The so-called Earth Hour

I was out with a good friend that night, when we, all human beings in the world, were called out to turn off the lights for an hour, for the sake of our poor old mother earth. We were ordering our buy-one-get-one all time favorite, Quattro Formaggi , when my friend asked the waiter, "Are you gonna turn off the lights by 20:30?" The waiter replied, "Yes, we are. But the gen-set will replace the power." My friend turned to me, laughing, "What difference does it make then?" Ya-ha.

Forget about the global warming extravaganza. After all, what we knew is only what those people told us about it, right? I just wanted to see the whole city blacked out for an hour. I wanted to see the whole west part of Indonesia goes pitch black. I wanted to see nothing but dim candles struggling to shine in the world where Darth Vader and You-Know-Who were even welcome to join the party. Come on, it would've been awesome!

We forgot about the issue for a moment, figuring out that when it's blacked out we, of course, will be the first to know. Two regular Quattro Formaggis were gone, along with Caesar Salad, cheese buns and two bottles of mineral water, the entire block was never merrier than before.

The girls' night out continued. Bloomingdale's bed sheets were on sale, so we headed off there to see if the sleeping beauties needed our kiss. Didn't took very long before she got one set of these babies in her hand. We promised each other earlier that night not to pass on our favorite dessert. So after a quick browsing at Periplus on Grisham's and --what else-- cookbooks, while she went upstairs to buy some stuff for her boyfriend, we just could not say no to two scoops of sinful delights mankind ever invented, ice-ice-baby.. yeah.

I was in the cab, sugar high, when I realized, not once the lights went off during the whole night we were there. 20:30 was long gone, the entire square was lit up like glorious fireworks on the fourth of july. No darkness whatsoever, no nothing. Nothing for the earth. Nothing.

Oh, poor old mother earth. They might love you in another part of the world. But here, I guess nobody couldn't care less about the hype when we were busy couping with our own catastrophy. Floods, tsunami, typhoon. Please accept our deepest apology. Maybe the world should light the candles for us.

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Everyday is a Winding Road

Tsunami kecil di sudut selatan Jakarta semalam. Mungkin sebentar lagi ke Pasar Minggu dan menyapu bersih semua yang hidup di sana. Tempelengan dariNya. Semua milikNya, akan segera diambilNya in His own timeframe. Lantas segala sesuatu terasa tak penting lagi. Kembali ke perspektif yang hakiki. Dia dan kita. Dia dan saya. Biarlah ini menjadi istighfar.

Berita kelahiran adik baru ini saya terima tadi pagi, dalam inbox email yang tidak terlalu sesak. Another Rebel. Rebel T1i. Siapa mau this bad boy?

Kemarin seorang murid membawa Lumix dan saya bertekad menaklukkannya untuk dia. Lumayan, dalam waktu setengah jam dia sudah mulai bersahabat dengan saya, malu-malu mengikuti arah fokus yang saya inginkan, meminta lebih banyak waktu saya untuk memahaminya dengan janji akan menciptakan imaji yang lebih baik dari yang sudah-sudah. Mereka berdua akan baik-baik saja.

Malam itu langit berlagu di atas kompleks P&K Pejaten. Dirimu Satu, Love of My Life, Pelangi, repertoir festival, partitur-partitur aneh dari klasik hingga pelog-slendro, ... sejuta notasi yang ternyata masih melekat di belakang kepala **mungkin akan terbawa hingga liang kubur**, ditingkahi kertap hujan di bumbungan atap dan denting piano yang terkadang meleset dari aransemen asli karena sang pianis handal, walaupun setia pada profesi guru piano, lama sudah tidak memainkan nomor-nomor tersebut sejak menikah dan berbuntut dua. Rencana konser 30 tahun PSMUT. Alangkah senang jika terwujud.

The Longest Journey 2, DreamFall, memotret di pagi hari, baking solely for the love of baking, menulis di warung donat, leyeh-leyeh di serpong. Betapa rindunya akan banyak kebiasaan lama yang akhir-akhir ini terlupa. Assignment baru dari PBAP, Confession of a Shopaholic, rencana hunting, kelas di Surabaya.. ah, saya benar-benar perlu retired sejenak dari segala helter-skelter ini. Selepas Juni, semoga. 

Everyday is a winding road, I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign, I get a little bit closer to feeling fine 

--Sheryl Crow--

Sebuah Hari

Sebuah hari berlalu.

Hari kedua shooting TVN. Interview yg nyaris membuat bobol tanggul air mata. Haru oleh rasa cinta, syukur dan takjub tak berkesudahan. Begah mengudap segala rupa nyamikan, lalu melanjutkan perjalanan.

Siaran sore hingga malam. Menyesal tidak membawa kamera, karena mendadak menemukan angle yang bagus sekali memotret balon di studio, yang entah kapan akan dicopot sejak ultah kemarin. Obrolan seputar kopi enak yg membuat aroma kopi seolah menari di ujung hidung. Ah, ingatkah kamu akan kopi tubruk kegemaran kita tiap malam?



Pulang menunggu teman, ternyata keputusan yang salah. Naik taksi sendiri membelah malam. Seorang sahabat menelpon minta ditemani makan, taksi pun ubah haluan. Musik jazz ringan, soundnya sangat tidak nyaman di telinga akibat akustik Citos yg buruk. Quincy Jones, Just The Two Of Us.

Air mata lagi, ketika mengalir puisi dari ujung jemari. Tentang keinginan menggerakkan garis bujur bumi dan menitahkan angin dan ombak. Betapa rindu tak pernah punya belas kasihan.

Earl grey hangat. Batal bertiga, berdua pun cukup memikat. Andai ada kamu.

Sebuah hari berlalu sudah.

A Lesson

Forgive me.

That night, when you said you need to see me, I couldn't help but guarding myself up. You stabbed me and my friends in the back once, what would you possibly do this time, what kind of disaster you plan for us now, what another kind of bomb, another kind of s**t you're trying to drop this time? Me, anxiously preparing myself for the worst.

Our encounter was delayed for sometime, something I thanked God for. I started to believe that you might not want to see me for some reason. Atrocious reason. Maybe you were waiting for the right time. The right time, it sounded like a curse to me.

Today, we finally met. You handed me friendship. You offered to repair what had been broken in the past. You said you remembered me. You showed that you care. You handed me love. You handed me friendship.

I was in tears. Could not believe what I saw, what I heard. Could not believe how small person I was, having this horrific presumption toward you. I would not allow myself to make excuses that it was natural for me to react in such way, because of what happened in the past. Even though I was hurt by you, it should not give me any reason to have awful thought, that probably was the reflection of my awful-self.

Forgive me. And thank you for the friendship.

Allah, have mercy on me.

Coming Out for the Idol

He's succeededly pulling me out of my hiding cave. 

'Nuff said.