Banyak kenangan manis terjadi saat Anda & rekan2 menuntut
ilmu di Kampus Ganesha, dan begitu banyak rencana besar dibuat
di hari wisuda untuk diwujudkan bersama.
Kini saatnya Anda menjalin tali persaudaraan yg lebih erat
dgn sesama alumni ITB. Hidupkan kembail kenangan manis anda
dan nikmati kesuksesan bersama dengan memiliki kartu IA ITB,
persembahan dari Ikatan
Alumni ITB bekerja sama dengan Bank Mandiri & Visa
International.
blablabla...
what do you think about this??
fri,
sept 26
barusan
gue ketemuan sama superhero.
anak kuta lainnya yg punya blog juga.
ceritanya dia mau pinjem film
gue. menurut gue, film
ini ancur sih, tapi menurut dia bagus. memang selera
superhero & manusia biasa spt gue beda .
komentar dia pas
liat gue:
"anak kuta bangeeet, rambutnya merah."
gue ngeblog sejak maret
2002 *yeee udah gak di-link*. jadi udah 1
tahun 6 bulan,
tapi gue baru tau ada anak kuta lainnya yg punya blog selain
gue....
btw, tadi di jalan gue ngeliat marcel
sama dee
lagi jalan di
legian
*norak mode *.
whoaaa...
two weeks ago, i planned to watched another movie but end
up watching this one. just found out that this movie was from
a tv serial in tv-7
*but of course you can't get this tv station in bali*. lizzie,
after having a nightmare graduation day from middle school,
had a trip
with her school to rome.
there, she found out that one of italian the most famous singer
was exactly
look like her.
a sad ending story
about a city girl named xiu
xiu
during the
china's cultural revolution.
she was sent to the countryside to learn horse breeding. after
her time was up, no one picked her up to get back to her town.
she couldn't go back by herself either, because she need the
paper and stuff.
the sisters (shu
qi and vicki
zhao) was inherited from their killed father a computer
program about something with window
to the world
where you can watch someone using satelite. an undercover
detective
(karen
mok) come comes face-to-face to fight
with them. but then they became partner after karen mok was
blackmailed.
a boring movie
about rainforest
somewhere in brazilian
amazon.
chico mendes
(raul
julia) fight in the side of rubber
tappers
who worked in the rainforest against a company who want to
built road by cutting the forrest .
thu,
sept 25
kalo
orang lain kan mobil
didebuin,
kalo alaya sih debu
dimobilin...
bedakan
yg terawat
*nunjuk mobil org* & yg tidak
terawat
*nunjuk mobil gue*
kalo
kita kan bersihin mobil pake kit,
kalo si alaya kayaknya harus pake daktarin
the picture is "mandalay
palace", built by king mindon in 1857. this
magnificent palace is a fitting testament to the splendour
of myanmar kings.
i
was curious...
wanna know where myanmar
is.
so it's in southeast asia, surrounded by india, china,
laos, thailand, and indian ocean. rangoon
is the capital, and mandalay
is somewhere in the north.
conversation 1 dia1:majalah lo ketinggalan gue: gampanglah entaran aja dia1:panah lo juga
ketinggalan gue: panah apaan? dia1:itu tuh ... yg
nancep di hati gue .... gue: *gubraks*
conversation 2 dia2:dah nonton titk
hitam al? gue: horor ya? gue ga berani nonton film horor,
suka ga bisa tidur malemnya gue: lo udah nonton? ngeri yah? gue: gue liat di zeenemax udah ada sih filmnya dia2:tuh pinjem aja dia2:sekalian ma tusuk
jaelangkung dia2:biar lengkap dia2:apa mo gw temenin??????? gue: ga ngaruh ditemenin, gue ketakutannya sampe
semingguan soalnya, masa lo nemenin sampe seminggu??? dia2:nontonya mulai
jam 10 malem dia2:trus lo matiin
lampu gue: kenapa ga sekalian aja bakar kemenyan? dia2:lo mo nonton
apa mo jadi dukun?????? gue:
conversation 3 gue: kalo gue jalan di kuta suka ada yg nawar2in
cimeng gitu dia3:lo junkies sih dia3:bilang aja, gue
pengedar gue: kalo gitu gue pesen deh dia3:maksudnya lo
bilang ke mereka gue: oh, nanti gue bisa dapet diskon dari mereka?
tue,
sept 23
i
wrote wrote wrote wrote wrote wrote wrote wrote wrote wrote
wrote wrote wrote my
blog, but
i can't upload!!!! what's wrong with
tripod today!!!!
*grrrr...*
hi..
i'm back
from my longer long weekend...
i didn't know that so
many people miss me *dzigh*
a bit surprise you guys still
signed my
guestbook when i was away.
for those people, thank
you
first
of all
to nonot.
some random
things
from couple past days:
i
walked
a lot wednesday night:walking thursday night:walking friday night:walking monday night:walking conclusion: walking
was
fun, except
the part when my sandals were broken .
and we always end
up in some nice place for dinner.
skipped the office
on friday. i said i was sick .
but then
i got my curse .
i was really
sick on friday
evening. couldn't stop sneezing when i walked back home.
i even had to stop at circle k to buy a box of tissue.
had
breakfast with nuke and dorina on tuesday
morning.
we had lots of laugh
like usual.
so i was full
and happy
veronika,
a girl who has
everything:
young, pretty, has plenty of attractive boyfriends,
a steady job, and a loving family, decides to die
one day by taking overdose
sleeping pills.
she used sleeping pills because:
Shooting,
jumping off a high building, hanging, none of these
options suited her feminine nature. Women, when they kill
themselves, choose far more romantic methods - like slashing
their wrists or taking an overdose sleeping pills. Abadoned
princesses and Hollywood actress have provided numerous examples
of this.
she didn't die but woke up in a mental
hospital called villete.
there, she found out eventhough she didn't die, her heart
got injured,
so she would die soon anyway. then she made friends with some
patients there like zedka,
who was actually cured but decided to remain inside villete
because she loved making an astral
journey
by using insulin
shock,
mari,
and eduard,
a schizophrenic
ambassador's son.
A schizophrenic is a person who already has a natural tendency
to absent himself from this world, until some factors, sometimes
serious, sometimes superficial, depending on the individual
circumtances, forces him to create his own reality.
when her time got closer, she realised how special
and precious
her life was.
tue,
sept 16
so
he's in
berlin until next month...
that's good .
because no one
will complain with my dingdingding yahoo messenger. no one
will frown with
my noisy typing habit no one
will give comments everytime i got phone calls.
it's such a quite
office.
i'm sleepy...
sun,
sept 14
At
that moment, she hated everything: herself, the world, the
chair in front of her, the broken radiator in one of the corridors,
people who were perfect, criminals. She was in a mental hospital
and so could allow herself to feel things that people usually
hide from themselves, because we are all brought up only to
love, to accept, to look for ways round things, to avoid conflict.
Veronika hated everything, but mainly she hated the way she
had lived her life, never bothering to discover the hundreds
of other Veronikas who lived inside her and who were interesting,
mad, curious, brave, bold.
Then she started to feel hatred for the person she loved most
in the world: her mother. A wonderful wife who worked all
day and washed the dishes at night, sacrificing her own life
so her daughter would have a good education, know how to play
the piano and the violin, dress like a princess, have the
latest trainers and jeans, while she mended the same old dress
she had worn for years.
'How can I hate someone who only ever give me love?' though
Veronika, confused, trying to check her feeling. But it was
too late the hatred the love she had been given, because it
has asked for nothing in return which was absurd, unreal,
against the law of nature.
The love asking for nothing in return had managed to feel
her with guilt, with a desire to fulfil another's expectations,
even if that meant giving up everything she had dreamed of
for herself. It was a love that for years had tried to hide
from her the difficulties and the corruption that existed
in the world ignoring the fact, that one day, she would have
to find this out and would then be defenseless against them.
And her father? She hated her father too, because, unlike
her mother, who worked all the time, he knew how to live,
he took her to bars and to the theatre, they had fun together,
and when he was still young, she had loved him secretly, not
the way one loves a father, but as a man. She hated him he
had always been so charming and so open with everyone except
her mother, the only person who really deserved such treatment.
She hated everything. The library with its pile books full
of explanation about life, the school that had forced her
spend whole evenings learning algebra, even though she didn't
know a single person, apart from teachers and mathematicians,
who needed algebra in order to be happy. Why did they make
them learn so much algebra or geometry or any of that mountain
of other useless things?
She
had always spent her life waiting for something: for her father
to come back from work, for the letter from the lover that
never arrived, for her end-of year exams, for the train, the
bus, the phone call, the holiday, the end of holidays. Now
she was going to have to wait for death, which had made an
appointment with her.
3
posts a day ?
does she really has
nothing to do ?
*this is the time you should
start thinking
that alaya shouldn't get paid from the company she works for,
because she spends her office hours for writing blog*.
but i don't
want to dissapoint
the movies lover like me *excuse *.
a sad
movie
from the same director as the
road home. about a thirteen-years-old
subtitude teacher
in a remote village in a mountain in china. they were
really poor
so they have to use the chalk as economical as possible.
before the real teacher left, he said that the
number of the student should stay the same.
not one less. one day a boy, the class's trouble maker,
left the class because his family was poor
and
couldn't pay their debt. he was taken to the city. the young
subsitute teacher felt responsible for it, so she
looked for the boy in the city.
it was terrible journey since she has no money. at last the
director of a tv station help her to find him through a tv
program . not only
she found her student, their school also get many donations
from the tv audience.
an iranian
movie
about a woman who had a past that her husband didn't
know. she was an
activist and fell in love to
a married man.
it was just an ok movie. i often couldn't read the subtitle
*sorry, but i don't speak persian*.
fri,
sept 12
'Honestly,'
she thought, 'no one ever knows where Slovenia is.'
But Slovenia existed nonetheless, and it was outside, inside,
in the mountains around her and in the square she was looking
out at: Slovenia was her country.
so where's
slovenia?
this is what i got from here:
Slovenia (in Slovenian, Slovenija), republic in south-eastern
Europe, on the Balkan Peninsula, bordered on the north by
Austria, on the north-east by Hungary, on the south-east and
south by Croatia, and on the west by Italy and the Adriatic
Sea. Formerly a constituent republic of the Socialist Federal
Republic of Yugoslavia, Slovenia proclaimed its independence
in June 1991. It joined the UN in May 1992. The republic has
an area of 20,254 sq km (7,820 sq mi). Ljubljana is the capital
and largest city.
or you can get more
detail information
from CIA
fact book.
actually slovenia
has something to do with me.
i lived there for 2 weeks, for a summer
school for piano.
it was in a city called koper
*look at the map ,
it's below left*, near italian border, by the gulf of venice.
there were about 12 people from around the world attended
the school. we practiced piano 8
hours a day.
and it
was suck. i mean
not the school, the friends and the city. they were great.
but practising piano for 8 hours a day was really suck! so
the result, i skipped
the class many times
to buy ice cream, walked around the city, or go to the beach
*it
explained
why i didn't play well during the concert *.
we were like really under
pressure .
until one night, five of us, decided to go to trieste
in italy.
koper was only ten
minutes
from italian border. with my diplomatic passport, i had no
problem entering the border, but some friends of mine who
were from greece and lebanon had problem. but thanks to our
fabulous piano teacher. with her ability to speak
in 6 languages, blond hair and blue eyes,
she can made a deal with the italian police border. we could
enter italy, but had to come back before
the midnight.
so all we did was went to trieste, drank coffee in a cafe
somewhere, then back to slovenia.
but the
peak of all,
at the end of second week, we had a
concert.
one of us decided not to play because she wasn't ready, but
it was
a concert that we will never forget for thousand years...
fri,
sept 12
this
girl
got a
new blog.
welcome to the blogworld...
see...
i finished reading it last night .
ayu
utami's
new book. si
parasit lajang: seks, sketsa, & cerita
*thank you*.
sebenernya isinya kumpulan
essay-nya
ayu utami yg kebanyakan ditulis di majalah djakarta!
emang gak sedasyat saman, tapi lumayan enak dibaca &
cepet selesai. isinya ringan & kebanyakan tentang
feminisme.
semalem gue juga sempet liat di gramedia,
& buku ini blm
ada, asiiik
gue dapet duluan.
thu,
sept 11
where
have i been?
there are so many friendly
people
around...
they say hi and even know
my name
yesterday we had this choose-some-pictures
thing.
we put the pictures on the table, and chosed the best ones.
but it was so
hard
because they were all awesome!!!
this guy is so damn talented, since the day he came, we wow-ed
like million
times
a day.
something's wrong with me ,
every morning
i woke up, i believe the day is friday
wed,
sept 10
And
in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share...
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
it's
surf, skate, sounds, and sun...
a fair, a festival, a fanfare of food, a fantasy of
fun,
and a free-for-all, for you - for the world... www.gokuta.com
from
the same director as the
scent of green papaya, still setting in vietnam,
about three
sisters and their
brother. they were very close together, prepared
the celebration of their mother's
death .
i like the
interior of the rooms, their simple hair styles, their
monochrome clothes, the song they sang, and the music
the music they play everytime they wake up
in the morning.
a
cool movie about someone who has a short
memory lost.
it means his brain can't
store new memory.
he forgot anything
he just did. the last thing he remember was the death
of his wife ,
so he
tattooed all the informations of his wife's murderer
on his body.
be careful if you watched this movie. it played backward.
i
think i read the
book
or watched the movie somewhere. but don't really remember.
it based on the novel by laura
esquivel. about tita,
whose mother didn't
let her to get married because as the youngest daughter,
she has to take care of her mother until the day she
died.
one day, a guy (pedro) asked to marry her, but her mother
doesn't let her and married her eldest daughter to pedro
instead .
the guy accepted because that's the only way he can
get close
to tita.
because tita
,
thx for the cake! 
.
*.
whoaaa...
serial in tv-7
*but of course you can't get this tv station in bali*. lizzie,
after having a nightmare graduation day from middle school,
had a trip 
with her school to rome.
there, she found out that one of italian the most famous singer
was exactly
look like her. 
story
about a city girl named xiu
xiu
during the
china's cultural revolution.
she was sent to the countryside to learn horse breeding. after
her time was up, no one picked her up to get back to her town.
she couldn't go back by herself either, because she need the
paper and stuff. 
sister, mary abdicated. 
with them. but then they became partner after karen mok was
blackmailed.
.
kejamnya....
, i got
your
postcard
today... 
*dzigh*
.
and we always end
up in some nice place for dinner
.
the office
on friday. i said i was sick 
.
but then
i got my curse 
.
i was really
sick
on friday
evening. couldn't stop sneezing when i walked back home.
i even had to stop at circle k to buy a box of tissue.
,
and i miss her. i
miss my mom... 
one day by taking overdose
sleeping pills.
she used sleeping pills because:
called villete.
there, she found out eventhough she didn't die, her heart
got injured,
so she would die soon anyway. then she made friends with some
patients there like zedka,
who was actually cured but decided to remain inside villete
because she loved making an astral
journey
by using insulin
shock,
mari,
and eduard,
a schizophrenic
ambassador's son.
with
my noisy typing habit
?
*.
to
a married man.
it was just an ok movie. i often couldn't read the subtitle
*sorry, but i don't speak persian*. 
,
it's below left*, near italian border, by the gulf of venice.
. i mean
not the school, the friends and the city. they were great.
but practising piano for 8 hours a day was really suck! so
the result, i skipped
the class many times 
it right away!
my mind
a 
.
ayu
utami's
new book. si
parasit lajang: seks, sketsa, & cerita
*thank 
, asiiik
gue dapet duluan.
people
around...
like million
times
a day.
in the morning.
,
anything
he just did. the last thing he remember was the death
of his wife 
,
so he
tattooed all the informations of his wife's murderer
on his body.
be careful if you watched this movie. it played backward.
