though it may be late to write about the death of the King of Pop, I still want to share what I should learn from him.

as seen from the sincere and deep condolences that his fans show in the funeral ceremony, Michael trully is a person who has transferred love; the ultimate positive energy to many people in the world.  He ain’t my brother nor my acquintance but when he left, my heart sank quite deeply. that my friend, is more than because of the magic of his songs but his very honesty and sincerity touch our heart from the very inside.

he shares the good things of his life.

that’s what I should learn from him. He shares the good things in his life.

and I do believe everyone of us could do the same. we dont have to be as billionaire as he is, just see around and try to not hurting people in your surrounding by the small things of yours; body language, words, even mind.

MJ may be had never taught that he has been dearly loved by million of people.

his caring and compassion makes him more human.

Hujan Bulan Juni Sapardi Djoko Damono

 tak ada yang lebih tabah dari hujan bulan Juni dirahasiakannya rintik rindunya kepada pohon berbunga itu

tak ada yang lebih bijak dari hujan bulan Juni dihapusnya jejak-jejak kakinya yang ragu-ragu di jalan itu

tak ada yang lebih arif dari hujan bulan Juni dibiarkannya yang tak terucapkan diserap akar pohon bunga itu

eyang sapadi, pinjem puisinya yah untuk seseorang yang sudah duluan pulang, meninggalkan banyak airmata haru, rindu dan kebanggaan karena pernah memilki cintanya……….

ok, after my struggle to get da dream ticket and da inspiring film that i watched, now let me share my Opinion about da novel.

setelah browsing sana-sini akhirnya dapat juga lah wajah laskar pelangi yang ‘asli’, asik juga fotonya ada dimuat METRO. emang benar ada 10 orang dan inilah nama asli sahabat bang andrea itu:

1. chandra prana

2. Syahdan wahyudi

3. Alpino

4. Iwan

5. Ahmad fajri

6. Andrea hirata

7. Hartati

8. Rojali

9. A Kiong aka Chau Cin Kiong

10…………………..

yang ke sepuluh gak tahu gak dapat data nama, the nine names were found in majalah TEMPO edisi september 2008, dari hasil wawancara dengan AMAN alias A KIONG. Istrinya yang bernama Saparina yang agaknya menjadi inspirasi Andrea untuk membuat karakter SAHARA (lih. TEMPO Sept 2008).

days ago i visited wikipedia dan dapatlah nama2 lengkap tokoh di novelnya. misalnya Lintang Samudra Basara bin Syahbani Maulana Basara, jadi yang di Wiki itu adalah nama tokoh Dalam novel. sementara nama ASLI  mereka para laskar yah itu tadi, hasil investigasi wartawan TEMPO.

tokoh yang bernama lintang itu sepertinya hanya andre yang tahu yang mana diantara ke sepuluh orang tersebut yang dimaksud dengan Lintang, as none of the 9 persons plus ibu Muslimah tahu yang mana yang dimaksud dengan tokoh Lintang.  jika memang tokoh lintang itu ada sayang sekali sampai semua isi kelas tidak ada yang ingat betapa besar jasa lintang untuk sekolah mereka seperti yang digambarkan dalam novel dan movienya bahwa he was a superb student from pesisir yang membuat tim mereka menang cerdas cermat. even ibu muslimah cannot remember which of the ten or nine students was meant as Lintang. well i am not talking bout the name but the perfomance of this genious kid should have not been forgotten easily right? esp because he was soooo special, genious like andre had told us many times.

i also agree that this novel likes to use bahasa yang hiperbola. mungkin untuk menciptakan efek dramatis  dan ‘mengesankan’, tapi akhirnya sorry to say, jadi agak ganjil.  beberapa kritikus menyebutkan ketika  mahar menyanyikan tennesse waltz dan ketika bu muslimah menyanjung lintang dengan kata2: “superb, anak pesisir, superb”, it was too  much. bahwa kemungkinan-kemungkinan penyanjungan oleh bu muslimah itu pastilah ada, mungkin redaksinya lebih membumi dengan bahasa yang mereka kenal juga, well this school was not bilingual school in terms of english-speaking school or france-speaking school so the teacher did not need to use any term of those foreign languages with all respect.

Bahwa antara karya sastra tertulis dan visual pasti berbeda itu sudah jamak terjadi dan public dont mind about that i guess, as indonesians had read and watched more. so they could accept the difference.

sejauh mana seorang penulis itu bisa membubuhkan  ‘improvisasi’ dalam memoar kisah nyatanya mungkin perlu diperjelas ke publik terutama bagi mereka yang ingin berbagi dan menjual kisah nyata hidupnya. kekhawatiran pribadi sebagai orang awam adalah jika penulis tersebut mencampur adukkan antara kisah nyata dan improvisasi pribadi (which is not real experience) then, dari sudut pandang seorang PEMBACA maka saya akan berakhir dengan keraguan apakah isi novel yang diklaim sebagai kisah nyata itu benar begitu adanya atau dibumbui. dengan kata lain i just dont know which one is the real story and which one is not.

dalam kasus novel laskar pelangi, terlepas dari keganjilan hiperbola yang dibuat oleh andrea ( karena andrea suka sekali dengan gaya bahasa ini), adalah ‘lupa’ nya atau lebih tepatnya “tidak tahunya” semua saksi dan pelaku laskar pelangi  terhadap tokoh lintang, that’s the key.

tapi yah, people say art is meant for art. if this novel is meant as an art product then just enjoy it.  selama itu bisa buat orang terinspirasi ya silahkan saja, cuman lebih baik kita menjual true story if IT IS  A REAL ONE.

well i can say that it’s not exagerrating if i feel that the movie is touchy and inspiring. it reminds us how ungrateful sometimes we are for having all those stuff needed for our education, yet, we are still far from having committed to learning itself.

however,

honestly, adegan anak2 ke dukun seberang pulau itu menurutku terlalu dibuat2. not natural, apa emang bener ya laskar pelangi asli did that for real.

karena saya orang awam jadinya menurut saya pembuatan film berdasarkan kisah nyata itu agak ‘gak asik’ kalau harus dikasih bumbu2 imaginer yang bisa misleading, a.l penonton jadi gak bisa mbedaian yang true story dan mana yang enggak.

 tapi perjuangan dapetin tiket agak2 lumayanlah soalnya aku bisa nonton bareng bang andrea hirata, sultan, “mahar”, ‘ikal’, ‘lintang’ kru pilem termasuk sutrada n produser…hehehehe

tap

Romadhan ke 25

jam 9 berangkat dari rumah ke bank, ngecek saldo yang kagak nambah2.

bis tu flew to Amplas to buy some tickets for Laskar Pelangi.

No parking area was attended then i must have to ‘go down’ to the basement to park my motorcycle. it was dark, only dim of light. the area was attended by two parking attendants, trus aku tanya; mas jam berapa bukanya?

mas park: jam 10 mbaak

akyu: trus kalau 21 jam berapa?

mas park: jam setengah 11.

then i took a glance at my watch: still 09.30. udah curiga aja banyak orang depan amplaz yang masih tutup jadi aku parkir aja si cimot trus naik masuk mall dari basement.

i saw some teenagers, i dunno their names, tapi langsung aja ku tanya “mas mau nonton lasykar ya?”

teenagers: iya mbak.

but they just waited there, in a place where i could not have enouh oxygent for my small nose. then i just decided to walk on entering the mall. buseeeet ini pertama kalinya masuk mall gelap hanya ada beberapa karyawan yang sedang morning briefing. i just walked on and voila! an elevator yang belum nyala, jadi gue naik tangga itu. pake disalip ama dua cewek berkerudung. ok deh.

then i walked and walked. only little light

gue naik ke lantai 1 trus lt 2 dan pas mau ke lt 3 elevatornya dikasih rantai kuning. abis tengak-tengok kanan kiri celingukan gak jelas i just trespassed the yellow chain and take the stairs to lt 3 where i would buy the dream tickets hee hee hee. ada beberapa mahluk si tapi dikit. trus begitu dah sampai ujung ketemu ama semacam sekuriti gitu. then i greeted him. “pak, buka jam berapa nih  21? (pura-pura gak tahu)”

bapak sekurit: jam stngah 11 sih tapi kalau ada acara bisa lebih cepat.

akyu: mau nonton laskar nih pak

bapak sekuriti: oh ya itu disana udah banyak yang antri

twe weeenngg,!!!!!!!!! nyut nyut nyut………….. i imagined a long line of ticket buyers. so i flew, not walked. oh ternyata cuman ada 5 orang pemuda tanggung termasuk cewek berjilbab yang nyelip gue tadi.

pintu 21 was still closed. two of boys were cast away by a security. wah mereka disuruh keluar dulu nunggu. aku cuman liatin ajah, tapi lagi2 sok akrabnya muncul; mau nonton LP ya mas?

mas2: iya mbak, mbaknya?

akyu: iya, sama.

tapi perbincanganku gak lama. soalnya mereka keburu diusir. tinggallah aku dengan dua cewek penyalipku.

“mau nonton LP ya mbak?” (buset berapa kali gue kudu ngomong retorik gini hari itu)

mereka; iya, ibuk mau nonton juga ( ya Alloh gue dipanggil ibu heheheh, tua kali mukaku ini!!!)

gue/ibuk: iya sih, udah kita disini aja, jgn mau disuruh pergi.

eh tiba2 datanglah sekuritas tadi dengan temannya yang badannya lebih gede dan suaranya campuran bass dan rock (BAROCK)

Barock: “mbak keluar dulu silahkan” (sambil nunjuk pintu keluar, enak aja gak tahu dia perjuangan gue mendaki beberapa lantai meski gue lagi gak puasa, tapi pls deh capek tahu pak!!, emang situ mau gendong ane turun? kalau ente mau , ane yang kagak bakalan mau heu heu heu heu heu)

aku; kenapa pak, kan kita berdiri aja disini

Barock: ya gak boleh! ini kan belum buka, udah mbaknya keluar dulu aja (enak aja, disuruh nunggu di t4 non oxigen gitu)

Aku; ndak mau ah pak, saya ke atas aja. (kan roof topnya buat tempat parkir dan terbuka luaaas lagi, bnyk angin oxigen, tempat duduk dan musholat)

Barock; (ragu-ragu), ya udah gapapa.

yaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh naik tangga lagi wadduuh tuh Amplas puas dah gua jajalin pake kaki dari basement sampai roof nya. buset dah.

setelah bersitegang dengan barock karena agak2 nada tinggi gitu suaranya “gak usa forcing gitu deh pak, kita juga customer sini!” tukasku judes men, keluar aslinya.

akhirnya aku dan dua cewek berjilbab itu naik ke roof tanpa ber auld lang syne dengan si barock. eh malah kita bertiga berkenalan ngomong ngalor ngidul dan membuat taktik dan strategi pembelian karcis, supaya kita dapat membeli dream tickets dengan banyaknya pesaing dan predator tiket heu heu heu heu heu heu.

“nah ntar kamu kesitu, aku kesini, trus yang duluan antri yang beli tiket yak?”

“iya mbak setuju (heheheeh gak panggil ibuk lagi–aku), kami beliin dua ya”

“iya tenang, aku beliin 5 ntar kalau kalian duluan”

“ok…..”

wes ewes ewes ewes……. blah blah blah blah

rencana disusun yang mateng terus kita masuk lagi di ujung tangga gak bisa turun karena dijaga sekuriti.

tapi semua orang udah pasang kuda-kuda, kaki kanan di depan badan dicondongkan naaaahhh, begitu lampu idup semua orang langsung lari turun tangga. ngadep pintu kacanya 21.

sesuai rencana, aku bersebrangan ma lila dan laras (wes tahu namanya!).

buset dah depanku mas-mas GEDEEE BANGET badannya banyak lagi. wahh tuhann jangan biarkan mereka mengambil jatahku.

trus akhirnya setelah dibentak2 ma sekuritas karena byk yang gak tertib dibukalah pintu pertama jre jeeeeeeennnng !!! seperti sudah diramalkan sebelumnya perlombaaan lari ngepot pun terjadi. gedubrak gedubruk.  trus giliran pintuku waaaaaaaaaaa nyerah deh, aku jadi ‘agak terbelakang” hehehehe. sikut sana sikut sini akhirnya bisa berdiri tegak.

sekitar 2 menit lila datang, mbak luluk udah gak usah antri, kita dah paling depan.

alhamdulillah langsung aja deh aku keluar dari barisan kehormatan itu. dan beli karcis dengan laras.

after that, kita bernostalgila betapa dua cewek itu harus lari zigzag dan main sikut2 an untuk dapat posisi terhormat di antrian hehehehehe.

trus kita jadi buat persekutuan movie akhirnya tukar2 an nomor hp dan buat movie brotherhood, whe heheheh.

Alhamdulillah

ROMADHAN telah datang, mudah-mudahan bisa berkhusyuk dan tidak menyia nyiakan hadiah Allah buat mahlukNYA.

selamat Romadhan dan selamat berhijrah dan  beruzlah.

hwaaaaa ya amploop dah lama bangget aku tiada niliki blog ku.

kok ya masih ada hehehehe

mau nulis curhatan lagi aja ah dari pada bingung. dah lama juga gak niliki teman2 blogger.

i wonder why Malaysian Government never think that what they have done to Indonesia for the last 5-10 years could jeopardize the two countries mutual relation intertwined for years.

starting from claiming Batik (indonesian traditional cloth) as their own local clothing, thus claiming the rights to produce it to stealing folk song of Indonesia; rasa sayange.

so they THOUGHT rasa sayange belongs to them? it couldnt be more ridiculous than this. from the pronunciation, dialect, Maluku -from which this song came– is pole apart from malaysia. i meant, no single bit is the similarity. they should be ashamed!

then indonesian peoples might think that their government should have done something to protect the countries’ resources, i couldnt agree more, but phu—leeezzzz should we register EVERY bit of indonesia’s wealth? it is the Thief that should be mannered /taught.

it is probably because Malaysia could not confide in their own cultural resources that hopelessly steal its neighbour’s. what was in their mind? do they think that they are better than indonesia?  no matter how intelligent and rich, they are nobody but a lame thief. A respected and civilized country should have not done this painstaking conduct. it hurt and unrates other people. so far from being dignified country.

Lately, after buying that machine i have a soft spot for  watching movie. just now i finish watching the one entitled pursuit of HappYness, based on true story of the unbelievably succesful stock broker who once was a homeless, juggling with his life with the only son who was just 5 years old.

Why Thomas Jefferson mentioned something about  pursuit of happiness in the declaration, probably because we must run to reach the happiness or it might never exist. absolutely the lattest idea steming from pessimistic person. however we might be bothered as the definition of happines in our mind could be influenced by the ‘definition’ and the ‘criteria’ of happiness of somebody around.

thus, are we possibly trapped by other people’s dream of happiness??

but the movie with Will Smith intelligently acting as the main character underlines that the happiness he and his son pursue is actually the very basic kind of happiness; decent home base and meal though he eventually end up as a new tycoon.

seeing this movie, though it is based on the very real story could make me think that life is full of magical events. for a while we must live with the ‘burden’ till we could discover the key to later on open the multi-layered doors of happiness.

ridiculously, though umpteenth of time i watch ‘inspiring’ movies, i once was moved and after that earth calling; go back as lazy bone …again.

well, at least i should remember this from da movie:

if you want something, you run for it. period.

i just finish reading novel written by Orhan Pamuk entitled; My name is Red, or in original language it is benim Kirmizi.

this novel is awsome, it has many characters and the writer told the story from each character’s feeling and point of view. thus, do not imagine that you will read the whole story as if someone detached from it knew everything and told u the story. it is like we are talking to each character as the characters  are TALKING to us.

‘My name is Red”, won the noble prize for literature in 2006 . the topic alone is unique and attracting; it was about assassination of Sultan’s illustrators in Turky done by one of them who was afraid of the foreign influence over their original arts and literatures. the details are there. It is illustrating how western and eastern culture collided and took its innocent tolls.

yet, it needs patience to read this thick novel as it is very thick and also demands us to think, to digest any clue leading to revealing the murder. besides, inside the main story you will read many other parables which i am sure i am not familiar with.

and another good news is that the writer is a bold man ! )) hip hip hurray, hee  hee hee hee  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orhan_Pamuk

gw mau ngefanz ma dia ah