Friday, November 10, 2006
These days cartoon shows are rulling back most of TV stations. withi nothing to do in the morning, and restless mind that one have, they should have noticed that any lunatic cartoons on TV are actually not that simple. there are uephemistic message in particular episodes, if you do put your eyes on those series. any couch potatoes like me would do such a thing. once you did not really put attention to any lunatic episodes they aired, but then when you are dumbstruck it comes to your mind that several episodes of those mischieved characters gave you de javu.
for several months before work, i have realy loads of times to get dumb with TVs. usually i dont have any favorite cartoons on TV, but now i can mention some of the series that really captured my attention, due to their stories, unimaginable characters or how disfunctional they are. some of them are: Jimmy Neutron, ChalkZone, Dora the explorer, the angry beaver, spongebob, and catdogs.
believe me, i used to think that Spongebob was not worthy of my attention. but now, shamefuly i have to change that opinion.
somehow i love the disfunctional relationship among the characters. they are so unbelieveably insane from the first place which makes them just loveable. and some episodes do memorable.
yesterday i watch one where Squidward- the cynical squid- wish that he would vanish from Bikini bottom- that unbelieveable city under the sea- and would never see Spongebob, Patrick, and anyone from that stressfull city. and guess what, he had his wish come true.
in a struck of a lightning he sat himself inside this time machine that brought him to several destinations. well, actually he manage to hidehimself in the huge freezer inside Crabby Patty's restaurant and found that freezer was actually a time travelling machine. which is cool.
Squidward was sent to 2000 years after that, where he met Spongetron, if i am not mistaken. then he went back to age before time where he met this stone aged Spongebob and Patrick who still could not talk any language and afraid of jelly fish. one thing led to another, and Squidward showed them how to catch jellyfish.
and the last destination was my most favorite, where Squidward was sent to a place of nothingness. which was empty, fully white space, and just some blocks of colors hanging on the unidentified white roof. which was a homage to 2001 space oddysey by Kubrick. i think so.
it was a briliant episodes. isolation that brought to extreme response of antisocial function.
i guess i'll try to watch another episode. and get dumb.
stanley dirgapradja@petit garcon 6:11 PM [comment]
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Wednesday, November 08, 2006
my uncle lent me a book. it was called 'the secret of thinking big.' or something else sound like that. for me, any book exposing such title is just any self help book written by some smart ass who think that they know ones problem better than that person himself. and i put away such books cause no one will ever reckon my problem better than myself. and i wont let other people tell me what to do considering my problems, meaning...mmm, i am one smart ass myself. gag.
and actually with such blocked life that i have, i need those kinda books. yeah right...
my father gave me such book, cause he thinks i should put my dream of becoming a writer and a director into the deepest ground. i found that very undemocratic, less likely to be called fatherhood, and insulting. i didnt care, and i threw his book away from my sight.
i actually tried to avoid any possible conversation with him since he kept me from going to Jakarta.
that darn book was called 'secret of thinking big' or something else like that.
what you are thinking will form or defy the person you are. and if you juggling around or inside a less creative comunity or people you will be uncreative yourself. thinking big means you have a certain goal you want to achieve within the next 5 or 10 or 20 years by thinking big.
lets start with the quote.
how my life would be in the next 5 years?
"i want to become a professional writer, writing debatable, absurd stuff almost likely uncapable of being considered by simple mind. i have written several award winning books, and some cheap sleazy love story dedicated to my loveless persona.
because i am a professional writer, i manage to buy land and houses in Jakarta, Bali, and Singapore-some of the cities where i want to live.
all those houses are simple, modern, and functional related to my personality. they have works of several famous artists ever lived. to mention a few, Andy warhol and Dali. i want to have a house just like Kanye wants his house.
i would travel from one of those houses to another house whenever i needed a boost of ideas. i would comeback at dawn from wild parties to rest inside those houses and feeling glad cause i still have places to go back home even though there's no one waiting for me there.
during my leisure time of writing i would direct music videos of some notable artists out there. if there is any asian Mike Romanek or Samuel Bayer, that would be me.
i dont need cars, cause i like to take public transportations. and if i do need car, i would by a VW.
i would be single by this age, cause i still think that being alone is the best way to sleep with anyone i want, despite of sex, wherever i want within those houses i mentioned before.
i would dress just like weezer vocalists, and i would have the same glasses as his.
i would be noted as prolific writer and director stands within his idealistic absurd and sex life.
i would be running away from my tyrant father and never would have to go back home fullfilling his wants towards me.
i would mingle among models, notable directors, and wild people as i do, and live our own bubble. despite any criticism towards us. cause life is a form of creativity for us.
i would let my siblings to become whoever whatever they wanted to be.
i am still 29 this time. and i still havent considered of marrying somebody."
thats what happen if i think BIG.
stanley dirgapradja@petit garcon 7:21 PM [comment]
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Tuesday, November 07, 2006
this morning i went to the police HQ to make license A, the driving license that allows you to drive cars in Indonesia. i stucked there from 8 something in the morning and it ended up 3 in the afternoon. i hate to wait and i hate to make people wait for me. yet, today that kind of thing is just unavoidable. anyway, there were steps to follow:
*you have to take a theory test, which examine whether you really know the rules on the road, and whether you are proper enough to drive on wheels.
*you will take picture of yourself, and usually a self picture on a driving license is always bad. my last year's license (type C) had this picture of mine that looked like a terrible drag queen coming back from a late night show and still had some make up spilled on his tired face. and my type A license is a bit luckier. my picture on this one looked like 4 years older than last year's picture. i looked like someone, my tyrant father- whom i hate down to the bone-well, not that much.but I HATE HIM, yes.
and after taking that odd picture with one odd pose you should put yourself in a queue. to take that license. i joined those people queuing. my stomache growling cause i havent eat since the morning. i sat on this white wood bench. smoking. thinking that i would kill someone just to get out of there and get my license. but i would be caught for murder if i do that, and i wont get any license, so i decided not to do it. in front of me sat two young women. malayan. obviously. talking proudly, hecticly in their mother tounge-which for me just sounded noisy. i hate malayan. dont know why. it banged my ears and the tone just not nice.
then came this middle aged man. dressed in red shirt. a tidy and well prepared one. his left eye was red. he was short. wearing this officer pants and one pair of nice leather shoes. the shoes were black. this middle aged man sat next to both women i described before. at first he was silence. he was busy with his Nokia N-91. text-ing someone. i dont care.
then, he talked to the girl with white pressed shirt that exposing her blossoming breast. those breast and their owner seem so proud of any euphoria coming out of that situation.
that old man talked in a very low tone, as if he was wanting to talk just to that woman in white, not with her friend (in black, next to her, and not as attractive as the girl in black).
one sentences led to another. and my naughty ears, and obnoxious nasty mind just urging to hear more and becoming prejudice. hahaha.
that old man said (from my super ears' observation): working?
girl in white with nice boobs: still looking...
that old man: where did you work?
girl in white with nice blossoming breast: i worked at this store, but i quit...
that old man: mmmm....mmmm...(unclear)...i had this office near X road...we are still looking for employers...
girl in white with nice boobs, and blossoming...: really?
that old man: can i have your number? who knows if we still have that position, i can offer it 2 u..
girl in white.....blossoming boobs: (thinking for a while)...here is my number...
and so on...
and so on...
and both these people continue talking. the girl in white (seemed to me) started to feel agitated. she talked to her unattractive friend. and laughed a little- very little- just for themselves. then both of these women walked away from that old man.
that old man is a land crocodile---buaya darat---sexual predator.
says who?
said I. period.
stanley dirgapradja@petit garcon 6:09 PM [comment]
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Sunday, November 05, 2006
i called Lusi last night, from a glimpse of a burning will to hear her voice again...
not that dramatic though. hahahaha. so many things to catch up between us. she wanted to
hear my side of story , and likewise. and mostly she's the one who gave me much amusement.
she wanted to quit her job and find another challenging ones...well, she is one drama queen...
just like me, is there any drama queer term? gag.
she dumped her plump lover- no offense to that- and started a new love career with one
fourthy year old man- which is a shock. yeah, she's going down for old meat now...hahaha.
never pass in my mind that she would start such a thing. hell yeahh..
we talked, we talked, we talked...since the college years we do talk and discuss a load. just about anything.she's one argue loving woman i have ever known. no offense for that.
she unlocked some of secrets that i cannot share here...she told me the latest of my coleague,
and we talked like for an hour...hell, i dunno how much i would pay this month just for
phone bills only...darn.
and eventually i got so tired, almost deciding to sleep my exhausted mine when one drama king
text me, just out of the blue, revealing secrets he was not trying to reveal for me- thats what
he said the previous day- but i guess he could not resist not telling it to me. gegegegege.
we texted each other like for an hour or more. it ended at 2 in the morning when i eventually
fell asleep after reading (again) 'Embroidery'...which is funny...funny...funny...
been there, done that.
and i read this thing-down there- this morning. i got it from mas enda (see the link on the right side of this page). one reading that sucks you within and makes u gulp thousand times.
REQUEST FOR URGENT BUSINESS RELATIONSHIP
FIRST, I MUST SOLICIT YOUR STRICTEST CONFIDENCE IN THIS TRANSACTION. WE ARE TOP OFFICIAL OF THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT CONTRACT REVIEW PANEL WHO ARE INTERESTED IN IMPORATION OF GOODS INTO OUR COUNTRY WITH FUNDS WHICH ARE PRESENTLY TRAPPED IN NIGERIA….. HE HE HE, KIDDING!
Bolehkan saya untuk memulai lagi. Ehm, ehm.
Di bawah ini adalah cerita tentang dunia tempat saya tinggal dengan segala isinya. Sebuah planet dalam jaringan alam semesta yang tidak jauh berbeda dengan tempat tinggal kamu yang kamu sebut planet bumi.
Kita tidak pernah berhubungan sebelum ini, kamu belum bisa melihat dan berkomunikasi dengan kami. Dan kami belum perlu untuk menghubungi kamu (selain email ini). Tapi selain jarak yang memisahkan kita ratusan juta tahun cahaya, rupanya kita tidak jauh berbeda.
Di bawah ini adalah cerita tentang kami.
Di tahun 3021, peradaban manusia (supaya mudah saya akan menggunakan istilah manusia juga) di dunia kami sudah berlangsung dan berkembang cukup lama. Populasi manusia sudah cukup banyak dan kami tinggal berkumpul di kota-kota besar yang melayang di atas tanah.
Teknologi, ekonomi dan kebudayaan kami cukup maju dan masalah lingkungan belum ada. Keluarga, bapak, ibu, anak hidup berdampingan dalam hubungan sosial yang dekat satu sama lain di dalam rumah-rumah pribadi.
Atmosphere planet cukup hangat untuk hidup tanpa alat pemanas dan cukup sejuk untuk ditinggali. Singkatnya kehidupan kami cukup menyenangkan dan tidak jauh berbeda dengan kehidupan di planet bumi dengan satu pengecualian, dunia kami hanya terdiri dari dua warna: HITAM dan PUTIH.
Untuk waktu yang lama tidak ada yang merasa hal ini aneh. Sepanjang yang kami tahu beginilah kondisi semua kehidupan di dalam dan diluar alam semesta, HITAM dan PUTIH, hingga suatu hari.
Di tahun 3368, di satu kota di belahan utara planet kami ditemukanlah sebuah warna KUNING. Tidak ada yang tahu dari mana warna KUNING ini berasal seolah-olah dia jatuh dari langit dikirimkan oleh sebuah kekuatan kebaikan untuk kami.
Penemuan ajaib dan supernatural! Orang berbondong-bondong untuk datang, karena tidak ada yang pernah melihat warna KUNING pada saat itu, dunia kami hanya hitam dan putih. KUNING terlihat seperti sesuatu yang luar biasa, hampir-hampir agung.
Tidak lama orang-orang yang sudah melihat warna kuning ini dengan mata kepala sendiri mulai merasakan pengaruhnya pada diri mereka. Mereka percaya bahwa KUNING dikirimkan untuk mereka dan ada maksud kenapa mereka yang menerima warna KUNING tersebut.
Kota itu pun menjadi terkenal sebagai warna KUNING, dan orang-orang yang tertarik pada warna KUNING berkumpul disitu untuk belajar dan mengenal apa sebenarnya arti dari warna tersebut. Sebagian menjadi sangat ahli tentang KUNING dan menjadi sumber rujukan bagi mereka yang ingin tahu. Sebagian lagi menyatakan diri percaya bahwa KUNING ditakdirkan datang pada mereka dan menjadi bagian dari hidup mereka.
Dua puluh tahun setelah itu, di tahun 3388, di tempat yang tidak jauh. Ditemukan sebuah warna lain lagi. Warna HIJAU.
Kembali orang berbondong-bondong untuk melihat warna baru ini. Ya kita sudah memiliki HITAM, PUTIH dan KUNING, tapi ini baru! Ini warna HIJAU!
Apa artinya warna yang baru ini? Apa pengirim HIJAU ini sama dengan pengirim KUNING? Kenapa dia ditemukan disini?
Kembali pertanyaan-pertanyaan memenuhi kepala mereka yang hadir disitu. Antusiasme dan keingintahuan untuk mempelajari warna ini pun hadir kembali. Orang berkumpul, belajar, menganalisa apa arti dari HIJAU.
Tidak lama orang-orang pun mulai membandingkan KUNING dengan HIJAU. Apa perbedaan antara mereka? Mana yang lebih bagus? Apa arti dari masing-masing warna?
Para ahli KUNING kurang senang dengan keadaan ini, waktu mereka dan keahlian mereka telah mapan di bidang KUNING. Dengan hadirnya HIJAU maka tingkat sosial mereka pun terancam, dan mereka mulai menunjukkan kelebihan-kelebihan KUNING di banding HIJAU.
KUNING lebih terang, KUNING adalah cahaya, KUNING adalah pencerahan, kata mereka pada para pengikutnya. HIJAU mungkin bagus, tapi tidak sebaik dan sebenar KUNING. KUNING adalah yang terbaik.
Sementara itu mereka yang melihat HIJAU dan lebih menyukai HIJAU tentu beranggapan lain.
HIJAU itu sejuk, HIJAU membawa kedamaian, HIJAU adalah kehidupan dan alam menurut mereka. HIJAU lebih baik dari KUNING.
Perdebatan yang sengit kadang muncul diantara mereka yang percaya pada KUNING dan mereka yang percaya pada HIJAU, tapi sementara itu peristiwa lain lagi datang.
Pada tahun 3428, 40 tahun setelah HIJAU turun dan 60 tahun setelah KUNING turun, di sebuah daerah lain, ditemukan warna MERAH.
Pada tahap ini, para pengikut KUNING dan pengikut HIJAU telah masing-masing memisahkan diri satu sama lain.
Mereka hidup di kota yang berbeda, dan kalaupun mereka hidup di kota yang sama mereka menegaskan identitas mereka dengan menggunakan simbol-simbol dengan warna masing-masing di tubuh mereka.
Pengikut KUNING akan mengecat janggut dan rambut mereka dengan warna KUNING, sedang pengikut HIJAU akan menggunakan gelang, kalung dan tutup kepala berawarna HIJAU.
Ketika MERAH datang, kembali proses yang sama terjadi. Orang datang untuk melihat MERAH, mebawanya sedikit dan menyebarkannya ke teman dan keluarga mereka.
Kembali keingintahuan dan antusiasme orang untuk mempelajari MERAH hadir. Dalam waktu yang tidak lama MERAH pun telah memiliki pengikut yang cukup banyak.
MERAH menurut mereka, berarti berani, MERAH adalah darah, sungai di tubuh kita, MERAH adalah kehormatan dan keksatriaan. Merah adalah satu-satunya cara hidup yang terhormat di planet ini.
Dalam kurun waktu seratus tahun, dunia kami yang asalnya hanya berwarna HITAM dan PUTIH telah mendapat tiga tambahan warna lagi tanpa kami tahu siapa pengirimnya dan apa sebabnya warna-warna itu hadir sekarang, mereka hadir begitu saja.
Masing-masing warna KUNING, HIJAU dan MERAH sekarang telah memiliki orang-orang yang percaya pada warna-warna tersebut, telah ada pengikutnya masing-masing.
Arti dan makna dari masing-masing warna telah mulai diformalkan agar orang tidak lupa dan lebih gampang untuk mempelajarinya. Mereka yang memformalkan ini menjadi ahli tentang warna-warna tersebut.
Membandingkan warna yang satu dengan yang lain tidak terelakkan. Diskusi dan perdebatan tentang mana warna yang paling bagus kerap terjadi dengan masing-masing pengikut percaya bahwa warnanya yang paling bagus.
Sebagian beranggapan ada maksud didalam cara penyampaian warna-warna tersebut yang tidak sekaligus. Kenapa KUNING dulu, lalu HIJAU, lalu MERAH?
Pengikut KUNING beranggapan bahwa KUNING adalah yang terbaik karena KUNING diturunkan pertama. Pengikut MERAH tentu berpendapat lain, MERAH yang terbaik karena dia diturunkan belakangan artinya MERAH diturunkan untuk memperbaiki warna-warna yang datang sebelumnya.
Sedang HIJAU beranggapan bahwa urutan mana yang turun tidak penting, tapi nilai-nilai dan makna dari warna-warna itu yang harus dijadikan patokan.
KUNING, HIJAU dan MERAH menjadi bahan diskusi dan perdebatan yang hangat di dunia kami saat itu. Masing-masing pengikut menggunakan identitas warnanya sendiri, pengikut MERAH sekarang menggunakan pakaian dengan lambang bulat berwarna merah di dadanya.
Bukan hanya orang, tapi benda milik pengikut warna pun menggunakan simbol dan warna ini. Rumah orang KUNING, akan terlihat berwarna KUNING, sedang orang MERAH mungkin mencat pintunya menjadi MERAH dan sebagainya.
Ketika sebagian orang mulai mencampurkan warna diatas dan mengatakan bahwa mereka percaya pada semua warna KUNING, HIJAU dan MERAH, kemarahan para ahli warna tidak terelakan lagi.
Tidak mungkin percaya pada semua warna menurut mereka. Seseorang hanya bisa percaya pada satu warna dan tidak lebih. Warna adalah pilihan, tidak ada yang memaksa, tapi kamu hanya bisa memilih satu warna karena mencampuradukkan warna akan berakibat campur aduknya nilai dan makna dan ini tidak bagus. Bagiku warna aku dan bagimu warna kamu.
Sejak tahun itu beberapa warna lagi datang di dunia kami. PUTIH UNGU dan BIRU ditemukan oleh orang di belahan dunia lain dan mulai menyebar juga dengan reaksi yang kurang lebih sama.
Sejak saat itu juga, satu orang hanya boleh memiliki satu warna dan warna ini biasanya diturunkan pada anak-anak kami. Orang tua yang HIJAU akan mengajarkan agar anaknya menjadi HIJAU pula. Dan begitupun yang lainnya.
Sejak saat itu dunia kami pun mulai berwarna tidak lagi HITAM dan PUTIH.
Apa yang terjadi dengan dunia kami kemudian?
Bagaimana hubungan antara KUNING, HIJAU dan MERAH serta warna-warna lain?
Apakah akan terjadi kekerasan antara masing-masing warna?
stanley dirgapradja@petit garcon 11:58 AM [comment]
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Saturday, November 04, 2006
not much been done this week...
alone in my apartment...
calling some old loyal friends..
talking shits, stuffs, and dopes with Butar...until like 1 hour and a half...
calling tyo...and his "Street car named desire"...
calling bety...she sounded so tired...
calling budy...and his endless drama with his ex girl friend, plus an endless drama
of his own u.t. gwgwgwgwgaggwagagwgakakagag...
this morning called tatang and woke her up, shame on me....hehegegege...
last night got called by melly and i completely forgot what she said...ghagagag..
read a graphic novel entitled..'embroidery'...endless cunt drama of some fictional Iranian women..
and i had to take another driving course...
yawn.
stanley dirgapradja@petit garcon 9:56 AM [comment]
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