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Words fail me. But without words, what am I?

"Some Sixth Sense ability, they call it ESPN"



Yang pada nonton pelem Mean Girls pasti tau gimana ketololan cewek-cewek pinkie Regina and the gang yang tergabung di klab The Plastics ini, walaupun gue agak-agak lupa kata-kata persisnya gimana, yang jelas gue super ngakak waktu line yang jadi judul tulisan gue diatas ini diomongin! And telling the weather forecast by touching boobs is an another issue … Hihihihi!



Tapi disini yang mo gue omongin adalah betapa kadang-kadang kita suka ‘maksain’ yang namanya ramalan, intuisi, perasaan, atau simpel aja, sesuatu yang ga bisa dijelaskan dengan kata-kata dan tulisan, sesuatu yang lebih dari itu.



Please deh ah!



Jadi inget juga waktu majalah kampus gue dulu, The Ridge, buka lowongan internship, kalimat pembuka job advertisement nya adalah: “If a picture can paint a thousand word … So what? We’ve got that and more!” Hahahaha! After all, seribu kata memang ga banyak terutama buat orang-orang yang, meminjam istilah mas Wisa, kebetulan ditakdirkan punya kelebihan bacot wijaya! Lah kasian bener colleague gue yang nama belakangnya Wijaya juga, padahal dia pendiem …



Kembali ke masalah “perasaan” dan “intuisi” itu, berdasarkan artikel-artikel atau cerita-cerita yang pernah dibaca, memang semua orang punya kemampuan extra-sensory ability yang munculnya suka ngagetin alias ga diduga-duga. Misalnya nih, dalam keadaan kepepet kejebak di jurang, tau-tau aja kita bisa ngangkat batu gede, padahal sehari-hari buka saos botol baru aja musti pake acara jeduk-jeduk kepala di dapur! Atau misalnya yang lain lagi, waktu kita lagi konsentrasi ngerjain itung-itungan matematika logaritma (nah lho! Traumatic experience kalo dah yang satu ini), beberapa dari kita bisa tiba-tiba nemu rumusnya dan bisa ngerjain dengan lancar, others lazy-bums like me tinggal nyontek doang!



Akhirnya keluar juga kan kata itu? Konsentrasi. Fokus.



Kalo kita bener-bener musatin perhatian kita ke sesuatu yang jadi fokus utama otak, setelah ngerasa jenuh jutek butek itu bakal keluar something fresh from that continuous concentrating process, yang sekarang ini banyak disebut ‘pencerahan’. Efeknya? Jadi lega karena dalam hitungan beberapa saat, kita berasa jadi detektif partikelir gaya rentenir model-model Sherlock Holmes gitu lah!



Tapi apa ya musti selalu bener dugaan kita itu, murni dugaan ato asumsi doang yang sering di-cover up pake kata hipotesis?



Jawabannya, apa musti selalu bener? Kalaupun ngga bener, kita punya hak veto lho buat bilang, “Interpretasi gue seperti itu”, dan berdasar asas ngebaikin orang lain without hurting his/her feeling, ya udahlah diterima aja, ngikiknya dalam hati! Kikikikikikik!



Sebelum gue ngelantur lebih lanjut, dan sebelum elo semua mulai siap-siap bawa palu buat ngegetokin pala gue gara-gara postingan absurd ini, gue cuman mo bilang bahwa yang namanya belajar trying to read between the lines itu penting banget, karena itu bisa nambah kepedean dan kepekaan kita untuk menangkap maksud tersembunyi yang orang lain berusaha sampein ke kita. Sekali lagi, apakah semuanya nanti bener ato ngga, udah bukan jadi masalah lagi, yang penting we blurt out our opinion, that does matter most lho!



Dan ternyata, sixth sense ini memang eksis dalam diri kita semua, sodara sodari. Yang penting belajar dulu ngenalin diri kita, percaya ama kemampuan hati buat jujur ama perasaan diri sendiri, buang jauh-jauh segala rasa khawatir dan ketakutan yang ngga penting lainnya, sampai pada akhirnya keluarlah kata-kata yang bisa merubah hidup:

“The answer is YES to that un-popped-up question”



Let’s take a chance and ride!

— i was a humdrum person/leading a life apart/when love flew in through my window wide/and quickened my humdrum heart (Cole Porter, What is This Thing Called Love?) —

 
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Posted by on 01/14/2005 in Uncategorized

 

Skylark

Thank you, Ve!



For finally I can’t help but being succumbed to one of your indulgences in writing one whole songlyric as a main posting.

But then, every song has its own emotional correspondence to whomever give their utmost in absorbing the core of the song’s soul.

To me, the song presented below strikes my nerves greatly as it gave a much-needed companion the air of my … ecstasy.

Of course, Johnny Mercer and his words contribute fine examples in defining the arts of frankness and blatant melancholy composed in melodious harmony.

(And how songs these days fail in meeting up the standard! Eko my walking music-encyclopedia,I’m sure that you jump out in joy when you read this!)



To you my dear readers, this song may be a mere nothing like a particle of dust in the air.

To me my dear readers, this song may be a mere song, had it not been listened last night, when the wind cried its humdrum voice over the breeze.



Ladies and Gentlemen, from the motion picture soundtrack of Midnight In The Garden of Good and Evil, here’s k.d. lang belting out her rendition of Skylark.



Skylark, have you anything to say to me?

Won’t you tell me where my love can be?

Is there a meadow in the mist

Where someone’s waiting to be kissed?



Skylark, have you seen a valley green with spring

Where my heart can go a journeying

Over the shadows and the rain

To a blossom covered lane?



And in your lonely flight

Haven’t you heard the music in the night,

Wonderful music,

Faint as a will o’ the wisp, crazy as a loon,

Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon.



Oh, skylark, I don’t know if you can find these things

But my heart is riding on your wings

So if you see them anywhere

Won’t you lead me there?



Oh, skylark, I don’t know if you can find these things

But my heart is riding on your wings

So if you see them anywhere

Won’t you lead me there?



(antara tangga-tangga depan rumah auntie kaypoh,

antara 10 dan 11,

antara tengah malam dan jelang pagi,

antara chicken rice dan Woody Allen,

antara nama kantor berita Indonesia bukan sih?)



— to you, T. —
 
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Posted by on 01/12/2005 in English

 

The One.

Yay!

I can’t help naming the title of my posting here with such a majestic, grandeur, honorable, magnificent degree, for suddenly all I could think of was … Jet Li!

“The One”, one of all those mishaps B-grade action flicks Jet Li made in Hollywood, made to Numero Uno in the box-office chart when it was released on its first week, and like any other films aiming at milking money, it fell horribly down by the following weeks. Hollywood. And its arrogance in shamelessly exploiting Asian thespians without knowing how to properly generate their truest talent.

This was not supposed to be a posting about films though, but then again my dear readers, kindly bear with my ultimate indulgence here, because later on you’ll find out the correlation of my liking and the title I put here. (Where’s Rio whenever I need his guidance on writing a story properly?)

Yeap, I need a guidance here.

For once, words have begun to diminish whenever they are needed to pay back someone’s gratious effort, because they may have been overused.

For once, an air of disbelief relief has filled my lung over the weekend.

For once, finally, I can say :

I HAVE SOMEONE TO CELEBRATE MY BIRTHDAY WITH!

Muahahahahahahaha!

Those cynical, smirking smiles of you all my dearie friends, this hopeless romantic has finally found his ultimate wishlist.

“Gile, pacaran juga elo akhirnya!”

— Heh? Pacaran? Masih jaman yah, pacaran? Yang ini lebih dari itu!

“Are you sure, kalo dia bakal stay on?”

— Pentingkah? Guaranteed kalo selalu ada dia koq di tiap ulang taun gue!



“Ntar putus, elo mellow lagi”

— Eh! Ini ga pacaran, ga putus, ga bakal mellow!

“Kecepetan! Ulang taun masih 90 hari lagi!”

— Biyayin! Justru gue mo pengumuman sekarang biar semuanya pada nurutin

BIRTHDAY WISHLIST!

Hohohohoho! Finally! Wenny, Copper, you are not the only ones yang secara najesh bin naujubilah ngirimin birthday BBQ party pake wishlist, nih liat, 3 bulan in advance gue dah pasang, gara-gara bosen juga tiap bulan terima kartu yang:

“Nauval, sorry ngga bisa menuhin ultimate wishlist elo yang pengen dapet pacar pas ulang taun, moga-moga gantungan kunci ini bisa menghibur”



ato



“Dear, jangan sedih ya, here’s a book on How To Surviving a Break-Up sebagai pengganti ga ada pacar pas ulang taun”



So, let’s start the ball rolling!



Mini iPod? Creative Zen? iBook?



😛

 
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Posted by on 01/11/2005 in Bahasa Indonesia

 

One. Once.

It begins with words,

Of how they are meant to be

Commented.

Be it rave, harsh, or simply nodding of agreement.

Not one,

but series of rattlings and hummings
directed towards evoking
two brainy thoughts.


This time,
Unlike others,
Has no resemblance
or slight compromise
of degradation.


For the arguments thrown in the air,
they force imaginary drifting among the dust of cosmic atmosphere
among intellectuals.


For the punchlines verbally uttered,
they widen two lines of smiles,
or giggles and laughters,
over silliness or relief.


For bearing the senses to converse and to listen,
they have acutely become receptive and sensitive,
to liven up the boredom of routine.


For once,
Striking parallel of umbirical cord
Seems to be the most natural thing Mother Earth has ever given to human beings regardless their immersion and indulgence


For once,
Existence of one soul
Brings out the adjectives of feelings no other contributors will understand their absurdity and amazement


For once,
A journey of a lifetime
Continues in a different way


For once,
brotherhood shall endure
the lowdowns and highbrows that will be embarked later.


For once,
brotherhood shall prevail
above those hapless circumstances of overtly-used melodramatic.


For once,
I’ve found one.


(my newly-found long-lost Twinnie, had I known it took me all these time to finally get to you, I wouldn’t change a thing, for we have another lifetime to catch up)
 
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Posted by on 01/10/2005 in English

 

Plung!

Jangan tanggung-tanggung

Kalo ingin melacur!




Paling enak langsung

Terjun

Nyebur

Ancuuurrr!



Basah?

Biarin ajah!

Kalo masih bisa dikeringin, alhamdulillah!

Kalo kepalang?

Ya sudah!



Biar ga bahagia,

Yang penting hidup enak!

Udah ngga usah sok muna’!

Mau juga kan? 😉



(kesalahan terbesar dalam hidup adalah pelacuran tanggung)

 
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Posted by on 01/09/2005 in Bahasa Indonesia

 

2004 – A Year in Films (The Bad/The Ugly)



What is the Mecca for film?

Hollywood?

Unfortunately so.

Being the center of the film universe, Hollywood has been arrogantly dictating the world on how to showcase films, be it foreign-language films, which can be pretty exhilarating at times, or simply their fake, artless, commercialized, mass-produced products to the extent that it does not take any beggars to smell them as stinkers.

These films shamelessly prove my point above.

(note that the list of film below reflect what appeared on cinemas in Singapore for commercial releases, festivals, or other special screenings from the period of 1 January to 25 December 2004, by using the order of the month when I watched them)

(secondly, I do not write about these films’ synopses!)

DISHONOR! category

1. THE SINGING DETECTIVE

Whatever happened to the supposedly suave, charming, witty Dan Dark in the film portrayed as a brooding, neurotic, confused, amnesiac, and hopeless singer played by Robert Downey Jr. as if he needed to be injected with a bloody loads amount of heroine? One can’t stop wondering how possibly bad it can be if the screenplay writer himself did, in fact, write the original television scripts in which the films is based upon! After numerous bad adaptations from stage to screen, or from words to screen, now comes the masses of the batch from googlebox to big screen … The Mod Squad, anyone?

By the way, I still lure myself to the jazzy soundtrack sung with a debonair style of Downey himself. At least! Something worth noting can be derived from this messy film!

2. GOTHIKA

Halle Berry does indeed shamefully capitalize her recent status as The Star in forking out gigantic sum of money by appearing in whatever being offered to her. All these one-word-title films seem to assemble themselves marching to the garbage can, noting that you do not miss much, in fact, you do not need to be bothered watching them.

The mischievous poster and trailer did offer a good promise of a thriller film wrapped in a chilling, bluish look, only to suggest that throughout the painful 100-or-so minute of watching this film left me giggling and laughing. Oh dear!

3. STUCK ON YOU

Many puzzling queries rolling over my head:

– Do you really need having two directors in making a grossed-out flick?

– Whatever happen to the insertion of pure naturalism in previous Farrelly Brothers’ flicks?

Look, you may accuse me of being too serious in appreciating arty-farty flicks, yet I applaud There’s Something about Mary which I think is superbly done and Cameron Diaz has never been at ease with her perfectly placed comic timing, and Shallow Hal gives Gwyneth Paltrow a rare opportunity to showcase her range of acting skills. Sadly, similar notions could not be applied to this film which somehow lost its intention halfway throughout the film, while indeed it tries to capitalize the life of a Siamese twin, we were not given a slight chance of their insights which may boost the plotline.

What were Meryl Streep and Cher thinking when they agreed to sign in as cameos?

And speaking of Eva Mendes …

4. OUT OF TIME

She stole the show from the obviously-tired presence of Denzel Washington! In a wrong movie, though …

While the film clearly paid its tribute to the slick, stylish, slightly-noirish good cop vs. bad cop genre from previous decades, enriched with Miami background giving a relaxed atmosphere to the story, the film couldn’t help from falling flat in entertaining, or simply providing some sparks of interest in following the plot twists which were just predictable even if you fall asleep halfway through.

5. THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT

What if?

That’s what the tagline of this film says.

What if … the movie is not made?

Better. I won’t get Punk’d!

There’s a great difference of a smart film and a film trying hard enough to be smart, clearly the abovementioned film belongs to the second one by dangerously venturing into a theme which has a great risk to be brough up: time-travelling. Moreover, without any logical explanation accompanying the dizzying, puzzling scenes scattered throughout the duration of the film very much done in an MTV-influenced style, what appears on the screen would only evoke a sense of visual amazement without prompting the mind to question the viability of the plotline. The compromised ending was simply something forced to fill in the necessity to end the prolong story.

6. LITTLE MEN (Kazakhstan)

My Singapore International Film Festival (SIFFest) journey this year had to begin with such a shaky start, due to the wrong choice of film which certainly arose my curiosity on how the film got selected in the first place.

Perhaps the festival committee really wished to explore to as varied countries as possible, which I find it pushy to some extent, that’s beyond my comprehension.

However, to sleep during the screening done in one sunny afternoon where no trace of sleepiness was found would only strengthen my point on how the film failed to make itself as something worth-watching, as simple as that.

Audience may quick to point out on the slow pace of the film, although that might be redeemed by giggling in a silly way on some funny scenes, which are not meant to be funny on the first place for sure. The bleak presentation of otherwise a lift-up mood on the struggle of two salesmen facing the toughness of the world they live in only left me with an impression that living on Kazakhstan does indeed ask you a great deal to survive there …

7. TROY

Yay! Finally, I’ve come to my so-called favorite entry, simply because this film has a great dis-honor to be THE WORST FILM OF THE YEAR!

I found myself on a great shock of horror upon going out from the cinema while all I could grumble was, “What was that? What was I watching just now?”, which of course, all boiled down to one single question:

“How could one make such a horribly terrible film?”

I may not particularly blame Wolfgang Petersen though, or in fact indeed I do, for he did not inject his sense of artistry and sensibility as what he did superbly in his previous works a la Das Boot, or even U-571 if you ask me.

Topping the senseless direction is the horrendous butchering touch, removing the human-ly elements in the initial poem written by the great Homer, which turned out suggesting that the film is somehow based on blurping lines uttered by Homer Simpson instead.

What a waste of big budget, big biceps (of Brad Pitt), big stars, big, in the sense of grand, presence of Julie Christie and Peter O’Toole, big, nuanced performance from Eric Bana, and it’s a big bomb dropped on the knees of Hollywood to start realizing their biggest failure of the year.

8. THE STEPFORD WIVES

Lesson learnt: Never launch an attempt to modify something highly regarded as a cult!

When the original film was released on 1975, the timing couldn’t be more perfect as the world had just been awakened by the rising movement of female liberalism, thus both the novel and the film, in a lighter sense, proved to help providing some thought-provoking reactions.

If only this new remake would dare enough to do the same, not stripping those elements and replace them with unnecessary glossy images and dry, unfunny jokes that not even the A-list actors seemed to bother to immerse themselves on the lines.

Seeing the lineup of talented actors here who have often crossed one genre to another easily, we can’t help asking one thing: What were Nicole Kidman, Glenn Close, Matthew Broderick, and Bette Midler thinking when they read the script?

And enough of the suddenly-too-familiar cameo appearance from Larry King in many films, including this one!

9. THE WHOLE TEN YARDS

One can only wonder, how could that possibly be, the predecessor was a good example of how a mob comedy flick can be full of punchlines and smart jokes, while the sequel, being the sequel itself, has to try desperately hard for merely trying to be funny?

One can only wonder why there wasn’t any chance of putting the right comic timings from Matthew Perry in his usual slick style, Bruce Willis in sometimes-merciless expression, or even Amanda Peet with her manipulative girlish smile would actually work well for this kind of film.

10. THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW

I know that I should not expect much from Roland Emmerich film, although his involvement in The Patriot somehow did lift up my slight believability that this man can still deliver a decent film after some “little-known” horrible pieces of junk called Independence Day or Godzilla.

Or not being a fan of action-adventure genre myself, I still find Twister entertaining, but the same reeling definitely not going to others, which include the latest offering this time, playing fool around on what’s supposedly a potential, strong theme of global warming which has been a major issue for the past few years.

Again, for the sake of milking cash by covering itself under the clout of ‘entertainment’, we were presented with mindless visual effects and thin storyline that put the charms of Jake Gyllenhaal, Emmy Rossum and Dennis Quaid aside.





DISAPPOINTMENT category,





because THEY ARE JUST SIMPLY BAD!



Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason suffers from both being sequels and adapted from a sequel novel as well, and both the novel and the film receive exactly the same lukewarm reviews, yet Renee Zellwegger, Hugh Grant and Colin Firth certainly enjoy their holidays here.



Bride and Prejudice shows that Gurinder Chadha needs to learn a lot about masterful skills to make a Bollywood musical and not to compromise the essential elements of singing and dancings that are supposed to make audiences tapping on their feet; however, seeing Aishwarya Rai at her utmost ease is worth the admission ticket itself.



I, Robot is an example of making a blockbuster film, put an A-list star, the box-office guarantee that overshadows everything else in the film, not to mention the ripping off the understated theme of power and oppression that could make the film a major thought-provoking work of arts, yet it chose to fall flat.

because THEY CAN BE MUCH BETTER!



Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow is applaudable for its daring use of technology that matches really well to the storyline, yet one can’t help seeing that Gwyneth Paltrow seeems to be out of place since her character is unforgivably reduced to be a mere background. If only the scriptwriter adds in a lot of punchlines here and there, making her character a la damsels in 1940s films, the film would be just perfectly complete.



5×2 (France) tells its story in a way that made Memento and Irreversible memorable, yet this latest outing from Francois Ozon fails to match the hilarious, shocking elements usually found on his previous works.



Beautiful Boxer (Thailand) has all the potentials to be one admirable and adorable film that has a universal appeal due to its unusual choice of theme. However, Ekachai Uekrongtham, the director himself, is trapped into the cliche of compromising in making a feel-good flick, not to mention carrying the burden of telling a real-life story.

Final Note:

I remember this particular quote found in SIFFest’s forum board a few years back, in which the quote itself ws apparently coming out from some renowned director, he said that if you are watching a horrible film, you’d only lose your $8 and 2-3 hours of your day, whereas for the filmmakers, they lose millions of dollars.

How do you want me to react to that statement?


 
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Posted by on 01/07/2005 in English, Film

 

Flow.



Jika dirimu adalah angin yang bertiup

Yang hadir begitu saja

Mendirikan bulu tengkuk ku



Maka aku ingin

Menutup angin itu

Dan menyimpannya rapat



Tapi apakah kau tetap berdesir nanti?



(di tengah keremangan rutinitas 9.5 jam, mengagungkan kejailan Tuhandalam mengatur hari dan hati)

 
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Posted by on 01/04/2005 in Bahasa Indonesia

 

No.



You just do not have to have any reasons to be

Happy.



A wide smile you put on your face

Has done more than enough

To put your mind in a bewilderment



Or simply to lay down your head

On a perfectly whitened brick walls

While closing your eyelids

And roam freely among the endless space

Aimee Mann has never been any better than this



Even if it means to

Shift your dreams away

Let others indulge on it



I am still feeling contented.



Yeah.



This is good.



— from the ranks / of the freaks / who suspect / they could never love anyone —


 
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Posted by on 01/02/2005 in English

 

This!

 
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Posted by on 12/30/2004 in Bahasa Indonesia

 

One. Some.



Kamu!



Ya, kamu!



Yang liat dan baca tulisan ini!



Kamu yang harusnya disini,

buat aku meraung-raung

di tengah segala penat, lelah, kesal dan …



Semua kebutekan dan kesumpekan yang udah memuncak!



Kapan kamu pernah hadir?



Capek dan bosan

Tiap malam hanya bantal guling empuk itu

Yang jadi sasaran tinjuku



Sesekali mau yang hidup layaknya kamu

Biar bisa kuucek-ucek rambut hitam itu

Sekedar kukecup kening dan pelipis

Melingkarkan tanganmu untuk mendekapku

Agar ketika ku terjaga dari mimpi-mimpi buruk itu

Ada kamu yang mengusap dan mengajak tidur lagi …



Dimana aku bisa ikut menangis melihat Aceh porak poranda

Dimana kamu bisa dengan semena-mena meminta

Agar aku gak pecicilan

Atau keganjenan



Emang pernah?!



I wish!



Kumaki, kucaci

Kutinju, kupeluk

Kudekap, kucium

Kucuekin, kutelpon

Kusuapin, kubiarin nunggu.



Aku egois.

— a season has walked on by / yet your shadow remains / traceable in every sense / to survive is to remember / that facial thing / linking all my pains —


 
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Posted by on 12/30/2004 in Bahasa Indonesia

 

Let’s Write!



Alhamdulillah buat para inventor blog ini, karena bisa cuap-cuap di tengah keramaian dunia maya.

Mau didengerin atau ngga, itu urusan belakangan, karena yang penting dengerin kata hati dulu tho?!

Tapi kalo kata hati berasa mati, apa yang mau ditulis?

Dan inilah yang menjadi kendala salah seorang blogger yang ngga mau disebutin nama dan blognya, karena ingin merahasiakan identitasnya sebagai seorang Batak asli Jakarta yang lancar ngomong bahasa Sunda dan lagi terpukau melihat kebohay-an dan kelumay-an aset tubuh beberapa rekan kerjanya yang selalu membuat dirinya tersenyum mesum di tengah siap-siap meeting (!!!), dimana dia ngerasa sudah mati hati ngga ada intuisi buat maenin keyboard sekedar orat-oret beberapa kata di papan putih blogspotnya.



Nah, padahal dari situ udah ada kan bahan tulisan yang bisa diumbar dan diungkapkan, sampe kadang di tengah hectic atmosphere of work namun pasang MSN Messenger masih jadi kewajiban ini perlu dikasih hint bahwa:

+ Lah, ini elo lagi ngobrol ama gue, elo kan MENULIS

– Tapi kan ngga sama, Pal

+ Haduh, elo cut paste aja lah omongan kita!

– Tetep laen rasanya



Untunglah dia udah mulai bangkit dari mati suri, apalagi Natal ini dia pulang ke ranah tempat sanak saudaranya di bilangan Jakarta Pusat, pasti banyak cerita, kalaupun ngga banyak, paling ngga saya akan tetep diem, apalagi kalo udah disogok pake setoples bawang goreng.



Bahkan Acay yang seatap rumah dengan saya pun sampai perlu nulis kuburan sendiri di blognya, kematian menulisnya sampe perlu dikeramatkan karena kematian menulisnya berarti sama matinya dengan tidak ada bacotan Jawa yang menghiasi indra pendengaran saya tiap harinya sambil rebutan jatah nyuci, tempat jemuran, giliran mandi …



Apa yang bikin kita susah nulis?



“Ngga ada bakat”.



Oh ya? Rasanya koq susah diterima akal, apalagi buat para kaum urban yang notabene menghabiskan waktu di tempat kerja, apapun itu, dengan menulis memo atau email yang berhubungan dengan kerjaan, mencatat pesanan, rumpi-rumpi berbumbu diskusi dan gosip di Yahoo Messenger, maupun sekedar nulis SMS buat janjian ketemu atau selingkuh.

Bukankah blog ini adalah lahan lapang punya kita dimana tempat kita bebas menuliskan apa pun yang kita mau? Apa pun itu, sampe ucapan terima kasih atas penulisan skripsi di blognya Barrie yang membuat saya pengen membujuk dia buat nulisin satu skripsi di blognya, lha wong saya ga pernah ngerasain nulis skripsi itu gimana!



“Ngga ada waktu”



Maklum lah kalo yang ini, kadang waktu 24 jam itu pengennya diulur jadi 26, 28, 30 … alah, ngga pernah puas ntar!Apalagi dengan gaya hidup orang kota seperti saya yang pulang kantor jarang sekali langsung pulang ke rumah kalo ngga inget ada utang setrikaan seminggu ato utang nonton DVD yang musti dikembaliin ke Esplanade Library kalo ngga mau kena denda $1/ hari.



Atau mungkin kesibukan kerja yang mengharuskan kerja romusha (in disguise lho!) seperti mas Rio yang sering dikira orang mirip anggota F4 walopun jiwa Soneta Group ini.

Sambil mencuri-curi waktu di tengah kerjaan numpuk, beberapa kali terungkap di tengah curhatan panjangnya (curhat panjang, sodara-sodara, ngakunya kerja! hihihihi) kalo dia udah punya banyak ide tulisan yang mau dia publikasiin di blognya yang jadi arena ngumpul sejuta umat bloggers di dunia ini, layaknya juga blog mas Wisa yang lebih terkenal sebagai tempat chatting daripada update-an postingan, sampe dia perlu ngerasa nutup si blog buat sementara waktu!



Tapi rasanya waktu pun menjadi sesuatu yang perlu dipertanyakan, setelah kemarin sore, dalam suatu kesempatan langka nan ajaib, ada user manggil saya di YM dengan nick Ve, si manusia sibuk di dunia perfilman, dimana pas saya buka blognya, oh la la! Sejuta postingan baru yang mempertegas daya kreatifnya, semuanya bukan tulisan sembarangan, namun udah ngelewatin proses mikir cukup dalem kayanya (kaya’nya lho, Ve! Hahahaha!), padahal sungguh-sungguh waktu luang sepertinya jadi barang antik buat dia.



Ngga seperti saya memang yang asal bacot nulis ga mikir pokoknya asal maenin jari-jari diatas keyboard sebagai pelampiasan ngga pernah bisa maen piano, sehingga kadang sim salabim! Lima menit sebelum berangkat interview kerja pun pernah terjadi suatu tulisan dengan kualitas yang patut dipertanyakan, hahahaha!



“Ngga punya komputer sendiri”



WARNET! INTERNET CYBER CAFE!



“Ngga ada ide”



Kebetulan alam lahiriah membentuk saya sebagai orang bacot dalam tulisan dan lisan dimana akhirnya sering terjadi konslet antara otak dan mulut (dan tangan) karena apa yang udah terbentuk di kepala harus ngantri panjang di syaraf sebelum keluar dari bibir ditandai dengan banyaknya filial words kaya’ “eeerrmmm” ato “eeerrr” ato “hmmmm” ato “eeeeeyyyy” ato pause lama.



Jadinya memang saya suka ngomentarin apa yang ada di sekitar penglihatan mata dan pendengaran, itulah kenapa meskipun ngiler tergoda ama barang-barang MP3 Player macem keluaran Creative ato iPod, tetep ngga bisa jadi barang yang harus saya beli, ngga biasa nutup kuping kalo pas lagi jalan, serasa terisolasi dari dunia luar, padahal saya seneng dengerin suara-suara lalu lintas ramai kalo lagi nyebrang deket City Hall, ataupun suasana konstruksi mesin di Nicoll Highway misalnya. Cukup lah saya mengisolasi diri dengan baca buku, majalah sampe leaflet kalo naek bis ato MRT sendiri.



Kebacotan ini juga yang bikin gawat karena mengakibatkan ketidaksabaran saya kalo bertemu dengan orang yang udah lama kenal dan akrab (bukan yang baru kenal lho!), dan terlibat percakapan seperti:



+ Eh gila, pa kabar elo?

– Gini-gini aja koq, ngga ada yang bisa diceritain

+ Duh, masa sih? Bukannya waktu itu elo pergi ke Langkawi pas long weekend? Gila, bukannya musim hujan gini loh, monsoon, bete dong elo di kamar hotel doang, bla bla bla …



(interupsi: barusan liat Sayid goyang ngebor udah cukup bikin gue feeling dizzy and distracted, kalo ngga mau dibilang, ilfil! hihihihi)



Terus terang Philips terang terus, balik lagi ke tujuan orang bikin blog.



Mau nulis apa?



Beberapa blog hasil temuan dari blog-hopping memang terlihat jelas, seperti blog puitis dari mbakyu Ken ini yang menorehkan kata-kata indah bermakna yang sering jadi acuan saya untuk coba-coba bikin puisi.

Atau sekedar celotehan jenaka dari si teteh Karmela yang udah kenal 3-4 taun tapi ngga pernah ketemu walopun sama-sama satu pulau, atau review album seperti blognya Eko, the walking encyclopedia of music, atau sekedar tulisan lirik lagu yang sempet bikin saya kecele karena dikira puisi di blognya Rivaldi, atau catatan perjalanan seperti Azmin si murah senyum dan juga petualangan Luigi di benua lain, atau sekedar jadi diary selayaknya yang dipunyai banyak bloggers.



Jadi, sebelum diprotes ama Endang yang sering mencak-mencak karena kepanjangan isi tulisan, lebih baek saya sudahi dulu meskipun masih banyak ide bermain on both sides of my tiny little brain.



Sekarang?



Buka dashboard blog.

Click Create New Post dong.



Jari-jari udah di atas keyboard?



Apa yang kamu liat?



Tembok putih?

Tembok putih.



Bersih?

Lumayan.



Koq lumayan?

Abis masih ada kotoran nempel.



Ih pasti yang punya warnet jarang bersiin!

Kayanya gitu sih, abis warnet ini kan buka 24 jam, udah gitu rame lagi, mana sempet yang jaga warnet bersiin, pasti dia juga harus jaga kasir, belum lagi kalo ada komputer rewel, dia musti benerin juga, gimana-gimana juga namanya warnet gitu loh, masalah dekor gimana urusan ngga penting lah, kita juga pengennya dapet komputer cepet, internet cepet, yah ga pa-pa juga sih kalo misalnya tempatnya bersihan, lebih nyaman aja ngeliatnya, walopun namanya orang pake komputer, fokus pertama juga ke komputer, lingkungan sekitar sih asal ngga ganggu juga ga terlalu masalah koq …



Met nulis ya! 🙂

— dedicated to everyone, the thought of you all made seemingly bleak days of mine turn into colorful ones, the song I wish to present to you that I can think of now is … masih terngiang di telingaku/bisik cintamu/betapa lembut dan mesranya/aku terlena/terlena/ku terlena …

 
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Posted by on 12/28/2004 in Bahasa Indonesia

 

WherE?

There is a place

High above the highest shelter of the bright skies,

That goes by the name of

Redemption.

There,

People breeze past through the empty roads

While comforting troubled souls

Of their own.



In which I never deny its existence

For this journey would always lead to its

Destination.


Wherever it may be,

Whatever it has to sacrifice,

Whoever we will become.



Open wide pathways,

Leaves falling like scattered ashes,

Cars parked at their utmost ease,

Words spilled out along with the wind,

Dogs barking seductively to their mates,

Grass! Much too much to be rolled upon!



Space need not be conquered

Time watches its habitant walking on by

Through the unspoken stillness

Peace.

Comfort.



So non-urbanite!





— strolling along Portsdown Road and its branches on a windy Sunday morning, two kampung-spirited young men who go by the name of Cay and Nauval decide to surrender to the comfort of one fractured feeling: home —

 
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Posted by on 12/27/2004 in English

 



when Mother Nature has spoken,

at her utmost pitch,

not even Goliath, nor David, nor Adam,

can resist the tidal waves.



lives have lost.

souls have been swept away.



inna lillahi wa inna ilahi raji’un.



my deepest condolences.


 
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Posted by on 12/27/2004 in English

 

When.


I’ve to put the book down, while the journey was only halfway taken.
I’ve to lay my head down to the window that gives a shrill of breathtaking views.
I’ve to surrender my wandering thoughts.

Only to hum this:

When a man loves a woman,
Can’t keep his mind on nothin’ else,
He’d change the world for the good
Things he’s found.

If she is bad, he can’t see it,
She can do no wrong,
Turn his back on his best friend
If he put her down.

When a man loves a woman,
He’ll spend his very last dime
Tryin’ to hold on to what he needs.
He’d give up all his comforts
And sleep out in the rain,

If she said that’s the way it ought to be
Well, this man loves you, woman.
I gave you everything I have,
Tryin’ to hold on to your hot blood
Long.
Baby, please don’t treat me bad.

When a man loves a woman,
Down deep in his soul,
She can bring him such misery.

If she is playin’ him for a fool,
He’s the last one to know.
Lovin’ eyes can never see.
When a man loves a woman,
He can do her no wrong,
He can never hug some other girl.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

(in a world where gender-biased would be an outdated opinion, just change, alter, or do whatever you readers feel like doing with sexes)

Does being in an upheaval feeling mean stopping the logic to work in its own way?
Does being in ecstatic ride mean being blind?
Does being in one mean to refuse what other angles may bring?
Does that mean I have to stop questioning?

In a crowded world where people and their chatterings may see you differently, where the time has politely persuaded me in bringing my amazement to the extent what you may become, where innocent assumption could only clash to bitter-sweet reality, you remain as these things to me.

Wise.
Calm.
Independent.
Mature.
Caring.
Loving.
Patient.
Planner.
Leader.

In all dreamy qualities one can ask for, I stick to that particular imagery of your silhouette.
As well as to let you go.

 
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Posted by on 12/25/2004 in English

 

Mein Name ist …

Ijinkan saya bernarsis ria sedikit di hari Natal mulia ini, sambil tak lupa menghaturkan rasa hormat kepada mereka yang merayakan, berikut menunduk rasa dalam duka cita kepada para keluarga korban kecelakaan helikopter TNI Angkatan Udara (AU) di Jawa Tengah kemarin (courtesy of Liputan 6 SCTV).

Mungkinkah suasana Desember penghujung akhir tahun dimana orang berlomba untuk mempercantik diri dengan belanja dan refleksi mempengaruhi tulisan ini nanti? Sangat! Karena pada akhirnya saya ingin membuka suatu rahasia yang sebenernya bagi orang laen dianggep, “Duh, ga penting banget deh ih!”

Memang ngga penting, tapi apa daya, kalau hasrat menulis sudah di depan ujung kelingking, sayang rasanya kalau laptop yang sudah menyala semaleman nungguin download mp3 dianggurin gitu ajah tho? Jadilah ditemani Joss Stone, Mick Jagger dan Dave Stewart yang lagi bengok-bengok di WinAmp ini saya pengen menulis tentang …

Now. Far.

Ayo sodara-sodari, diucapin berulang-ulang dalem hati ato keras-keras juga boleh selama ngga sampe didatengin penjaga warnet buat diusir ya ngga papa. Baca nama blog saya itu sambil selang-seling sama nama yang punya blog ini, yaitu …

Nauval.

Nah! Ketauan sekarang kenapa saya namain blog ini dengan dua kata sifat itu. Kalo mo dianalisa pake ilmu linguistik berinterpretasi psikologis, monggo lho, kadang-kadang saya juga suka maen analisa tingkah laku orang koq, walaupun tujuan asalnya, biar kedengeran sama dengan nama saya, yang matur nuwun kalo ada yang bilang eksotis, unik, bahkan suka dipelesetin jadi Bopal, Empal, Gopal, asal jangan Ovaltine aja karena dari dulu direcokinnya pake Milo!

Tapi, se-eksotis ato se-unik apapun, tetep kesel kan kalo ngga ada orang yang bener-bener bisa nyebut nama itu dengan baek sesuai ejaan yang diinginkan bapak ibu saya? Dan itulah yang terjadi dari saya menginjakkan kaki di bumi Singapura taun 1999 sampe sekarang ini, NGGAK ADA yang bisa nyebut namaku ini dengan pas, benar, ga mlintat-mlintut! *menghela napas dalam sekalian ngurusin perut buncit*

Nova? Novel? Noufe? Nafa? Naval?

Nauval! /na:w – fa:l/

“Sorry, how to spell your name ah?”

“en-ei-yu-vi-ei-el”

“N A U V A L”

“Correct”

“Wah, so unique your name ah!” (Ga berani nyoba-nyoba pronounce!)

“Thank you, auntie.”

Ato misalnya:

“Good afternoon! May I speak to … eermm .. Nowfel? Nofa? Nowal?”

(sambil menghela napas lagi pokoknya kedengeran hurup N, F ato V, dan L)

“Yes, it’s Nauval here speaking”

Dan disuatu penghujung taun 2003 pas kerja bantu pementasan Bibik Goes Broadway, setelah berulang kali si Stage Manager bingung manggil saya gimana, akhirnya saya jelasin:

“It’s just like you say the words “NOW” and “FAR”, only add ‘l’ sound at the end of the latter.”

“Oh I see!”

(trus kurang ajarnya manggil para kru laen)

“Everyone! His name is NOW (sambil pake gaya tangan nunjuk kebawah) FAAARRR (sambil pake gaya tangan nunjuk ke arah yang jauh).”

Semua orang manggut-manggut sementara saya cuman senyum mesem nahan malu pengen getokin si Stage Manager dodol!

Akhirnya rekan-rekan kerja saya suka dengan seenak udelnya nyuruh ganti nama kalo pas berhadapan ama klien ato customer biar mereka gampang manggilnya. Biasanya nyuruh ganti nama ke Noel.

Maaf yang punya nama ini, nama bagus lho, bahkan dulu pengennya kalo punya keponakan cowok mau dinamain ini. Tapi lha wong nama saya ini udah susah-susah nyarinya, bahkan tiap pulang kampung pun, bapak saya suka ngajak saya sungkem sama satu orang ustadz sepuh yang dulu ngasih ide ke bapak buat ngasih saya nama bagus ini.

Jadi saya tetep keukeuh ga mau ganti nama, apalagi kalo nama saya sampe NAFA! Haiyah!

Lha koq sama kaya satu selebriti yang jijay bajay itu?!?!?

Jadinya inget dulu pas pertama kali masuk sini, jaman orientasi, disuruh ngapalin nama-nama Cina yang bacanya ngga sama ama tulisannya itu! Saya, Ayu, Onel, Rika, Nyile, Randy yang sama-sama anak Indo dan kebetulan satu group plus tinggal di satu blok sampe ngabisin satu malem khusus buat belajar nyebut nama-nama ini, sambil tetep saya ga habis pikir:

“Namanya kan Kum Chuen, tulisannya kaya gitu, koq bacanya Kam Cun sih, bukan Kum Chuen?”

Gubrak!

Mungkin kalo seperti housemate saya Acay, meskipun nama asli Cahyadi tapi by default dia selalu ngenalin ke orang-orang sebagai Cay, enak gitu ngomongnya, langsung meluncur kaya Cap Cay.

Atau seperti teteh Karmela yang panggilan singkatnya Mel, ngga tau dia ngenalin dirinya gimana, orang sini keplintir-plintir ga mbak kalo nyebut lengkap Karmela?

Soalnya meskipun udah dipersingkat jadi “NOV” (seperti layaknya orang rumah manggil saya), orang sini pun masih keplintat-plintut manggil “Naf? Nor?”

Duh!

 
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Posted by on 12/25/2004 in Bahasa Indonesia