22.8.07

Tragic Comic

I thought time heals. I thought time makes you forget...

Then why everything else went fuzzy the moment I saw her glossy smile?

I guess even after all this time, I'm still the same ol' hapless romantic, st-t-tuttering p-poet, and a tragic comic.


19.8.07

A Diplomatic Paradox

What is a diplomat?

According to my Widyaiswara*, a diplomat is someone sent abroad to lie for his/her country.

Needless to say, that was not the politically-correct version. But I’m not going to mull or argue on the definitive term.

In my not-so-humble opinion, here in Indonesia a profession of diplomat has its own, unique definition. In a nutshell, a diplomat is someone who leads a double life in terms of lifestyle and bank saving.

When you’re currently posted at home (that is to say when your status being a PNS/government employee), you struggle to make ends meet with your below-par and ridiculous salary (and 70% budget cut). Even people who drive public transportation for a living (read: busway drivers) earn more salary than you [no offense]. Pathetic that may sounds, that’s the way it is and you need to adapt. To adapt here does not signify or justify any act of fraud. I despise people who commit such thing in the name of their hardship. Every option you take has its own consequences, and you should lie on your own bed. To adapt here does mean that you have to adjust your lifestyle to your paycheck. Of course, it goes without saying with your bank account, too.

Now for the sunny side: when an Indonesian diplomat is posted abroad, he/she leads almost entirely a different life. Fat pa¥ch€¢k$ are guaranteed every month, with many much-welcomed benefits. He/she gets to drive fancy cars (could get away with traffic misdemeanor, sometimes), doesn’t pay taxes, and lives in white-picket fences houses. What’s best, especially for men, being posted abroad provides an excellent reason to skip the monthly compulsory visit to your parents-in-laws.

Obviously, I’m taking things to the extreme. But polarization is sometimes necessary to drive your point home. Talking about home, there’s a local joke in my office about which place is the hardest post. Hardship post is a term used for posting places with not-so-convenient conditions, be them high crime rates, exorbitant price index, or simply dearth of water next to your toilet. Well, it is an accord that “home” is definitely the hardest post. Maybe that explains why I never find any mat emblazoned with the traditional saying “Home Sweet Home”, here in my office.

Having said all the above, it all eventually comes down to making your choices and accepting the consequences. I guess I can finally understand what that Englishman with funny hair really meant when he said “To be or not to be”.

[Disclaimer: This post is drafted, written, and posted by my evil twin a.k.a. BFSR* without my knowledge and consent. He owns his own oil company, earns thousand times more than I do, never pays his taxes, cheats on every woman he encounters, and is incredibly good-looking. If you feel like meeting him, leave your comment here, and I surely will pass it on to him next time we meet in our annual family reunion. ]

Glossary:

* Widyaiswara: a formal term for government employees who teach/lecture in governmental educational and training center

* BFSR: Big Filthy Stinking Rich

16.8.07

An Indonesian, Two Thais, and A Papua New Guinean

I didn’t ask to be born an Indonesian. But I didn’t ask to be born any other national, either. It just happened that I was born from a womb of an Indonesian woman, sired by an Indonesian man, and shed my first teardrop onto Indonesian soil.


Being an Indonesian, I’m acutely aware that I don’t have many things to be proud of. I’m not going to further depress you all by going through an exhaustive list of "Why I am not proud to be an Indonesian", but let me share you a story that happened almost two years ago.

I was doing some sightseeing in Pattaya Park Tower Observation Deck, the tallest building in Pattaya back then, I believed. The sun was shining and the wind was gentle. I was indulging myself by gazing at the beauty of the Jomtien Beach, when the corner of my eyes spotted another homemade beauty: two cute girls with Thai complexion, all smiles and giggles while arguing whether or not they have the courage to board the Tower Jump and slide down 170 meters to the ground.

I hovered in the vicinity, made my move, and casually said hello. To make a long story short (not to I imply that I needed lots of time to woo the girls, mind you), here how the conversation went:

Girl 1: So what’s your name again?
Casanova in-the-making: It’s [censored]
Girl 2: You come here alone?
Casanova in-the-making: Yeah, but now I’m not alone anymore. [Grin]
Girl 1 + Girl 2: [Giggling]
Casanova in-the-making: [Smile nonchalantly]
Girl 2: Where are you from, [censored]?
Casanova: Whoa, and I was supposed to be the aggressive party here! Guess where I come from? [with air of self-assurance]
Girl 2: I know I know, you must be a Malaysian!
Casanova: Wrong…[Laugh], but you’re almost right about the region. Give it another try.
Girl 1: Phillippines?
Disappointed Casanova: [Dismayed] Not even close. Come on, there are not so many possibilities.
Girl 2: Singapore?
Disappointed Casanova: Noo!
Girl 2: Brunei? Cambodia? Laos?
Vexed Casanova: [Annoyed] No, no. Come on, you girls surely could do better than that. I’m not from Mars, you know. [And you surely are not from Venus, mes petites]
Girl 1: [Frowning] I could not think of any other country.
Girl 2: I give up. Why don’t you just tell us?
Confessing Cassanova: [Dumbfounded] Mmm..yeah..I’m from Indonesia
Girl 1: Indonesia? [With why-I-didn't-think-of-that look]
Girl 2: Oh I know that. It’s near Malaysia, right!
Former Casanova: [Rapidly losing interest] Yeah, that’s where I come from. [Awkward silence] So, you two going to jump or what?
Girl 2: I almost forgot about that. Well, I guess we will. And you?
Mortal human: Not me, I’m too old for that. You two go ahead. Have fun, okay?
Girl 2: Okay…bye!
A sullen Indonesian: Byee…

[Disclaimer: Some lines in the conversation above have been exaggerated, as usual. Try copycating my Casanova technique, and you’ll find out that the Tower Jump is not the fastest way to hit the ground.]

Having found out that my great country was not as great as I thought, I board the elevator and took my leave with a disturbed feeling. I kept telling myself that those girls needed to plug themselves into this so-called wired world, or maybe they were in dire need of a mental defibrillation to cure their ignorance. Still, I could not help but feeling sorry for my country for its lack of image and share of mind.

Ah well, ‘tis the inescapable reality and I guess we Indonesians have only ourselves to blame. Actually, I’d almost forgotten about the incident ‘till I read the news about a Papua New Guinean who wrote a song for the aforementioned Forgotten Land. Bewilderment and reminiscence got the best of me as I ponder about two foreigners who hardly knew my country, another foreigner who managed to write a song for it, and yours truly who didn't even have time to sing his own national anthem.

I’ll rest my case there, and for now just let me wish my fellow countrymen/women a Happy Independence Day. May the future be brighter for all of us and may I never write such a patriotism-induced post like this again.

28.7.07

A Fateful Day

24th of July was one of the worst days in my heretofore sunny life. My misfortune had it roots in the preceding day, the 23rd. As usual, I was the last creature to leave the office and I decided to work up a little on my lung capacity at the office gym. 2 hours later, drained and starving, I hurriedly left the office and headed straight to the nearest eating place to treat myself a hefty dinner. Afterwards, I went home, sated and drowsy.

The next morning, I woke up to relentless ringing of my phone. I glanced at my watch with my still half-sewn eyes, and discovered it was 8 in the morning. Who in the world would call me persistently at 8 A.M.? Mind you, my bio clock has smoothly adapted to my job as a government slave, err…employee, and daily business did not usually kick-start before 9 A.M. To my dismay, I uncovered more than 30 missed calls on my log and 10 messages. They were sent by the people in my office, demanding my whereabouts. Then I read the enlightening sentence: The night before, I had forgotten to return the office keys to security, and now no one could enter the office, including my boss who apparently had been waiting impatiently for my homecoming from Oh La La Land.

I jumped to my feet, scrambled for my glasses, frantically grabbed any clothes within reach and ran to my car. No bathroom karaoke session this morning, vraiment désolé. The traffic was somewhat light, and I managed to reach the office by 8.45, only to find my boss sitting sulkily at the office stairs like some rejected door salesmen. My my, I didn’t even have the courage to put on an apologetic smile.

My boss did not utter any reproach, he just stared at me and mumbled some unintelligible words. Maybe sitting on the stairs for almost an hour was too much for him. In any case, I was grateful for getting away with my negligence. If I had been working for a private company instead of a government agency, surely my ass would have been fired faster than I can say “Ouch”.

22.7.07

Overnight Critic

Having abused the DVD-ROM in my ancient laptop to watch DVDs all night long, I felt like pretending to be a movie critic. Here it goes, the list of of the films. Pirated? Guilty as charged.

A Scanner Darkly

Casts: K. Reeves, R. Downey Jr., W. Harrelson, W. Ryder

What it says:

The movie is set in suburban Orange County, California in the future. It imagines a paranoid world in which it seems 2 of every 10 Americans have been hired by the government to spy on the other 8, in the name of national security and drug enforcement. (Hmm..are they sure the movie is set on the future?) When one reluctant government recruit (Reeves) is ordered to start spying on his friends, he is launched on a journey into the absurd, where outsourced government contractors largely define the social construct, where identities and loyalties are impossible to decode, and where not even his girlfriend can be trusted (this is not new, I guess). The film highlights the inconsistencies and ironic consequences of the war on drugs.

What I think:

The visual of the film is an eye candy, and the plot is a lullaby. The concoction of the two was potent enough to put any viewer into slumber. Zzz zzz zzz...


Irréversible

Casts: M. Belucci, V. Cassel, A. Dupontel

What it says:

Alex (Belucci) and Marcus (Cassel) are a couple whose story is told over the course of a fateful day. The tumultuous odyssey begins with brutal killing, and unspools in reverse to reveal the horrifying events that lead to the gut-wrenching, violent climax of the opening scene.

What I think:


Rarely did I see a movie with such a provocative display,
evocative plot, and lingering aftertaste (of course, I'm just pretending to be a movie critic). The two infamous scenes had contrasting effects on me. The one with the fire extinguisher forced me to focus my eyes on the corner of the screen. The violence was such that I couldn’t bear watching, but didn’t want to look away. The one with the knife got me riveted and numb. The intensity was such that I didn’t want to watch, but couldn’t bear looking away. If you are planning to enrich your French (expletive) vocabulary, this one will make a great manual.

Moral:
Girls, never walk home alone at night. Find the most suitable (and eligible) guy in the proximity to accompany you. [Grin...]


Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan

Casts: S. Baron Cohen

Kazakh journalist Borat Sagdiyev (Cohen) embarks on a journey across America to make a documentary. As he zigzags across the nation, Borat meets real people in real situations with hysterical consequences. His backward behavior generates strong reactions around him, exposing prejudices and hypocrisies in American culture.

What I think:

Light and entertaining, I laughed politely here and there to several politically-incorrect mockeries. I didn’t expect much despite its nomination at the 79th Academy Awards for Best Adapted Screenplay, and the movie befitted. It was a welcomed change of mood, though, especially after watching
Irréversible.


Babel


Casts: B. Pitt, C.Blanchatt, M. Akhzam, G. Garcia Bernal, K. Yakusho

What it says:

A rifle shot echoes through the rugged, mountainous terrain of Morocco, and the lives of four separate groups of strangers on three different continents collide: a vacationing American couple; a rebellious deaf Japanese teenager and her father; a Mexican nanny who, without permission, takes two American children across the border; and two Moroccan shepherd boys. But none of these strangers will ever meet one another.

What I think:


I wonder how Pitt manages to look good in any role/hairdo/clothes/no-clothes in any movies. Second thought, I don
’t think I want to know.

I’d been looking forward to seeing Babel from the time it was played in the Jakarta Film Festival few months ago, but I failed to secure a seat. So I settled for a low quality, bootlegged DVD. Not exactly politically-correct, but one needs to adapt.

The movie offered something novel, and I particularly enjoyed the use of four different languages: English, Spanish, Arabic, and Japanese. One note about the Japanese, Yakusho’s acting performance as a deaf girl earned her an Academy Award nomination for Best Female Supporting Act, the first for any Japanese actor/actress. Some movie critics claimed that Babel should have won the Best Picture instead of The Departed, but I’m not going to argue on that. I recommend the movie.

Moral: Kids, don't play with guns.


Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

Casts: R. Downey Jr., V. Kilmer

What it says: Harry Lockhart (Downey Jr.) is basically a decent guy. Sure, he’s a petty thief who skates through life on a shaky cocktail of dog-eared charm and cockeyed optimism, but he wants to do the right thing. He just doesn’t know how, exactly. Harry’s perpetual bad luck takes a turn for the better when he and his partner are doing some after-hours Christmas “shopping” at a NYC toy store and the security alarm breaks up the party.

What I think:

The security alarm starts up another party, involving Kilmer (Gay Perry, a private-eye who is..well..gay) and Michelle Monaghan (Harmony Lane, Harry’s high-school heartthrob. The One Who Got Away? ^_^). Despite the title's resemblance to my own bitter experience, I don't have any strong opinion about the movie.


The Good Shepherd

Casts: M. Damon, A. Jolie, R. De Niro

Edward Wilson, the only witness to his father’s suicide and member of the Skull and Bones Society while a student at Yale, is a morally upright young man who values honor and discretion, qualities that help him to be recruited for a career in the newly founded Central Intelligence Agency. While working there, his ideals gradually turn to suspicion influenced by the Cold War paranoia present within the office. Eventually, he becomes an influential veteran operative, while his distrust of everyone around him increases to no end. His dedication to his work does not come without a price though, leading him to sacrifice his ideals and eventually his family.

What I think:

I would enjoy any movie featuring Angelina Jolie. Or Damon. Or De Niro (He is the director, by the way. The Good Shepherd is De Niro's second directorial undertaking after A Bronx Tale, which I also enjoyed very much).

Moral: Family first, career second. Mmm, or is it the other way around?


Underworld: Evolution

Casts: K. Beckinsale, S. Speedman

What it says:

The saga of war continues between the Death Dealers (vampires) and the Lycans (werewolves). The film traces the beginnings of the ancient feud between the two tribes as Selene (Beckinsale) and Michael (Speedman), the lycan hybrid, try to discover the secrets of their bloodlines. All of this takes them into the battle to end all wars as the immortals must finally face their retribution.


What I think:

Cool, dark and entertaining. It’s a blend of brutal limb-shredding, fast-paced action; immaculate lovemaking; and straightforward plot. Kate Beckinsale is indeed the most beautiful vampire, conveniently beating Ryder in Bram Stoker's Dracula.

Moral: Sunlight doesn't only cause cancer. It burns, too.