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Watching last Friday’s Spectacular Indonesian Idol really impresses much, it was very difficult to pick up who’s the best among eleven contestants, because mostly their voices are great and their styles are catching like the real idols.

But there’s one thing that must be an homework for Fremantle as the official event organizer of the Indonesian Idol: The make-up stylist must be fired!

The rock star theme which has to support the spectacular show night was mistranslated a lot by the make-up stylist who had to makeover the finalists.

Marsya, the Pure One, became messed-up, thanks to the over-wiped powder.

Sarah even looked like After-Get-Voodooed-Krisdayanti, with two asymmetrical hair-pieces on her head, not mention the sharp eye-liner under her eyes, which remind us of the awkward baby-doll style (is Aming’s style still happening today?)

Rini was still fine coz the punk style that the stylist had copy-catted much from the punk style a la Merdekastraat-Bandung was covered by her blonde highlight on her hair.

But Priska who supposed to be make-up a la gothic, even became looked like Cantika binti Minati Atmanagara!

The worst disaster was Gaby, her hair wasn’t explained much if it’s curly, but it gets stiff like had been snatched by iron, unsynchronized with her straight pony.

Gaby got luck that her elimination was delayed, because with her messy luck, practically made her supporting SMS had reduced. Pity of her!

Who da hell had made up these gurlz?

Why was there no problem with the styles of Fandy, Steve, Dimas, Gana, Wilson, and Julian, but these gurlz were dressed up like such as had just already got tsunami?

Is it true that rock is always edgy and spooky?

The stylists are supposed to find more references by watching the make-ups a la the real lady-rockers such as Alanis Morrissette,  Amy Lee,  or Avril Lavigne .

Indonesian Idol ought to learn from those rockers, not from the sect of In-the-Name-of-Satan!

Rock mustn’t always be edgy. Rock could be sweet, too.

Rock mustn’t always be spooky. Rock could be pretty, too.

Stylists must know it. Event organizers ought to learn about it.

And we, the passive audiences who just can watch and criticize, should understand it.

Hahaha, I remember when I show off to my sista that I’ve done photo-session in devil costume.

My sista wrinkled in objection, because she didn’t like devils (of course, please, who loves devils anyway?)

But I don’t need dark-eyeliners to make devil-effect.

It’s just enough for me to wear sexy red gowns, and a black bandage that sewed with red corns of cottons, and hold a playful-fork of cork. The result? A drop-dead-gorgeous devil!

Not spooky at all!

That’s exactly what rock is. Rock not always meant devilish, and rock mustn’t be devillized, too.

Rock could be meant for sweet and chic.

“Something not always must be spooky if we can make it more cute.”

This is the our problem of understanding rock image.

If our understanding of style remains as narrow as the knowledge of Indonesian Idol’s stylists, then it’s so small of our reference..

PING

All I wanna do, is enrolling the specialization school and becoming a resident.

PONG

Said the professors, they can’t accept a resident who never works before.

PING

So I apply to hospitals.

PONG

Said the director they wanna hire a doctor who has practicing license.

PING

So I demand a license to the Ministry of Health.

PONG

Said the uniformed people, I can’t practice on my own if I never work for the government before.

PING

So I apply to the Ministry of Health, for working in a village, coz its citizens are diseased a lot and there hasn’t been a doctor yet.

PONG

Said the staff, I can’t work there, coz they don’t need a doctor.

At least that’s what the governor said, who never noticed that the place is still remote though it located in Java.

PING

So I ask, which place except Java that still demands a doctor.

PONG

And they said, all remote places in the country have been already filled of doctors, so there aren’t enough vacancies for new doctors.

PING

I said that’s bullshit.

Ping pong, a.k table tennis, comes from China, and it’s done daily as sport.

But the birocracy plays ping-pong for taking its own doctors for granted.

My gloryland, I’m so sorry for this nation.

The reasons why people love bridesmaid so much:

·         “Bridesmaid! Prepare the souvenirs.

Wrap them in the covers which have the bride’s picture on them, put them into these pouches, then bind them with these ribbons, then put these thank-you cards with the bride pictures on them.”

Damn, I have to wrap 550 chocolate-bars with my cousin’s pictures on the covers?

 

·         “Bridesmaid! Stay with the bride while she’s getting scrubbed!

Watch her out, don’t let anybody kidnap her while she’s naked in the spa place, that’s ashame!

If necessary, have someone to scrub you, too, so you can get inside the room!”

I’m dead! I have to get naked with a stranger! May I prefer a massage boy, please?

·         “Bridesmaid! Put your own kebaya, ok?

The kebaya assistant is paid for assisting the bride only, not for the bridesmaid!”

Deal, so nobody will observe my angel tattoo on my cleavage, nobody will see the scar of silicon surgery on my thorax!

·         “Bridesmaid!

Feed the bride a donut, she hasn’t had breakfast since she got her make up this morning! Watch out, don’t let the food wipe her lipstick!

And stop making jokes, you’re gonna make the bride laugh!

If she laughs, she’ll get sweat! And if she’ll sweat, she’ll ruin her make up!”

Well, we don’t need to bother, just give the bride’s food to mine.

So we don’t need to worry about the bride’s make up, do we?

And I didn’t start a joke at all, I just said that’s something wrong with her nose!

·         “Bridesmaid! Get back to the bride mess!

The souvenirs for the guests have been left there!”

Sista, the mess is five blocks away from here!

Get me a driver, I don’t wanna drive the Land Rover alone with this stupid sewek!

·         “Bridesmaid! You lead the parade! You walk before the bride along the red carpet. Walk in a line, don’t be too hurry, or the bride will miss you!

You walk one-foot with the bride!”

OK! Left corner at the center! Left! Right! Left! Right!

·         “Bridesmaid! Watch the ang-paw boxes. Don’t let anybody rob them!”

Don’t worry, I’ll keep them with mine from anybody else, even from the bride..

 

·         “Bridesmaid! The wedding is over.

Just put off the bride’s hairpiece, then repair her sasak so she can wash her hair of the hairspray!”

Wait a minute, then what her new husband is for? Making goals?

·         “Bridesmaid! I wanna wipe this mascara and this crazy foundation.

Would you hold my wedding ring for me, please? Don’t lose it!

I don’t want my ring gets black because of make-up!

Oh my God, so I have to wear the wedding ring, too?

Please, why don’t I become a bridesmaid everyday?

·         “Bridesmaid, thank you so much to stand for my wedding.

How could I be more grateful to you?”

I do apologize that I don’t accept gratefulness in neither greetings nor flowers.