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I dunno actually why the movie was banned to play at Indonesian cinemas. Lotta people told that Indonesian government raised objection to the movie, coz the movie impressed that Indonesia was a sadistic country for East Timorese who actually was its own ones.

Photo from http://fresh.co.il

Last week Indonesia’s Film Censor Bureau was criticized coz it banned Balibo movie played at Indonesian cinemas. Balibo is a film made by Australia which exposed five of Australian journalists who died while they were covering the battle at East Timor (today: Timor Leste). According to the movie, those journalists died coz Indonesian soldiers shot them.

Read more here..

Tags: Balibo movie, censored, East Timor, Timor Leste

Down on knees, together, in a basement of Bandung Supermal. Photo by Vicky Laurentina.

Definitely, this is not a picture of butts exhibition.

Once upon a time in States, a store was shocked coz a bunch of their customer which looked like Arabic suddenly did an odd ritual at the corner of the place’s storage. That year “9/11″ event has just been happened, and ever since that shitty day, all “weird” behavior of Muslims was made into stories excessively. When police came to check those Arabics, they found out that instead of going to mess up, those customers were just going to pray Maghrib. Those Americans were shocked coz they never saw a person did “shalat”.

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I think, Indonesia is a unique country coz most of its citizens still admit that they pray, though sometimes they skip from church, temple, or mosque. There’s a good reason why Friday becomes a leeway among working days in Indonesia. The hectic 9-5 rush hours suddenly must be.. (read more here..)

Tags: Friday, Islam, mall, pray

Dancers always make me wonder. They can move around their bodies according to the rhythm. But I never thought that massal dance can be difficult. Especially if they’re captured by an amateur photographer like me.

As I watched a dance by three girls from a Jogja university in Bandung Indah Plaza four days ago, I realized that slow dancing was much riskier than fast one. Coz, in slow rhythm, the motion’s difference between one dancer and the other one is so easy to be seen by the audiences.

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People often understand about parents’ cry when their children mess up their parents’ life. But I almost never hear that people will understand about children’s cry when their parents mess up the children’s.

What would you do when your parents ill? A friend of mine, just call her name Fredlyn, recently has been complaining. Her old man sounds been sick. It’s not really bad, probably some kinda obese and arthralgia. But I assume that’s disturbing. Obese makes people lazy. And the joint-ache has been troubling that man from moving his arm.

Gosh! And now they keep me from emping?! Photo from http://telegraph.co.uk

According my colleague who cured him, the dad should stop eating purin. And quit smoking. Fredlyn has been helping to limit the diet at home. But the dad got furious, coz he felt been restricted from delicious foods.

As a doctor, I saw Fredlyn might’ve misunderstood about the diet. Actually it’s not about fully restriction from delicious food at all, but it’s just necessary to decrease the portion. But the big problem ain’t Fredlyn. The error point is her dad denies from making up the menu and quitting from cigar.

Fredlyn’s effort to treat her dad has been obstructed since last week the dad declared to quit the therapy. Briefly, the dad gave up from recovering. Fredlyn cried.

I understand what made Fredlyn sad. There’s no children who are happy to see their parents ill. That’s why children always try to keep their parents fit. The problem is, the parents decline healthy life.

People wants to get old in laugh, instead of mourning. Photo from http://todaysseniornetwork.com

I’m sure that Fredlyn ain’t the only one. There are lotta other children suffer coz their parents make too much scene. My mom has been sad coz her mom (my grandma) has been furious if her children (my mom, my uncles, and my aunts) are not around her at 10 am, though it’s office hour. My dad’s been upset coz his mom sacked an housekeeper that we sent for her, though without the housekeeper my grandma won’t be able to clean up the house well. I’ve been also mad at my dad coz recently he didn’t wanna quit snacking chips at midnight, ignoring the fact that he’s diabetic.

We, the children, wants our parents reserved, fit, and being understanding. But parents refused from listening to the solution that we create. Meanwhile, they can’t give better solution for their own good, either. In fact, since Fredlyn’s dad got ill, all he’s been doing is just grousing her around. My mom’s mother has been frustrated of loneliness, that makes her often phoning her children’s office, only to call them home. Last week someone stupid has broken the water pipe at town, made the PAM must switch off water from streaming to houses. That made my grandma had to bail the well alone coz she had sacked the housekeeper. And now I should insulinize my dad. Briefly, when parents mess up, that’s when children are annoyed.

Stay young, stay fit. Being old is about age, instead about mental. Photo from http://divaasia.com

If only children are disaffected, they should’ve been yelling, “Mom, Dad, please don’t be silly!” Parents don’t wanna understand, as they ill, children gets troubled. It’s hectic, and it’s sad. Parents may say to the children, just mind their own business, no need to care about parents, at least parents will die coz they’ve been aging. They never care that as parents die, children gets sad coz nobody will pray for them anymore.

I understand, as someone gets old, problems come up. There’s degradation of organ system’s function at body. There’s degradation of ability to keep their selves from accident. There’s degradation of ability to thinking. But after I saw lotta people start to grouse much as they get old, I’ve started to wonder, as we’re getting older, is there any degradation of mental to be a good person, too?

More aging a person is, then more getting sucks the person becomes.

And I don’t wanna be like that.

Please enjoy your single stage. Coz one half of your life, is ruined by your children. While another half, is ruined by your parents.

Tags: parents

Who said that only relationship can split? Friendship can, also. And its impact is much worse. Sucks, coz the problem can’t end only by a breaking-up. Coz, the memory of the friendship, will still remain.

Friendship can also split, too. And sometimes the impact is much worse than a broken relationship. Photo from http://bollywood.celebden.com

My friend, just call her name Marion, has a clique. They used to go brunch often, and hang out together more often. Then once upon a time, the clique argued. Finally, one of the clique’s member, just call her name Uma, signed out from the gang.

Marion and her fellas felt losing Uma. Nine people, minus Uma, felt something had been missing. But Uma refused to sign in back. Uma hasn’t felt comfy with the group anymore.

It’s more uncomfortable coz the clique works in the same place. Attends the same conference room. In fact, nine of them often interact in the same meeting point. But right when they reveal out of the room, Uma turns to be a stranger for them.

Once upon a time, I went to Marion’s room and view the clique’s photo, got stucked on Marion’s bulletin board. They were holding hand-in-hand, smiling to the camera. Uma was in the picture, too, she laughed out to the camera, too. They looked solid. They must’ve made the photo before the friendship broke up.

I asked why they didn’t make another new photo without Uma. Marion said, they had no time coz they were busy with each stuffs of their own. So Marion just keeps that photo. But Marion covered Uma’s figure with an expired symposium brochure. Uma’s position was at the corner of the line.

Marion was blue coz she was lost her friend. Uma’s picture in the photo broke her heart. Then she covered up Uma’s face, so she didn’t always keep reminds of Uma.

Sometimes shit happens and we must lose our friend in some ways that we don’t want to. Trauma can’t be stopped coz there’s still lotta things which remind us to the (ex-)friend. His picture is still in our room. His gift is still in our wardrobe. His link is still in our blog. More often we see the memories, much more the trauma drives us sad.

An arguing turns into a trauma. Photo from http://free-marriage-counseling.com

The question is, how long will we keep the sadness? Mourning can’t get the missing friend back into our arms again. So the blue has to end. The trauma has to be gone.

Perhaps, the memories don’t need to be eliminated. But getting over them by burying them in safe place, will be enough. Marion prefers covering Uma’s picture behind a brochure. She hides Uma’s gift in the deepest part of her wardrobe. She didn’t remove Uma’s website link, but she just deleted the link from her homepage and she just keeps the link in her Google Reader. That way prevents Marion from losing her friend permanently. Coz one day if she wanna memorize Uma again, she just needs to unload her stuffs in some places which is hard to be seen.

Maybe, the friendship doesn’t really split.

Maybe we need to break for a while, to think how much we hurts each other. Maybe after the breaking, we can start to appreciate each other.

Maybe, we need to break for a while, till we’re able back to appreciate each other and settle down. Our arguing might’ve disappointed us, but the trauma shouldn’t stay longer. Maybe, after the trauma of losing has gone, we both can aware how much we care about each other.

Tags: breaking up, friendship

When the first time I downloaded the complete copy of Friends from #1 season till I-don-know-th season, the few years ago, I saw that the era of book had already finished.

For years, if I set my eyes on a movie’s scenario copy, I should’ve been waiting till the studio published their scenario in a book, then I’d buy the book.

I should wait until the book’s displayed in bookshops, and what annoyed me was, not all of studios would publish books, wouldn’t they?

Now, I don’t need to wait longer for those people to write books. Just google it, and I’ll get any movie scenario that I want. Any.

And eventually, I could get not only my favorite movie scenario, on-line.

I could also get copies of any books.

Recently, I’ve downloaded the original copies of Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight Saga, the four of the books.

Stephenie Meyer's Twilight

This is fascinating, coz the sensation of reading Meyer’s Twilight which has already translated into Indonesian by Gramedia, is different from reading Meyer’s original scene which was written in English.

Yesterday, I went to a book shop for window shopping.

The place was selling second import books. Their qualities were fine though they were second.

And I loved seeing novels written in English.

It was excited, coz I’d been used to see the copies which were translated into Indonesian.

Then I found this, Eoin Colfer’s Artemis Fowl.

Eoin Colfer's Artemis Fowl

It’s New York’s copyright in 2001, the original price was US$ 3.99.

But in the shop, it was sold at Rp 25.000,00 only.

I’d never read it, but I’d been hearing its promotion from my fellas.

They said, it was an excellent book.

I smelled the fragrance of the pages and smiled.

I swore that I really love books which smelled like printing machines like this.

Then I grabbed it home.

At home, I showed it off to my sister.

This is an import book. But I bought it in quarter price.

Then my sister said, “If you’d love to, you can download it in 4shared.com and you can get the original copy in five minutes only.”

The question is, if I can download the book, can I get the smell, too?

That is the strength of an hard copy if you compare it to the soft one which is downloaded.

As you buy a book, there’s a sensation of shopping, about picking up a book among the racks and reading the synopsis written on the back cover.

There’s a sensation of getting confused as you choosing the titles that you wanna buy, while there’s nothing but pennies in your pocket.

There’s a sensation as you sit at the corner of your drawing room by having a cup of coffee, and there’s a passion which streaming on your blood as you’re turning the first page.

There’s a sensation while you’re exhausted of reading and you fall asleep with the book which pages still open on your lap.

You can’t get all of those sensations if you get the book’s content by downloading it on-line.

Though the contents are just the same.

Bookstore doesn’t need to lose the customers though now e-books are rocking.

There are still lotta fanatic book fans, coz reading books ain’t just about reading the content.

Having a book is about appreciating an art creature, and an e-book won’t be able to replace the art of having the hard copy.

Tags: Artemis Fowl, e-book, hard copy

Saving family’s budget for long term can begin from now, even though when we haven’t raised a family instead.

I’m interested in an article in a site months ago, which wrote that if you intended for smart saving, you may start by not buying a baby crib.

Coz it’s more sense if you buy an adult-sized bed so your kid can use it until they grow up later. I assume that the person who wrote this, he hasn’t had a baby.

Or even worse, he was broken coz he’s ever had a baby.

Babies never ask to sleep on a bed which got star on it. Kids never ask a bed with stars, either. So why should we buy beds with stars around it? Photo from http://thearticle1.com

But it’s true, coz a baby crib is an happening-not-happening in someone’s life.

If you think it more, if you’re a baby, then you sleep in a baby crib.

When you grow up, just about three years old later, are you gonna keep sleeping inside the crib? Of course not.

You’ll gonna ask to move to a bigger crib, a.k the “real” bed, just a bed which hasn’t got a rail on it. The question is, what are you gonna use the baby crib for, then?

Then I think, that actually babies never request to be laid down in cribs.

Actually the people who want to lay them down in it are their parents.

So, it’s gotta be the parents who bother mostly for picking up a crib, they bother to hurd up a crib which has Winnie the Pooh figure on it, then they wanna hang a toy which make sound “klenong-klenong” above the crib, and they hunt small pillows which smell like a baby oil.

The baby?

It doesn’t wanna sleep inside the crib, it just loves to lay down in its mommy’s arms instead.

Parents hunt for buying lamps, pillows, toys, and even towels which have lambs picture on them, so they match to the sheet. What an effective way to teach the kid to be a farmer as it grows up later. Photo from http://maternityandbabyshoppingmart.com

I also feel how hard it is to maintain a baby crib.

My sister was born three years younger than me, and I saw her got a baby crib.

It made her sleep alone, and she didn’t sleep with our mom.

Those years, I hadn’t slept with my mom anymore; we were still in the same room, but I got a single bed for my own.

As my sister grew up, she slept with me and the baby crib was buried in our storage.

I think, it was an effective way for farming rats.

There are lotta solutions for recycling baby cribs.

The most effective way is by donating them to orphan houses.

But now I don’t care about it. I just care, that do we really need baby cribs or not?

Coz if we don’t, then we shouldn’t buy it.

So as the baby is born, then it sleeps with us, and we have to sleep with its urine smell voluntarily.

Hm.. and my husband won’t be able to hug me in our bed coz the baby joins sleeping with us. J

A baby gazes to its mom on another corner and it desires to sleep with her. But her mom just lays it down in a crib. Photo from http://thekidswindow.co.uk

By the way, I never sleep in a baby crib.

Coz when I was born, my parents were in a difficult condition, coz my dad worked in a very far place from town, so it was hard for him to buy me a crib.

When things were getting better and that year my dad could move to town, I had grown up and I didn’t need any crib anymore. And I guessed, I really didn’t need any.

Probably my sister did, coz she wasn’t sung lullaby by my mom, but our maid did it for her.

Suddenly I wanna have a baby now.. Hahahah!

Tags: baby cribs, saving

Maybe you just love the outer side.

But when you’re asked to get into the inner side, you’re not interested of it.

Angklung of SMP 2 Bandung

I fought with my parents last week.

I wanted them to go with me to a mall, coz I read in the newspaper that there was a bamboo traditional art festival on the mall.

But my dad wanted to go to an electronic shop, coz he wanted to buy a TV.

I told him to wait for another day if he wanted a TV, coz the festival weren’t always held annually (or probably I wouldn’t notice if there was, coz the event organizer looked stupid enough, didn’t know how to make promotion).

Ronteng

My dad asked why I wanted to see the bamboo festival.

My dad said that if I just wanted to see angklung, he would take me anytime to Saung Mang Udjo on the eastern town. I felt I wanted to throw him a chopstick coz he said that.

Didn’t he know that all I wanted wasn’t seeing people play angklung, but I wanted to see crowd in parties?

Seratus Persen

Briefly, that day I accompanied my parents to a tv shop.

We went home by bringing a pretty good enough TV, but I wasn’t really enthusiastic coz I’d got my mind in the festival.

I really wanted my dad to accompany me to the festival after we returned from the damn TV shop, but it was already midday and my dad had already been exhausted.

Finally I asked him to be dropped on the mall and I didn’t look at him anymore.

Samba Sunda

It wasn’t just an angklung show.

I saw people played Sundanese gamelan and Balinese gamelan, mixed with techno and ska, and even jazz.

People came into the crowd ahead the shows, and I must struggle to find a strategic position so I could snapshoot, but it was really a joyful day.

I returned to home for an hour (my house was just 20 minutes driving from the mall) to charge my cellphone’s battery, coz the cell was the only instrument that I got and accidentally the battery was low. I sweated and I smiled, but my face was shining of cheers.

I told my mom that I just came home a minute, then I’d be back to the mall.

My mom asked what kinda show that I was gonna see there. I saw a lazy expression on her face, and I realized that she wasn’t really asking.

So I just answered, “I’m gonna see a bunch of people playing music full of noise.”

I wasn’t kidding, the sound system in the festival was so loud and the techno ethnical music was really enormous.

Garniati

I returned to the festival with much more ammunition: a stomach with full of homemade food, a cellphone which has been recharged a third, and a pocket camera which guaranteed of battery-saving.

The day had already been late, the music got out louder, the artist performed all out crazier.

I was more confused coz it was getting harder forme to prefer, whether I should join the shaking into that goddamn cool gamelan ska music or I should concentrate in snapshooting.

I came home from the festival late at night, very extremely exhausted, but it was really fun absolutely.

Angklung of Universitas Pendidikan Indonesia

Yesterday, I evaluated the pictures that I got and showed them to my mom.

My mom got astonished coz actually the bamboo festival wasn’t just a people’s parade to play angklung on the stage as she thought before, but it showed a lotta people played angklung on the center plaza of the mall. People played Sundanese ethnical instruments in rock nuance in a pub.

A woman danced jaipong with Samba rhythm arrangements on the background.

Including a band played rap with Balinese rhythm.

My mom said, if only she knew that the show was gonna be like this, she would have joined me into the festival two days ago. I just shat up my mouth coz I didn’t believe her.

Balawan

I’d asked my dad and my mom yesterday, I’d told them that it was an ethnical music festival.

But they refused to join me and preferred the damn TV. I knew that ethnical music was their favorite.

Then I realized that my parents might just like it coz they loved heard them slightly, but if they’re asked to watch the real show, they wouldn’t always accept it.

It’s like as if you like something coz it looks good, but if the thing comes up to you, you just say no.

As if you love the look of a cheese cake, but if someone offers you to taste it, you refuse it coz you’re afraid the extra-topped cheese will make you sick.

As if you like someone, but if the person wanna get close to you more intimately, you just run far away with no reasons.

Indonesian proverb says that it’s called hangat-hangat tahi ayam. Warm like a chicken sh*t.

Tags: family, festival, music, parents

I was enjoying my blogwalking yesterday as my friend updated her Facebook status with news which shocked me then: Stephen Gately was dead.

As a teenage chick of nineties, I remember exact that Stephen Gately was a member of Boyzone, and though I refused to be called as a Boyzone’s fan, but I should admit that I had two of their first albums completely at home, and I argued with my dad coz my dad declined to buy me the third one.

Stephen Gately was the prettiest Boyzone’s member –I’m not kidding ya-, his face was as pretty as a girl.

I’d suspected him that actually he was a wimp, if only he didn’t shock his girl fans at ’99 that actually he was gay.

Stephen Gately performs in the clip of Boyzone's No Matter What.

When I was a teenager I loved collecting pictures of music groups, and my hobby was determining who’s the cutest of them all (what a shallow!).

People said the cutest among the Boyzone was Ronan Keating, though I preferred Shane Lynch (coz of a cheesy reason, I love men with strong mandibles :-p).

Lotta girls loved Stephen Gately coz he’d got a sweet smile, but I was always suspicious to guys with sweet smiles.

Look at his thin smile. A normal guy won't even smile like that.

Stephen confessed that he was gay at ’99 and girls got disappointed.

He had been gay for long time, far before he entered Boyzone, but he admitted later after the group became a hit.

Louis Walsh, the producer who casted the Boyzone’s personnel, didn’t know that Stephen was gay.

He said later that if only he knew it from the start, he might gonna think twice to input Stephen into Boyzone.

It’s not cool if a boys group which created to make girls hysterically, has a member who doesn’t love girls, but prefer boys, is it?

This is an important lesson for any casting manager, next time if you wanna create a handsome artist which targeted girls as his fans, ask him first, “Do you love pussy or Mr P?”

Stephen must’ve known that Boyzone’s created for girl fans, but he insisted to apply.

I think he’s got crushed on the money, though he must suppress his different sex orientation.

Then I ask his motive, should we sell the whole of ourself, including our sex orientation, just for reaching popularity and high income?

I don’t know whether Stephen’s breakthrough as he confessed that he was gay at ’99 made a better condition for him or not. Definitely, another year later, Boyzone split.

Their latest single, Everyday I Love You, hit the chart, but essentially they split.

Stephen made his own solo album, A New Beginning, another year later, and promoted himself in my country.

His management team warned the Indonesian press, not for asking Stehen’s sex orientation. Dunno why.

Stephen Gately and his husband, Andrew Cowles.

Stephen Gately married his gay partner, Andrew Cowles, at ’03.

He died two days ago while he was enjoying vacation at Majorca, Spain.

As I’m writing this, I haven’t got a definite reason of the death.

The dead of Stephen Gately, another storymaker of my teenage age, has just reminded me that another part of my teen side has gone.

Tags: gay, music, my teen age

Is there any place in the world which safe and sound from disaster?

I ask the question after the quake rocked West Sumatera last week.

A friend of mine, also a blogger like me, raised that her mom had lived long in Padang and she almost lost her house due to the quake.

Then another blogger advised her that her mom should move to another town, coz considering the unpleasant fact, that Padang has been rocked by earthquakes in recent three years.

A temporary building is breaking down due to earthquake. Until I write this, there has been about 500 people died coz of the earthquake, and about thousands lost their houses. Source: www.padangkini.com

The suggestion actually sounded kind, but my friend whose her mom almost died of the quake, got furious.

Coz, her mom has been living in Padang much more before my friend grew up, so Padang has become her hometown.

Asking an elderly to leave the house which has been her living place for decades ain’t an easy thing to do. You must’ve been understood what I’m talking about.

If you’ve lived in the same place in more than 20 years, it’s not supposed to be easy to leave the place though you’re offered a much more glamorous place.

I think, if only the mother didn’t live in Padang.

She might live in another place, such as Medan, or probably Pekanbaru, would she be avoided from the quake which hit her last week? I’m not sure.

We know that basically Sumatera is area which full of volcanoes, whether on the land or beyond the sea, and where there is a volcano then there a quake can threat it.

So where should she live at except Sumatera, should she live in Java or Bali instead?

I laugh to imagine the solution.

On the world’s geological map, Indonesia is located on the Ring of Fire area, the world area which consists lots of volcanoes.

Please pay attention to this picture which exposes the Ring of Fire in Pacific. It’s definitely clear that Indonesia is located on the area which consists lots of volcanoes, and it’s really susceptible to have earthquakes. The other countries which also have lots of volcanoes predispose to quake are such as Philippines, Japan, Mexico, and Peru. Source: wikipedia

So if there are often earthquakes in Indonesia, then it’s supposed to be understandable.

An expert in Kompas yesterday even said, “If you wanna find the most safest places of earthquake in Indonesia, then you should run to West Borneo or southern Papua, coz those places have no volcanoes at all.”

Then, should we blame someone’s living place which often becomes an earthquake location? I think it’s unfair.

Japan has more volcanoes, and earthquake has become their daily breakfast course.

Are we gonna say that Japanese shouldn’t leave Honshu or Hokkaido?

That’s a crap, I said.

Until today, Tokyo is still one of the world’s most populated city, and still becomes one of my favorite destination to visit.

Gadang House (Indonesian: Rumah Gadang) is a West-Sumatran architectural which nowadays are harder to find coz people prefer building houses from cement. The quake ruined the rests of the gadang houses, such as one of them inside the picture. Source: www.kabarindonesia.com

Back to the case of my friend’s mother.

Is evacuating the mother from Padang to insist her for living with my friends in Jakarta still the best solution to avoid the earthquake? The answer is no.

Coz basically earthquake comes from God, it’s not a disaster which created by human.

If Lord didn’t give the quake as a test for human, then He’ll give the test in another form.

Shortly, the death will always find you, and you can hide nowhere, even though you run to the end of the world.

So if you didn’t die due to the quake at Padang, you might still gonna die in Jakarta due to another cause.

I’m amazed to the mother’s reason which refused her daughter’s plea to leave Padang.

“Padang is my home,” she said. “I can go nowhere, but here.

This is the place where I grow up, this is the place where I met your late father, this is the place where I made you and turned you into what you’ve become now.

The quake might destroy my house, but it’ll never be able to destroy my home.

The whole of my life belongs here.

I can’t leave it, coz if I did it, then I’d leave the part of my own life.”

Pay attention that the mother used the word of “home” and “house”.

The house may be just a place where you live.

But the home, is where your heart belongs.

They told me, in Indonesia, Eid Mubarak is a day for apologize.

I always wonder if the forgiving is real or just a stupid platitude.

The small example is, if our chicken is stolen, shall we forgive the thief?

Or if we’re going home for celebrating the Eid, then a truck scratches our car in the middle of the trip, shall we forgive the truck?

Or instead we don’t forgive them, but we keep report the chicken’s thief and the truck driver to police?

Coz then if that’s the way it is, the jail will be solemn in the Eid coz all prison’s forgiven.

Coz as what Tao Ming She said in Meteor Garden, if apologize is useful, then what does police stand for?

If apologize is useful, then what does police stand for?

As yesterday I grinned painfully coz my ankle was swollen, it was thought in my mind that I needed to see an orthopedist. But yesterday was Sunday, I knew no orthopedist would open.

The accident that I had wasn’t an life-threatening emergency case, so if I even went to ER, I would only be handled by a general practitioner who reported to an orthopedist by phone.

The thing that I dislike most from ER is, there’s always a possibility that my colleague who works there will recognize me right away.

I can’t imagine if I come into the ER as a cripple patient and someone will shout out, “Doctor Vicky, what da hell happened to you?”

Good, why doesn’t anyone call an infotainment show instead?

So the keypoint is, if I’d avoid the chaos, I should find an orthopedy assistant who can be phoned to check me up silently. And the best person for the work is.. him.

I found my knee got weak as I imagined his name.

Then I remembered a rotten memory which I’ve locked tightly in the hindmost of my brain.

It was three years ago, I was still an intern in an hospital.

Once upon an afternoon, it was almost my shift ward in the maternity room, my colleague, just call her name Tracy, confessed to me in our bedroom that she was involved into a forbidden love. I didn’t tell her to specify the story, coz I thought it wasn’t my business.

Tracy might just need an ear for some kinda sin confession or what-so-ever.

That night, we worked in the maternity room.

I was so glad coz that night I was in the same night shift with a man whom I’d called “Darling” for years.

Those days, we were young and we were in love. At least, I thought so.

After the dinner in the ward base, suddenly I saw My “Darling” and Tracy flirt each other on the desk without voice.

Tracy’s face got ruddy like Meg March’s face when she found John Brooke had just already hid her glove in Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women. My chin got stiff, my stomach felt sick.

Louisa May Alcott's Little Women

Now I got it why Tracy said it was a forbidden love.

She made a f*ck with My Darling behind me.

I wanna get mad, but I was in a maternity room so it wasn’t appropriate if I messed up in a room where there was a patient inside.

But I wasn’t strong enough to see the both faces of them, my best friend.. and my boyfriend..

I still stared a view to kill to my Darling before then I decided to get out from the maternity room, and walked so fast to a mosque.

I didn’t know why I ran to mosque. Though it wasn’t my time for praying..

That’s the last moment I talked to my boyfriend.

He still tried to text me. The Eid Mubarak came up and he texted me.

I didn’t reply him coz I thought it was just his massal text which he used send-to-all facilitation for it.

Why, after all we both have said and done, he just cheated on me with Tracy?

We both were fine, we were happy, and we weren’t fighting.

Didn’t he aware that being unfaithful is a big original sin?

Then, years were gone. We were all graduated.

I went through a job in another hospital, Tracy worked in a community health centre, and My Ex ran to a school for surgery.

Two Eid Mubaraks were over.

My Ex still got his robot to text me “Mohon maaf lahir batin” for apologize.

I never replied him. Forgiving seems a hard thing to do.

The third Eid, I began to forget that we both had ever dated.

I thought it was the moment to learn how to treat him as a colleague, instead as an ex.

So it was my turn to send him a massal Eid text.

This year has been a fourth Eid since we were breaking up.

I considered the situation and finally e-mailed my colleague, by a standard greeting which what people usually said, “Mohon maaf lahir batin.”

I found out four days ago he replied me from his BlackBerry, “…how r u?”

As I laid down on my bed yesterday and looked at my swollen ankle and wished for a surgeon, I knew My Ex could help me.

He was the one who understood me not just medically, but also psychologically.

But I was too miserable to remember what he did to me three years ago.

He wouldn’t be able to help me professionally.

Doctors mustn’t play with fire with their patients. I should get another surgeon, not My Ex.

My ankle probably was ache due to the accident, but my heart was much more painful coz of his affair.

It’s hard to replace the person whom we lost if we love him much.

Especially if we weren’t losing him mercifully.

I memorized My Darling as a dearly baby, and I let God snatched him for rescuing my heart from his cheating on me. And for what he has done with Tracy, I try to forgive him, slowly.

Though probably for it, I should wait for lots of Eid Mubarak.

Tags: affair, apologize, bad memories, forgiving, Lebaran

Unintended, I look at the plate of my colleague’s name as I accompanied my dad working this week.

I just could feel pity and asked, “Don’t you have any wives to hook up with at Sunday?”

My heart mocked, “No, he doesn’t sleep with his wife at 10 AM, but he does it at 10 PM.”

Minggu, 10-11. Sunday, 10 AM to 11 AM.

If he minds to rest himself at Sunday, then when does he have time for his own kids and his grandchildren?

I remember a family, friend of my parents.

(As usual, I’ll put the name and the place undercover.)

There’s a very honored family, a couple lives in Banjarmasin, Kalimantan Selatan.

They sent their son to a school at Salatiga, Jawa Tengah.

Years had gone and once, their son still hadn’t told them when he’d get finished the college, though the time had come for graduation.

When the mom investigated it, she was so shocked to find out that the son was gonna be dropped out coz the GPA was knocked out.

She found out then, that her son often skipped from school.

Children should close to parents and parents shouldn't make children hesitate to approach them.

The mom decided to sign her son out from Salatiga, then she bribed a campus in Jogja to accept the son unscreened. And finally, the son got his diploma.

A year later, the son came home to Banjarmasin by bringing a girl on his motorbike.

The mom got furious, coz the girl was in huge pregnancy, and the girl admitted that the son had made her into.

And then the mom found out, her son often skipped from his school at Salatiga, coz he often crept for flying around to Banjarmasin, to see his mistress.

We found out the problem of this family was very clear.

The son didn’t tell the mom that he unintended to make his girlfriend pregnant.

Then it had screwed up his school.

Though his condition hadn’t made him able to feed himself, even for feeding someone else’s daughter.

The question now, why didn’t he tell his parents from the beginning that he wanna marry that girl?

Dad and mom sit together and do some pillow-talk. It helps family to solve problems.

I tried to get close to the family, and observed it from inside.

Then I found the problem base.

The family probably lives in same house, but their hearts don’t live together in same home.

The dad’s condition who’s gotta work at Amuntai, makes him only could see the mom and the son in weekend.

Mom never eats with her son at home, either breakfast, lunch, and dinner, coz each persons has their own activities that makes them don’t see each other’s face everyday.

The kid has been used to it, so he thought that he must solves each problem of his own by himself.

And finally it’s obvious that the mom never knew that her son wasn’t allright.

Each time the mom asked the son, “Do you have any problem?” then the son would always answer, “No, I’m allright.”

The son didn’t lie. It was true, he felt that he was allright.

He thought that sleeping with a girl was allright.

Right when the rubber got leaked, then he and his girlfriend couldn’t bear the baby alone, that was when he felt that he wasn’t allright.

And that moment, it was late for the mom to prevent the occasion.

Economical pressure sometimes made dad must work everyday, anytime, so he couldn’t see the mom and kid often.

Finally it was difficult for dad to communicate well with mom.

It’s true that sometimes we can’t prefer working in a more comfy duration and a more reachable place.

That’s why we can understand how precious each Sundays that we get, so we can hang out longer with spouses and kids.

So, if we’ve been working six days a week from nine to five, why should we work at Sunday, too?

Indonesian government has even been generous, some of its offices has made Saturday for holiday, so the civil employees can have more time with the family.

That’s why I feel pity to my colleague whom I capture his name plate above.

I know him, he works in some other places the whole week, so I wonder that he must work in Sunday, too.

His wife’s supposed to miss him.

His kids and his grandchildren are supposed to miss him, too.

If someone schedules himself working in Sunday, he’s gotta be alcoholic.

Very workaholic to give up his holiday for work.

“Working is supposed to make family happier, not for selling yourself.”

Tags: family, lies, secret, work

I wasn’t even sure that this deserved to be mentioned as a conflict between Indonesia and Malaysia.

It’s harder to definite which part of the country makes conflicts, is it the government or the people, or just some people only.

The government doesn’t seem to fight at all, coz if it’s true, one of the countries must’ve supposed to call its ambassador for home.

But what I know, the embassy of Malaysia still stands at Jakarta though they’ve been already pelted by rotten eggs, while Da’i Bachtiar as Indonesia’s ambassador for Malaysia still stays cool in Kuala Lumpur.

So the both governments, are doing good.

Even if we say that Indonesian fight the Malaysian, it doesn’t seem right, either.

Lotta Malaysian lives, works, and makes business in Indonesia, but so far, there’s no sign that they’re gonna be swept away.

And there are lotta Indonesian studies and works in Malaysia, but nobody’s gonna be dissipated as long as each people still hold legal passport. Shortly, we are all doing good.

So, who fights?

The title above isn’t my kidding. Malaysian likes call Indonesian as Indon.

I don’t know why they really love shortening country’s name.

They call all Vietnamese labors as Viet, and they call all people from Thailand as Thai.

Is there anything wrong? It doesn’t seem so.

The problem is, the people who often they call as Indon are Indonesian labors who work there, which mostly work as maids.

Coz it’s not common habit for Malaysians to treat maids well, so they often act rude to maids, including to Indonesian maids whom they call Indon. Shortly, the Indon nickname is abusive.

Malingshit, is a nickname which Indonesian netters give to Malaysia.

The reason is, it’s been recent several years that Malaysia often claims lotta Indonesian’s properties as theirs.

Sipadan and Ambalat islands which have been long ago become Indonesian’s were claimed as the part of Malaysia’s territory.

The Rasa Sayange song from Ambon, the Priangan’s angklung, also they claimed as Malaysia’s traditional music.

Beside in Indonesia, angklung is also played in several schools in Singapore and Malaysia. But not many of them who knows that angklung comes from West Java, Indonesia.

The funny thing is, when this week an earthquake shook West Java which epicentrum belonged at Indian Ocean at the southwestern of Java, Malaysia also mentioned that the earthquake centers belonged at Malaysia.

I’m asking, what else of Indonesian’s properties that Malaysia will claim as their property?

I think I should register myself as Indonesian’s property before Malaysia claims me as their decent, too.

No wonder Indonesia nicknames Malaysia as a robber.

“Maling” in Indonesian means stealer, “sh*t” means dirt, if both of those words are combined, you may guess what it means.

As Indonesia rushed out coz Malaysia has stolen the Pendet dance as Malaysia’s tourism advertisement in Discovery Channel, the Malaysian government didn’t know at all about the advertisement.

Somebody stupid seemed has made the wrong commercial.

Pendet dance is coming from Bali, meant for adoring. Malaysia don

They made a show about Malaysia to be showed at Discovery Channel.

And for the show, they included a video about Pendet dance which is being danced by some Balinese citizen who were living in Malaysia. So they made impression in the video that Pendet dance belonged to Malaysian culture.

As Indonesian protested coz Malaysia claimed that angklung belonged to their culture, te truth was, most of Malaysian citizen didn’t know at all what angklung was.

Most of them couldn’t sing Rasa Sayange, which mentioned as Malaysia’s traditional song.

Shortly, Malaysian didn’t know at all about what their government claimed.

Their government is too busy concerning their ex-prime minister who loaded of corruption and their ministers who love polygamy and looking after Mongolian concubine.

And it’s interesting coz lotta Malaysian never heard anything about Ambalat.

So I think, this confrontation seems just a trivial thing which mass media has blown up too much.

I can’t boycott Malaysia coz this Indon vs Malingshit conflict.

Lotta my colleagues of where I used to study are Malaysian doctors which now works in clinics at Ipoh, Sarawak, and so on, and we still connect well until today.

Lotta my blog’s visitors come from Malaysia, and they read my blog regularly and appreciate my writing well.

So far, there hasn’t been any Malaysian harmed me personally, so why should bother?

There are several solutions which we can offer here:

1.No smart people works without passport.

So if you’d like to work in somebody else’s country, never fake your passports.

Nirmala Bonat is one of Indonesian labors who get harmful treat by Malaysian while working as maid in Malaysia.

Indonesian labors, especially the illegal ones, must learn about it.

2.Indonesian doesn’t deserve to be offended if Malaysia are proud about Pendet dance, angklung, and Rasa Sayange dance.

So why don’t you teach your children at school regularly about how to shake an angklung, sing Rasa Sayange, and dance Pendet?

3.Send rice to the citizens at Ambalat.

Law is always the same in any places. F*ck up nationalism if our stomach is empty.

If Malaysia can fulfill your stomach while Indonesian can give you nothing only, logically which country will Ambalat people like to be the citizens?

Malaysia remains a pleasant country for me. I still love them, except Noordin M. Top.

Tags: culture, Indonesia, Malaysia, politic

Is there anybody paying attention to something odd at the picture above? It’s just an ordinary picture, but if you’re correct, you’ll know what I mean.

I captured it as I traveled by aircraft a few days ago. I was jumpy in the plane (no, I’m not aerophobic! I’m just afraid that my body wash in the baggage is poured and wet the luggage, LOL..), I looked at the cabin baggage above the passenger seats. Then I got astonished. Wait a minute, why does the #12 skip to the #14?

I looked at the seats behind, then the seats at the front. No, it’s all sorted in order by numbers. There were the #15, the #16, the #17, and so on. There were #11, the #10, the #9, and so on. But there’s no seat #13. This aircraft didn’t have seat no. 13.

Why? Does the number contain a bad luck? Will anybody who seat in the seat #13 get any bad luck? Dying in the aircraft, probably? Hey, does anybody know on which seat number that placed by Munir who died in the aircraft several years ago?

I remember the last office which I used to work at. It places at 31 Samudera Street. First time I got there, I almost got lost. I was in the right direction at Samudera Street, but I couldn’t find a building no. 31. I found a building #12, a building #17, and I thought my journey along the lane was still far to go. Then I stopped at a building, and I asked an officer inside, “Where is the Port Health Office?”

Then the officer said, “You passed it by, Ma’am. The office is right before this building.”

Then I realized that I’d just passed it by. The office where I was gonna work at, was placed at the building #12. I wrinkled. Why did they place the building #31 at the front of the building #12?

A few months after I worked there, the staff of my office told me the story. When the office had just been founded, the original address was at 13 Samudera Street. But the office chief assumed that the #13 was a bad luck number, so the turned around the number board became #31 Samudera Street. And even they wrote in their letter copes, that the office address was 31 Samudera Street.

Gosh. No wonder I got lost in the first day. They intended to mess up the address, LOL..

Is the 13 number really bad, and it prevents my office to use the number as its address, and it even prevents the aircraft to sign its seat as the #13? I think it’s just a stupid superstitious thing.But the office and the aircraft won’t seem account the risk of using #13. They probably agree to act professional, but they don’t wanna mess up with superstitious.

Have you got any problem with #13?

Tags: professional, superstitious

You’re childish. Spoiled and awkward.

You deserve to be mad at. No wonder you got sick.

Who told you not to eat vegetables?

Don’t tell me the padang café near your office doesn’t sell ones.

I've thrown my love away.

Why don’t you have breakfast?

People don’t get breakfast at 10 and eat next at ten.

That’s not breakfast, that’s a brunch!

You can’t wake up lately just because you’re the boss on your own office.

It's all over.

We both have studied it when we were at medicine school.

What gastritis is. What metabolism is. What nutrition is.

You got A-s more than mine. You were clever.

But you don’t use your brilliant brain to protect your own body.

If you wanna save, you can cook. Why don’t you cook?

Do you wait anyone to cook for you?

I can cook for you. You ask for anything, I’ll cook it. But I’m not capacitated for it.

I’m not your mom. I’m not your wife. I’m not even your girlfriend anymore.

It's time to meet somebody new.

I don’t deserve to get mad at you.

But if you don’t get tweaked, who’ll care about you?

Tell your girlfriend to tweak you. You’ve had her replace me, haven’t you?

I left you coz I wanted the best for us.

But if after I left you, you don’t eat in order, shower late at night, and get sick this way, what for did I left you? What makes you different from babies?

I’m seeing somebody else new. I’m done with you. Please take care yourself.

I don’t wanna waste more of my time to worry about you.

Coz, I don’t deserve to worry about my ex anymore.

Tags: breaking up, relationship

Has someone buzzed you lately and insisted you to hear her nags?

She nags about anything, her jerk boyfriend, her dependent self, and you’re getting bored of it.

Well, actually you’ve listened to the same complains lots of times, you’ve given the same solution, but your friend seems don’t solve her problems.

Ya know, I can't stand with this anymore..

Please recognize that your friend buzzes you not to ask you solve her problem.

She just wants you to hear her.

You’ll solve hers or not, she’ll never do. Nobody can help her except herself.

Otherwise, you have lots of other things to do. Blogging, babysitting, or just baking a cake.

Annoying, same stories, same complains, no other things to tell about.

So, this is my advice.

Soon as she rings up, just hang up the phone, let her talk around till she’s satisfied.

You don’t need to reply a lot, you just need to say “Hm?”, “Really?”, “Oh, what?”, “Yes.. yes..” or any other more creative variants. Remember, she wants you to hear her, not to listen to her.

OK, tell me what's your problem now?

But if you don’t wanna bother to hear coz you’re afraid that it’ll charge off your battery, while you don’t wanna escape her coz you’re afraid of being sounds rude, you may try this effort.

As she rings up, just turn on the music, then put her phone near the speaker.

A screaming sound will escape the caller to stop ringing.

If she texts you and asks, “Why were there any weird sounds when I rang you?”

Just answer, “Why didn’t you reply me when I said hello?”

A dependent needs a bitch to help her. And there you go!

Tags: dependent, phone, woman

Pussycat Dolls

Pussycat Dolls has just pulled out their concert to rock Indonesia last week and I’m so excited to count down when they’ll split up.

B*witched

I’ve never been crushed into this group, ever since they were found by a reality show talent searching which produced by Puff Daddy.

I realized that they were attractive, but not really good.

They sing, they dance, and so on.

But probably more exact, Nicole Scherzinger sing, while the others are just background vocals dancing.

The classical disease of vocal groups remains the same year by year, only one person or two singing.

Pussycat Dolls ain’t the first, but this formula has been used from the stone age: B*witched, Girlfriend, Sugababes.

And see what happens now? They are split up!

Coz B*witched can’t live without Edele and Keavy Lynch, Girlfriend can’t live without Robyn Loau, and Sugababes just counts down coz it can’t live without Siobhan Donaghy.

Coz one person as a lead vocal will always dominate the others, and causes the other members are just seemed as supplements.

Let me tell you, Pussycat Dolls should change their name, become Nicole and the Backbones. That suits!

Destiny

That’s why I tell you why it’s difficult to compare Pussycat Dolls to Destiny’s Child.

They both are vocal groups, but Destiny’s Child developed better. I know that finally Destiny’s Child meets the end, but the members have reached the balance for each of their careers during their membership at Destiny’s Child.

Though people know Beyonce Knowles more well than Michelle Williams or Kelly Rowland, but during there were three of them at Destiny’s Child, those three had the same portion for singing. No one becomes the lead vocal for the others.

That’s how a vocal group is supposed to be established.

It’s just the same like when we’re in an organization.

A division can’t go on without the support of the other divisions.

No one may dominate the others.

Coz if a division doesn’t support same equally, then the organization only counts the time till it breaks.

Sugababes

I hope we can learn the valuable lesson after watching Pussycat Dolls.

Not just enjoying the roll like those Nicole and friends did.

By the way, what are the names of the others? I don’t know.

Coz all I hear about them is just about Nicole and Nicole again..

Tags: lead vocal, music, supplement

Sometimes I’m jealous to see children today.

I see children has internet connected netbooks in their rooms, and they wander around by carrying sophisticated cells.

I wish that if only I was born 10 years later, my childhood wouldn’t end up by stuck in my couch watching Sinha Moca, but I’d prefer spending my time by browsing 100 ways to register Facebook by faking my age.

If only I came home late from school, I wouldn’t need to queue on the coin phone box to ring my mom, but I just needed to pick up my cell to text my mom.

Kids are really lucky with the cells on their hands!

A student hid her cell behind books and text while her teacher is explaining the lesson. I’ve got an idea, what if the teacher teaches via SMS?

So now I laugh to see my hostess get furious.

Nindy, her 12-years-old daughter, now loves internet café so much.

No, she doesn’t enjoy blogging like me, but she’s addicted to on-line games.

She was just imitating her brother, but then via the game she had a new man friend (uh, is it man or just a boy? We don’t really know the age, I think he’s still a kid!) lives in another island, don’t know whether it’s on Jakarta or Jambi.

They used to be just chit-chatting by playing on-line, but then they make a date to meet on the game again.

Mom, I’ll come home late, OK? I’m still watching cheerleader’s meeting at the park..

And so that Nindy always desires to return to the café to play game anymore and meet the so-called man.

Each time coming home from school, she always asked my hostess for money to pay the internet café.

Her mom gets upset coz playing on the café drives Nindy exhausted enough to do her homework.

Now the relationship has developed.

Nindy and the boy has exchanged their cell numbers.

Cool cell, cute kid. Bless the 21st century.

It’s not enough by chatting, now they text each other.

I thought they just text to date when they’ll play together anymore, but now their conversation has been more intensive.

Nindy can’t put her cell, they phone each other instead of texting.

The result is what I’ve been worrying about: since awoke up until get ready to bed, all that Nindy does is just texting.

Delay the meal, delay the shower, even delay the homework.

It seems like she can’t live a second without viewing her cell LCD, to make sure whether there’s a text from the gamer boy.

One school and all of the students have their own cells. It’s common today.

Her mom is furious, and she starts to limit her daughter’s pulse.

For a week Nindy just may buy a certain pulse. But surely Nindy doesn’t obey it.

Soon as she runs of pulse, she always nags to buy another pulse, though her time hasn’t been up.

Can you imagine a family has no other thing to do except being stucked with their own gadgets without talking each other? Well, the family might be yours.

I’m confused. Well, without cell, it’ll be hard if something happens to our kid outside.

But if they’ve already gotten the cell, they just text all the time and forget their other tasks. Do we live for just texting only?

Don’t they really know how to get out from the house or are they’re just addicted to their cells?

Coz the truth is, we should enslave the technology, instead technology enslaves us.

I haven’t had a kid, but I’m afraid if my kid’s depending on cells like Nindy is.

Shall we return to the old times when cell hasn’t been common to kids?

Coz I wasn’t as lucky as today’s children, but I’ve done my life well.. without cells.

Tags: Add new tag, cellphone, children

A lotta people don’t know that someone’s professional career can fall down just due to his behavior at cyber world.

Someone who daily looks like an executive can be look skanky in MySpace.

It’s legal if we put our favorite photos at internet, as long as we like it.

But it matters if a wrong person views the cyber photos, and it can mess up with our career.

A friend of mine who works at Human and Resources Department confessed, if she wanna select the appliers who apply in her company, she just needed to type the applier’s name in the friendship sites.

If the applier was a member of a social site such as Friendster, Facebook, MySpace, or something like that, it was gonna make a point, coz it meant that he’s friendly and smart.

Friendly means broad-connected, while connection is a precious access for the company to find customers.

Fools mean disaster, and company usually doesn’t like staff who can’t googling.

Too bad that a lotta appliers failed to be phoned soon after the HRD view their profiles in friendship sites. Because, in Facebook they put their picture dance striptease and drunk.

Sometimes in Friendster they put their lazy pictures, such as just already woken up in sour faces then they capture it.

Seducing pictures, such as showing the cleavage or just a six-packed belly are disliked, too.

However company wants a professional staff looks like an expensive executive, instead a staff who works as a part-time gigolo.

Well, the truth is, the social sites aren’t just about searching for friends. It can turn on or even turn off our career.

How about you, have you been longing for job but you still haven’t got it?

You should check your profiles on internet, probably your mocking picture was still on MySpace.

How to look like a professional, instead look like a loser:

1.Put pictures when you wear a tie, a suit, a blazer, or anything which look like a boss.

But don’t put picture where you sit stiffly looking at the camera without smiling at the front of a plain background. Only losers put picture this way.

2.You may put picture which taken while you’re in vacation.

Put a good-looking background, so it impressed that you went to a fancy place.

Cool people go to cool places, it differs you from losers (read: amateur).

3.Put your picture while you’re doing sport.

More preferable if you bring a golf stick, a squash racket, or an archery mask.

Coz executive usually goes golf, play squash, or archery.

Why not skiing or diving?

Simply, how can your face be viewable if the mask covers it?

4.You may put your picture while you’re driving.

It impresses that you have a car though actually you just borrowed it.

But never put your picture stand at the front of a Mercedes Benz.

It seems that you’re just a dreamer for a fancy car.

5.Don’t put your picture with your kid or your spouse.

I don’t know why, a lot of companies prefer a single person coz they’re easier to be placed in any branch offices.

But thing is more annoying, when the HRD chief finds out that your wife is the chief’s ex.

6.Don’t put your picture with minister.

Except if you look more like a minister than the minister itself.

Tags: career, image, work

Finally, Indonesian devils are going French!

Sumpah Pocong

Today, until next two weeks, there are gonna be 19 movies of Indonesia are playing in Cannes Film Festival at France.

I don’t remember the titles exactly, but I’ve got Ayat-ayat Cinta (Sentences of Love), Ketika Cinta Bertasbih (As Love Praises), and Jamila dan Presiden (Jamila and President) in my list. But I think that’s not the main news.

Coz, now Cannes is playing Indonesian authentic scary movies such as Janda Kembang(Newly Widow), Kereta Hantu Manggarai(Manggarai Ghosty Train), Terowongan Rumah Sakit (Hospital Tunnel), Kala (Time), Sumpah Pocong (Oath of Pocong), Kuntilanak Kamar Mayat (Kuntilanak of the Corpse Room), Kuntilanak 3, and even The Real Pocong(is there any fake pocong?)

Kuntilanak Kamar Mayat

I don’t know how, I assume, if only the queen of Indonesian scary movie Suzana was still alive now, I’m sure that she’d smile of proud.

But coz she’s already dead, it looks like she must be satisfied enough of smiling only from inside her grave.

Indonesia deserves to be proud.

I’m not ironic, but scary movies are Indonesian’s authentic character which is really difficult to be imitated by the other nations.

That’s because the devils in Indonesian movies only live in Indonesia and can’t be found in the other countries.

Just think, have you ever found any pocong or even any kuntilanak live abroad?

I can’t even find English translations for pocong and kuntilanak.

I had asked my English fellas, what’s the English word for kuntilanak?

They answered, “Quntylaneg? What’s that?”

I scratched my scalp. “A kuntilanak is..ah, never mind, just look at it yourself!”

The Real Pocong

I don’t even think that those French juries will be scared to see kuntilanak.

I think they’ll get their cameras and get busy of snapshooting them.

What the Indonesian original creatures. They’ll sell postcards a lot.

Coz honestly, watching scary movies made by the other countries, it’s been spooky enough for me, but it’s never been as spooky as Indonesians.

The most spooky movie for me is American’s The Omen and Japan’s The Eye.

But the devils out there are just Hollywood fairytales, can’t be compared to Indonesian devils which still believed exist among the people until today. S

Sometimes I’m confused if I’m asked, which spooky between Sadako or Freddy Krueger. I always answer, Jelangkung is more scary.

So, may the Cannes juries can understand the spooky side of Indonesian movies, instead of just assuming those pocongs and kuntilanaks as losers.

It’s hard to imagine the pocong and kuntilanak bend in blue if they’re not sold off. They’re scary enough when they’re happy, what about if they’re sad?

So get out of the way, you vampires, banshees, demons!

It’s time for kuntilanak and pocong to show up! Hiii…hiii…hiii….!

Tags: horror, Indonesia, movie