Malaysia: Is it "Truly Asia"?

Diposting oleh Unknown on Sabtu, 27 Oktober 2007

I am not sure this piece of insignificant news reach “western world” (whatever it mean nowdays) and beyond, since I almost sure the things that interest CNN or Fox is either news about the break of avian flu in Indonesia or volcano eruption. I doubt they would pay attention to this tense situation which doesn’t involve Britney Spears custody battle with ex-hubbie. The hot news, ladies and gentlemen, is about Malaysia, “Truly Asia” thieving Indonesian culture piece by piece.

Indonesia and Malaysia relationship in present day can be describe as ‘warm’ as relationship between George W. and Ahmadinejad. One might wonder why. Shouldn’t two countries with similar culture, heritage and even shares the same island should live in harmony? We should but we don’t. Like two blonde cheerleaders in high school with the same ambition of becoming home coming queen, we throw to each other apprehensive glance over thick blanket of smoke in Borneo. Of course we conceal it very well beneath the doctrine of decent manner, one trait we share in common.

When Malaysia air their famous tourism promotion on TV all over this earth and boldly illustrate a strong statement as the “Truly Asia”, I just stood in awe and even half-admiring the beautiful beach of Langkawi while thinking, “How I wish Indonesia’s Tourism Board has enough money to create such a inviting ad”. However I was a bit displease with “Truly Asia” tagline. So the other country is not really Asia? It seemed Malaysia challenge the rest of South East Asia to stand up.

Indonesia just sit idly and don’t do anything to answer that challenge. Sending cultural missionary to Europe to lured more tourist to come is not working (Tourism Board should have apprehended it by now) and raising people spirit by writing a fake-positive headline (“Tourism Started to Grow in Bali”) on newspaper is gibberish. Indonesia must make a move.

They don’t protect our workers and give them their rights (more about the tragic life of exploited female workers in here).They dishonored our sport referee. We still sit down in silence. Malaysia claimed our batik right, our food (tempe, kind of soy product), Jepara carving and God knows what. Still, the government did nothing. Then, one news materialized. Malaysia shows their recent tourism ad, using jingle taken from Indonesian folk song! Boom. And the hell break loose.

I went mad after I saw it for the first time on TV (click here to see the infamous ad). I sang it for hundred of times in elementary school, it was my piece de resistance song during vocal lesson, for God’s sake! This is not just about abused worker anymore but a pride of a nation. This time it means war, cous. I can’t believe their nerves! The folk song called “Rasa Sayange” and came from Maluku or so I thought. Malaysian Tourism Minister, Adnan Tengku Mansor claimed the song belongs to Malay archipelago while Maluku Governor insists it is Indonesian folk song. Later a record of that song made in Lokananta, Solo, unquestionably Indonesia, from the year 1958 was found.

However this problem only confirm my belief that Indonesia is one of the culturally richest country in this universe. Our main problem is that we are too widely spread to realize that. Oh and we should just exterminate Tourism Board since obviously all they do was create a make-belief field study to Paris where their wives bought Hermes bag and tons of perfume in Champs de Elysee. What we should do is create an independent board consist of diversely creative people in all field of profession (design, economy, public relation, hotelier, etc) and together create a new image of Indonesia. Definitely not the lame and ambiguous “Ultimate in Diversity” tagline. Eww.

We can do better than just become “Truly Asia”. We are Asia and we don’t have to steal another country’s culture to ascertain our richly unique identity. We can leave that job to Malaysia.
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Understanding Indonesian Horror Movies

Diposting oleh Unknown on Kamis, 25 Oktober 2007

Movies in certain Tangerang theater as per October 26, 2007:
-Get Married (Indonesian movie about a girl obsessed of getting married)
-Bobby (as in movie by Emilio Estevez about the murder of Robert Kennedy)
-Flawless (Demi Moore movie)
-Pocong 3 (tied with white cloth living corpse said to avenge sinners and whomever got a piece of its cloth would be rich and powerful. Duh!)
-Kuntilanak 2 (similar with Pontianak in Malaysian urban legend, Kuntilanak was a messy black hair cut, white cloth, could fly and pop in everywhere to avenge the world of her personal injustice of aborted baby and monstrous boyfriend who forced her and made her died)
-Legenda Sundel Bolong (I think Sundel Bolong is Kuntilanak’s sister or at least, cousin since they share similar fate)
-Suster N (post-colonial urban legend in Jakarta who believed that once there was a Dutch nurse ghost who cannot walk since her legs were broken and so she has to drag her feet with her hands and haunted hospital ward or ngesot)

The last four are horror movies. The last four always sold-out and full with screaming teenager and adult alike. The last four only some of the prove needed that Indonesian movie industry has, indeed, rising in numbers if not in quality. I don’t know if I should be overjoyed or scared with the attack of those supernatural evil spirit into my life. As a barely Indonesian nationalist who celebrates nationalism only in Independence Day, I am swollen with pride when I see Indonesian movies beat the numbers of Hollywood blockbuster in theater or made it into Malaysian or Singaporean theater. It is, afterall, demonstrate the neighbor-stealing-folk music country that Indonesia doesn’t only know the way to breed terrorist and corrupting fund aid, but also skillfull in making movies.

But I do feel scared. Not just by the daily nightmare of Kuntilanak visit into my boudoir, but what does it saying about us as Indonesian when most of the movies produced are horror movies? I am never a big fan of horror movie since I never understand what is the joy of watching a movie that frighten and haunted you when you are alone at home. Is it not enough that our life is already full of nightmare? Buddhist monks getting killed by Burmese military force, glaciers and ices in Alaska melting down and polar beer died of too much swimming. Call me a hen (I am female) but I don’t care. I am peace loving and I love having my dream free from hopping white pocong or sundel bolong with hollow tummy.

However I found this recent Asian movie industry frenzy of making more and more horror movies quite interesting. South East Asian countries share similar legend and folk stories and so it is not surprising if we love each other evil spirits (eww). What is astonishing is for countries with superstitious people who actually believe in those evil spirits is the paradoxical reality of how they also crave for more. I use ‘they’ because I definitely not a horror fan so I am out of the object study here. Isn’t that weird? So they are scared but they also love to be scared.

Case study #1: 23 years old female, Jabontor (Jawa-Ambon-Toraja) heritage, close friend
-Never miss a single horror movie in theater but the first to ask her friends to sleep over when her flat is empty and she would be ‘flat alone’

Case study #2: 21 years old male, Chinese-Balinese heritage, brother
-Always divert his gaze from the rear mirror and speed up until 120 km/hr when driving alone at night
And they still watching horror movies. Humph.

When I tracked down the rising of Asian horror movie industry, I traced my memory back when I was a small kid of 7 or 8 years old and watching movies without parental guide each afternoon after my siesta. TV station shows Hong Kong movies with hopping vampires dressed in classic court attire who would freeze when the priest put a caligraphed post-it on their foreheads. I squealed in delight. It was not as frightening as the Grande Dame of Kuntilanak and Nyi Roro Kidul role, Susanna.

Asian need its own horror movies that is not the Count Dracula, Frankenstein, Freddy Kruger or psycho murderer in shower. It doesn’t scare us (from a hen who hate horror movies, it is quite a strong statement) since we know Count Dracula wouldn’t survive in tropical climate, Frankenstein would never be in Bali since we burned the death in lavish ceremony, Freddy Krueger would not exist in city named Denpasar who doesn’t even know who he is when he pops up in our dream and that psycho would never get in to our bathroom since any respectable Indonesian always lock the door while bathing.

We have different memory, folk legend and story. Therefore we created our own creature and evil being based on those legend and culture. Below you will find Best Actor Nominee for “The Most Popular Creature in Horror Movies” presented by Julie Estelle and Susanna, the imitator of Real Thing. In random order, they are…
-Kuntilanak (Kuntilanak, Kuntilanak 2, Terowongan Casablanca)
-Anonymous black long haired woman in long dress and pale face (Ju-On, Ringu, The Eye, Shutter, The Wig, Bangku Kosong, Rumah Pondok Indah, Angker Batu and plenty more for this short blog)
-Pocong (Pocong 1, Pocong 2, Pocong 3 and hundreds of cameo appearances)
-Suster Ngesot (Suster Ngesot, Suster N, Panggil Nama Saya Tiga Kali)

The winner goes to…
KUNTILANAK!

The lady rose up slowly and nod her head in stacatto motion. She dragged her white silk gown gracefully and suddenly…SHE FLIES TO THE STAGE. Oh my, that is one way to enter. After shaking hands with Julie and Susanna who still trembling with either fear or admiration of meeting their source of inspiration, Kuntilanak is giving a speech. Below is the transcript (in Mother Language):

“Sodara-sodara sekalian, saya ingin mengucapkan banyak terima kasih atas penghargaan ini. Ternyata apa yang saya tidak dapatkan pada kehidupan singkat dan tragis dulu, saya dapatkan pada kehidupan ini. Terima kasih saya ucapkan kepada para produser, sutradara dan artis yang mengorbitkan dan menceritakan kisah saya dalam berbagai versi. Lepas dari benar atau tidaknya serta baik buruknya akting pemainnya, saya merasa bangga telah menjadi ikon perfilman Indonesia di samping Bang Benjamin atau Warkop. Sungguh suatu kebanggaan. Kemudian terima kasih sedalam-dalamnya kepada para fans Kunti yang setia menonton. Aneh memang, betapa kalian senang ditakut-takuti tapi tidak apa karena saya mendapat royalti. Last but not least, Kunti juga ingin berterima kasih dan menunjukkan penghargaan sedalam-dalamnya kepada sesama mahluk alam kubur yang masih suka bergentayangan. Penghargaan ini juga untuk kalian! Sundel Bolong, eat my dust! HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI…”
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Bali: On Movie

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I spent four years in Jakarta. It was full of consumerism, visual stimulation, hedonistic attitude, selfish sleeping occasion and a whole lot of movies. A LOT. Jakarta is heaven for sinner and movie freaks. We can find illegal DVDs in almost every mall or street, plenty movie theaters with puffy seat and new release movies that sometime even beat Down Under and all the glittering festival each year (Festival Film Perancis, Jiffest, etc). A lot of things to be exited about.

I am one of those weird people in this universe who likes to keep list of movies I saw or books I read. To proved the A LOT part, I looked back on my list of year 2004, 2005 and 2006, golden era of unproductivity and the amount quite astonishing to me.
2004 : 158 movies
2005 : 164 movies
2006 : 162 movies

So if we do the math (Thank God for calculator!) by estimating that each movie is around 2 hours, I would have spent 316 hours (2004), 328 hours (2005) and 324 hours (2006) in front of the screen. I know what you would be thinking at this point: Get a life, movie freak! Or you just have this mental image of obese greasy hair person who always munching and never bathing. I would let your imagination run wild on that one.

I am sure there are a lot of movie freak like me out there although I haven’t met them yet. I guess it is partly true that life in the big screen is a lot more fascinating than our ordinary life. We have obligation, responsibility and bill to pay and so it thwart us from always looking like smoldering Marlene Dietrich each morning. In that screen, we could witness the extraordinary. Things that we would never be able to do in this life (I would never get into blood splashing fight with sword in yellow tracksuit, for example), things we could not afford (Aston Martin, daily shaken not stirred martini, five stars hotel and OMEGA watch) and things out of this world (E.T…). It is beautiful to dream. It is so good that I dream of my life as a movie (definitely not reality show!), perhaps one of Audrey Hepburn-y movie. Gotta love the outfit.

But this year a lot of things happened. I live my life, for instance. The movie freak character must hibernating for a while. There was the final project, travel and life re-adjustment. Now I am quite adjusted and the movie freak-in-me started to wake up but mockingly there is no movie. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there is no decent movie in this Island of God. We have many temples and beautiful white sand beaches, but when it comes to decent movie that doesn’t involve pop-up vernacular evil spirit with long black hair or puppy love ridden teenage drama king and queen, Bali is suck.

My choice here would be:
a. buying or renting illegal DVDs with minimum choices. No latest French release or festival movies,which is exactly what I am after
b. re-watch everything I had
c. private screening (read: either for close community or flamboyant big screen movie night in Kudeta)
d. go to movie theater with ONLY two screens which distressingly devoted to show gory/horror/ teenage/Milla Jovovich/six months late kind of movies. Of course this is the last option.

May the Saint of All Screen help me here!

But to my supreme joy, I read an article in a forgotten magazine about the upcoming European Film Festival this November. Naturally it would be bigger in Jakarta but at least they would show some movies in Bali (or so the article said). So I would be looking forward to November for that special reason. Check this site for detail. So for any people who residing in Bali and read this, I hope to see you in Alliance France on November!
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I Came to Paris to Live...

Diposting oleh Unknown on Minggu, 21 Oktober 2007

On my second time in Paris this July, I was crossing Pont Neuf while suddenly I remember Audrey Hepburn. I have seen one of many Audrey Hepburn movies and I remember a particular line she said when asked by Bill Holden in “Paris When It Sizzles” about why did she come to Paris. She simply said in that big magical eyes of her, “I came to Paris to live”. Perfectly said. For I feel more alive in Paris.

Paris keep inspiring generation after generation of writer wannabes, head-to-toe-dressed-in black-chain-smoking thinker (who hang a lot in Le Deux Magot, hoping to be inspired by the ghost of Sartre), emerging artist, hopeless romantic and last but not least, million of wide-eyed travelers who seeks cultural enlightment and je ne sais quoi Paris is famous for. I was in the last category. I came to Paris to be charmed, enlighted and optimistic that Paris would infect me with its illustrious allure…
I had one Parisian day.
I woke up in a compact hotel room, hardly a space for bathroom.
I rode in Metro. With Le Figaro-reading-workers. With crumpled, unbathed student.
I had croissant and café au lait in Chez-something. The only food I can spell correctly.
I walked through a remnant wall and entered history of civilization, Louvre.
I encountered Winged Victory, placed in the top of staircase, ready to fly.
I met Venus de Milo, whose unarmed yet bewitched many hearts.
I saw Monalisa, overrated mystery still smiling ruefully.
I was a small fish, swimming in a bowl of universe.

Then



I went out, afraid it would became too much, wreck the magic.
I crossed Pont du Carrousel, left my enlightment pyramid behind.
I watched sleepy old man sitting, watching his petit bookshop of vintage delight along Seine.
I peeked at couple stealing French kisses on Pont Neuf, bitten by romance.
I heard my stomach protesting in unison, of thirst and hunger. Even in Paris.
I kept stopping in front of shop windows selling china and exotic objects of art.



Then



I sat down on red and green rattan chair, placed my elbow on green glossy table.
I ordered Croquet de Monsieur and my second café au lait, and waiting.
I captured people walking by, in hurry, in all shapes and colors imaginable, then waiting. Still.
I savored cheese melted tenderly, mixed with black sweetness of cafein, in my mouth.
I left Café de Flore in hurry, after asked Jacquez The Waiter took my picture while smiling knowingly (Ah, touriste!).
I strutted through Musee d’Orsay, like Catherine Deneuve with Paris Museum Pass.
I gasped, stunned, tempted and fell for Monet, Manet, Renoir, Degas, Lautrec and Gauguin. All over again.
I was swimming in impression of colors for eternity, etched forever in brain.



Then



I was furiously back to the Rue on six o’clock.
I used my angry tired feet once again, chasing Hemingway shadow from many years ago.
I found him in Shakespeare and Co.
I felt myself lost, an Alice in her Wonderland of Books.
I touched dusty bonded books, perhaps once read by Kerouac.
I bought some books, wishing I was buying history.



Then



I bought a thick shwarma and found a bench near the Seine.
I scorned tourists in Batobus, hysterically blitzing whatever they thought they see.
I washed down the last piece with red wine, tipsy with Paris.



Finally



I walked back to my cot.
Half-heartedly, drunk and dreaming.
Yearning for every day of my life
It would be like this.
Moi,


Drunk of Paris.
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There's Something About Dewi Persik & Anisa Bahar

Diposting oleh Unknown on Selasa, 16 Oktober 2007

Recently I am hooked with one of the most popular invention ever created by human being. TV cable. No, I am not turning into couch potato. Well, just potato perhaps considering a rapid development I found out with utter panic on tummy area. But I got what I deserved, spending so much time being a lazy snacking goddess.

Back to the TV. For my defense, I lived my uni year with almost no access to TV. Not that I have any regret. I did just fine with stack of illegal DVDs and books but I miss TV from time to time. The news (and certain silver-hair-blue-eyed news caster on CNN), my beloved Travel & Food Channel (Tuscany!Nepal!India!) and last but not least the gossip channel. I am a sucker for the latter. Not a day passed without me clicking “Daily 10” or “E! 101 Celebrity Slimdown”. Secretly, of course (when there are people around I always put on the most serious look I could pull on and watch BBC). I thank God for cable. And of course my Father, for paying.

But to my horror I found myself recently unblinking for half an hour in front of TV. The cause? Dewi Persik and his likely-soon-to-be-ex-hubbie, Syaiful Jamil. I still slap my poor sore cheek from time to time since I hardly believe I could watch the drama with full concentration (I have attention span of a cockroach). Everyone in the planet who have read US Weekly or checking on celeb goss knows that sometimes those celebs are just desperate for publication. They would do anything to get to the front page or at least, PerezHilton.com

Some of the techniques to raise his or her fame in celebdom typically employed:
*going out on a date (usually one of the couple is in the higher caste of celebdom) to the most happening venue in town. They usually caught lips-locking or holding hands in public while avoiding paparazzi. After ended up in E! Daily News, their representative would deny that their clients are dating. “They’re just friends” is the common answer
*they’re going into rehab after a stint of caught-drunk-while-driving. I am not quite sure it effective to their alcohol-damaged brain but it surely works for putting them on the spotlight. Better yet if they got into jail, like a recent blonde heiress *hint hint*. Wearing accessories from Alcoholic Anonymous also helped
*flashing public with certain body parts while getting out of cars
*wear an extremely beautiful dress or exceptionally horrendous dress on Red Carpet. Both would end up in Fashion Police
*held a public conference and admit that they’re gay
*make a bold and shocking statement (preferably something to do with sex, race, politic or did I mention sex?)
*etc (hey, if I know them all I would representating Paris Hilton by now)

But none of those celebs are willing to appear everyday for few weeks with tears on their eyes and ask forgiveness from their soon-to-be-ex-spouses (or in the case of Anisa Bahar, her once-not-her-daughter-but-now-that-she’s-famous-please-call-me-Mama-darling) on national broadcast. I honestly believe they would do better in sinetron than in dangdut, seeing how good they weep in front of camera. Seriously. Nicole Richie could learn something from them (instead of getting knocked-up with tatooed rock star, you poor thing). I was stupified in front of TV for that long not for nothing! Dewi Persik should consider an entirely new career after the divorce. If there is going to be one, that is.
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The Inconvenient Truth of Our Life

Diposting oleh Unknown on Minggu, 14 Oktober 2007

Our days on this earth are numbered. Mostly, it is our own fault or as I prefer it, our government's fault. In Indonesia's case, it is true. I hope I won't get in trouble for blogging this but let me make a small quiz:
*Which government actively involved in illegal logging by becoming the very own people who accept bribes from private companies to cut down the trees in Borneo's forest and corrupted what limited fund they have; also at the same time make their country as 'the number one fastest deforestation country in the world ' deserved to be in Guiness Book of Records?
If your answer is Indonesia, you are right. As an Indonesian, I am ashamed to admit that I didn't do anything to prevent it. Perhaps I used to think it is not my problem. It didn't cause a direct treat to my life. I was wrong. Al Gore said so (by the way, congratulation for the Nobel Prize. It is a good thing you lose the Precidency, seeing what happen with The One Who Unfairly Won nowdays. And look at those candidates racing to be The Next American President. It is overrated. Don't you agree? Nobel is more noble). I was the frog inside a boiling cauldron.
But now I realize I am that frog and the whole country is boiling (say, with all the natural disasters coming our way such as flooding and avalanches). This is about time that all Indonesian should realize that they are all that frogs! I hope it is not too late to wake up now and change all the bad habit of our lifestyle.
So here are some simple idea about what can people (and I) should do to prevent The Ice Age and perish human-kind like it did to dinosaurs:
1. Watch "An Inconvenient Truth" to understand correctly what happen to our earth right now (sadly it didn't make it to our cinema, so it is available for download or lapak DVD near you)
2. Throw your garbage correctly (even a small act like throwing a can of Coca Cola via your car's window COULD affect the environment)
3. Say NO to plastic bag. Next time you go to a supermarket or you buy anything that you able to put in your pocket or bag, tell the Mas or Mbak "NO" when they give you plastic bag (I try to always have a canvas bag with me whenever I go grocery shopping or better yet, use your real or fake Anya's " I am not a plastic bag" to its supposed-to-be-real function INSTEAD of wearing it for the sake of looking hip and cool in Citos
4.Turn off unusable electricity equipment in your house
5. Plant your garden (if your Mother haven't already done that)
For more tips on how to save the earth please click this site.
SAVE THE EARTH, SAVE OUR LIFE
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Lazy Hazy Paella Sun-Day

Diposting oleh Unknown on Sabtu, 13 Oktober 2007

Ah Sunday! It's quiet and peaceful. Almost like Silent Day except cars and motorcycle still passing through in front of my house. It doesn't feel like Ramadhan in Bali. No endless prayers from mosque's tower around or any sign in the neighborhood that people are celebrating their victory over earthly temptation. I woke up hazily, had my coffee and muffin. Checked my e-mail. Showering. Continuing my re-reading of "One Hundred Years of Solitude". And then cooking.

Like many of previous holiday, today my Old Man and I cooked together. We made a pretty good team tearing down the kitchen with our cooking style which only could be described as 'chaotically cluttered'. This time we made paella, a Spanish version of Nasi Goreng.
Bon Apetit!



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