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April 07 Dirty Hands On Friday night I treat my family to a nice dinner at Pondok Indah
Kapuk, at a restaurant called Teko, specialized in iga sapi penyet
(beef rib with Indonesian sauce). We went from bengkel just my mum,
iin, Handy, Sylvie and me in a car, my dad was still in Tangerang
(suburb town just west of jakarta) helping Pak.Murdaya Po (a friend he
met at his high school alumni gathering) with his legislative election
campaign... so we've decided to have my dad meet us up at the
restaurant. When we arrived at the restaurant i called my dad and he
was still doing his errand so we start ordering our food first... (and
eventually finished eating before my dad arrives). We ordered their specialty of course: Iga Sapi Penyet and this is the kind of food that would enhance your dinning experience if you just forget about fork and spoon and just DIG IT with both of your hands and get primitive with it! Only at times you have to pick up a phone call, write something down or maybe shake somebody's hand, you need to clean it up with a tissue and the tissue is inside your bag/pocket.. of course you can use the most primitive wet tissue by licking your fingers or if you happens to order hot tea as your drink and not particularly thirsty, wash your hands in it because tea can wash all the greasy stuff away~ but then again some of you would deem it quite inappropriate.. see where I'm getting at? The moral of the story is: Sometimes in life you need to get down and dirty to really harness the full potential of whatever you are doing, but never get both of your hands dirty however tempting and lucrative it is, because you never know when you need a clean hand to do stuff for you.. for me it always works eating with my right hand and leave my left hand out of the saucy, greasy thing... one clean, one dirty.. yin, yang.. a devil, an angel... a good guy, a bad guy... one of us, one of them.. it works! 07/04/2009 April 01 Pain I sprained my right buttock's muscle and it hurts real bad, every time
i tried to move my right foot it hurts, the sensation is kind of like
being electrified, kayak kram gitu kale yah.. I dunno, i think i got it
from the way i sleep or how i always put my big fat wallet (isinya bon
minimarket deket kantor semua ama struk atm bukannya duid) on my back
pocket and sit on it.. ANYHOW i have to walk around like a robot now,
by minimizing movement it helps a little... yesterday rained quite heavily around 18:00 here in karawachi, the cold of the rain persuaded me into thinking of going to a spa, and i thought maybe 5 mins in a hot sauna room, or in a hot water pool ought to relax my muscle a little.. though in the end i hesitated, i ought to save up, too many expenditure last month.. and the rain had stopped anyways~ so i hit the mall instead, i always enjoyed walking in the mall aimlessly by myself~ it gave me space to think, to wonder.. yesterday however i had to walk like a robot the whole time, sometimes it stings.. not that bad, but it stings nevertheless.. and somehow... i don't know, you may think i am some kind of twisted guy, but i do kind of enjoyed this occasional pain i felt.. it made me feel alive somehow. set the day apart from the normal routine.. routine which tend to make you feel numb about life. i felt the pain so i am challenged to make each step as sneaky as possible and thus making my each step meaningful and a small victory for me. the pain makes me realize how precious is if everything is working normally and as it should be. suddenly i was grateful of the boring routines. hadi Wed, 01 Apr 2009 (15:33) note: today is also the 4th birthday of Tabloid Cabe Rawit~ yayy! Communication it's a skill you start learning since you are 1 year old yet how many people can communicate well? I see people around me: people my age, twice.. trice my age still struggling with communication.. how did you live all your life communicating.. and still be suck at communication? if you claim not so.. then how two people who care much about each other can generate so much friction? so much hatred? so much heart broken? be it boyfriend-girlfriend be it husband-wife be it mother-daughter.. how come? why? Hadi Mon，30 Mar 2009 (2:16pm) August 14 Delusional Kinghe ruled the land of utopia
he has heard all the tales of before crooked kings of failure lands but he was a king like no other or so he thought his ideals are rightous and high
he wanted prosperity for his kingdom he wanted harmony for his kingdom he wanted love of his people or so he thought he has everything he ever wanted
his people follow his word his people are well his people are happy or so he thought darkness came as the sun retire
and the king sat on his corner a bottle of wine kept him company as he sat and wept throught another restless night all is well, it's just the cold or so he thought -------------------------------------------------------- 14 August 2008 May 13 AcarAcar is always provided everytime you order yourself a plate of nasi goreng . Sitting in the corner of my plate like that.. you can hardly notice it's existance but it's there.. it's purpose was to neutralize the heat off nasi goreng so you don't get panas dalam.. but acar never was the star of the plate, nowhere on the menu can you find descriptions that says 'nasi goreng dengan acar' it's always either nasi goreng with telor or pete...those stinkin' petes.. they did nothing except preventing your girlfriend from kissing you... despite it's importance acar never complained, never seduce you to eat it or enforcing how important it is to you.. no.. it just sits conviniently within your reach.. always ready whenever you need it. April 29 breathei smoked the last bit of my cig.. they call it sigaret (how they would say rokok back in the days) to send the message that they still do it the old fashion way: 32 MG tar with no filter... so they're supposed to kill you faster but hey~~ they taste the best!! a daily reminder to self that more often then not: whats good in life don't usually last...
I was lucky enough to have met and be in love with an adorable woman. she was perfect for me from head to toe.. she's everything i could ever ask for in a women. Sharing an ice cream with her could send me off the roof imagining how wonderful it would be to grow old together, we so connect and share so many things in common we could well be an advertisement for some presidential election campaign (with the slogan:"i understand you!", "i care for what you care!"). She said she thinks alot while i think i.. ah.. i don't think.. -__-!! but hey~ that could work in a complimentary kind of ways don't it...
How could something this good happened to me? could it last?... will this be a start of a good dream or have she just awaken me from my sleep... sense of insecurities flooded me, i've always told myself the story of an empty room with butterfly, repeating it over and over inside my head until i de-attached her from my addiction... an addiction over a person is a rope strangled around her, your selfishness could well strangle her, suffoscating her, it is not an expression of love.. nothing but ego and selfishness, crushing the butterfly with your own palm... but what can i do.. i can sense she's becoming the air that i breathe
Breathing air is what i'm doing~ sitting by the porch, it was a quite morning, the rotan chair i sat seemed a little dusty, spiderwebs hidden in between corners, i guess nobody bothered to sit there anymore.. Everything was still, no sound of car engine, no satpam strolling outside, no mbak watching tv, no tukang sayur yelling outside, just me and my small green patch. i pretend i was a king~ April 04 Karawach Skythen i see you again
that one foolish afternoon
on my way from work
dancing like nobody's business
you think no one would notice
you think no one would care
you think you can come and go
like you always do
but i see you
awan yang sungguh menawan
my enticing karawach sky
i wrap you with a tie
and present you as a gift
suitable for a fine lady
February 04 Almost Lover - A Fine FrenzyAlmost Lover - A Fine Frenzy Your fingertips across my skin The palm trees swaying in the wind Images You sang me Spanish lullabies The sweetest sadness in your eyes Clever trick Well I never want to see you unhappy I thought you'd want the same for me [Chorus] Goodbye, my almost lover Goodbye, my hopeless dream I'm trying not to think about you Can't you just let me be? So long, my luckless romance My back is turned on you Should've known you'd bring me heartache Almost lovers always do We walked along a crowded street You took my hand and danced with me Images And when you left, you kissed my lips You told me you would never, never forget These images Well I never want to see you unhappy I thought you'd want the same for me [Chorus] Goodbye, my almost lover Goodbye, my hopeless dream I'm trying not to think about you Can't you just let me be? So long, my luckless romance My back is turned on you Should've known you'd bring me heartache Almost lovers always do I cannot go to the ocean I cannot drive the streets at night I cannot wake up in the morning Without you on my mind So you're gone and I'm haunted And I bet you are just fine Did I make it that Easy to walk right in and out Of my life? [Chorus] Goodbye, my almost lover Goodbye, my hopeless dream I'm trying not to think about you Can't you just let me be? So long, my luckless romance My back is turned on you Should've known you'd bring me heartache Almost lovers always do November 18 Answer and Meaningwhat is there life has to offer? is it food that you will crap out tomorrow or money that you'll spend eventually? is life merely just a repetition of a 24 hours routine? or accumulation of wealth and social status? is what i am today the same as what i will be this time next year? maybe with more or less money, more or less possessions, more or less appetite, we earn we spend, we eat we crap.... but is that it? is the only thing that will be different of me ten years from now is my social status, my money? if yes, then what's the point of it.. one day someone younger will overtake my social status, and my money will either be spent or maybe kept in the bank, either way it's temporary and is not something that i can really call my own.
indeed life is an endless circle of 24 hours until you die, with maybe different routine sets throughout the courses of our life: school life routines, work life routines, family life routines but underneath the surface, in between this endless 24 hours grid people are searching for answer and meaning. I felt that if life is a game maybe this is the thing that can earn you a score..
so if answer and meaning is what matters, the question then is which one matters most? science and religion have been debating each other for an eternity.
The core of chinese philosophy if you trace it back originated from YiQing or some people would like to say it BaGua, in which i wouldn't go into much depth other than the fact that BaGua have a perfect harmony concept, that is between wind and fire. Fire generates wind, wind in turn makes fire grow bigger so with every cycle they grow stronger. I think meaning and answer relates to each other in a very similar harmony: Meaning generate answer, and answer give more to the meaning... complimenting each other to give something more fullfilling... maybe therefore a happier life.
so sad things happens when you take the two and confront them with each other... or in some extreme case dispense both of them like Chairman Mao did closing all the schools and destroying temples. In modern china however people tend to go with the science, labeling religion as superstition... so people grow up searching for answer yet not knowing the meaning.. out in the street you see government posters with 10 commandments of what to do and what not do which... sometimes i wonder, do people actually read that and then just obey by it no questions asked or what..
the thirst for a reason is there... it has always been there just dampened deep inside their souls... people go to school to study, choose a major, graduate and work and when they ask "what's all that for?" they get answers like: houses, money, social status... and so life goes on.. and the void inside grows bigger and bigger until one day you just stop asking for a meaning and accept it as part of growing up. November 10 Hey There DelilahHey there Delilah Wisdomlife is journey of discovering science and religion, answer and meaning, yin and yang, reason and purpose, man and women, birth and death, loyalty and betrayal, socialist and capitalist, passion and duty, theory and application, good and bad, instinct and logic, chaos and order, black and white...
and wisdom... wisdom lies in the grey November 04 Commodore James Norrington (Pirates of Caribbean 3; At World's End)
Bought the DVD and saw it last week, Pirates of the Caribbean 3; At World's End. A much anticipated movie especially amongst the chinese people, reason being Chow Yun Fat was in it and you get to see Keira Knightley in chinese dress. The movie was quite entertaining with nothing short of what you would expect from the typical hollywood movie blockbuster sadly though nothing more.. Though one side plot captured my heart, that is the relationship between Elisabeth Swan (Keira Knightley) and Commodore James Norrington (Jack Davenport) it's the only thing that still clings after i finished watching the movie and it still lingers in my mind until now, very strange.. the part where he sacrificed himself just to get her out of Flying Dutchmen is very sad, and how he said to her "our destinies have been entwinned elisabeth, but never joined"... I think the scriptwritter have been very unfair to this guy... and sometimes i feel that my "scriptwriter" have been unfair to me too... maybe that's why i remembered this sub-plot more than the entire movie, maybe because i feel like i share his sadness.. somehow entwinned but never joined... October 04 Hospital AdI've been wanting to do this for a very long time... today i found the mood to start writing it down.
4 years of college doesn't give me anything worth mentioning, no theory, no skills, nothing that i would've remembered... everything goes down in the drain to WoowooLand, but i know deep down inside that i am still an advertising man, for whenever i'm on a bus ride home, my eyes would still be preying for ad billboards, wondering, admiring, criticizing. and eversince i got my beloved-nokia5300-handphone-with-a-camera i've been thinking *since you are so bitchy about it, why not take pictures of the ad and bitch about it on your own blog, so i did start taking pictures i just never find the energy or time to put it up on my blog. this picture below have been on my mobile for like zeons.. so now we'll have a new catagory on my blog called: Confession of an Advertising Man, basically an outlet for me to outpour anything advertising left inside me.
Hospital Ad
this hospital billboard was on the bus stop near my old house in Madaokou, so everytime i go to the office i would have to stand next to it.
seriously i don't know where to start with this one, first thing it's pink! pink background with a pretty nurse smiling at you.. what's the point of it? what kind of positioning is that? heck i don't even know what kind of target market they were trying to attract. unless it's some kind of advertising for a hospital rental to shoot JAPANESE PORNOGRAPHIC VIDEO! i mean, why a pretty nurse? why would you want to use a pretty nurse to attract somebody to come to your hospital other than the reason i mentioned, i cannot think of any other reasons.
when you think of a hospital.. think of hands, many hands whom the owner is totally unrelated to your life whatsoever... then imagine these hands are playing around with your intestine... what do you have? PANIC RUSH you say? what are you panicking? HYGENE, yes! that's right... next thing you would want the hospital to have the proper equipment and some hi-tech machine there that would increase your chance of survival right? in other word FACILITY.
If i was to do the advertising, being a women specialized hospital i wouldn't worry too much about survival thing. i would try to enforce the HYGENE image through the design. maybe a high resolution, professionally taken picture of the front desk with REAL nurse in their correct uniform taking care of a patient. 4 October 2007after 5 months in Madaokou, Chaoyang District, i'm finally back in Huaqing again. Same area, different building, different persepective. I now live on the 18th floor, though i've moved in for quite some time, i had been too preoccupied with my own mind to actually live the new environment that i am in now.
today after cleaning up the floor i decided to climb up the window to smoke a few cigs, watching the people walking by below me wondering about their own business, i feel the cold air blowing gently into the room.. it was a comfortable sense of loneliness, the one thing that i've gotten used to this past one year. sure thing moving back to wudaokou i am surrounded with friends and people that i know, but it's still cold nevertheless. you put one big cake in the middle and everyone would be busy minding their own piece of cake, leaving me feeling like a fool, but i guess this is the real world we live in, i guess i've been delusionized by the kind of friendships that you guys had offered me, WangQianJie, Angel, Shun, Shanai, Ci Lisa, Didik... damn, i miss you guys so much.
time passes by so slowly, i feel so... weary.. like a soldier returning back from a lost battle, passed his glorious battle, ripped from his pride.. nothing on his hand, only dreams of passed glory.. maybe it's time to rest.. |
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