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Libur paskah kemaren, gue pergi ke Brussel...


...Paris...

...dan Eindhoven.


Dunia gak sempit, Ran. Wawasan lo yang sempit. (Warsito, 2006)

*foto-foto oleh Rian, terinspirasi dari Jimmy

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umur itu suatu keniscayaan. attitude bikin umur jadi fleksibel. (bondy, 2007)

Happy 29 years+4 days to me

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"emg kliatan bgt ya gw ga suka sama *****?" seorang teman kepada gue.

"Lo mikirnya linear banget sih?" gue kepada seorang teman.

Akhir-akhir ini (udah agak lama juga sih), gue berusaha menerima sesuatu sebagaimana adanya. Apalagi kalau sesuatu itu berbentuk manusia. Gue gak berusaha menafsirkan sesuatu lebih dari pada seharusnya. Takut salah. Karena (atau padahal?) manusia itu rumit adanya.

Dan hari ini, setelah satu taun 28 hari, gue baru berhasil menghubungkan titik-titik, menyusun research objective-research question-research method-data gathering-data analysis dan akhirnya menarik kesimpulan bahwa temen baik gue memang ngeblog lagi. Duh, pingin lompat dari jendela rasanya.

Lo emang gak pernah sederhana ya Ang?

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My Blueberry Nights is a pie (blueberry pie, of course) of Wong Kar-Wai's recipe.




That's it.




That's it?




*It's not easy to make a one-line-review, but if you find a perfect sentence, it feels really good, isn't it?*




But there's more, of course.

To tell the truth, I was a bit discouraged by Rotten Tomatoes 56% T-Meter Critics. The movie does sound a little bit risky. First WKW English language movie with Norah Jones as the leading role?

It turns out that I enjoyed the movie. It's... yeah... it gives you the alienated- lose-yourself feelings as in Chungking Express. The cinematography and directing are what you can expect from WKW. The story... well, it has to be there. All the mixture emotions blend well with the "main plot" and the "subplot". But it still lacks of something in it, I can't really tell what. And the ending justifies the cheesy blueberry pie-y feeling.

Norah Jones is not that bad, but it seems as if she doesn't really belong to the character (well, if it's not bad, then what is it? ). I kept picturing someone else plays her role, Juliette Lewis, probably? (how's she, anyway? does she totally leave her acting career and become a rocker?). The rest of the cast are ok. Not really special, though. I kind of like Jude Law, although his accent is a little bit weird. I also like Jeremy's ex, even though it's just a small role.

The—waddaya call it—details(?) are interesting but also not really convincing. The keys. The postcards. The bills. The car. Hmm... I thought the car was just a saying "I'm saving for a car." I like the twist with the name. Oh, ok, it's not really a twist but it's saturday night. My brain is having its day off

In the end, I have to agree with the critics. It's beautiful, enjoyable to watch, but it's just slightly above mediocre. It's good, but not Wong Kar Wai's best.

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I was so furious yesterday. For a good reason? I think so. I can't tell what's the problem exactly. Loyalty? Integrity? Pride? Shame? Can't? Won't? Dunno. Leave it overnight. Not so angry anymore. Need to chill. Need to jog. Maybe I should add another criterion to chungking jog sport: jogging doing sport to cure heartache due to end of relationship, rejected love, failed exam and unpaid slavery work, hihi

So I prayed for a soulmate (likely) and 9 mark for my TP1 exam (very unlikely). It says that if you're in torture, your prayer is most likely to be fulfilled (is it hadith? can't find the quotation ) I even got an entrustment prayer, paid by toblerone. Hmm… can this praying thing be a serious business? *wink at anyone who entrusted his prayer to me*

Back to serious stuffs. It was the first time for me to actually thinking about leaving not going back. I know it’s the ego anger talking, but still...

Talking about this sucks. Let’s talk about something else. The bright side.

I don't exactly know why I'm inspired by this writing. It was the day after my failed exam, I was so blue for no apparent reason (haha, if you're a girl, you'll know what I mean), I had three days to prepare for the next exam but all I did was sitting before my laptop, not even chat because everybody seemed to be occupied with their works or exams, so I was just blogwalking.

Again, I don't know exactly why I'm inspired. I was about to quote something from it, but I don't know which part to quote. I guess it's just the whole idea, which reminds me of my root, also the approach that Jimmy and I call 'Arjen style'. It just remind me of why I chose this path at the first place. Why I fell in love with it. Things that probably fade away from third grade of my bachelor study.

I, somehow, fall in love (again). I suck, I know. But I love it. So for the moment, forget the unpaid work. The unsent CD. The falling down of my old school (well, not that dramatic, but we are worry). The she-already-published-her-novel- while-I-don’t-even-got-any-idea-yet thing. The how-should-I-comment-on-a- script-while-I-haven’t-written-such-things-myself thing. The I-don't-like-to-laugh- at-my-own-country-but-they-always-do-stupid-things thing.

Don’t know what lays ahead, but this is my thing. Right here. Right now.