Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tantalus
is what I am feeling, thinking, saying, and doing.
Why must I,
Rant, Rant, Rant?
Obviously because of a gap between everything I need, expect, want, and hope
with everything I have now.
But if it is so, shouldn't I try, try, try, instead of rant, rant, rant?
Is it because the grapes retract every time I try to grasp it?
Is it because the water dries up every time I try to gulp it?
-R
Friday, July 10, 2009
An Age Old Question
In an hour from now, I will be sitting on a carpet in my Aunt Evy's house, somewhere in the eastern outskirts of Jakarta.
In random moments that occur while I sit and pretend to pay attention to whatever topic of conversation is brought up by the members of my extended family (Oldman's side),
I will be asked/told:
-In what class/semester are you now?
-What major are you taking?
-Wow, you're now as tall as/slightly taller than your father!
-You've already grown a mustache, ey? (seasonal)
Silently, I'll ask:
-Why do you guys always say the same things and ask the same questions?
-R
Monday, July 6, 2009
Artifact to Remember-3: Comm UI Cup Logos'
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Late Night Karaoke Song 006: O Vento
by Los Hermanos (4)

Posso ouvir o vento passar
Assistir a onda bater
Mas o estrago que faz
A vida é curta pra ver
Eu pensei: que quando eu morrer
Vou acordar para o tempo
E para o tempo parar
Um século, um mês
Três vidas e mais
Um passo pra trás
Por que será?
Vou pensar
Como pode alguém sonhar
O que é impossível saber
Não te dizer o que eu penso
Já é pensar em dizer
Isso eu vi, o vento leva...
Não sei mais
Se tu quer, como sonhar?
Que o esforço pra lembrar
É vontade de esquecer
E isso porque diz mais
Se a gente já não sabe mais
Rir um do outro meu bem
Então o que resta é chorar
E talvez, se tem que durar
Vem, renasce do amor dentro de lágrimas
Um século, três
Se as vidas atrás
São parte de nós
E como será?
O vento vai dizer lento que virá
E se chover demais
A gente vai saber
Claro de um trovão
Se alguém depois sorrir em paz
Só de encontrar
(http://los-hermanoso-vento-lyrics-mp3.kohit.net/_/146166)
R: Call me dated or whatever, but this hit single from 'The Brothers' (as their known in Brazil) album '4', which coincidentally was also released 4 years ago, has been my feel-good anthem for the past fortnight or so.
-R
Three Year Olds Say The Darndest Things

Meet my little three year old cousin, Keanuandri Alliyy. Yes, we call him by the first five letters from his first name (apparently his old man loved Speed).
15 minutes ago, He said to me:
Keluar kamu dari rumah ini!
Keluar! Biar kamu jadi orang yang minta-minta di jalanan!
Rasain!
Nanti tidak Keanu kasih Uang!
HUAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ah, toddlers grow up so quickly these days... Wonder where he picked it up?
-R
Monday, June 22, 2009
Movids III: The newest trailer for INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS + Photos from Alice in CREEPLAND!
Yeah, It's the Jews who do the killing in INGLORIOUS BASTERDS.
As a bonus in this edition of MOVIDS, I hereby present the ultra-creepy photos of The Mad Hatter (Johnny Depp) & The Red Queen (Helena Bonham Carter) from visionary Tim Burton's ALICE IN WONDERLAND (March 5, 2010)


Spock Says
"I will not allow you to lecture me on the merits of emotion"

R: I've heard this bit of dialogue way back from the debut of the first full trailer of my current favorite summer movie of the year, which happens to be J.J. Abram's Star Trek. With a warp-paced, character-driven (although in parts contrived) plot that focuses on the early years of Kirk, Spock, and the rest of the to-be Enterprise crew, this new take on Gene Roddenberry's creation is fresher, more likable, and definitely more accessible to the wider audience than ever.
A Trek character that has always fascinated me is none other than the most famous pointy-eared fellow in TV & Cinema (yes, even above those regal elves from LOTR): science officer SPOCK.
Played by Zachary Quinto, whose favorite past time is literally slicing open human heads as Sylar in HEROES, this Spock not only emulates the Spock of old, but as a younger version of it, brings an emotional side within the character that has never been unleashed to this extreme before. The dynamic between his Spock and James T. Kirk (admirably played by Chris Pine) is well-fleshed and pans out as one of the strongest points throughout the film.
This brings me back to the line above. Spock (as acting captain) utters it while being provoked by Kirk (why? go watch the movie). It actually sounds a bit cheesy without the context that Vulcans are uber-logical beings, and yet it keeps growing on me.
In fact, after watching the flick for an unprecedented 5th time (no, not because the movie's THAT good), I can't help myself from saying it at least once whenever I'm walking, looking in the mirror, taking a dump, and even when I'm typing a post on this blog (like now).
Seems illogical, right?
Is it illogical to say something,
that simply sounds cool as fuck,
although it's only a stylized version of saying:
SHUT UP!
Or is it just Mr Quinto's delivery?
Every God needs a Metatron.
(which sounds goddamn confusing without the context*)
And I may have just found one
-R
*)context
Friday, May 29, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Late Night Karaoke Song 005: My Fair Lady
by The Bird and The Bee (The Bird and The Bee)

I need someone to show
A little kindness
If he can turn his head
A little blindness
I know that I might seem
A little aimless
And I can also be
A little shameless.
Do you know the way?
I am from out of town
I need a place to stay,
someone to show me all around
A box of chocolates
And a dozen flowers
Just a little room
To sit and think for hours and hours
I will take it all
With little grains of salt
I make anything
Feel less like what it's not
Just say everything
As if it's not been heard
I will listen, hurt
I'm hearing every word.
Do you know the way?
I am from out of town
I need a place to stay,
someone to show me all around
A box of chocolates
And a dozen flowers
Just a little room
To sit and think for hours and hours
Do you know the way?
I am from out of town
I need a place to stay,
someone to show me all around
A box of chocolates
And a dozen flowers
Just a little room
To sit and think for hours and hours
Box of chocolates
And a dozen flowers
Just a little room
To sit and think for hours and hours and
(http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/bird_and_bee/my_fair_lady-lyrics-964965.html)
R: There's something in Inara's (the bird) soothing vocals that flies you away. It's dreamlike, wondrous quality feels amplified in this particular song, especially when the chorus kicks in. Is the fair lady singing in my ears? Ab-so-fuckin-lutely lovely.
-R
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Movids II: The Summer Roast
Which movies will hit the top, and which movies will be a flop?
Here are, according to www.comingsoon.net, on which I duly agree, 10 of the biggest movies to hit the silver screen this summer.
See you at the cinema!
-R
Friday, May 1, 2009
Mr. Mustache is My New Hero...

What I got from googling 'Mustache Hero': Mark Spitz; 7 gold medals in Muenchen '72.
Dude looks kind of gay, though.

Where it happened
-R
Monday, April 27, 2009
Late Night Karaoke (Dance) Song 004: I'm Your Boogie Man
by KC & The Sunshine Band (Part 3)
I'm your boogie man that's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin' late afternoon
Or at midnight it's never too soon
To wanna please you to wanna please you
To wanna do it all all for you
I wanna be your be your lover boy
I wanna be the one ya love most of all - oh yeah
I'm your boogie man I'm your boogie man
Turn me on
I'm your boogie man I'm your boogie man
Do what you want
I'm your boogie man I'm your boogie man
Turn me on
I'm your boogie man I'm your boogie man
Do what you want
I'm your boogie man that's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin' late afternoon
Or at midnight it's never too soon
To wanna take you to wanna hold you
I wanna give me all all to you
And I want you to completely understand
Just where I'm at and where I am - oh yeah
I'm your boogie man I'm your boogie man, ...
I'm your boogie man that's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin' late afternoon
Or at midnight it's never too soon
I wanna be with you I wanna be with you
Yeah we'll be together you and me
I wanna see you ah get near you
I wanna love you ah from sundown sunup - oh yeah oh yeah
I'm your boogie man that's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin' late afternoon
Or at midnight it's never too soon
To wanna please you to wanna hold you
To wanna do it all all for you
I wanna be you be your lover boy
I wanna be the one ya love most of all
I'm your boogie man aha ...
(http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/I%27m-Your-Boogie-Man-lyrics-KC-The-Sunshine-Band/7715DD0094FC59F748256E0500080602)
R: No, I'm not a stalker/boogieman hahaha. The thought of posting the lyrics of this song came to me after watching this year's best blockbuster so far, Watchmen. Played over and over in other films, TV and Cinema, it just works so well in The Keene Riot Act, one of the Comedian's standout moments in the whole movie.
-R
Sunday, April 26, 2009
The Bypassing Gooner; Pay Attention to the Line Below
The term 'Gooner' refers to a fan of Arsenal FC, a top English football club nicknamed "The Gunners" (go figure why).
I've been a self-proclaimed passionate Gooner for over ten years now, simply because of the attractive way they play. I always try to watch all of their games on TV, even if it means staying up in the early hours on a school day.
Exclusive Premiere League broadcasting rights have put a leash on this hobby of mine. A year and a half ago, I tried to catch each game by attending public match screenings -held by the official fan club, Arsenal Indonesia Supporters (AIS)- although I was not a registered member of it (well, it's public anyway hehe). The second half of that season was a bit more relaxed. My dad hooked up the god-awful Astro and so, I could watch the matches regularly at home again. But it wasn't good value, because Astro was crap in content and quality, aside from holding the rights to broadcast the Premiere League football matches.
A fracas in the upper-echelon of that damned corporation ensued, causing broadcasting rights to shift hands. Not wanting to burden my oldman, I said that he didn't have to subscribe to the next cable TV operator who'd purchased the rights. And so, I began streaming football games on the net, despite the mediocre connection speed in Indonesia. Think 90 minutes of stop and start, low-res tube vids: that's how I enjoyed my footy games...fuck.
As you might have read in the previous post, I have been mightily bored these few days.
Coincidentally, AIS was celebrating it's 6th birthday and was having another match screening at 'Gooners Corner' (formerly known as Langsat Corner).
So what did I do? I went there alone of course (like always).
Sticking like a remora on a shark, I pretended to be a simple bypasser who had decided to go in just to eat some food (like I did in the past, I'm not good in being acquainted ,see).
The game I watched (against Boro) was a bit bland. It was an easy win for the boys in red and white, Captain Cesc being a hero by bagging a sweet brace.
The real test looms ahead, when the boys visit Old Trafford to play the Mancunians. If they play like they did today, I daresay it might not end well.
-------if you've paid attention--------------------------
Off the pitch, there were regular Gooners,
Primus (yes, Panji Manusia Millenium) and David Tarigan (Aksara Records)!
Although I don't know a hairbreadth about what he actually does or has done, I've always perceived David Tarigan as this artistic indie dude whose biggest success has been hypnotizing the uptown youth of this bloody city to believe that they're hip, unique, and plain cool by just listening to the stuff he listens to!
(relax, I don't know anything I'm saying hahaha)
And if it is so, then he IS truly, truly, truly awesome hahahaha...
Cynicism aside, the cool bloke sat across me.
And this, is the corny reason why this post even exists.
-R
Fucking Awesome
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Walk The Walk, Oink The Oink
like always
I had nothing to do, or rather, no will, desire, and commitment to do the things I had to do,
like always
So what did I do?
I walked to Grand Indonesia from my house*.
not like always
No, this ain't bragging (well, that's up to you, I guess).
I walked the walk not to talk the talk, but to experience the walk,
to see the things I usually see at a glimpse
when sitting inside a vehicle that moves at 50 to 60 km/hours...
I ended up in arguably the most upper-class of malls in Jakarta all sweaty and dusty.
Okay, I'm here.
Now what? Window-shopping?
Yes, window-shopping, because I only brought 50.000 rupiahs.
Yes, I don't have an independent income flow that streams regularly.
What would I do with 50.000 rupiahs?
I definitely had to spare half for the cab home. (I already walked the walk, right?)
So what did I do?
I ate pork**.
Nasi Campur Babi Kenanga, to be precise.
not like always
No, again, this ain't bragging (well, that's up to you, I guess)
I oinked the oink not to talk the talk, but to taste the oink,
to eat the things I usually see on the plates of chinks and bataks' (no offense)
I believe that most of my associates who have conversed with me upon the taste of ham are divided; some hate it while some love it.
It's quite good, but not a world-beater.
Enough said
And then I used what was left of the original 50.000, and took a cab home.
And now I'm in front of my laptop again
And now, I'm bored again
like always
-R

Oink the Oink, Delicious
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*) I live in Patra Kuningan. Not Menteng, so it wasn't that close or that far.
**) I'm a Moslem
Saturday, April 18, 2009
A Bad Week-Cont'-end
Most of the midterm results have been handed out. The ones I predicted to be average turned out to be quite good (and feel good thanks to the art self-depreciation), and the ones I predicted to be rock-bottom were...rock-bottom.
100% unrelated, the icing on the cake was layered a few hours ago. My beloved Arsenal bowing out at the FA Cup Semifinals courtesy of Chelsea and co. Pisses me off, not only because of the result, but more because of the seemingly formulaic manner of our defeats against the Blues. Flowing football definitely doesn't work when you're up against world-class,tall and strong experienced players, who don't give you time and space to play your game. A disastrous showing from our makeshift defense didn't do us any good either, against The IVORIAN MONSTER who seems to have a knack of scoring when playing us. Crap.
I like to be (or seem) pessimistic, so I'll just say that our chances of filling up the cabinet after four trophy-less years are fading fast.

-R
Monday, April 6, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
A Bad Week
-Tuesday
Global Marketing Communication
not sure about some of the argumentation -60-80
IMC
likewise, but on a greater scale -50-70
-Wednesday
Creative Planning
a breath of fresh air, too bad everybody had a chance to cheat, so no novelty -70-90
Media Planning
MISS-COMMUNICATION WITH MICHAEL CORLEONE. Fuck -30-50
-Thursday
Hard Sell
a relief -70-90
Visual Communication
this is not, I repeat what everybody had in mind of when they chose the subject -40-60
-Friday
Social Research Methodology
a showcase of stupidity and lack of logic -40-60
WORSE MIDTERM EVER. Ranks up there with semester one.
-R
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Creativity, Where Have You Gone?
I’ve just returned home from an oh-so-normal day at campus. However, one particular moment in my IMC (Integrated Marketing Communication) class bugged me continually, even when I was already sitting on the bus, somewhat enjoying the rattles, shakes, and up and downs of the Ragunan-Kuningan Busway, while gazing perversely at the tanned thighs of the female tennis player who sat in front of me. That being said, maybe it wasn’t really oh-so-normal after all.
It was a small and insignificant moment, seriously. Not even worth talking about by a country mile. Problem is, I seem to contemplate a lot on these minute minutes, even when they seem to bear no ramifications.
It was simple. But let’s delve into the disclaimers beforehand: 1) my mind was, in a split-second, somewhere else 2) I was innocently drawing faces of people that don’t exist.
Spare a bit of your precious time, will you?
Building H, Room 20-forgot. Second session of IMC, the subject is something about consumer analysis. Until the end of the first session, I was still taking notes, but leisurely and in the awareness that mid-term exams loom next week. Delve back into the disclaimers, because that was what I was indulging in. The lecturer suddenly asks a question:
“blabla…new consumers blabla old consumers..”
My mind absurdly goes to the importance of relationship marketing over targeted marketing, and that too, is shrouded by an aura of forgetfulness. Like an idiot I say:
“Because old consumers will come back and back again” (shitty answer, I know)
The lecturer just looks at me and says:
“I expected more from someone like you”
I go all jerky and let it out that I wasn’t in the mood (lame excuse, but truthful in some ways)
She then passes the question to the bright pal beside me, who answers with aplomb.
“I’ll guess this one out. It has something to do with awareness. Getting new consumers requires the marketer to gain their awareness. This makes it harder than retaining old consumers” (This may even be fallacious misquotation of what he said, but who cares?)
The lecturer: Correcto Mundo
No, I’m not envious of the dude for profiting on my spoils. As a matter of fact, I was already half-way drawing a set of pointless characters representing feelings, like anger, loneliness, happiness, etc.
It was when I went downstairs, where the “Lae” of the dude who answered the question said, “Not in the mood, ey?”
I smiled, but something irked me. Come on, I thought. I can’t really use disinterestedness as an excuse, the fact had been written: I simply couldn’t answer the question, and that’s that.
But that was only a footnote, it was still remotely trivial. That was until my mind linked the preconditions of his answer to my own personal ghosts.
Let’s put it this way, the fellow who answered the question isn’t majoring in advertising, so he had not academically studied marketing before. Secondly, he didn’t take any notes during the session. And most importantly, he answered instantly, as if he pulled out a rabbit out of the hat.
Some might attribute these qualities to the sharpness of intelligence, but of my own accord, I’d register them as creativity. Why, you may ask? It’s down to the fact that he wasn’t as used to the subject as much as I was supposed to be. To be able to see how concepts align with each other at a glance and invent a logical assumption that in turn, answers a question you’re not familiar with, that’s definitely creativity. Don’t be fooled by the insertion of the word ‘logical’ in the explanation, because I’m referring to both sides of the brain working reciprocally to result in this burst of creativity.
And it is this concept, ‘Creativity’, that has been, for the past two years, my personal ghost.
I wondered where it had gone.
Let me pull out the bragging rights. I was always involved in creative-associated projects since as long as I can remember. As I kid I loved to draw all day, I was always influential in almost every significant creative project during high school, and I cheekily gained admission to the two arguably most creative majors in the country. A renowned art school in
Like I said, those were bragging rights, in some way pointing out that, I like to brag. Yes, but not explicitly. I like to weasel myself to receive verbal accolades, position myself to gain a certain impression, self-depreciate myself to gain some appreciation (which is probably what I’m attempting now).
And so I entered Depok with a gleam of cockiness in my eyes. Things rolled out smoothly. A few favors here and there, and my abovementioned trifecta of bragging attempts were on the run. The branding was going as planned. Another four years of being praised as a creative individual, I thought.
But here I am one and a half years later, ranting about how creativity has become my personal ghost since then. Reason why? I’ll use the words of ‘Ada Apa Dengan Cinta’ screenwriter Prima Rusdi during her guest lecture (insightful for movie-geeks like me) to explain.
End of ’08, Creative Thinking Class, Building H, Room Also Forgot.
Prima Rusdi: How do you measure creativity in a professional environment?
Class: (silent, but most of them probably already knew the answer)
Rana: Their consistency?
Prima Rusdi: Bingo, In other words, their performance. The amount of creative end-product a scriptwriter, a copywriter, a director, anybody working as a creative, can come up with, week in, week out.
Her words made me reflect. How was my creative performance? I kept thinking about it for the following weeks. It kind of diminished any pride I had previously amassed from my boasting.
The list of personal creative failing for me contains many projects since I went to University.
-Comm Weekend: Never realized to its fullest potential. Although, I can take it, because of the circumstances
-Drug Prevention Program for the Social Department: Stuck on coming up with a story, didn’t really contribute in its conceptions. Presently messing up the storyboards.
-TV AFS Documentary Project: Stuck on episode 2, no creative gale whatsoever.
In regular life.
-Pretending to be a sort of ringleader that reflects and collects ideas from all over the board during a creative discussion, especially academic. This is actually down to the fact that I’m afraid to be stuck in the idea-building process.
-Posing as a movie know-it-all, conveniently positioning myself as a budding director. All you have to do is spent 60% of your time on wiki, imdb, aintitcool. comingsoon, and joblo. It’s that easy.
The list goes on, capitulating in that insignificant moment in IMC class.
Have I regressed creatively during my time as a university student?
I think the evidence is crystal clear.
Like my bright friend, please invent an answer to that, my friends
Wait…
Hold on a sec…
Having ranted all that, maybe there is still a bit of spark left in me.
I’d need that to write this post anyway, wouldn’t I?
Oops, I guessed that just spoiled the bragging attempt :)
-R
Friday, March 6, 2009
Late Night Karaoke Song 003: Keep Fishin'
Keep Fishin'
by Weezer (Maladroit)

You'll never be
A better Kind
If you don't leave
(the world)
The world behind
Waste my days, (waste my days)
It Drown aways (drown aways)
It's just the thought of you
In love with someone else
It breaks my heart to see you hangin' from your shelf
You'll never do
The things you want
If you don't move
(and get)
And get a job
Waste my days, (waste my days)
Drown aways (drown aways)
It's just the thought of you
In love with someone else
It breaks my heart
To see you hangin' from your shelf
Oh girl when I'm in love with you
Keep fishin' if you feel it's true
There's nothing much that we can do
To save you from yourself
Waste my days,(waste my days)
It Drown aways (drown aways)
It's just the thought of you
In love with someone else
It breaks my heart
To see you hangin' from a shelf
Oh girl when I'm in love with you
Keep fishin' if you feel it's true
There's nothing much that we can do
To save you from yourself
You'll never be
A better kind
You'll never be
A better kind
Waste my days (ohhh)
Waste my days (ohhh)
Waste my days (ohh whoo)
Waste my days (ohhh)
Waste my days (ohh whoo)
Waste my days
(http://www.metrolyrics.com/keep-fishing-lyrics-weezer.html)
R: I've been fishing for almost two years now, or to be more precise, saying to my folks that I'm gonna fish. The truth is: how the hell am I gonna fish when I don't have a fishing pole and some fresh bait? Haha, sad me :)
Too bad I couldn't find the original video clip. Love those fucking muppets. As a bonus, here's an ukulele cover of the song by Julia Nunes. Sweet.
-R







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