</title><content type='html'>I am falling in love with gay guy! wha...kak...kak.&lt;br /&gt;I am not serious actually.&lt;br /&gt;But now I have a lot of gay friends.&lt;br /&gt;and I think, they are so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I will tell you my friend's big happy gay family. Can you imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;Arghh... too funny and to bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw maybe i will go to surabaya and malang, i need a little bit travelling and meet some peoples.&lt;br /&gt;even i have job in next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;i just can make it up.&lt;br /&gt;i am up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111483787489949726?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111483787489949726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111483787489949726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111483787489949726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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seorang perempuan dengan suaranya yang urban meneleponku dan bilang,&lt;br /&gt;"hallo vero, saya nia dinata. saya dapat nomor teleponmu dari john badalu.&lt;br /&gt;kamu tau janji joni kan?&lt;br /&gt;kamu mau nggak promoin itu di jogja?&lt;br /&gt;iya, sebelum tanggal 24 mei ya,&lt;br /&gt;nico ada ujian tanggal 24."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"he said so many good things tentang kalian...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh,&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana aku bisa istirahat? ngerjain skripsi supaya bisa cepat lulus? atau sekadar jalan-jalan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi bagaimana mungkin aku menolak janji joni?&lt;br /&gt;itu bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi besok sore rapat lagi&lt;br /&gt;setelah kemaren rapat.&lt;br /&gt;emang enak???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi di cafe koq. males di rumah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111475676442353522?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111475676442353522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111475676442353522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111475676442353522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111475676442353522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/pms.html' title='pms'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111459471800586974</id><published>2005-04-27T16:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T16:38:38.006+07:00</updated><title type='text'>no way out</title><content type='html'>iye, gimana ada jalan keluar&lt;br /&gt;tadi pagi2 dah disms si barrie2&lt;br /&gt;gw telat ngirim budgetingnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaf, kan capek.&lt;br /&gt;hari ini, pengen nulis lagi,&lt;br /&gt;tapi harus ketemu mahfud.&lt;br /&gt;trus bikin budgeting,&lt;br /&gt;jadi belum nulis&lt;br /&gt;tapi kemaren ke shopping&lt;br /&gt;dan dapat bukunya&lt;br /&gt;aku beli saman juga&lt;br /&gt;ehhhh, akhirnya, mengkoleksi sastra indonesia&lt;br /&gt;pengen ke dr neeh&lt;br /&gt;ngecek buku lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku  harus selesai nulis novel&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astrid email&lt;br /&gt;kita bisa nitip buku banyak&lt;br /&gt;mas mumu nitip satanic verses&lt;br /&gt;berarti kita beli 3 ajah, aku, mas mumu dan dodi&lt;br /&gt;trus apalagi ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah, capek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111459471800586974?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111459471800586974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111459471800586974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111459471800586974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111459471800586974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-way-out.html' title='no way out'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111427379104507707</id><published>2005-04-23T23:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T23:29:51.046+07:00</updated><title type='text'>just travelling as i wanna</title><content type='html'>pengen pergi ke luar kota sendirian&lt;br /&gt;pengen ke bandung ya, &lt;br /&gt;trus ngapain?&lt;br /&gt;atau ke tuban? pulang kerumah&lt;br /&gt;trus ke surabaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pengen euy ke surabaya lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pengen pergi ke luar kota&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111427379104507707?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111427360304711081</id><published>2005-04-23T23:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T23:26:43.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tiredlessly</title><content type='html'>gw hari ini capek banget. &lt;br /&gt;maaf, nggak penting banget ya. &lt;br /&gt;bukannya nggak penting sih, tapi hanya mengulang cerita yang sudah-sudah dan akan terus terjadi. &lt;br /&gt;kalo kemaren aku mengalami extreme fatigue, kupikir hari ini aku bersikap agak temperamental dan aku hampir mo mukul orang hari ini&lt;br /&gt;dan aku sangat jijik dengan tampangnya&lt;br /&gt;amat sangat&lt;br /&gt;meski sebenarnya dia tak terlalu bersalah or at least, &lt;br /&gt;aku tak punya hak untuk marah sebesar itu&lt;br /&gt;mungkin itu lebih karena aku sedang capek banget. &lt;br /&gt;itu ajah. nggak ada alasan lain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kesibukan sih sebenernya dah menumpuk sejak kemaren2 dan dua hari ini terakhir ini tambah memburuk dan aku agak nggak tertib&lt;br /&gt;nggak tau koq jadi labil dan vulnerable gini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like glass, &lt;br /&gt;i am sooo fragile&lt;br /&gt;gampang pecah &lt;br /&gt;dan gampang marah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apakah aku tak bahagia? &lt;br /&gt;ini pertanyaan yang begitu riskan. &lt;br /&gt;karena bagaimanapun, aku mencintai pekerjaanku dan aku akan melakukannya dengan senang. &lt;br /&gt;oh, ya, &lt;br /&gt;aku akhir-akhir ini merasa capek&lt;br /&gt;lebih karena beban ganda&lt;br /&gt;aku kayak ibuk-ibuk ya? &lt;br /&gt;pertama, aku lagi nyiapin event banyu biru. &lt;br /&gt;launching film yang disutradari ama Teddy Soeriatmadja, dibintangi ama Tora Sudiro dan Dian Sastro. &lt;br /&gt;beberapa minggu terakhir ini, mbak Kiki dari Salto dah nelepon2 terus&lt;br /&gt;btw mbaknya ini baik banget. dan sepertinya kita pernah bertemu sebelumnya. di jiffest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lha terus, kita nyiapin macem-macem gitu, mulai dari venue, alat (projector 35 mm/selluloid), publikasi, dan lain-lain. &lt;br /&gt;banyak hal yang agak gagal kurasa. &lt;br /&gt;rundownnya sih gini. &lt;br /&gt;pertama, screening banyu biru jam 10 di tby. screening ini tertutup untuk pengguna simpati dan pers. aku dan dewi banyakan koordinasi dengan telkomsel. &lt;br /&gt;trus kedua, artist talk alias diskusi film kayak biasanya. &lt;br /&gt;trus ketiga, press conference, kayak biasa juga&lt;br /&gt;trus keempat, meet and greet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah yang keempat ini, kita tuh nggak berpengalaman banget. aduhhh. tadi forumnya agak kacau. sebenarnya sejak artist talk sih. nggak tau anas koq kehilangan kontrol. dan aku sendiri juga nggak tau mesti gimana menolongnya. kurasa,a ku nggak terlalu bagus ya koordinasinya. sudah sejak di sini, si tora sudiro ancur abis, sakit jiwa itu dah dikerubuti fans2nya dan susahhhhhhhh banget untuk dinetralisir. pusing dehhh.kacau abis deh. &lt;br /&gt;trus abis itu, pas meet and greet ribet banget. tapi itu sih bukan urusan gw. si cecep lumayan sih bisa ngendaliin sehingga mas tora dan berliana serta mas tedi bisa menjauh dan ke sobo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang bikin gw emosi seh sebenarnya pas awal2 karena banyak penonton yang gak bawa tiket. ada tuh yang nyelonong dari pinggir. jelas saja aku emosi. apa maksudnya ini? &lt;br /&gt;trus dah gitu, dia kenal aku trus ngaku dari aky lagi. ampun. rasanya pengen gw tonjok tuh mukanya. nggak tau kenapa. pokoke sebal abis. &lt;br /&gt;trus dah diperingatin gitu, masih nekad masuk lewat celah di dekat panggung. &lt;br /&gt;langsung ajah tuh, tak termaafkan deh. apa coba maksudnya? &lt;br /&gt;nggak mau gitu ngikut prosedur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gondok abis. &lt;br /&gt;trus masalah gw adalah gw capek banget dan ngantuk banget. dari semalam, gw cuma tidur 3 jaman dan itu pun tidur nggak bener. si leony cs ngajak nongkrong di alkid (???)&lt;br /&gt;gw capek....................&lt;br /&gt;trus kita ke sobo, nganterin barang2nya mbak kiki, film, backdrop segala macam di sobo. &lt;br /&gt;trus ngobrol ma mereka. &lt;br /&gt;trus nganterin mereka ke bandara hingga sore. &lt;br /&gt;trus langsung ke aky&lt;br /&gt;trus langsung acara launching&lt;br /&gt;trus sampe sekarang belum tidur bener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pengenpulang&lt;br /&gt;pengenpulang&lt;br /&gt;pengenpulang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dalam kondisi gini, kadang gw pengen sms dia, notice ajah. eh lu ada di mana sihhhhhhhhhhh?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111427360304711081?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111427360304711081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111427360304711081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111427360304711081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111427360304711081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/tiredlessly.html' title='tiredlessly'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111408631242059751</id><published>2005-04-21T19:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T19:25:12.420+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashionably sensitive</title><content type='html'>Ide ini berawal dari A+.&lt;br /&gt;Di covernya, bulan ini, Nicholas Saputra didandani cantik, dengan background putih dan tulisan menanti janji joni.&lt;br /&gt;ini film terbarunya, bersama maria renata, disutradarai nia dinata&lt;br /&gt;selintas, aku langsung "curiga" pada samuel mulia&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;NIcholas mungkin bukan brondong, tapi fashioned as gay people, kan boleh juga.&lt;br /&gt;meski ini terdengar mengerikan.&lt;br /&gt;entah mengapa, aku adalah salah satu orang yang gampang terprovokasi oleh fashion&lt;br /&gt;Fashion, menurutku, is a statement. tentang apapun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan gampang, aku mudah sekali terintimidasi dengan desain-desain fashion di majalah-majalah glossy&lt;br /&gt;oleh katalog2 pusat perbelanjaan&lt;br /&gt;oleh gaya seorang rockstar atau celebrities&lt;br /&gt;meski untuk beberapa hal aku termasuk konservatif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi baru beberapa tahun terakhir, fashion awarenessku meningkat pesat.&lt;br /&gt;mungkin bukan meningkat.&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku semakin mudah terbujuk.&lt;br /&gt;beberapa review fashion di majalah-majalah&lt;br /&gt;liputan runaway di koran-koran&lt;br /&gt;mix and match ala mango&lt;br /&gt;dan ohhhh..fashion tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tentu saja, sebenarnya itu lebih bersifat imajinatif.&lt;br /&gt;kaca mata klein&lt;br /&gt;loose pantnya esprit&lt;br /&gt;tshirt mango&lt;br /&gt;honey, di kota ini pun merek2 itu tak ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi yang menjadi lebih penting adalah ukuran&lt;br /&gt;kacamata&lt;br /&gt;perspektif&lt;br /&gt;fashion yang ada dikepalaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan it seems a radical change&lt;br /&gt;kayaknya sih&lt;br /&gt;perubahan itu tidak hanya diakibatkan oleh majalah2 yang kubaca&lt;br /&gt;nay, nay, nggak segitu amat sih.&lt;br /&gt;meski aku terkagum2 dengan tulisan-tulisan di elle&lt;br /&gt;fashion di cosmopolitan&lt;br /&gt;atau bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really cool&lt;br /&gt;but anybody guess where my change is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tetap saja lebih senang gaya casual&lt;br /&gt;jeans&lt;br /&gt;dan kaos oblong&lt;br /&gt;atau polo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111408631242059751?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111408631242059751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111408631242059751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111408631242059751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111408631242059751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/fashionably-sensitive.html' title='Fashionably sensitive'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111405452397875530</id><published>2005-04-21T10:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T10:35:23.980+07:00</updated><title type='text'>adrift</title><content type='html'>agak lemes.&lt;br /&gt;agak sakit&lt;br /&gt;agak kelabu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kecapekan kali&lt;br /&gt;dan butuh waktu untuk diri-sendiri&lt;br /&gt;setelah ini&lt;br /&gt;mungkin kemana gitu&lt;br /&gt;atau mengurung diri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemaren dah menyelesaikan Color Purplenya Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;sedang amat sangat berusaha membaca Nusa Jawanya Denys Lombard&lt;br /&gt;dan sedang fotokopi tentang sejarah hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;pengen ngrampungin novel euy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sungguh&lt;br /&gt;setelah tanggal 23&lt;br /&gt;setelah pekerjaan ini selesai&lt;br /&gt;sebelum datang yang lain lagi&lt;br /&gt;pengen sendiri&lt;br /&gt;sendiri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111405452397875530?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111405452397875530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111405452397875530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111405452397875530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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guessed before&lt;br /&gt;something supposed to be happened&lt;br /&gt;and I have a dream before,&lt;br /&gt;in that dream, I dreamt him get angry with me, cause I could not do what he wanted to ask me to do.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, anyway, cos I am very rassionalistic people&lt;br /&gt;and i decide that i cant do his request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, it's hard for me listening what he have done.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;i dont deserve to feel like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel so tired and defeated&lt;br /&gt;one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hubungan ini mungkin memang nggak rasional&lt;br /&gt;aku nggak tau gimana&lt;br /&gt;mengapa begini&lt;br /&gt;sepertinya semuanya baik-baik saja&lt;br /&gt;sumpah,&lt;br /&gt;tapi kenapa aku tidak ikhlas semua ini terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;padahal aku sebetulnya tidak boleh begini&lt;br /&gt;ini bukan sesuatu yang harus aku khawatirkan&lt;br /&gt;untuk apa?&lt;br /&gt;kenapa jadi kalah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vero bingung, mesti gimana?&lt;br /&gt;ini benar2 out of control.nggak rasional. nggak boleh begini.&lt;br /&gt;tapi bagaimana?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111391765845177320?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111391765845177320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111391765845177320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111391765845177320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111391765845177320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/tired-and-defeated.html' title='tired and defeated'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111388464035284011</id><published>2005-04-19T11:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T11:24:00.353+07:00</updated><title type='text'>slow down</title><content type='html'>kemaren-kemaren merencanakan marah dan ngamuk&lt;br /&gt;kalau hal itu terjadi&lt;br /&gt;and it happened&lt;br /&gt;dan aku nggak marah sama sekali&lt;br /&gt;justru kondisi menjadi berbalik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah, menjengkelkan&lt;br /&gt;mentalku ini emang dah rusak. kan seharusnya aku yang marah, bukannya dia&lt;br /&gt;lha ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi perutku hari ini sakit banget&lt;br /&gt;gimana nggak?&lt;br /&gt;tadi malam pada beli makan di warung ss&lt;br /&gt;dan itu sambel semua&lt;br /&gt;aku dah lupa kalo aku tuh punya trauma dengan cabai&lt;br /&gt;habis enak sih, bagaimana lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi hari-hari ini aku dah slow down, udah mulai tenang&lt;br /&gt;meski kerjaan belum ada yang bener,&lt;br /&gt;dan kayaknya akan nambah pekerjaan lagi&lt;br /&gt;tapi gimana lagi,&lt;br /&gt;selain bersikap optimis, dan senang selalu&lt;br /&gt;meski tadi dini hari, sempat sms der fuhrer,&lt;br /&gt;pernah nggak lu tau seorang anak muda yang mati karena kelelahan&lt;br /&gt;sementara novelnya belum kelar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia bales (aku baca tadi pagi)&lt;br /&gt;iya sih, mati, tapi mati bunuh diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa maksudmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semalaman aku bermimpi aneh sekali&lt;br /&gt;aku seperti mengalami petualangan ke negeri antah-berantah&lt;br /&gt;dan aku harus menghadapi banyak hal&lt;br /&gt;seperti dalam film&lt;br /&gt;nggak tau, lupa endingnya&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku kebanyakan mikir kali ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus,&lt;br /&gt;tadi malem si barrie2 sms&lt;br /&gt;nyuruh ngirim file-file foto dan kliping&lt;br /&gt;alamaknya....kenapa nggak kemaren2.&lt;br /&gt;dan dia ketawa2 gitu, merasa merdeka&lt;br /&gt;karena dia sepertinya akan memberiku lebih banyak pekerjaan&lt;br /&gt;as long as the money is good, bagiku he............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apalagi?aku sedang menunggu mas hasta dan dew2, kenapa belum datang yak&lt;br /&gt;aku mau ke telkomsel dan spektrum, hari ini&lt;br /&gt;mengurus banyak hal&lt;br /&gt;trus sore nanti rapat&lt;br /&gt;mau belanja nggak jadi2.&lt;br /&gt;oh, aku harus ke perpust&lt;br /&gt;mengambil fotokopi dan balikin buku&lt;br /&gt;telat lagi.&lt;br /&gt;dasar pemalas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua orang pergi&lt;br /&gt;dan ohhh... i wanna share a secret for you&lt;br /&gt;rahasia aneh yang membuatku berpikir aneh juga.&lt;br /&gt;jadi, ini tentang seseorang yang belum pantas disebut namanya&lt;br /&gt;nah, semakin lama aku kenal dia dan ketemu teman2nya, aku merasa kalo dia tuh&lt;br /&gt;ternyata terlibat banyak affair dengan banyak orang&lt;br /&gt;dan bagiku itu aneh.&lt;br /&gt;agak nggilani gitu.&lt;br /&gt;maksudnya?&lt;br /&gt;ternyata masa lalu seseorang itu menyimpan banyak hal dari sejarah&lt;br /&gt;yang kutebak2 telah menjadi wataknya kini&lt;br /&gt;cuma aku tak menduga&lt;br /&gt;masa sih orang kayak gitu,&lt;br /&gt;ternyata admirernya banyak juga ya... dan itu bagaimana gitu.&lt;br /&gt;rasanya aneh.&lt;br /&gt;serasa nambah track aja dan itu tampak norak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia pasti ketawa2 kalo aku bilang ini ke dia&lt;br /&gt;"banyak fans ni ye...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi koq bisa ya?aku jadi ngerasa belum mengenalnya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111388464035284011?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111381502718897050</id><published>2005-04-18T15:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T16:03:47.190+07:00</updated><title type='text'>just true as what i thought before</title><content type='html'>just true as what i thought before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind doing such thing, but not such thing that destroys my career. &lt;br /&gt;ohhh, please, let i have a life. &lt;br /&gt;i don't know your motivation. not important, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;i don't need to know all about your life, your reason. &lt;br /&gt;but just one thing, you should remember, &lt;br /&gt;i have my plan, &lt;br /&gt;and don't give me such fool nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i dreamt you got angry with me&lt;br /&gt;and now maybe it will happen. &lt;br /&gt;you get angry with me, &lt;br /&gt;but give me any reason doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry, &lt;br /&gt;i just cant do that&lt;br /&gt;and please, listen to my explanation&lt;br /&gt;i want to but i cant &lt;br /&gt;could you please understand me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111381502718897050?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111381502718897050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111381502718897050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111381502718897050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111381502718897050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111358793986740630</id><published>2005-04-16T00:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T00:58:59.866+07:00</updated><title type='text'>white stupid night, like yesterday but it's more making me stupid</title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;i was very-very dissapointed, but maybe it's more exact if i say, i hate all of this. i feel i am damned. like last night. &lt;br /&gt;when i was at via-via and parkir space. &lt;br /&gt;how come this two cafe played the same songs from the same band: my godly cool coldplay. &lt;br /&gt;and it's very sickening that in this case, i am with somebody whom i told about this band before. &lt;br /&gt;i hate it, like i feel it today. ( i am too melancholic, anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's white stupid night. &lt;br /&gt;i must check and review some on/off works. and it's not mine, actually. &lt;br /&gt;but why i must do that? how come?&lt;br /&gt;i am a finance manager, right? not on/off manager? &lt;br /&gt;god, i hate it. i really hate it. &lt;br /&gt;i really feel sick dealing with people who says cynical words, so arrogant, and irresistable. who do you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's your blessing that i am willing to do such thing, to do a not my job. to do this damn damn damn dealing with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, give me any patience while i am still young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, we are closer in last few days. but i mean it more physically. but i dont mean to close to him. because it's very dangerous trouble to get a date with him. it's not about love affair (i end up with phrase like, "love is not proper way to live modern"), it's about professional matter (actually we dont)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i give up. give up. give up. &lt;br /&gt;gw nyerah abis atas seluruh kerusuhan ini. capek ngurusin orang susah kayak gitu. &lt;br /&gt;lu pikir lu tu siapa gitu lohhh.&lt;br /&gt;please dehhhhhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw lagi emosional. so stop teasing me. i am not kidding. i am very serious. please, differentiate between my joke and my works. and stop making me sick. i am very sick. sick. sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111358793986740630?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111358793986740630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111358793986740630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111358793986740630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111358793986740630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/white-stupid-night-like-yesterday-but.html' title='white stupid night, like yesterday but it&apos;s more making me stupid'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111350399193841248</id><published>2005-04-15T01:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T01:39:51.940+07:00</updated><title type='text'>unfaithful rebel</title><content type='html'>hari ini ke solo pagi-pagi&lt;br /&gt;kembali di sore hari&lt;br /&gt;nulis email panjang buat barrie-barrie&lt;br /&gt;dan malam ini ke via-via bareng der fuhrer&lt;br /&gt;ketemu tarlen (finally), joko, leony yang lucu, dan satu lagi sapa ya lupa namanya&lt;br /&gt;orang cimahi pokoknya&lt;br /&gt;dan kebayang kan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mereka semua dari bandung&lt;br /&gt;dan agak2 freak nggak ngeh saat mereka ngomong sunda&lt;br /&gt;mati gw!&lt;br /&gt;padahal aku dah bilang ama fuhrer&lt;br /&gt;awas, kalo pada ngomong sunda di depan gw&lt;br /&gt;gw kan tampak goblog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pertama ke via-via&lt;br /&gt;trus pindah ke parkir space&lt;br /&gt;oohhhhhh,itu tah&lt;br /&gt;dan sekarang dah ngantuk&lt;br /&gt;pengen tidur,&lt;br /&gt;setelah beresin segala sesuatu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;aku jadi ribet dengan pikiranku sendiri&lt;br /&gt;aku baik-baik saja&lt;br /&gt;tampaknya&lt;br /&gt;mungkin aku kembali nggak setia ya&lt;br /&gt;yah, setia di mana-mana&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana lagi&lt;br /&gt;siapa yang mau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siapa yang tak mau???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111350399193841248?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111350399193841248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111350399193841248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111350399193841248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111350399193841248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/unfaithful-rebel.html' title='unfaithful rebel'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111347693512896728</id><published>2005-04-14T18:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T18:08:55.130+07:00</updated><title type='text'>helloo</title><content type='html'>abis pulang dari solo&lt;br /&gt;naek kereta&lt;br /&gt;hujan&lt;br /&gt;dan berembun&lt;br /&gt;kaca-kaca itu berkabut&lt;br /&gt;langit pucat&lt;br /&gt;seperti wajahmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kata ririn,&lt;br /&gt;koq selera cowokmu nggak berubah sih.&lt;br /&gt;ihhh, emang kayak apa?&lt;br /&gt;yang ini koq kayak yang kemaren&lt;br /&gt;apanya? nggak ihhhh&lt;br /&gt;posturnya, rambutnya, kurusnya..&lt;br /&gt;ye.......unintented tau&lt;br /&gt;tapi abadi koq&lt;br /&gt;iya kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh............................&lt;br /&gt;aku tertawa&lt;br /&gt;dia lucu ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111347693512896728?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111347693512896728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111347693512896728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111347693512896728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111347693512896728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/helloo.html' title='helloo'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111339026400095997</id><published>2005-04-13T18:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T18:04:24.000+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>maaf ya nggak pernah nulis lagi. lagi sibuk. lagi capek. lagi ngantuk.&lt;br /&gt;banyak banget kerjaan dan nggak ada yang beres. dan kenapa bisa begitu ya.&lt;br /&gt;tiba-tiba aja pekerjaannya banyak. coba bikin daftar:&lt;br /&gt;1. love reactor event, tgl 23 april, mesti bikin rundown dan koordinasi jakarta. dan jangan lupa publikasi. pusing deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. terjemahan solo aku, belum aku apa2in neeh. dan besok harus ke sana. sedang tubuhku remuk redam begini. capek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. on/off, aku harus beresi semua ternyata karena banyak yang belum kelar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. financenya aky. belum kuberesin lagiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. maaf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111339026400095997?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111339026400095997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111339026400095997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111339026400095997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111339026400095997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111297809945270107</id><published>2005-04-08T23:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T23:34:59.453+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Torment of Memory</title><content type='html'>aku sekarang mulai paham&lt;br /&gt;apa yang dikatakan Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siksa ingatan itu lebih kejam daripada mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw seneng dapat sms dari onie. dia lagi sakit. dan aku akan mengirimnya&lt;br /&gt;on the roadnya kerouac. &lt;br /&gt;bersama ratih, aku akan menghapus jejak-jejak ingatan (atau justru menguatkanya) di surabaya)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111297809945270107?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111297809945270107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111297809945270107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111297809945270107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111297809945270107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/torment-of-memory.html' title='The Torment of Memory'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111297788863247446</id><published>2005-04-08T22:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T23:31:28.636+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident of Symbolic</title><content type='html'>istilah ini gw dapat barusan ajah, ketika datang di LIP, nonton filmnya fajar dan ada diskusi yang agak menyebalkan. &lt;br /&gt;dan dear, aku baru pulang sekarang. dari pagi tadi. capek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mataku sejak kemaren sakit terus. nggak tau kenapa. apa karena kebanyakan di depan komputer ya? tetapi sebenarnya aku telah menyeimbangkannya dengan kegiatan lain. tapi tetap aja sakit. dan itu bikin aku lemes banget. &lt;br /&gt;kemaren sore, saat hujan hampir menjelang, aku berlari dalam udara dingin stasiun tugu. &lt;br /&gt;keberangkatan jam 16.10 &lt;br /&gt;dan berbagai peluit kereta datang dan pergi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa kabarmu?&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak baik-baik saja sungguh. masih saja tampak terluka. tapi entah kenapa? apakah karena stasiun-stasiun itu selalu mengingatkanku akan dirinya? tapi dear, selama ini aku baik-baik saja dan akan selalu (i think) &lt;br /&gt;but, kenapa aku begitu rapuh dan rentan tiba-tiba saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan semua peristiwa ini berada di tengah kepungan rasa jengkel. &lt;br /&gt;sebuah peristiwa yang biasa-biasa saja, sebenarnya, tidak berarti, sederhana, tanpa dorongan semangat atau kecemburuan tertentu, sangat netral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena telepon. karena ririn. atau karena diriku-sendiri (it seems like)&lt;br /&gt;baik-baik. niat baik. harapan baik. dan kata-kata baik. &lt;br /&gt;tapi kemudian &lt;br /&gt;ucapannya begitu melukaiku. &lt;br /&gt;seolah-olah dia mengambil hidupku dan membiarkanku mati lemas di booth telepon itu&lt;br /&gt;seluruh kata-kata hilang dari perbendaharaan mulutku&lt;br /&gt;dan aku ingin mati saat itu juga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini bukan karena siapa orang itu&lt;br /&gt;tapi soal bagaimana orang itu&lt;br /&gt;dan it's all about denial&lt;br /&gt;itu lebih mengacu ke hal yang lebih sakit dan laten dari sekadar penolakan&lt;br /&gt;dan itu membuatku lemas seketika &lt;br /&gt;tak bisa berkata apa-apa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku seperti mengulang lagi scene film november tahun lalu&lt;br /&gt;scene yang bahkan tak akan pernah kutulis dalam sejarah saking nistanya&lt;br /&gt;tapi itu pernah ada&lt;br /&gt;dan itu sungguh2 menyakitkan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku terduduk di deretan bangku &lt;br /&gt;sisi selatan tugu&lt;br /&gt;dan di utara sana, kereta menuju ke arahmu &lt;br /&gt;meninggalkan senja&lt;br /&gt;dan aku ingin membunuhmu&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku tak bisa&lt;br /&gt;karena kau di situ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan malas, aku berpindah ke sejarah-sejarahmu&lt;br /&gt;dan merasa mataku benar-benar lamur&lt;br /&gt;atau jendela-jendela kaca yang beku&lt;br /&gt;atau langit-langit yang pucat layu&lt;br /&gt;ia seperti wajahmu, &lt;br /&gt;tentu&lt;br /&gt;dan sore itu hujan&lt;br /&gt;aku meninggalkan tugu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku masih tabah&lt;br /&gt;kali ini&lt;br /&gt;dan aku menghapus jejak seseorang dalam hujan yang makin melebat&lt;br /&gt;ririn, selalu ada orang lain yang akan menyelamatkanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sore itu udara sehabis hujan&lt;br /&gt;solo sangat amat dingin&lt;br /&gt;seperti di malang, suatu waktu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku harus bekerja. dan aku bekerja, hingga tengah malam, &lt;br /&gt;ketika kami tiba-tiba membicarakan suatu hal yang lain&lt;br /&gt;dan itu merupakan mimpi buruk yang sebenarnya aku hindari&lt;br /&gt;kenapa kami harus membicarakan itu?arghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah jam 12, kami membicarakan hal yang lain lagi&lt;br /&gt;yang lebih mengaduk dari apapun&lt;br /&gt;aku bilang ajah, cerita aja tentang yang pernah terjadi&lt;br /&gt;dan i think i just nothing too loose. &lt;br /&gt;nggak ada yang bisa kembali dan pergi koq. &lt;br /&gt;toh semuanya sudah berlalu. jadi mengapa berat hati?&lt;br /&gt;tapi bagaimana mungkin mbak nining pernah mendengar tentangnya? ini benar-benar konyol. &lt;br /&gt;goblog, dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi agak sedih juga sih, tapi ya nggak apa-apa, ini lebih baik&lt;br /&gt;dari seribuan bayang yang mengejar-ngejarku di stasiun&lt;br /&gt;dan siang tadi, &lt;br /&gt;menyebalkannnnnnnnnnnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;mengapa kecelakaan ini terjadi?&lt;br /&gt;mbak nining mendapat telepon dari saudaranya &lt;br /&gt;dan lagi-lagi, &lt;br /&gt;aku merasa harus diam karena saudaranya itu mengingatkanku atas &lt;br /&gt;sesuatu yang lain, &lt;br /&gt;sesuatu yang terjadi di tugu&lt;br /&gt;sesuatu yang terjadi di GBB&lt;br /&gt;sesuatu yang terjadi november lalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan kenyataan ini menjadi semakin dekat&lt;br /&gt;dan aku ketakutan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi, dalam perjalanan pulang ke jogja, di stasiun dan segala rupa, &lt;br /&gt;aku hampir ngamuk ketika aku menemukan hal itu lagi&lt;br /&gt;damn, damn, damn&lt;br /&gt;please dont terrorize me &lt;br /&gt;while i am still young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuhan atau setankah yang mengantarkanku turun di lempuyangan &lt;br /&gt;dan menemukan tanda-tanda itu tertawa &lt;br /&gt;dan mengejek kebodohanku?&lt;br /&gt;rumah hijau itu.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh, menyebalkan. &lt;br /&gt;mengapa ini terjadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini pasti dusta&lt;br /&gt;atau perasaan bodoh yang diderita para orang yang kesepian&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku nggak kesepian&lt;br /&gt;kenapa gitu sejarah itu datang? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamu pikir, aku menginginkan semua ini? &lt;br /&gt;darl, ini sungguh aneh dan menjengkelkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kata bible, kau harus tahu bahwa tuhan memiliki banyak rencana dengan tangannya&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalau seperti ini &lt;br /&gt;bagaimana aku bisa percaya? &lt;br /&gt;apakah ini bagian dari rencana tuhan yang lebih besar? &lt;br /&gt;granddesign? &lt;br /&gt;untuk apa? &lt;br /&gt;setelah tahun-tahun yang mengerikan itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi mengapa begini? &lt;br /&gt;apakah tidak seharusnya aku memikirkannya?&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku sungguh jengkel&lt;br /&gt;kalo tuhan memang memiliki rencana dengan hidupku, &lt;br /&gt;please dong &lt;br /&gt;jangan siksa aku dalam seluruh pertanyaan dan penantian yang bodoh ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111297788863247446?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111297788863247446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111297788863247446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111297788863247446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111297788863247446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/accident-of-symbolic.html' title='Accident of Symbolic'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111278957953782300</id><published>2005-04-06T19:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T19:12:59.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Motorcycle Diaries -part 2</title><content type='html'>Nah, hari ini aku baru nonton filmnya. &lt;br /&gt;Setan! Ernesto Guevaranya terlalu cakep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku lagi capek, jadi besok aku mo bikin reviewnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya banyu biru.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111278957953782300?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111278957953782300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111278957953782300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111278957953782300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111278957953782300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/motorcycle-diaries-part-2.html' title='The Motorcycle Diaries -part 2'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111270592453102941</id><published>2005-04-05T19:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T19:58:44.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The motorcycle Diaries</title><content type='html'>I am listening the travelling music of Che Guevara. I am just like listening orientas sound. Am I wrong??? (vEro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Motorcycle Diaries" Shows Che Guevara at Crossroads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefan Lovgren&lt;br /&gt;for National Geographic News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 14, 2004&lt;br /&gt;Before he became the Marxist revolutionary icon known as "El Che," Ernesto Guevara de la Serna was an Argentine medical student tired of school and itching to see the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on January 4, 1952, the 23-year-old Guevara and his friend Alberto Granada jumped on an old motorcycle and embarked on an eight-month journey across South America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trek is chronicled in the new movie The Motorcycle Diaries, which is now playing in theaters across the United States. Directed by Brazilian filmmaker Walter Salles, the movie has received great critical acclaim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip may have begun as a lark, filled with audacious pranks. But, as the film shows, the two men encounter increasing poverty and injustice on their trek across the continent. Historians and biographers now agree that the experience had a profound impact on Guevara, who would later become one of the most famous guerilla leaders ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His political and social awakening has very much to do with this face-to-face contact with poverty, exploitation, illness, and suffering," said Carlos M. Vilas, a history professor at the Universidad Nacional de Lanús in Buenos Aires, Argentina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel Bug &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guevera was born in 1928 and grew up in an upper-middle-class family in Buenos Aires, though his parents defied many of the social conventions of their class at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Although the household was not infused with radical political sentiment, a tone of defiant independence seemed to reign," said Marshall Beck, editor at the North American Congress on Latin America, a nonprofit organization based in New York. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guevera did not distinguish himself in medical school. His grades were far from remarkable. He showed little interest in politics, staying away from the left-wing groups on campus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always wanted to travel. In 1949 he had embarked on a solo bicycle tour of Argentina. When Alberto Granada, a family friend who was working in a leprosy hospital in Argentina's Córdoba Province, asked Guevara if he wanted to travel with him by motorcycle to North America, the young Guevara immediately said yes, even if it meant postponing his medical exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 4, 1952, the pair left on La Poderosa II ("The Mighty One"), Granada's 1939 500cc Norton motorcycle. They almost crashed into a streetcar immediately after taking off from an endless farewell at the Granadas' home in Córdoba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encountering Poverty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first stop: Miramar, a small resort where Guevara's girlfriend, Chichina, was spending the summer with her upper-class family. Two days stretched into eight. Chichina lent him U.S. $15 to buy her a swimsuit in the U.S., and Guevara swore he would starve rather than spend the money on anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two men crossed into Chile on February 14. At one point they introduced themselves as internationally renowned leprosy experts at a local newspaper, which wrote a glowing story about them. The travelers used the press clipping as a way to score meals and other favors with locals along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pair also got into trouble. While stopping in the town of Lautaro to repair the motorcycle after an accident, they were invited to a dance. The evening ended badly, however, after Guevara was caught trying to seduce a married woman. The two men were chased out of town by an angry mob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Santiago, the capital of Chile, the motorcycle broke down for good. The two men decided to carry on by hitchhiking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guevara's political consciousness began to stir as he and Granada moved into mining country. They visited Chuquicamata copper mine, the world's largest open-pit mine and the primary source of Chile's wealth. It was run by U.S. mining monopolies and viewed by many as a symbol of foreign domination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meeting with a homeless communist couple in search of mining work made a particularly strong impression on Guevara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By the light of the single candle … the contracted features of the worker gave off a mysterious and tragic air … the couple, frozen stiff in the desert night, hugging one another, were a live representation of the proletariat of any part of the world," Guevara wrote in his diary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man of the People &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Peru, Guevara was impressed by the old Inca civilization. Riding in trucks with Indians and animals, he felt a fraternity with the indigenous people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Lima, the capital, the two men went to see Hugo Pesce, a leading leprosy researcher and a Marxist. Guevara engaged Pesce in political discussions. A decade later Guevara acknowledged the doctor's formative influence on him when he sent him a copy of his first book, Guerilla Warfare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Lima, Guevara and Granada traveled into the Amazon rain forest. They stayed for three weeks at San Pablo, a leper colony deep in the jungle, where the pair gave consultations and treated patients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guevara swam once from the side of the Amazon where the doctors stayed to the other side of the river where the leper patients lived, a distance of two and a half miles (four kilometers). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his 24th birthday, with the doctors and nurses as his audience, Guevara gave his first political speech, advocating a unified Latin America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We believe, and after this trip even more firmly than before, that Latin America's division into illusory and uncertain nationalities is completely fictitious," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two men traveled on to Colombia and Venezuela, where Granada found work at a leprosarium. Guevara flew back to Argentina—via Miami, where he had to spend 20 days after the plane's engine broke down—where his family welcomed him upon his arrival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guevara was a changed man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will be on the side of the people … I will take to the barricades and the trenches, screaming as one possessed, will stain my weapons with blood, and, mad with rage, will cut the throat of any vanquished foe I encounter," he wrote in his diary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111270592453102941?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111270592453102941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111270592453102941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111270592453102941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111270592453102941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/motorcycle-diaries.html' title='The motorcycle Diaries'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111269741828962921</id><published>2005-04-05T17:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T17:36:58.290+07:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go again</title><content type='html'>it's misery&lt;br /&gt;i just like open up my wound again, but now i know i can face it. &lt;br /&gt;more endurable. anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i was in very hurry situation yesterday. i bought hard disk and some mouse for my office due to the serious damage in our computer. &lt;br /&gt;i and mas yoesam then search for XL credit, but there was not any. &lt;br /&gt;so, we checked a shop that sells notebook, laptop,etc. and it made me feel so sick. the laptop, toshiba one, is very cheap but very cool. toshiba 8200, has DVD drive and WAV, so I can use it for many needs. ohhh, god,i want it bloody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas yoesam ate bakso and we discussed about aky situation. and it took a long time. till i realized, that i will be late for the last train to solo. &lt;br /&gt;so, i run like sinetron scene and found that the train was not off yet. i made a date with ratih, to go home together. so i waited near the doorway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the station was not too crowded. only a few people waited for the train. and suddenly, the nostalgic feeling struck me. i was very sad and almost crying. &lt;br /&gt;god, &lt;br /&gt;why he came again on my mind? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i think it's not too sudden. i just thought about him last few days, due to my writing process and it made me so sick. &lt;br /&gt;sepertinya seluruh artefak itu menyimpan seluruh bayangannya. dan tawanya yang garing. dan air mata yang mulai mengering di sudut mata itu. arghhhhhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku dalam perjalanan ke solo, dan merasakan kereta itu bergerak meninggalkan seluruh masa depanku dan mengembalikan waktuku ke masa lalu, &lt;br /&gt;ketika semuanya masih agak kelabu&lt;br /&gt;where are you then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain outside and the coldness terrorized my life. please, go away. &lt;br /&gt;but it's useless. you came and came, di antara dingin senja dan kesendirian lampu-lampu neon yang berdebu&lt;br /&gt;then i waited alone at balapan station &lt;br /&gt;going by taxi, all lonely &lt;br /&gt;and i found it's like surabaya. anyhow. &lt;br /&gt;there are a lot of new building. hotel and mall wanna be. dan jalan slamet riyadi itu masih luruh, dipenuhi lampu-lampu yang makin kencar&lt;br /&gt;and it reminded me about my way home to slipi. one day, when you left me all lonely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am too melancholic&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am too defeated&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am too misery&lt;br /&gt;too sad&lt;br /&gt;too gloomy&lt;br /&gt;but still i tried to ease my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetapi tadi siang, &lt;br /&gt;in kakak home in kerten, i found it's hard to become such ordinary. &lt;br /&gt;mbak nining told me that mbak hening jatam is her cousin. and then i met mbak emmy, ruth, and friends. and they told like.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh. &lt;br /&gt;i felt like i was at your home, talking so long about this issue. and i hate it. i hate of remembering of you. &lt;br /&gt;it's damn feeling. i was damn! damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudahlah, &lt;br /&gt;we had ended up like that&lt;br /&gt;and i dont wanna improve that. for god sake. please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i tried to wrote our life, &lt;br /&gt;i realized then how you came again and made up again&lt;br /&gt;and it's you again. &lt;br /&gt;and again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have entered your name on my phonebook again&lt;br /&gt;and i wrote about you again&lt;br /&gt;damn me&lt;br /&gt;damn me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111269741828962921?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111269741828962921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111269741828962921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111269741828962921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111269741828962921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/here-we-go-again.html' title='here we go again'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111260455155514060</id><published>2005-04-04T15:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:49:11.556+07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's go travelling again</title><content type='html'>hi, &lt;br /&gt;last night widya phoned me and give me an opportunity to go again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, i will travel again&lt;br /&gt;and by train, &lt;br /&gt;it's long time i don't go by train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, then,i will tell you later. &lt;br /&gt;btw,i have finished jack kerouac. and now begin with alice walker. &lt;br /&gt;i will make a review then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111260455155514060?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111260455155514060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111260455155514060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111260455155514060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111260455155514060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/lets-go-travelling-again.html' title='let&apos;s go travelling again'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111250645513525807</id><published>2005-04-03T12:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T12:34:15.136+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rainmaker: A review</title><content type='html'>Ravi Bharwani, Indonesia, 2004, 90 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally premiered at the 2004 Pusan Film Festival, this's one of the latest Indonesian cinematic works that's bound to become hot topic amongst film critic and lover. &lt;br /&gt;This film was left by its spectator at 2004 JIFFEST. &lt;br /&gt;With complex symbolic esthetic (semiotic?), the cinematography is very dark and stark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the synopsis (I copy from its official site)&lt;br /&gt;"In a barren and dry village, 3 people with their personal dreams, interacts with each other. Johan, a meteorologist who is obsessed in creating rain in that location. Asih, a traditional singer, who with her voice, becomes an oasis to Johan and the people living in that harsh location and Asih’s maid who devotes the singer without reservations . In contrast to Johan’s approach to life, the maid’s is more of an observer. Accepting and living through life with whatever that life offers without questions and expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rain maker is a film of mood and atmospheres that liberates the audience to experience the illusions that a film offers. To “feel” and not just to ”watch”."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then, this film is full with Javanese physical and mental backdrop. Made in Gunungkidul, this film portraits about Javanese relationship among newcomer (johan) and the sinden and also her servant. the plot moves very very slowly (but i wonder, a spectator said it's too quick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this film is an extreme tendency of poetization, like Bulan TErtusuk Ilalang by Garin. But i can't find such juxtaposition which is identic with GArin Nugroho. This film has very extreme beautiful cinematography (yudi datau, you know) but very strange and uncoherent plot story. &lt;br /&gt; I dont know what to say, actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i dont like it much. biasa saja. even this film depict about lesbianism or traditional culture. but i think it's too exotic. this film efforts hard to tell themselves but i think this film failed to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so art film, if you like to say. without excellent photographs, maybe the film just will be another cliche film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111250645513525807?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111250645513525807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111250645513525807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111250645513525807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111250645513525807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/rainmaker-review.html' title='The Rainmaker: A review'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111240773305840907</id><published>2005-04-02T08:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T09:08:53.063+07:00</updated><title type='text'>False expectation???</title><content type='html'>"Kalau di kine, kamu tidak punya harapan. &lt;br /&gt; Kalau di Love Reactor kamu punya harapan. Tapi palsu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just quoted two sentences above from Anas and Dewi. I think it's the most representative one. It's funny, anyway. And Dewi said it as a joke, but I think, it's very serious. Or at least, it's close to reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that we continue to struggle for life just because, we have hope, it's wrong. We don't have a true expectation. We have expectation, but false expectation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bold this sentence because it's important when we make a future projection. What will we do? What can we do? How can we do? And what for?&lt;br /&gt;Love Reactor is one case. We build it from the scratch, two and a half years ago, when we held Jiffest Travelling for the first time. It was 2003. After that, we had cohession when Yayasan SET called us to organize Garin Nugroho Film Festival. &lt;br /&gt;And I just remember, we had nothing to start such big project, not only capital, but also our lack of knowledege, our poor experiences, and our poor network. It's such miracle that we could ended the project successfully. It's a great miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had such demand to continue our life. It's not good reason, anyway. But we try to survive. We held several minor and non profit project. It made our cash gone severe and the financial condition becoming worse. We almost lost reason to survive. &lt;br /&gt;But we don't know how we can survive till now. Maybe it's another miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003, we held 2 screening after Garin project, i.e. Persia Film and Sex and Drugs Films. In 2004, we held JIFFEST Travelling and monthly screening. The condition became turbulent and uncertain because of our internal conflict and our lack of commitment. It's hard for us to make such bold commitment and same vision to reach our goal. It seems everything is so hard and we can't choose to make a certain path. &lt;br /&gt;Somebody comes and somebody goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The condition changed when JIFFEST called us to come to Jakarta, attending all JIFFEST event on December 2004. I think, for the first time, we met our friends and 'comrade' who work in the same field, in the same condition from all region in Indonesia. We also met a lot of films profiles, well known director, event manager, filmmaker, producer, festival manager, etc. It's very exciting to meet a lot of people from different background and also different fields of films. It motivated us to continue our works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we continue to live, we survive. &lt;br /&gt;And in 2005, we held Q Film Festival Special Event. It's not totally success. But it reflected our consecutive works, our cummulative experiences. And again, we ask ourself, "Kapan Love Reactor bubar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we are gone, some people will be sorry for that (ok, then, we are GR). But it seems like we are one of the wing of Yogyakarta film force. &lt;br /&gt;But if we commite to survive, then what we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe mbak Dani statement last night on Cafe dr is very useful for us. We grow better and better. We just need to make a radical path, sometimes. Braver, More bold, and more eloquent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know maybe I need to stop such silly question because we know very well that we will survive. But how? And what we do? &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the very important next question. What will we do? And how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin di Love Reactor kita masih bisa berharap. &lt;br /&gt;Meski harapan itu palsu.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111240773305840907?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111240773305840907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111240773305840907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111240773305840907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111240773305840907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/false-expectation.html' title='False expectation???'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111233886408197972</id><published>2005-04-01T13:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T14:01:04.083+07:00</updated><title type='text'>METRO FILES</title><content type='html'>METRO TV, 31 MARCH 05, 22.30 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, &lt;br /&gt;last night, i watched METRO FILES, a program on MEtro TV. you just know, i was never interested on tv. but ok, last night program is fine. &lt;br /&gt;METRO FILES last night titled SEABAD LAYAR PERAK INDONESIA. &lt;br /&gt;i think, this program aimed for comemoratting Indonesian film day on wednesday, 30 march 2005.&lt;br /&gt;the date is taken from the first day shooting of film darah dan doa, directed by usmar ismail. it's the first national film, made after independence (1950).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the program covered the history of indonesian film, some review on indonesian film trends, also some critic about the development of indonesian contemporary film. &lt;br /&gt;last night, METRO used some old files  and or old indonesian film from lutung kasarung and before, also the first film and cinemascope in indonesia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This documentary focused on the history of course. &lt;br /&gt;the firs phase of indonesian film began at 1950, when usmar ismail, a former army, made darah dan doa. it signified the "national" film,that portraited the indonesian revolution. for so long, usmar ismail was popular for his nationalist film, a film that covered the process and struggle of indonesian nationality. all the film crew were indonesian. &lt;br /&gt;in this era, djamaludin malik (the father of dangdut singer, camelia malik) also initiated a first national film festival.djamaludin malik was very close with Soekarno. &lt;br /&gt;it's no wonder that politic and film are the close friends (on love and hate relationship, maybe). but in this phase, the government (soekarno government) supported the films "industry", like increasing the import film tax and use this money for domestic film production, etc. good point! anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second phase happened on 1960, but metro narrator said, it's deprivation phase, because PKI was dominated social life. i just wonder, why he can say that? i think, it's not because PKI, but all social aspects were dominated by political agenda, regardless communisme or islam or nationalist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 1973, the indonesian film entered the new phase. in this year, pemda dki held indonesian film festival. perkawinan became the best movie. benyamin and rima melati became the best actor and actress.  the third phase was the phase when indonesian film became booming, bloom. &lt;br /&gt;but it's also the beginning of new order controlled on film industry. military and beaureaucrazy began to be members of fuck badan sensor film. after then, the indonesian film were up and down, and met its devastating era on the end 1980. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the 1990, only few director or filmmaker produced films. &lt;br /&gt;the rise of indonesian film began again on the late 2000, when riri riza made petualangan sherina. but we could not forget garin nugroho role on the transition of old and new generation. &lt;br /&gt;and now, you can watch the contemporary indonesian filmmaker like nia dinata, mira lesmana, rudy soedjarwo, teddy, arya kusuma dewa, etc working on very competitive era. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the documentary ended on question about the future of indonesian film. &lt;br /&gt;oough, cliche question. &lt;br /&gt;but i think i should mark some important thing here but i have no time. &lt;br /&gt;ok, i will continue my writing then. &lt;br /&gt;i should go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111233886408197972?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111233886408197972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111233886408197972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111233886408197972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111233886408197972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/04/metro-files.html' title='METRO FILES'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111216312329024326</id><published>2005-03-30T12:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T13:12:03.293+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rethinking Indonesian politics--desperately</title><content type='html'>today, i read some old articles in tempo magazine, from year 1992-1999. &lt;br /&gt;i commited to make some research, but i think i was too lazy to make some summary. &lt;br /&gt;and basically, i could not decide which information i need most. &lt;br /&gt;and then i just read and read and found some interesting articles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the amusing one is about indonesian politics in 1999, when indonesia held general election after the new order. yeah, i read some serious articles, but the funniest one was about gus dur statement on like emergency government. &lt;br /&gt;he threated some political figures, if political power interfered kpu's works, he would like to make emergency government. &lt;br /&gt;the second one was the kyai's statement about jin guard on NU conggress. they said that pasukan jin have power comparable to 100 peoples. the pasukan jin are needed to secure the NU conggress. &lt;br /&gt;but in the later press conference, the journalist confirmed about the presence of pasukan jin and the commander of NU guards said, "We don't need pasukan jin anymore cause people (NU Conggress participants) was very obedient and tertib. so we don't need to call our pasukan jin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i laughed. NU is always funny, right?&lt;br /&gt;tempo magazine also made some special features about NU and the magical power behind them. some kyai were gossiped to have some magical power and supranatural ability that enable them to control dunia gaib. &lt;br /&gt;i looked at some picture and it's really amusing to find the sarung people like them, telling about jin or kinda that. i remember salman rhusdie, suddenly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe islam world dont need to be reactionary to salman rhusdie, cos i think, his perspective is not different with some kyai's perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing, it's funny to find a lot of political actors believe in and put their political faith on the magical world like kyai. it works also to abdurahman wahid. &lt;br /&gt;i just recall my memory when in 1999, there was a controversy about the indonesia presidency. a lot of people convinced that Megawati was the unbeatable candidate. but some islam leader said that women were forbidden to be a leader. and the controversy ended with such weird solution, so that abdurrahman wahid became a president, very amusing president. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this writing, i dont want to analyze so seriously about indonesian politic, but look, it's really, really nerd to find that indonesian politics still cope the 'unscientific calculation'. and i think, i should mention the NU role bigger here. not only because they have a lot of adherents, but also because of their historical role, from 1955 general election. &lt;br /&gt;i think i will write about young NU generation but i find lately that their system is very old and very unique. it's rather different with PDI perjuangan who has political basis on secular and marhaen people. NU 's islam, but it's not islam an sich, but combined with local values. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after my reading about this political funny things, i think, i should write such good works on this kind cynical indonesian politic, in fiction. i don't know how, but i would like to try this one. even i don't know at all about NU (iam not islam, what a pity)&lt;br /&gt;i think this idea came when i was reading salman rhusdie masterwork, "midnight children". but i think i must learn again about that, because i don't want to loose my own pattern and my plot that i have wrote for a month ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just try to make cynical summary like in jakarta magazine or kind of that. that politic will not be serious thing, but also funny things ( in reality, it's barbar world). &lt;br /&gt;i don't know, &lt;br /&gt;i just practice my english and my sense on interpreting indonesia politic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, &lt;br /&gt;yeah, i copy a book about history of american films. not cheap heh! but i try to collect some books related to my works and jobs. &lt;br /&gt;also, i borrow a hundred years of solitude and extend jack kerouac works. &lt;br /&gt;i will copy these with mas mumu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, c u then. &lt;br /&gt;next week, we will watch film and learn some new things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111216312329024326?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111216312329024326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111216312329024326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111216312329024326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111216312329024326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/rethinking-indonesian-politics.html' title='Rethinking Indonesian politics--desperately'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111208576877309998</id><published>2005-03-29T15:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T15:42:48.773+07:00</updated><title type='text'>like yesterday</title><content type='html'>di luar hampir hujan. rasanya harus pulang. &lt;br /&gt;ingin baca buku di rumah saja. &lt;br /&gt;aku memang tidak mengerjakan apapun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempat ini agak menjemukan. &lt;br /&gt;selamat siang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111208576877309998?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111208576877309998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111208576877309998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111208576877309998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111208576877309998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/like-yesterday.html' title='like yesterday'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111185331660576683</id><published>2005-03-26T22:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:08:36.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have an Easter Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Iam here, after feeling  a little bit exhausted after screening The Rainmaker, today, in Taman Budaya Yogyakarta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, I wanna write about this event, but i think, i am too tired to make good resume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah, it's an easter day, but i am not home, having Mass in the church, meeting my parent or my brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think i have lost all about family romanticism, or even religious romanticism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i live my own life now and making some new decision with my own reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok, better i tell you what happened today in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i woke up in the very morning, maybe on 5, and found the world so dim and blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i prepared my day and got breakfast ( i feel homy with that. and more healthy, i think), going to insist to check some material but found nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the spanduk didnt finish yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then i phoned dewi to check the rundown, the detail of the screening, then phoned anas to make sure that he can come on time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ita and anas picked up mas abduh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i and alia went to tby to be with dewi, preparing a lot of things, the venue, the LCD, the player, screen, sound system, ticketing, posters, meal and other things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my panic went worse when the spanduk overdue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i cant cope the possibility that we will fail, especially on spectator target. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think we have a very good preparation, on publication and promotion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we have talkshow on two radios, made press screening and called some press/media, we have stuck the posters, and we sent sms to our friends. a lot of friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but i just get panic. i am afraid to dissapoint them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and the time has came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mas abduh, john, mas plenthonk, clara shinta, and mas ravi came before the screeening took place. the screening would be held on 2/4/7 pm. when they came, the spectator were only 20. i was so depressed but i dont know what i can do cos we have done everything necesarry for this event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so, i just convinced myself that everything is fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in all session, the discussions were very interactive. a lot of people asked and gave a lot of comment and critics.  almost all spectator survived till the end of the film. and mas abduh and friends were so happy that their film was responded very good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i my self just don't wonder, it's jogja, anyway. we have a long tradition and we just got the advantage. but if you think, it's "rada lumayan". then, i accepted it as our compliment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah, the responds from audinces were unpredictable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we think that they will go out soon they watch this film for 10-15 minutes. but  most of them ended the film very good. they made some comment, critics, question, and smart question, rather.  maybe they knew,in some aspects, this film was very boring. but i don't know why they survived and enjoyed the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;better, i ask myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe it will be better, if i feel optimistic, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;not too pessimistic about this project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in just few month, i am just going perfectionist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;right away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i lost discussion on gay and lesbian film (Hiks, hiks, hiks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i lost men maniac on via-via&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i lost my easter night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wish tomorrow i can pay it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111185331660576683?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111185331660576683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111185331660576683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111185331660576683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111185331660576683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/have-easter-day.html' title='Have an Easter Day!'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111168070342503935</id><published>2005-03-24T22:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:11:43.433+07:00</updated><title type='text'>today is great day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;helo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;akhirnya bisa ke sini dan nulis lagi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aku sebenarnya pengen nulis banyak, tapi selalu saja nggak punya waktu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;atau kalau udah di depan komputer, semua pikiran jadi ilang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oke, dimulai dari kemaren aja deh kayaknya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kemaren ngapain aja sih? nah loh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dah lupa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh, ya, dalam kondisi ngantuk, kita harus nganterin undangan kemana-mana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trus jam setengah delapan malam, ada opening night Q FILM FEST di Via-via cafe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wah, ramai skali. banyak orang datang. padahal tempatnya kecil banget. gw datang ma anas, dan alia. trus putri juga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nonton beberapa film indonesia. ketemu anak-anak q. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trus jam sepuluh malam, aku, alia, anas, adil dan mas yoesam ke insomnia untuk opening party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;di sana ketemu anak-anak komunikasi yang baru pertama ngerti dunia dugem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ketemu anak2 q yang asik-asik, seperti nino, bapak paling sibuk dan stylish, abe si tukang lampu ganteng (dan bingung), uki si gendut ribet, john badalu yang jadi dj, ferdi, trus yang lain-lain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pestanya sih biasa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aku gak gitu suka, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;musiknya aneh sih, terlalu tua gitu, 80-an banget, nggak ngangkat deh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tapi yang bikin gw kaget adalah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ada seorang anggota q yang bedandan dan menari gitu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bener-bener persis bencong deh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tapi tau nggak itu siapa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yaaampun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hiks, hiks, hiks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;adek gia arie yang manis itu. huuu...kasian deh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;habis pentas itu, dia dah bersusah hati gitu, karena make upnya susah ilang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;terus matanya nempel gitu,penuh dengan eyeliner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dan petanyaannya itu, Mbak vero ma siapa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aduhh, dek. lain kali kamu tampil apa adanya deh. banyak yang sedih dan kecewa tuh lihat kamu gitu. he.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trus pulang, diajak ngobrol alia mpe pagi. ngantukkkkk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bangun jam 9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;abis itu ke bank, transfer duit dan beresi berbagai urusan keuangan gitu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trus makan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lalu di kopma, menunggu anas dan dewi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ama anas, nganterin undangan ma ke polsek, trus ke tby, mastiin acara april&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;abis itu langsung ke dekat rumah. huuuu....capek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ngecek persiapan buat press conference dan ternyata memang belum siap sama sekali &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;padahal dah jam 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;alatnya baru nyampe jam 3. mampus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ya udah, aku langsung ngambil backdrop di unstrat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nyariin alia, karena si ibu itu hilang begitu saja, kemana neeh? padahal press kit di rumahnya dan belum terambil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ya udah, langsung ke dr lagi, nyiapin segala macam, lihat doang ding &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;soale itu tugasnya putri, aku bantu-bantu ajah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ketemu uki ma lihat abe ajah yang lucu banget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trus akhirnya press conferencenya agak telat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lima belas menit, yang datang nggak lebih dari 15-an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ihh rugi deh capek2 nganterin undangan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tapi nggak apa-apa sih, soale yang datang media-media major jadi at least, target dapatlah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;filmnya diputar dikit, trus si john ngomong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wah, gaya ngomong john asik ya. dia tuh ngomongnya urut dan jelas banget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;orangnya sistematis kayaknya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lumayan banyak pertanyaan sih. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trus abis itu ada juga dialog di luar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ya, berharap besok keluar di media dan beritanya bagus, supaya orang2 pada nonton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;habis itu diputar penuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wah, gak ngeduga, pada bertepuk tangan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aneh ya, padahal diduga film ini bakalan bikin bored banget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;john agak heran juga tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;abis itu kita, love reactor ngobrol ma john&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kita mo belajar dari dia soal berbagai hal, soal bikin festival film, manajemen seni/film dan hal-hal lain yang berhubungan dengan itu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;asik banget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kita bisa share dan tukar pengalaman gitu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trus nonton film&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ehhh, bapak seksi sibuk, si director nino malah jadi operator alat, macam mana ini? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;filmnya banyakan kemaren yang dah diputar di opening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tapi ada satu film yang bikin anak2 SMA kartika di makasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;filmnya lucu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kita langsung balikin backdrop ke uny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trus ke aky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ngurus soal kedatangan mas abduh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dan sekarang aku lagi nulis blogger ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kayaknya sih masih banyak cerita yang terlewat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ntar ya, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;soale ingatanku pendek2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aku pengen cerita panjang, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tapi apakah aku mampu? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;udah ya, besok lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111168070342503935?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111168070342503935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111168070342503935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111168070342503935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111168070342503935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-is-great-day.html' title='today is great day'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111156657926248760</id><published>2005-03-23T15:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T15:29:39.263+07:00</updated><title type='text'>norak quotation</title><content type='html'>penyakit keturunan yang paling parah adalah agama&lt;br /&gt;penyakit sosial yang paling berbahaya adalah cinta.&lt;br /&gt;percaya nggak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku kemaren baca majalah britzone.&lt;br /&gt;katanya begini,&lt;br /&gt;modern women don't believe in love&lt;br /&gt;cause it seems so oldfashioned. like diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hua......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111156657926248760?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111156657926248760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111156657926248760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111156657926248760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111156657926248760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/norak-quotation.html' title='norak quotation'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111156621258044932</id><published>2005-03-23T15:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T15:23:32.580+07:00</updated><title type='text'>author(rity)</title><content type='html'>Jogja hujan lagi. kemaren2 panas, dua hari ini hujan trus.&lt;br /&gt;kenapa yak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku lagi capek.ngantuk. mo nulis, tapi nggak jadi ajah. mataku sakit.&lt;br /&gt;tadi talkshow ke eltira&lt;br /&gt;ntar semalaman masih ada acara&lt;br /&gt;opening night di via-via&lt;br /&gt;opening party di insomnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111156621258044932?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111156621258044932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111156621258044932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111156621258044932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111156621258044932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/authorrity.html' title='author(rity)'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111150052750404677</id><published>2005-03-22T21:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:08:47.506+07:00</updated><title type='text'>unblissful life</title><content type='html'>suddenly&lt;br /&gt;i feel it tormented&lt;br /&gt;i know there is no certainity in my life.&lt;br /&gt;bahkan setahun ini,&lt;br /&gt;my life seems like rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasanya ingin menyerah saja pada keadaan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111150052750404677?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111150052750404677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sorry, lagi jarang nulis. lagi sering diluar dan nggak sempat untuk buka blogger. lagi sibuk ajah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ya, itulah persiapan buat screening kamis, sabtu, ma minggu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;doain ya bisa sukses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;soale pengorganisirannya agak berantakan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;meski lebih baik dari yang dulu-dulu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tapi masih berdebar-debar, apakah penontonnya akan bagus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sejak pagi, aku dah keliling-keliling, ngirim undangan untuk press conference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trus tadi ma nino dan john ke sonora. anas talkshow di sana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trus sorenya rapat ma volunteer. sejauh ini apa yang aku takutkan nggak terjadi sih. seperti misalnya, soal volunteer yang dari q. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ternyata yang datang hanya 1 orang. sementara sisanya anak-anak kine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;jadi sepanjang ini masih terorganisir lah. entah kalo besok uki ngamuk atau volunteer2 itu datang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ya aku dah bilang, kalo hari ini final battlenya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nggak datang berarti batal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hari ini tampak diakhiri dengan sedih. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;di luar hujan dan dingin sekali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aku belum mandi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;baru aja makan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kayaknya proses translasi marquez itu nggak jadi deh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;agak bingung. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tapi rasanya aku dah gak punya rasa terkejut akan sesuatu. atau perasaan sedih atau bahagia yang terlalu ekstrem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kenapa ya semuanya beranjak biasa-biasa saja?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;agak kecewa sih &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tapi aku harus bagaimana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;emang harus menanggapi seperti apa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;agak nyesel ama proses kemaren di ip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;merasa rugi ajah, lari-lari. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ya, anggap aja sebagai paskah yang buruk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;arhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111149528498715950?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111149528498715950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111149528498715950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111149528498715950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111149528498715950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/rain.html' title='the rain'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111139492430247078</id><published>2005-03-21T15:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:48:44.303+07:00</updated><title type='text'>emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ini kayak lagunya destiny's child ajah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tapi semalam nangis-nangis, panik, nggak bisa tidur. kenapa? panik, takut gagal, dan segalanya menjadi berantakan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tapi untunglah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;itu perasaan putus asa yang temporary ajah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;love reactor nggak jadi bubar. manajernya nggak jadi putus asa....:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kasian banget ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111139492430247078?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111139492430247078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111139492430247078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111139492430247078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111139492430247078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/emotion.html' title='emotion'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111122168646533008</id><published>2005-03-19T15:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:41:26.466+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit jealousy</title><content type='html'>damn me!&lt;br /&gt;it's undeserved feeling, i want to kick it out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the days and the years pass me by&lt;br /&gt;like willow leaves fall down and pour on me&lt;br /&gt;who still am here, wondering what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to say and what to do&lt;br /&gt;better i keep my mouth off and let's wait what time will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepanjang ini aku tak tahu mesti berkata apa.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kenapa tiba-tiba aku merasa sangat posesif.&lt;br /&gt;dan orang yang tak pantas disebut namanya itu -saking nistanya?-- must be killed and eased from my memory.&lt;br /&gt;but he has came&lt;br /&gt;and what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;if only i can reverse the history&lt;br /&gt;or change the fate of bitter almond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it a bitter almond or rather, camellia flower?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111122168646533008?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111122168646533008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111122168646533008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111122168646533008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111122168646533008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/little-bit-jealousy.html' title='a little bit jealousy'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111113216753634761</id><published>2005-03-18T14:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T14:49:27.550+07:00</updated><title type='text'>end up like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yesterday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;andrees was here for the last time on his first visit to indonesia. he will go to kendari, sulawesi, surabaya, bali, lombok, hongkong, then go home at berlin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rather sad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trying not shed a tear hiks, hiks, hiks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and then the fuhrer called me when i was meeting at deket rumah cafe. i met gntr and dita there. he called me to come to ip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i went there and found panjul and mas maman only. dasar ngaco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i slept a few minutes, and he came to wake me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i, the fuhrer dan the director met to discuss several things related to the translation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was in the middle on nowhere and doubt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i am not confident to translate such master works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but i was not in the position to refuse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok then, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i will translate then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in 3 months then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;with strong and tight supervision of my fuhrer then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;with long long long discussion and process then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thanks god, that some people are patient like a  saint and cruel saddis like fascist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111113216753634761?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111113216753634761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111113216753634761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111113216753634761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111113216753634761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/end-up-like.html' title='end up like...'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111102831152346770</id><published>2005-03-17T09:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T09:58:31.526+07:00</updated><title type='text'>some review</title><content type='html'>vero is still sleepy. last night, love reactor had a meeting hm...not meeting,but doing some posters, like sticking the sticker and shared the posters. &lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i was very tired. &lt;br /&gt;from the morning, i finished all event material. i got pannic because the posters has not finished yet until 4.30 pm. ohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;but finally, we could finish it. and today, we will publish all the promotion material. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what would i tell you? &lt;br /&gt;first, about jack kerouac. i begin to read his novel, on the road. and it's really fascinating. now i am just getting 10 or more pages, but i think it's really exciting book. i think i would like to copy his pattern of writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, this morning, i listened to 3 doors down song, "let me go". &lt;br /&gt;i wonder, how come 3 doors down become so melancholic? &lt;br /&gt;this last album, titled "seventeen days" is gloomier than 2 previous album (better life, 2000 and away from the sun, 2002)&lt;br /&gt; i dont know why&lt;br /&gt;i remember, when the first time i listened to them, they were very rock, very american rock stylish. &lt;br /&gt;do their charity journey to africa with UN change their life, their mood especially?&lt;br /&gt;i just catch some terrible tone, misery rhyme, or something more like british band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i can still smell their style, but i suppose that they change a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and their song, "let me go", it's not actually hard,rather heartbreaking. and it's very sad. &lt;br /&gt;i hope i cant listen to another song in their latest album. hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111102831152346770?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111102831152346770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111102831152346770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111102831152346770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111102831152346770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-review.html' title='some review'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111096075035023999</id><published>2005-03-16T14:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T15:12:30.350+07:00</updated><title type='text'>unspeakable misery (but i survive)</title><content type='html'>it's the hot day. as always here, in Jogja.but Andrees got sick of being rained two days ago. hope he will get healthy soon. &lt;br /&gt;i was very tired, like last night i have written on my blog. &lt;br /&gt;but today, the heaviness is still here on mymind. &lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, i wanna go home and hide with myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i write unspeakable misery here, on my posting. but i feel that so sudden. i mean, just a few minutes ago, when somebody told his plan and i don't know how to cope with it. it's good story, then. &lt;br /&gt;but he is so irresistable that i can't pretend to be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard situation. anyway. &lt;br /&gt;i would like to tell about somebody whom i admire most but i can do nothing. &lt;br /&gt;no, no, it's not just admiration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's very mixed feeling and complex sitution. at least for me. &lt;br /&gt;i have tried to forget those matters last four days. and i succeded. but now &lt;br /&gt;he is coming down to me and easily tell about his plan. and it hurts me a lot. &lt;br /&gt;silently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know, i just try to be honest. &lt;br /&gt;i will survive. &lt;br /&gt;even it happened in a rush. when i realized that it happened that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku akan pulang koq. dan berpikir bahwa aku bisa menghadapi ini dengan wajar-wajar ajah. serius. &lt;br /&gt;i'm tough. i am tough. don't worry about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111096075035023999?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111096075035023999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111096075035023999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111096075035023999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111096075035023999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/unspeakable-misery-but-i-survive.html' title='unspeakable misery (but i survive)'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111090331941275226</id><published>2005-03-15T22:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:15:19.416+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the time of cholera</title><content type='html'>maaf,&lt;br /&gt;aku sengaja mengambil judul posting ini dengan judul novel gabriel garcia marquez. tau nggak sih lu, aku dalam keadaan yang sangat mengkhawatirkan: di ambang keputusasaaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopeless. energyless. weary. exhausted. dan malas berpikir. entah kenapa. &lt;br /&gt;rasanya capek banget. otakku terutama. pokoke penuh dilanda panik dan sumpek. yah, intinya susah banget konsentrasi dan berpikir keras. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ceritanya begini. hari ini sebenarnya nggak gitu banyak acara dan agenda. tapi aku mau mulai perhitungan nggak jadi-jadi juga. malah listriknya mati. &lt;br /&gt;trus sorenya ngobrol ma anak-anak soal persiapan event. sejaman lebih. ama dewi dan alia yang nanganin promosi ma tempat buat press screening. nah, dari sini, kepala dah denyut-denyut dan kepanikan tiba-tiba menyerangku. panic stricken gitu. &lt;br /&gt;kenapa ya? &lt;br /&gt;besok tiket ma sticker poster jadi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus sempat ngobrol agak lama ma astrid, dodi dan panjul. wah, bapak satu ini baru muncul, kemana ajah? (pengen hidup tenang, katanya....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus habis itu rapat ampe barusan aja pulang. ngecek banyak hal, mengconfirm banyak hal. pusing tujuh keliling deh. sakit kepala gitu. mesti berurusan banyak orang. belum lagi panik kalo eventnya gagal. arghhhhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;kenapa aku seperti ini? mungkin karena beban mental ajah kali ya. ada target yang mesti dikejar, jadi bawaaanya gugup mulu. juga rasa kurang percaya ama beberapa orang yang bikin aku emosi dan harus bersikap tegas (untuk hal satu ini, aku pikir aku masih rasional untuk agak marah2 dan tegas. biar dia belajar, rendah hati). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bingung antara urusan on/off dengan dalih, q dengan nino, poster special event dengan anak-anak, managing skenario untuk gntr bersama dita, volunteer dan urusan iklan dengan ita kine, belum lagi mesti ketemu dengan itong yang bawain buku. aduhhhhhhhh, kepalaku serasa di mana-mana ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemes deh. aku pusing gitu,otakku rasanya berat banget. it's the right time i end up my challenge. tapi gimana? banyak banget tawaran dan kerjaan. dan entah kenapa, aku jadi panik banget. padahal sih biasa saja, ini bukan event pertama. jadi nggak usah gugup gitu dong. &lt;br /&gt;ya, entahlah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan sekarang aku harus merevisi terjemahan novel marquez dan otakku sama sekali nggak di sini. pokoke masih pusing abisssssssss. masih ngelayap kemana-mana neeh konsentrasinya. padahal besok aku berjanji untuk present ini ke IP. si fuhrer tadi dah ngingetin.a duhhhh, ternyata dia serius. aku interpret-nya nggak je. kupikir hanya main-main semata. soale dia juga nggak hubung-hubungi, jadi ya nggak ngoyo amat. tiba-tiba dia dah di sini, bersiap dengan taring-taringnya yang lebih mengerikanku dari pada malam minggu sendiri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tadi dah konsultasi dengan mas mumu dan banyak sekali yang harus aku perbaiki. tapi gimana yak? otak aja nggak di sini. pusing abis deh. gimana coba, besok. &lt;br /&gt;ya, kalo sekedar, ditolak sih nggak apa-apa. malah kebetulan. coba gimana kalo dicuci otak trus diceramahi panjang lebar luas dalam. trus disuruh ganti ini ganti itu, disuruh revisi ini revisi itu. belum lagi dari pak bonar. &lt;br /&gt;aku sih sebenarnya nyantai aja di forum itu. pastilah jadi yunior yang mesti siap di brainwashing. tapi pertanggungjawabanku setelah itu,gimana? urusan ngomong sih gampang, tapi coba kalo aku benar2 harus memperbaiki? teks ini kan susah banget. gimana coba? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aduhhh, aku dah bayangin deh, aku nggak bakalan bebas dari cengkeraman fasis-fasis itu. itu baik untukku dalam beberapa hal. at least jadi belajar dan seriuslah. tapi kebayang kan sakit-sakit dan pecah pala? lu tega gitu, ngliatin gw kayak gitu. powerless dan speechless dan menyerah kalah , mengakui segenap ketidakberdayaan itu. arghhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makanya tuh aku nulis di sini, biar kepalanya agak ringan dikit. usaha ajah sih. soale blogger ini juga ngerusak konsentrasi gitu lohh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus tadi aku dah dibawain bukunya marquez yang ternyata clandestine di chili (agak kecewa, harganya kemahalan) ama evalunanya isabel allende. beli satu lagi, midnight children. katanya si fuhrer mau beli. aku sih pengen ajah. di rumah dah ada. tapi ngiler juga ya lihat buku itu. keren bangetssssssssssssssssssss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah ah. capek. mo bubuk ajah. besok? biarin. aku dah siap dibantai tanpa ampun. bener. paling mati doang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw i miss you.............)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111090331941275226?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111090331941275226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111090331941275226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111090331941275226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111090331941275226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-in-time-of-cholera.html' title='Life in the time of cholera'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111078230806190286</id><published>2005-03-14T12:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T13:38:28.063+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hemingway in the end</title><content type='html'>oh, siang ini aku akan melengkapi review-ku yang kemaren soal karya ernest hemingway, si teladan bagi banyak penulis cerita pendek dan penulis cerita tidak pendek. &lt;br /&gt;aku baru menyelesaikannya kemaren. dengan penuh perjuangan tentu. karena seperti yang sudah kubilang sebelumnya, inggrisnya sangat menyebalkan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ternyata, setelah aku baca-baca dan aku pikir-pikir lagi (ciee...serius amat yak??), novel yang berjudul to have and have not ini bercerita tentang kehidupan harry morgan. &lt;br /&gt;seperti yang telah kutulis sebelumnya, si tokoh ini adalah nelayan yang hidup dan bekerja di perbatasan amerika serikat dan kuba. di novel ini rasanya tidak disebut nama kotanya. tapi dekat sekali dengan miami, kurasa. &lt;br /&gt;di novel ini banyak digambarkan kehidupan migran cuba, trus soal hukum, trus soal orang-orang kulit hitam, juga bar freddy (yang slalu kubayangkan mirip di film-film), kehidupan albert, dan harry sendiri dengan anak-anak perempuannya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah aku membaca lagi daftar isi, aku baru sadar kalau cerita ini memang berkisar di kehidupan harry. dia bukan orang kaya, justru sebaliknya sangat miskin. &lt;br /&gt;dia harus melakukan banyak pekerjaan illegal, seperti merampok bank, menyelundupkan orang-orang cuba dan amerika serikat, dlsb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tau nggak endingnya gimana? setelah halaman 170, harry merencanakan untuk menyelundupkan orang-orang china. tetapi kemudian dia malah membantu orang-orang radikal dari cuba yang merampok bank di amerika serikat. kayaknya perjalanannya sulit banget. karena tangannya tertembak. tapi di endingnya tiba-tiba dia mati. kayaknya sih semua gagal. &lt;br /&gt;soale hemingway malah cerita soal orang-orang yang hidup di kapal-kapal itu. mulai dari seorang keluarga orang kaya, orang-orang kuba, orang-orang negro, hingga harry sendiri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perampokan itu gagal. semua orang mati, termasuk harry. tapi aku sebenarnya nggak ngerti siapa coba yang menembak dia. penjaga pantai menemukannya dalam keadaan sekarat. harry mati di rumah sakit. &lt;br /&gt;dah gitu ajah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku agak bingung dengan endingnya sih, tapi agak ngeri juga. maksudnya, cerita ini berakhir tragis. dan tidak satu pun yang berhasil. harry sendiri mati dalam perjuangannya mencari uang, guna menghidupi istrinya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan demikianlah, marie, istrinya menangis, dan mengenangnya sebagai pahlawan keluarga. &lt;br /&gt;mungkin saja ini mencerminkan kondisi masyarakat miskin amerika yak. bahwa ini kisah personal yang mencerminkan betapa susahnya menjadi orang kalah di amerika sana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayaknya gitu deh hikmahnya he...:)&lt;br /&gt;aku sekarang lagi baca nusa jawa dan steinbeck yang sanctuary. lebih asik dari hemingway. at least, pembukaanya dah feminis banget. oke deh. gitu yak. besok mo pinjem jack kerouac sih. dan by the river of piedra, i sat and wep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111078230806190286?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111078230806190286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111078230806190286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111078230806190286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111078230806190286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/hemingway-in-end.html' title='hemingway in the 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111064370257883564</id><published>2005-03-12T23:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T23:08:22.580+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy index 14:The Crying Tree of Mercury</title><content type='html'>(taken from Machina: The machines of god, smashing pumpkins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song I've been singing my whole life &lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting like a knife &lt;br /&gt;To cut open your heart &lt;br /&gt;And bleed my soul to you &lt;br /&gt;I did it all for you &lt;br /&gt;You and you and you and you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sound I've been making my whole life &lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this night &lt;br /&gt;To clear up all the talk &lt;br /&gt;Althought I'm selfish to a fault &lt;br /&gt;Is it selfish it's you I want &lt;br /&gt;You I did it all for you &lt;br /&gt;This love will stand as long as you &lt;br /&gt;There's really no excuse &lt;br /&gt;I did it all for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the tears I've been crying my whole life &lt;br /&gt;Like an ocean of desire &lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching thru the noise &lt;br /&gt;Across the dusk of time &lt;br /&gt;Within the lilting lies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SINGING OUT TO YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111064370257883564?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111064370257883564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111064370257883564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111064370257883564'/><link rel='self' 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memakai celana jeans kucelnya, &lt;br /&gt;dan suaranya yang kering telah terbang di sudut-sudut kamar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kini, ia mengharap dalam pelan&lt;br /&gt;sangat dalam &lt;br /&gt;dan aku seperti judul lagu ini&lt;br /&gt;untuknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin dia akan pergi&lt;br /&gt;karena dia bukan milikku&lt;br /&gt;dan aku telah mencintainya dengan benar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku akan berharap&lt;br /&gt;meski mungkin akhir bukanlah di tanganku&lt;br /&gt;aku akan berharap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia tak akan pergi&lt;br /&gt;karena dia tak pernah datang&lt;br /&gt;he is mine&lt;br /&gt;always be&lt;br /&gt;and keep here&lt;br /&gt;light my cold heart&lt;br /&gt;he never belongs to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku teringat dialog-dialog dalam jerry maguire&lt;br /&gt;renee zelwegger:&lt;br /&gt;"i love him, i love him, i tell you, i love him"&lt;br /&gt;kemudian:&lt;br /&gt;"if you love her, you have to tell her"&lt;br /&gt;but anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan aku tetap seperti springteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you in her house&lt;br /&gt;If you come knockin' late at night&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you in her mouth&lt;br /&gt;If the words you say are right&lt;br /&gt;If you pay the price&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But there's a secret garden she hides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku akan bercerita padamu. suatu kali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you in her car&lt;br /&gt;To go drivin' round&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you into the parts of herself&lt;br /&gt;That'll bring you down&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you in her heart&lt;br /&gt;If you got a hammer and a vise&lt;br /&gt;But into her secret garden, don't think twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan kata-kata yang menghibur diri-sendiri,&lt;br /&gt;You've gone a million miles&lt;br /&gt;How far'd you get&lt;br /&gt;To that place where you can't remember&lt;br /&gt;And you can't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll lead you down a path&lt;br /&gt;There'll be tenderness in the air&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you come just far enough&lt;br /&gt;So you know she's really there&lt;br /&gt;She'll look at you and smile&lt;br /&gt;And her eyes will say&lt;br /&gt;She's got a secret garden&lt;br /&gt;Where everything you want&lt;br /&gt;Where everything you need&lt;br /&gt;Will always stay&lt;br /&gt;A million miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukankah, kau tak bisa pergi dariku?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111064334378841380?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111064334378841380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111064334378841380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hari ini agak aneh ya. dari pagi aku nyuci dan nyetrika, lama banget, karena nggak pernah sempat melakukannya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;semalaman nggak bisa tidur. akhirnya aku mengisinya dengan membaca to have and to have not-nya hemingway (judulnya bener nggak sih?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aku dah masuk ke halaman 170-an setelah berusaha keras memahami bahasanya yang susah banget. nggak tau tuh, bahasa inggris darimana ya? rasanya koq sulit banget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;novel ini bercerita tentang harry morgan. seorang nelayan di teluk (kurasa) miami, karena banyak sekali bercerita tentang cuba dan amerika serikat. ya di daerah-daerah perbatasan dan larangan antara cuba dan AS kali ya. soalnya berisi bagaimana orang-orang Cuba merampok di AS untuk biaya revolusi. juga bagaimana kehidupan di daerah-daerah perbatasan Amerika Serikat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pada mulanya aku sama sekali nggak suka novel ini. bagaimana bisa suka? inggrisnya kasar, nggak ngeh, sulit banget, banyak slanknya, trus ceritanya sangat amerika serikat sekali. soal seorang tokoh yang langsung kubayangkan seperti cowboy-cowboy di film-filmnya clint eastwood. dan aku sama sekali nggak suka film2 kayak gitu. kayaknya maskulin banget gitu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nah, inilah yang kurasakan setelah membaca hemingway. sama sekali nggak nyaman. mana realistik banget. nggak ada imajinasinya sama sekali. lurus, efisien, pokoke amerika serikat banget deh. anglo saxon. beda banget ma amerika latin atau india. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nah, semakin lama, aku semakin paham ceritanya. dan ternyata agak dalam bok. maksudnya, aku baru ngeh aja ceritanya. novel ini kan bercerita tentang harry morgan yang miskin dan tak punya pilihan selain membantu penyelunduk atau perampok2 Cuba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aku ingat dialog2nya bersama Roberto. aduhhh. rasanya sakit dan dalam gitu. persis yang aku rasakan ketika membaca belovednya toni morrison. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kenapa ya penulis amerika suka gitu? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dia bilang, fuck off revolution. i dont care about your revolution. wong dia makan saja sulit. boro2 mikirin revolusi. aduhhh. membaca ini bikin hatinya sakit. rasanya hidup di amerika tuh berat banget. dan hidup sebagai harry morgan itu lebih berat dari apapun. lebih kejam dari rasisme sekalipun. karena hidupnya benar2 tidak untuk memilih. dia harus menghadapi kemiskinannya, ketidakberdayaannya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;apa sih yang lebih kejam dari hidup, selain bahwa kita menjalaninya meski kita  nggak ingin dan kita sudah kalah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kita tak pernah menang pada hidup. kita dilahirkan untuk kalah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oke, aku akan mengakhirinya di sini. soale masih tersisa beberapa puluh halaman. jadi endingnya akan aku confirm besok-besok yak. biar pada penasaran. aku mungkin akan bikin reviewnya secara lebih lengkap. kalo sempat sih....:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trus abis nyetrika yak? ohhh, rapat film di TBY. aduhhh,koq aku seolah-olah jadi asistennya bu dian. tapi kayaknya rapat ini cukup menguntungkan LOVE REACTOR sih, jadi good deal -lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aku sih propose supaya kita jadi official eo screening rutin. daripada nunggu yang lain, nggak maju-maju je. kan susah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ya, udah. diterima.lagian yang lain dah oldskull gitu. ahh, mana tahan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trus diskusi di aky soal romanticism literature dengan mbak silvia tiwon. agak berat yak. soale lebih ke filosofi gitu.kalo nggak tau sejarah, mati juga. jadi diskusinya nggak terlalu hidup. meski temanya asik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ntar aku bikin review soale pengetahuanku tentang ini juga sangat terbatas. baru juga baca pagi tadi, tulisan tomy soal schiller. belum dicerna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;barusan makan malam di cafe gadjah wong. huuuu....tom yangnya enak bangetssss. eh, ada satu reccomend tempat minum asik. di depan gadjah wong. namanya liquid. alcohol only.  wah, kayaknya mesti dicoba neeh. tapi kayaknya sih lagi nggak gitu suka minum. tapi tadi minum bir juga sih he......:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dah ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aku dengerin lagu-lagunya chryse neeh. aneh ya. koq judul postingnya lonely heart club? aku cuma teringat sebuah judul lagu atau club yang kubaca di encyclopedia of rock and roll terbitan the rolling stone ajah. kayaknya sih asik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;btw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kayaknya ada yang lagi balas dendam neeh. apa maksudnya ngilang gitu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sekali lagi, dah ya. mo mandi dan nerusin translate. terimakasih. selamat malam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111063876354271870?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111063876354271870/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111029815400792447</id><published>2005-03-08T22:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:09:14.010+07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy street</title><content type='html'>ya ampun, nek, gw hari ini sibuk bangets. eh, sibuk apa pura-pura sibuk ya?&lt;br /&gt;tapi ya koq, rasanya berjalan dari meeting ke meeting. &lt;br /&gt;ampun, sok seleb amat sih. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagi-pagi, eh, siang-siang (karena bangun siang) langsung di depan komputer. soale bangun kesiangan. mau ke kampus nggak jadi. ya udah, benerin terjemahan ajah. lagian mesti ngecek beberapa client. &lt;br /&gt;tapi pagi-pagi nino dah datang, memastikan jadinya event itu, &lt;br /&gt;trus aku langsung book societed. dilempar-lempar. ihhhh.&lt;br /&gt;tapi akhirnya bisa juga. besok baru mo nego. semoga bisa cut fare banyak bangets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semoga. berdoa deh. &lt;br /&gt;abis itu, rapat di dekat rumah jam tiga ampe sore banget. ngebahas persiapan festival ma anak-anak. bentar kemudian, nino ma ferdi datang, ngefix in semua. &lt;br /&gt;abis itu, langsung ke kantor, ada rapat budgeting aceh. lama banget. &lt;br /&gt;jam sembilan janjian ketemu mas johan yang punya film banyak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan jam segini aku baru bisa istirahat dari seluruh kesibukan itu. arghh. thanks god. &lt;br /&gt;tapi asik sih. mentalnya kan mental event.....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love will keep us or break us, &lt;br /&gt;that's us. he...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111029815400792447?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111029815400792447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111029815400792447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111029815400792447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111029815400792447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/busy-street.html' title='busy street'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111026375916292179</id><published>2005-03-08T09:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T13:35:59.163+07:00</updated><title type='text'>smash</title><content type='html'>seharian ini dengerin lagu-lagu smashing pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;setelah lama tidak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimana gitu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111026375916292179?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111026375916292179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111026375916292179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111026375916292179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111026375916292179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/smash.html' title='smash'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111025984491315282</id><published>2005-03-08T09:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T12:30:44.920+07:00</updated><title type='text'>gloomy index 13:Zum Gluck</title><content type='html'>Guten tag, na.&lt;br /&gt;aku kemarin bersama Vino ke Centro. aku tidak tahu apakah itu ide yang bagus, tapi tampaknya ia dalam keadaan putus asa saat memutuskan itu. aku telah bersepakat untuk datang ke jakarta convention center, nonton java jazz, biasanya dia cukup berminat dengan hal-hal yang terdengar intelektual seperti itu, tapi dia bilang dia tidak bisa karena harus ke luar kota, pulang ke bandung, ayahnya tiba-tiba memanggilnya. aneh. &lt;br /&gt;akhirnya aku menonton java jazz sendirian, nonton beberapa sesi simak dialog, si tohpati makin asik ajah, kemudian james brown si i feel good. &lt;br /&gt;dan kemarin tiba-tiba vino mengajakku ke centro dan bukankah itu mengerikan? maksudku, bagaimana bisa aku beralih dari swing gitu ke rave? &lt;br /&gt;aku tidak terlalu suka centro sebenarnya, mungkin vino pun tak suka. tapi entah mengapa ide itu melintas di kepala. dulu, sebelum jadi sperti sekarang, aku pernah diminta menjadi manajer sebuah production dj yang linenya ke drum and bass. kata vino, scene ini jarang diminati dan paling jarang peminatnya di indonesia. dan inilah yang membuat orang-orang yang bergerak di drum and bass adalah orang-orang yang idealis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sering mengurusi berbagai kepentingan anak-anak itu. kami sering datang ke club-club, tapi tidak sembarang club. anak-anak itu justru lebih sering main di club-club kecil, bukan di diskotek-diskotek yang hardline. aku tidak tahu mengapa. sebagai manajer aku kadang berpikir, bahwa bagaimana sebuah band bisa besar tanpa datang ke club-club besar. tapi begitulah, aku baru tahu kalau orang-orang seperti mereka (yang party animal banget) adalah orang-orang yang punya pilihan juga. &lt;br /&gt;biasanya kita main di lounge-lounge yang berkapasitas tak lebih dari 500 orang, dengan perjumpaan yang intens, dan orang-orang yang emang selected banget. aku sendiri secara ideologis maupun teknis, tidak terlalu tahu apa beda scene drum and bass dengan scene yang lain, kayak hardhouse atau tribal. rasanya sih sama aja. yang membedakan adalah kemampuan spinning mereka saja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resminya, aku di line manajer, tapi aku kadang juga harus pegang kamera untuk mendokumentasikan aksi mereka di turn table. dan setelah aku sadari, lama-kelamaan, ternyata aku lebih suka memegang kamera daripada harus menjadi manajer atau stylish yang mesti mempersiapkan segala sesuatu sebelum mereka main, mulai dari mempersiapkan baju hingga alkohol (hingga akhir karirku sebagai manajer mereka, aku tidak pernah mau memegang atau bahkan membelikan ganja). memegang kamera membuatku mengamati berbagai macam orang dan berbagai detail. aku memiliki dokumentasi wajah orang-orang. aku tidak belajar still photo tapi aku suka sekali memotret orang, atau merekam orang. bagiku, esensi sebuah seni, kalo itu bisa dianggap seni, adalah pada gerak, pada manusia, bukan benda-benda atau binatang. aku memang tidak pernah terlalu suka dengan animal planet atau discovery channel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pernah mengantarkan anak-anakku itu ke parkinsound. aku tahu acara ini sejak lama, sudah sejak tahun 2000 kalau nggak salah, dan aku selalu memiliki dokumentasi publikasi mereka (poster, katalog, dll). aku sering juga ketemu anak-anak energy room. anak-anakku bersahabat dengan mereka. dan they are cool. maksudku, aku seperti menemukan kehidupan haciendanya tony wilson di sini. agak aneh menemukan anak-anak orang kaya itu berpikir agak strict dan idealis. idealis seperti apa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak-anak orang kaya? iya, kamu tau kan na, siapa orang-orang yang bisa datang ke diskotek-diskotek dan lounge-lounge di sini. nggak mungkin nggak kaya. atau sebutlah , nggak mungkin nggak punya uang banyak. soalnya harga masuk pun bisa dipakai untuk uang makan seminggu. &lt;br /&gt;dan setiap aku ke club-club itu, aku selalu mendokumentasikan atau melihat orang-orang yang bagus-bagus, ganteng-ganteng, cantik-cantik, dengan baju mereka yang seksi-seksi dan bermerek, dan alat transportasi mereka yang berupa mobil. aku sudah tidak mau berdebat dari mana mereka berasal. dan kalau sudah masuk ke club-club seperti itu, aku serasa tidak di Jogja kadang. saat di jakarta, aku sudah merasa ini bukan di Indonesia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagiku, hal yang tak masuk akal pun bisa terjadi di sini. dan entah, itu kelebihan atau kelemahan. di luar sana, di perempatan-perempatan lampu merah, anak-anak kucel meminta receh untuk bertahan hidup. di sini, di tempat ini, uang jutaan pun bisa melayang dalam sehari. tapi bagaimana lagi? aku tidak bisa menerimanya selain sebagai sebuah kenyataaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak-anakku pun juga bukan orang sembarangan. banyakan anak orang kayalah, pengusaha atau pejabat negara. aku sebenarnya tidak mau menyebut secara detail. tapi vino juga tahu, orang-orang macam apa yang bisa membeli laptop, kamera digital, communicator, effect, turntable, mobil dan gadget-gadget keren itu. mereka sangat modis, sangat pintar, sangat well informed, dan sangat well culture. dan kita tidak perlu bertanya mengapa. karena uang telah menjawab segalanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soal kehidupan di balik kecerdasan mereka, di balik kemegahan mereka, di balik gelimang harta dan pesta yang bisa mereka lakukan tiap hari, aku tidak bisa meng-confirm banyak. seperti soal alkohol, soal sex, soal yang lain-lain? aduhhh. aku tidak mau mengatakan lebih karena aku tidak mau judgemental. tetapi kalau boleh bilang, memang tidak baik-baik saja. &lt;br /&gt;mereka orang yang bisa dengan mudah membeli ganja dan narkotika (pernah pada suatu perjalanan ke sebuah club, semua orang mabuk di mobil dan hanya aku yang sadar karena hanya minum calpico soda sehat), party sampai jam empat pagi, kemudian pulang di kesunyian subuh sambil mendengarkan lagu-lagu melankoli dari radio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan na, vino mengajak ke centro kemaren. ulang tahun mereka. djnya yonathan yeo sama anak 1945 mf. siapa, aku lupa. hostnya banyak sih, selebritis2 gitu. tapi astrid nggak datang. entah kenapa. aku kenal beberapa dan bertemu beberapa, tapi tidak banyak ngobrol. ngobrol di diskotek, please deh. &lt;br /&gt;aku sebenarnya agak takut dengan keriuhan club begini, beberapa saat lalu, seorang kaya, salah satu direktur konglomerasi bisnis media, menembak seorang waiter di sebuah bar  mahal dalam perayaan tahun baru. itu betul-betul kejadian yang aneh dan memalukan. &lt;br /&gt;laki-laki itu benar-benar menembak waiter itu gara-gara minuman habis atau apa, aku tidak terlalu paham. tapi skandal itu betul-betul memalukan karena si empunya pestol baru mabuk. dan di kepolisian dia sempat menolak tuduhan bahwa dialah yang punya pistol itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua media menyorot kasus ini. bukan hanya karena ini kriminal, tapi lebih karena pelakunya orang kaya dan terkenal. aku tahu, masyarakat pun ingin pengadilan menjatuhkan hkukuman setimpal bagi orang ini. tapi berharap dengan pengadilan indonesia? aku betul-betul patah arang. orang kaya selalu memiliki cara untuk menghindarkan diri dari skandal seperti itu. lihat saja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku takut hal itu terjadi di club-club lain. bukankah sungguh masuk akal menemukan satu orang maniak di tengah belantara ibukota seperti ini? di tengah-tengah orang-orang yang sedang tidak terlalu sadar ini? mungkin ada yang sadar juga, tapi bagaimana kericuhan seperti itu bisa dicegah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vino tenang2 saja, sejak kembali dari bandung, tampangnya memang tambah sok misterius dan tenang. mungkin kena peringatan keras dari sang bapak untuk tidak berbengal-bengal lagi. tapi setahuku, bapaknya bukan orang yang suka melarang-larang atau konservatif. tapi entahlah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku hanya memesan aqua dingin, tanpa es. agak memalukan yak? vino meminum baileynya. kami terduduk di sofa cream sambil melihat orang-orang bertubuh dan bebaju indah berseliweran. oh, ya acara ini bertema do you remember your first love? &lt;br /&gt;aku nggak ingat. ada-ada saja. buat apa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu betul-betul aneh. aku sepertinya memang tidak punya ingatan, sehingga tidak pernah punya cukup catatan untuk cinta pertamaku. dan apa pentingnya untukku sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sperti orang ilang di centro. kemarin malam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111025984491315282?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/feeds/111025984491315282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347904&amp;postID=111025984491315282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111025984491315282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347904/posts/default/111025984491315282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pravdavero.blogspot.com/2005/03/gloomy-index-13zum-gluck.html' title='gloomy index 13:Zum Gluck'/><author><name>vero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161759321721595813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111025021229113553</id><published>2005-03-08T09:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T09:50:12.293+07:00</updated><title type='text'>morning [un]sickness</title><content type='html'>and find you &lt;br /&gt;not beside my head sih&lt;br /&gt;but out here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cakit yak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku hanya nyengir. &lt;br /&gt;you make me fool. &lt;br /&gt;sebel dech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will make it.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't reccomend your treachery. &lt;br /&gt;sungguh. &lt;br /&gt;enak ajah. &lt;br /&gt;i am not talented to be the second yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347904-111025021229113553?l=pravdavero.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347904.post-111021657785109209</id><published>2005-03-07T23:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T00:29:37.856+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aku lagi dengerin lagu radiohead yang no surprise, yang aku suka banget,yang terdengar agak sedih, agak biasa, agak datar, agak dalam, dan agak-agak yang lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw aku capek.&lt;br /&gt;dari tadi pagi, ngurusin keuangan yang nggak balance-balance. aku ampe bingung, kenapa neeh dan kemana uangnya, koq nggak pas antara debit dan kredit&lt;br /&gt;pekerjaan finance memang kadang bukan pekerjaan yang menyenangkan&lt;br /&gt;meski setelah menyelesaikannya, aku merasa senang dan bahagia banget,&lt;br /&gt;kayak habis berlatih matematika&lt;br /&gt;dan aku menang di logika&lt;br /&gt;ya sih, aku baru sempat sekarang buat beres-beresin semua itu,&lt;br /&gt;kemaren-kemaren sibuk dan keganggu hal-hal lain&lt;br /&gt;jadi hari ini bertekad menyelesaikannya dan selesai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus abis itu, dalam keadaan mata nyeri abis, karena semalam juga nangis2,&lt;br /&gt;ngelanjutin translateku yang buku love in&lt;br /&gt;aduhhh, aku nggak pede neeh, soale banyak idiom yang aku nggak tau bagaimana cara nanganinnya,&lt;br /&gt;ternyata susah juga ya,&lt;br /&gt;susahnya pas masukin emosinya,&lt;br /&gt;aku merasa terjemahannya masih garing, belum bertenaga&lt;br /&gt;dan aku pengen agak dalam gitu..&lt;br /&gt;aku dah merasa nggak pede, tapi kata si fuhrer, kalo jelek, kan tinggal disiksa ajah. apa maksudnya? apakah akan terjadi lagi semacam aniaya dan dera, seperti yang sudah-sudah?membayangkannya pun aku sudah gentar. bukannya takut,&lt;br /&gt;tapi aduhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus abis itu, baru sebentar istirahat, trus ke kedai kebun,&lt;br /&gt;rapat film ama anak-anak Q.&lt;br /&gt;yaampun, rapate lutu banget deh. btw si nino emang pinter ya. kayaknya dia cocok deh diposisi itu. abe tuh lutu banget. suka nyolok gitu lohh. didit juga. ampunnnn, mereka bikin gw ketawa-ketawa pait gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus aku dah telepon mas abduh, katanya sih pasti. awas kalo nggak jadi. aku pukulin.&lt;br /&gt;pokokke rain maker gagal, love reactor bubar. lohh, bener loh. abis kita nggakpunya proyeksi sih .banyak yang bisa dikerjain sih, tapi planningnya kaco betul. lah, aku juga terbagi-bagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mo ketemu ririn aja nggak sempat. padahal aku dah janjian.&lt;br /&gt;i miss bu ririn. mo curhat....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi tadi pagi,&lt;br /&gt;dalam  somber mood yang tiba-tiba menyerangku, (sejak semalam), aku baru menyadari bahwa yap,&lt;br /&gt;cinta itu meskipun, bukan karena&lt;br /&gt;nggak tau deh dapat ide dari mana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi sepanjang perjalanan tadi pagi, ke bank, dan dalam cahaya yang rentan,&lt;br /&gt;aku harus mengakui dan mengulang lirik dogstar suatu kali.&lt;br /&gt;honesty anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku mesti mengakui bahwa dalam kasus ini aku kalah dan aku harus secara jujur mengakui bahwa meskipun, meskipun, dan meskipun,&lt;br /&gt;he influences me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;nggak tau apa ini sebentuk --mengutip marquez-- convenience, atau ini kekaguman, atau ini hal lain&lt;br /&gt;tak tahu persisnyalah.&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku kini mengakui segalanya, bahwa a lot of goods in him,&lt;br /&gt;dan meskipun...&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, yang jadi forbidden bahwa meskipun dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nggak jelas kan. karena ini amat sangat susahnya. lebih dari sepuluh laporan keuangan yang harus jadi dalam satu hari. percayalah. tapi ya, dengan lapang dada, dengan besar hati, aku akan berkata bahwa aku mulai menyadari kehadirannya sebagai sesuatu yang penting, sesuatu yang tak terelakkan, sesuatu yang patut disambut dengan senyum serta wahhh.....&lt;br /&gt;bahwa alasan slama ini bahwa he is not my type, terbantai oleh realitas dan adjustment2 yang terjadi kemudian&lt;br /&gt;entah dia yang kompromi atau&lt;br /&gt;aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fase itu telah aku lewati,&lt;br /&gt;kini tertinggal fase yang lebih berat,&lt;br /&gt;untuk setia atau berkhianat terhadap pilihan&lt;br /&gt;god, i am damned to love him.&lt;br /&gt;that's really big problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan aku tadi bertemu seseorang yang dengan --entah sengaja atau tidak-- santai bercerita tentang masa lalu dia. yang kemaren pas wednesday juga ditulis secara tak sengaja oleh teman, tapi aku belum menyadarinya.&lt;br /&gt;tuhan, aku kadang tak percaya pada kebetulan. tapi how come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dari kedai kebun tadi, aku tuh masih berpikir agak dalam. koq bisa?&lt;br /&gt;yaampun, dan dia ternyata .....arghh....&lt;br /&gt;ya, sih, setiap orang punya masa lalu,&lt;br /&gt;tapi tidak kalau itu berhubungan dengan seseorang yang kau jumpai hampir tiap hari dan kau menganggap di antara mereka tidak pernah ada apa-apa&lt;br /&gt;dan sekarang,&lt;br /&gt;after all the secret revealed,&lt;br /&gt;apa coba yang harus aku lakukan? apakah aku akan menerimanya sebagai masa lalunya? atau ini seperti tahap berikutnya setelah aku merukunkan diri dengan tahap pertama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaampun, susahnya untuk mencintai.&lt;br /&gt;ampun.&lt;br /&gt;apakah aku benar-benar begitu? jangan2 tidak. ahhh. mencintai? please deh, singkirkan kata ini&lt;br /&gt;hanya bikin penyakit saja,&lt;br /&gt;tapi soal omongan seseorang yang dulu begitu kenal itu,&lt;br /&gt;aduhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;kenapa jadi begini?&lt;br /&gt;aku nggak tau mesti gimana. mau mundur gimana. maju gimana. kayaknya sih masih relax ajah. toh dia juga biasa ajah ama aku. at least, kalo ini unrequited love aku nggak akan merasakannya sebagai bitter almond.&lt;br /&gt;but how come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tau nggak sih, aku masih susah percaya.&lt;br /&gt;dasar, anak itu buaya juga yak.&lt;br /&gt;but sabodo teuinglah.&lt;br 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