tidak bisa tidak aku menangis,
karena nobita mau berjuang susah payah belajar giat,
tidak lagi cengeng, dan mandiri
demi menghidupkan lagi doraemon yang kehabisan baterai.
ah,
menuliskan ini membuatku menangis lagi.
tidak bisa tidak aku menangis,
karena nobita mau berjuang susah payah belajar giat,
tidak lagi cengeng, dan mandiri
demi menghidupkan lagi doraemon yang kehabisan baterai.
ah,
menuliskan ini membuatku menangis lagi.
up:: si buyung yang (pernah) bahagia hanya dengan memandangi hujan dari balik jendela
…aku mulai melamun setengah berharap,
menemani si buyung yang lebih memilih menikmati rintik tanpa perlu basah
entah sebagai apa,
asal bukan sebagai rasa bersalah
…seandainya aku terlahir sepuluh tahun lebih awal,
dan menemukanmu lebih dulu.
kembali, saya ingin mengeluh. kali ini tentang seseorang yang (pernah) menjadi favorit saya.
ceritanya begini. hari minggu kemarin, setelah mengenyangkan diri dengan sebungkus nasi uduk yang cukup enak, iseng-iseng saya menonton sebuah rerun oprah. episode kali itu tentang salah satu sutradara (yang pernah jadi) favorit saya, michael moore. beliau diundang oprah sepertinya karena berkaitan dengan promo film barunya saat itu. judul filmnya sicko!©.
terus terang saya sudah membeli dvdnya (versi bajakannya tentunya). tetapi belum sempat nonton, karena sayangnya, laptop kantor yang sering saya korupsi penggunaanya untuk ber-dvd-ria itu menolak memutar cakram sicko!©. jadi tentu saja saya belum tahu apa isinya.
saya memang penggemar michael moore. terutama bowling for columbine. sebelumnya, saya juga pernah nonton fahrenheit 9/11 yang sempat ngetop banget di zamannya. lalu yakinlah saya bahwa selain tim burton, si michael moore ini memang pantas diidolakan. anda boleh cek halaman friendster saya. pasti di sana akan anda temukan bahwa saya (pernah) mengagumi karya-karyanya.
tapi, kemarin tampaknya saya kembali diingatkan dengan pengalaman menjengkelkan di zaman jahiliyah ketika saya jatuh cinta dengan ronan keating. memang, sebaiknya, jangan pernah terlalu fanatik terhadap sesuatu, karena di kemudian hari anda pasti kecewa. singkatnya, di episode oprah yang kemarin saya tonton, ada sebuah potongan adegan dari sicko!© yang membandingkan perlakuan pemerintah amerika terhadap kondisi kesehatan para relawan tragedi wtc dengan kondisi kesehatan para tahanan di gitmo alias guantanamo. sekedar info, banyak para martir atau syuhada alias para penjihad atau orang amerika lebih suka menyebutnya teroris (biar saja kalimat ini terdengar bias dan memihak 'teroris', toh, ini blog pribadi), yang ditahan di guantanamo. di potongan adegan itu, moore seolah-olah mengatakan bahwa pemerintah amerika tidak adil karena lebih memperhatikan para so called teroris itu.
dari potongan film itu, saya hanya ingin mengucapkan ini pada mr. michael moore:
dear mr. moore,
i know you probably pissed off with the fact that those terrorists (or whatever you want to call them) were given better health facilities than those volunteers of the nine-eleven. but just so you know, i know that the main rule in helping others is safety measurement. one should not allowed oneself to safe others if one may endanger others safety. this is called safer access, which purpose is to alleviate human suffering. NOT adding. so, if one feels one is incapable to do this, it is advised that one does not volunteer. otherwise he/ she will put others in danger. in short, to your nine-eleven volunteer colleagues, if they have no idea what they were get themselves into, then don't.
and also, your movie is biased. as you are pointing fingers. by doing that particular scene, you were subtly declaring that terrorists or whomever committed criminality is not allowed to have access to proper health facilities. says who, criminals and people deprived from their freedom are not allowed to get better health facilities. this is what some people continue to fight for.
i know what you meant was criticizing your own government. nonetheless, that one particular scene in your movie could have been done elsewhere. it might not get the exact ambiance that you were looking for, but it would have been more precise. you could have, for example, done a rally in front of the parliament or the whitehouse.
so, mr. moore, dear, i understand that you are a good american citizen who had to share sympathy to fellow americans who lost their relatives on nine eleven and also of those who were cheated by your country. and i am truly sorry for those americans who were given poor facilities. but please remember that whatever you do, there are more to life than just your tiny limbo call americanness.
gazillion other people outside
i am not racist, i'm just humanist, and i thought you were too.
sincerely yours,
waktunya melanjutkan kalimat ‘jika aku besar nanti, aku ingin jadi…’
Your Future’s Menu
Long Lasting Leisure
semacam kaum gaul yang tak henti-henti berpesta. menjalani hidup dengan kekhilafan yang amat sangat. tak perlu menabung dengan giat. gaji sebulan untuk membuka botol di bar ini dan klab itu. toh nantinya akan berjumpa dengan pria kaya anak pengacara terkenal yang suka mabuk dan cambuk.
Happiness Haven
anak baik-baik yang setelah bekerja dua tahun mendapatkan beasiswa ke negara adidaya. bertemu dengan lelaki terpelajar anak pegawai rendahan yang pintar bukan kepalang sehingga tidak pernah perlu membayar untuk pendidikannya. kemudian kembali ke tanah air untuk membangun keluarga jenius yang sakinah mawadah warohmah.
Freedom Finest
aktivis kemanusiaan yang pandai berartikulasi, cinta bumi dan sayang binatang. berhasil melanglang buana ke jagat dan akhirat. berenang di laut mediterania di waktu senggang. berlibur sembari menyelamatkan terumbu karang di wakatobi. lalu kembali ke rutinitas menolong para pengungsi di darfur dan menjadi responden untuk sebuah raksasa media yang sesekali waktu diundang menjadi bintang tamu talk show terkenal. dunia menjadi indah karena kehidupan cinta yang hangat namun tak mengekang akan tetap mengiringi untuk bumbu menulis buku biografi di umur
Intoxicated Tact
jasad. bukan mati. masih bernyawa. hanya tak berambisi.
lalu, yang manakah?
entahlah, kembali saja nanti. tolong, tinggalkan menunya di sini.
suddenly the office is busy again. i guess this coup in dili quite give a good impact for the working condition at the office. these couple of weeks the press review would be all about the shooting and the aftermath. everybody seemed to be working again. well, at least in some depts. not mine, of course. we continued being lazy arses definitely.
so, anyways, yesterday the big boss advised us not to use the land line, in case dili contacted. the thing is, dili is not easy to call anyway in the normal days, let alone, at times like these. not only that, the big boss seemed pretty tensed all day yesterday. he had a meeting with several delegates, coordinators mostly, and those of protection dept.'s. i don't see why they need to fuss so much on this. it was a failed coup d'etat and the president was not dead. our main job is not to save the president who by the way is doing okay despite the wound he had from the shooting.
let's focus on taking care of the people suffering from war and other conflicts, guys! mark my word: jose ramos horta is not going to die. at least not anytime soon. what I think would be interesting is that if the vice president, vicente guterres turned out to be an alliance to the rebels. ha! that would surely make my day.
other than that, we had a 'missing' delegate coming yesterday. missing delegate is some 'bule' who will deal with the cases of missing person. she probably will deal mostly in dili, but based in
as in my booth, nothing fancy has been happening. i think, not even a chaotic riot could shake our booth. that's why i'm drop dead bored.
let's ask mr. merlin
what he thinks of the cow that jumps over the moon
will he consider it a loon?
or would he just paste it on to the bin
then what would mr. merlin say
to a dog that eats hay
but still barks in the dark
just let them in and curl down your spoon
'cause it's the only way to live safe upon this ark
hail! and beware!
Dear Life,
Tonight we drink to youth
And holding fast the truth
Don't want to lose what I had as a boy
My heart still has a beat
But love is now a feat
As common as a cold day in L.A.
Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing
Love hurts
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive
Love sings
When it transcends the bad things
Have a heart and try me
'cause without love I won't survive
I'm fettered and abused
Stand naked and accused
Should I surface, this one-man submarine?
I only want the truth!
So tonight we drink to youth!
I'll never lose what I had as a boy
so, as much as i love this. i know i'm stuck. i need some time off. i need to recharge.
yours trully,
-lifeless succubus-