[Movie Review] Last Vegas

Last Vegas - poster

Ini kisah tentang empat orang sahabat yang telah berusia 60 taunan. Bersama-sama, mereka melarikan diri dari kesehariannya, untuk pergi ke Las Vegas, menghadiri bachelor party sekaligus pernikahan satu-satunya dari mereka yang masih single. Pernikahan yang cukup kontroversial, karena calon mempelai wanita berusia separuhnya. Perjalanan ini juga sekaligus menghidupkan kembali masa-masa kejayaan mereka, dan memperbaiki hubungan yang pernah rusak di antara mereka.

Rating film ini di Imdb.com boleh tidak mencapai 7, apalagi Metascore-nya. Tapi terkadang untuk menikmati sebuah film, saya gak butuh angka tinggi. Bagi saya, film ini sangat menghibur. Dialognya lucu dan cukup cerdas, tanpa kesan berat. Mereka punya nama panggilan bodoh-bodohan yang hanya boleh dipakai mereka. Like a boss, kakek-kakek ini juga mencoba keep up dengan apa yang menjadi tren di kalangan anak muda saat ini. Saya suka ide bahwa persahabatan yang baik gak butuh kuantitas kontak yang sering, karena yang penting adalah kualitas. And boys will still be boys, no matter how old they are.

Pemain: Michael Douglas, Robert De Niro, Morgan Freeman, Kevin Kline
Tahun Rilis: 2013
Gambar diambil dari specevents.net

Die’s Bad Hair: A Dir en grey Fanfic


Another day at Dir en grey’s practicing studio…

Kyo entered the room without any suspicion at all. After mumbling an “Ohayo![1]”, he put his black leather slingbag on his usual chair, paid no much attention on the greeting’s reply, and headed to the nearest mirror to check his appearance. With his fingers, he combed his hair to arrange it, while humming vaguely. After a while doing so, suddenly he felt a sharp stare stabbed his back. Horrifiedly, his eyes moved to another reflection at his side. God, it was Toshiya! The vocalist turned around alarmingly.

“What?” he demanded defensively.

“Ne Kyo~~~, your hair…” Toshiya stared at Kyo with an obvious amazement. “…it’s black!!” His eyes grew bigger in excitement.

Kyo backed a little in surprise. “Yeah…” he said carefully. “Is there something wrong with that? Your hair is black, too, right?”

“Don’t misunderstand me, Kyo. It’s not like I’m complaining,” said Toshiya, advancing Kyo. His arm extended both slowly and excitedly, to stroke Kyo’s now black hair gently. “I love it,” he added amusedly. “I love black hair…  And you look so kawa—”[2]

Kyo looked alarmed. “Hey, don’t say it! Or you’ll regret it! Besides, it’s only black hair, Toshiya, black. There’s nothing so special about that. Don’t get over-reacted … Hey-hey, don’t hug me! … Let me go! Or I swear I’ll bite you!! … Toshiyaaa!!!”

Acting as a responsible leader, Kaoru came to separate them. But he got carried away, becoz Toshiya hugged him, too.

“Uwoo…  Another black hair!!”


Shinya moved slowly to Die’s side, who was watching Kyo and Kaoru wriggled free from Toshiya. “We’re so lucky, ne Die?” he said, smirking.

“Huh?” replied Die, distracted. “Lucky? Why?”

Shinya rolled his eyes. God, no, Die was wearing that stupid face again. “My hair is blonde, and yours is red. Otherwise, we’re gonna end up like Kyo and Kaoru.”

“Unn…yeah…” Die answered not so sure, frowning slightly.

Shinya raised an eyebrow before deciding to leave. He wasn’t sure Die was in the right state or not.


“He loves black hair…” Die sighed while looking at his reflection in the toilet’s mirror. He stuck out some of his hair with his fingers. “…while mine is red…” he added miserably.


Couples more Dir en grey practice sessions …

“Ohayo!” Die came both cheerfully and energetically to the practicing studio.


The reply came from Toshiya. He turned to look at the guitarist, but soon gasped in shock. “Mygawd! Your hair!”

Die grinned rather nervously. “Yeah, I dyed it black. All black. Jet-black!”

(Okay, Toshiya, you can hug me anytime!)

But Toshiya still stared at him horrifiedly. His mouth was opened, but no voice came out.

(C’mon, Toshiya, don’t you think now it’s the right time for you to hug me? What are you waiting for?) “Toshiya?”

“Who are you??”


“You’re not Die!! Not the real Die! You’re just look like him!!” Toshiya stated in shock. “Kaoruuuu~~ Someone has kidnapped Die~~!!! Heeelllpp~~!!” he howled madly, rushing inside to look for Kaoru.

Die was left in a complete disarray. He blinked, then, “Does it mean that I won’t get a hug?”


“C’mon, Die, tell me what’s got into you!”

Kaoru leant on the couch armrest, arms crossed at his chest, watching the other guitarist who sat on the stool in front of him. He had to sort this thing out by himself in a separate room becoz in another room, Toshiya was still howling madly about the red-haired Die who was being kidnapped and now replaced by this black-haired impostor. Kyo was getting so sick of it that he had to slap him hard in the face. It did stop him, though. But now they involved in a series of punches, slaps, kicks, bites, and scratches. Shinya decided it was the best time to finish the thick novel he hadn’t been able to touch for ages. So he walked rather merrily to what he thought the most quiet and peaceful place in the building: the fire-escape.

Die rolled his eyes, shrugging a little.

“Then why you dyed your hair black?”

“Well, you did, Toshiya did, and Kyo did, too!!” Die answered, a bit irritated. “Why shouldn’t I do it?”

“Becoz you’re Die!”

(-_-) Die stared at his leader for a while, before sighing, “Ne Kaoru, if you don’t have a better reason than that, I’ll leave. I’m hungry.” He got up from the stool, heading to the door.

Kaoru hurriedly grabbed Die’s arm. “Wait, Die!”

Die turned his head lazily. “What?”

“Are you going to eat ramen at that street corner stall?”

“And what’s it got to do with my hair??”

“Nothing… Okay, sorry… Where were we?… *ahem*… I mean, it’s true, Die, you can’t dye your hair black becoz you’re Die. Everyone recognizes you as the red-haired guitarist of Dir en grey. Us, the staff, the fans… Don’t you remember what they wrote in their fanfics? The red-haired guitarist…the red-haired bishounen[3]…(Who on earth thought that this stupid thing in front of me is a bishounen?) If you dyed your hair black, then what would happen to them? What would happen to their imaginations?”

Actually, Die didn’t give a damn on what would happen to the fanfic writers or their imaginations. Just changed the “red-haired” to “black-haired”, what was so difficult about that?

“But, Kaoru, I have my own reason why I dyed my hair black.”

“Then what is it?” asked Kaoru. To see that Die looked hesitated, he added rather dramatically, “Tell me, Daisuke![4] Tell meee!!”

(+_+) “Knock it off, Kaoru! You’re making me dizzy!” said Die to Kaoru who grabbed his shoulders and shook him hard. Die got dizzy easily if he was hungry.

“Sorry, a little bit carried away…” Kaoru mumbled apologetically.

(That’s what you called “a little bit”? -_-) Die cleared his throat before, “My reason is… *ahem* …anou~~…”

“Yes? Your reason is…?” Kaoru urged him.

My reason is becoz Toshiya loves black hair and I think I have a crush on him, so I… Dream on! There was no way Die could say that! He blushed at the thought of Toshiya, which made Kaoru eyed him curiously.


“It’s for a personal reason, Kaoru!” Die finally said, looking away from Kaoru. But the older man had spotted Die’s red face, and made it clearer.

“Aha! I know! You must be in love, Die! Look, your face is red! You have a crush on somebody, ne Die?” Kaoru exclaimed loudly.

(Great, Kaoru! Why don’t you use the microphone instead, or even call the press, so all the world would know?)

“C’mon, Die, we’ve been friends for long. You don’t have to be embarrassed. Tell me, who’s this person?” Kaoru said sweetly, clinging coaxingly to Die’s arm.

(Yes, you’re right, Kaoru, we’ve been friends for long so I have learned not to trust my love life to you!) Die smirked. “I don’t have to tell you everything…”


Die sighed. “Have you finished, Kaoru? I’m going to get something to eat…” he said, once again heading to the door.

This time, Kaoru didn’t stop him. He just said, “Remember, Die, everyone loves your red hair!”

(Yeah, everyone. But not Toshiya! And that’s what matters to me!) Die didn’t bother to look back or to reply. He just walked out of the building, desperately for a bowl of ramen to eat.


After fulfilled his hunger, Die was now longing for a place to be alone. He wanted to skip the practice and headed to his apartement instead. But if he did that, the only place he was heading to would be his grave, becoz Kaoru would have killed him in the first place. So he shoved the thought of his lovely comfortable bedroom, and headed back to the studio building.

If Shinya thought fire-escape as the most quiet and peaceful place in this building, then the guitarist got a better place: toilet. So he entered it and headed straight to the sink. He turned the tap on and washed his face with the cold water from it. Then stared at his reflection in the mirror.

(Maybe Kaoru was right. I feel like I’m not looking at myself. Everyone is very used to my red hair, even one would think I was born red-haired!)

But didn’t matter how he looked, red-haired or black-haired, Toshiya didn’t seem to care.

(He didn’t notice me while I was red-haired, and now he screamed at my black hair! Really!)

Die shook his head. If they said women were hard to understand, then try to understand Toshiya.

Well, speaking of Toshiya… Without warning, the door cracked open. A black-haired poked from it.


(From all the black-haired men in this building, why it has to be him?) The guitarist scowled. “Die’s not here,” he grunted.

Toshiya grinned appologetically. “Unn, sorry about that, Die. Guess I was just a bit shocked back then… Ahaha…” he said, absent-mindedly scratching his hair.

Die didn’t say anything but sat on the sink edge. Looking away grumpily and somehow miserably. Toshiya approached him and stood right in front of him.

“Look, Die, I don’t know what happened, but I just want you to know that I miss the red-haired Die already…”

Die slowly turned his head to stare at Toshiya.

(Oh no, he doesn’t like it!) Toshiya went nervous. “Well, of course it’s okay if you want to keep you hair black,” he said hastily. “It’s your hair anyway…”

“What did you say?”

(Hyaa, Die’s mad at me!) “I said it’s okay to keep your hair black. Really, Die, it’s okay,” Toshiya went more nervous.

“No, before that,” Die said impatiently.

Toshiya blinked. “Before that? Unh…well…I can’t remember it. Aha…sorry…” (My head goes blank when I’m too nervous ^^;)

(-_-) “Then go away, and come back here if you have remembered it.”

(^^;) “Not that rude, Die… *scratch-scratch* Chotto[5]… I said I miss the red-haired Die already…” Toshiya scratched his own hair and looked away to hide his slightly flushed face.

“My red hair? But why? I thought you like black hair,” Die said, staring deeply to the bishounen in front of him.

“Well yeah, I like black hair better. But you’re an exception, Die,” Toshiya let his eyes stared back to Die’s. “Your red hair is special. You and your red hair can’t be separated. It almost feels like a crime to get rid of red from your hair…” he paused a while, then, “Sounds silly, huh?”

Actually Die didn’t think it sounded silly. Becoz Die of Dir en grey was red-haired and he felt like he wasn’t that Die if he was black-haired. But he didn’t really know what to do or say. So he just mumbled, “Hontou[6]?”

Toshiya nodded, smiling sweetly. “Umh!”

Die smiled, slightly shaking his head. He felt a bit relieved becoz actually Toshiya liked his red hair. But he also felt a bit silly, becoz if he had known it before, he shouldn’t have dyed his hair black…

(Well, silly things you’ll do for a silly thing called love…)

“Toshiya…” Die said softly, lifting his hand to gently touch Toshiya’s cheek.

*doki-doki*[7] “Yea, Die…?”

“…your cheek is red…”

*blush* “Umm, well I…”

“…and it suspiciously looks like the shape of a hand palm…”

“What?!” Toshiya remembered something, then went furious. “Ano baka![8]

“Huh? Who?”

“Kyo! He slapped me!”


“Don’t worry, I slapped him back,” said Toshiya proudly, like it was the bravest thing a man could do to a devil named Kyo.

“Huh?” Die went confused. “What were you two doing actually?”

Toshiya cleared his throat. “Something stupid that you shouldn’t know,” he said, grinning rather embarrassedly. “Well, whatever it was, I’m the winner!” added the bassist proudly.

Suddenly, one of the cubicles’ door opened. “How dare you said you’re the winner, Toshiya! Do we have to hold a re-match?”

All eyes were staring at the vocalist who had just turned up. “What are you doing here, Kyo?!”

Kyo rolled his eyes. “Doing things that a normal man does in the toilet,” he answered.

“But you’re not a normal man…”

Kyo narrowed his eyes. “D’u really want a re-match, Toshiya?” he asked menacingly.

“Hey, Kyo, are you sure you’re not eavesdropping us?” asked Die, jumping from the sink. Toshiya was rather hiding behind him, stuck his tongue out to Kyo.

“I’m not eavesdropping,” said Kyo, slowly walking to reach the toilet door. “And if you said I’m eavesdropping, then what would you call this??”  he pulled the door in a sudden. Two men then tumbled in.

“Shinya! Kaoru!”


“So,” Kyo started up when the five of them were in the corridor, heading to the practicing room. “Die dyed his hair black becoz he wanted to get attention from Toshiya?”

Die went crimson. “It’s not… I’m not… Kyo!!”

“Wahahhaa… you hit the right point, Kyo!” said Kaoru smuggly.

“While actually Toshiya has already liked Die’s red hair?” Kyo went on annoyingly.

“Gwahahhahhaa!!!” Kaoru and Shinya were laughing merrily. While Toshiya suddenly became interested at his sneakers, so he could look down, hiding his smile.

“Shut up, Kyo! Knock it off!!” Die pushed Kyo’s body aside, making his way hurriedly so his bandmates wouldn’t be able to make fun of him anymore.

“A small thing like hair color could make all this hectic?” Kyo grumbled. “My hair was blonde for a long time, and no one complained when I dyed it black…”

“That’s becoz you’re cute (waa, don’t give me that killing stare, Kyo!) in both color. You have fans who like you in blonde or black. Becoz it’s not your hair color that they fuss about. You have talent, you have you own characteristics that they like,” explained Kaoru. “Right, Shinya?” he asked to Shinya who nodded in agreement. “While Die? *sigh* His selling point is only his red hair color. Well, unless you count that stupid grin of his…”

“Oy, you three! I hear that!! And I’m so pissed off!”

“Uh-oh!” Kaoru went pale. “Better run for your life!” he mumbled before setting off to the front door in top speed.

“Hey, you irresponsible leader!!” shouted Shinya. “Wait for us!”

“I don’t understand why we should run when it’s only Die…”

“Just shut up and run!” Shinya grabbed Kyo’s arm right before a pair of Adidas sneakers zoomed and landed exactly where Kyo had stood a second ago.

*gulp* “What the…?!”

“See, Kyo? That’s why we have to run!”

“Hai, wakarimashita![9]” *swoosh*

“Chickens!!!” Die shouted, scowling. “What?” he demanded, seeing Toshiya who grinned amusedly. “Are you going to make fun of me, too?”

“No,” Toshiya replied, still grinning amusedly. “Coz I like your stupid grin…”


“Waii~~ Nice! Red suits you so well, you know?”

Die pushed Toshiya away. “Shut up and go away!” he growled.



At the next practice session of Dir en grey…


“Uwoo~~ Is that you, Die?” Toshiya got up from his seat to approach the guitarist who had just turned up.

Die stood in the doorway, wearing an extremely wide grin. His hand on his hair. “So, what d’u think of this? Cool, huh?”

His hair was still black, but now it had red streaks here and there which glinted under the room’s neon light.

Kaoru and Shinya both looked amazed. “Wow, you looked great!”

“I am, huh?” Die turned around to show his hair to all his bandmates, grinning widely.

“Yeah,” said Kyo, a bit of jealousy in his voice. “Where did you get the idea, Die?”

“Thank you, Kyo, but it’s my idea,” replied Die proudly. “I was thinking –”

“No way! You’re too stupid to think of such a good idea!” Kyo splurted out automatically.

(-_-) “I swear I’m gonna kill you someday, Kyo!”

Kyo smirked. “Someday maybe, Die. But not today…”

For a brief moment, Kyo and Die were staring at each other, exchanging killing stare, before Kaoru automatically clammed his hand on Kyo’s mouth, while Shinya strangled the vocalist’s both arms. “Ahaha… don’t mind him, Die. Just continue whatever you were doing…”

Die gave a gratitude look at Kaoru and Shinya. Then cleared his throat. “Well…*ahem*…everyone (including you and me, Toshiya) loves my red hair. But you also love black hair. So I thought, what if I own both of red and black. In that case, I can have double your love, right?” he said proudly, as if it was the best thing his mind could think of.

(-_-;;) “What a stupid…”

“Shut up!” Die threw a frown look at his bandmates.

But Toshiya performed a bright smile. His eyes widened in excitement. “That’s brilliant!!” he exclaimed childishly happy.


“Hey, Kaoru, is Toshiya okay?”

“Dunno. Maybe he’s just crazy…”

“Tell me,” Kyo started up innocently. “Which is more stupid: a stupid person, or a person who likes that stupid person?”

Kaoru and Shinya cracked up in an instant.




[1] ohayo: good morning
[2] Toshiya was going to say “kawaii” which means “cute”. But one thing that Kyo hates much is being called “cute”.

[3] bishounen: handsome/beautiful guy

[4] Die’s full name is Daisuke

[5] chotto: wait a moment

[6] hountou?: really? is it true?

[7] doki doki: the sound of heart throbbing

[8] ano baka: that stupid

[9] hai, wakarimashita: yes, understood


Kei’s note:
  • Die is my favorite Dir en grey member. He got me at his red hair. When he dyed it black, I was like, “Huh, Die, why the black hair?”.
  • This fanfic is shounen-ai, means boy x boy. Nothing indecent, though. It’s not yaoi 😀
  • I wrote it in 2006, when I was still young, stupid, and innocent (^^;). It’s far from perfect, but I like the spirit 😀
  • The picture is taken from http://chinchikurin.deviantart.com. Left to right: Shinya (d), Kaoru (g), Kyo (v), Die (g), Toshiya (b).


Malem ini terakhir kita bareng ya, Peanut. Thank you for the last 9 weeks. Mama loves you.

The Great Dane

The day was Saturday. The date was March 30, 2013. The highlight was Peter Schmeichel. Yes, that Great Dane. My favorite goalkeeper ever.

He came to Jakarta to attend the nobar Sunderland vs Manchester Utd. Not a member of any community or fans club, I was lucky to get the invitation to the event. So there I was, wearing the MU t-shirt I just bought the day after, with the MU scarf and the MU slingbag my sister bought me years earlier.

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No, I couldn’t get any closer than 2m to the 1,93m tall guy. But seeing he was standing in front of me like that, I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. Pretty much I was just gapping in awe, hahaha. He couldn’t stay long that night. Had promised his wife that he’d be home for Easter with the family. Aww…

He was Peter Schmeichel that I remember. Huge, tall, pale blonde, and big nose that got red easily in the cold.

Since I couldn’t take a photograph with him, so I satisfied myself with his poster and cardboard instead :p

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Tentang Mesin Waktu

*postingan ini bukan iklan & tidak berbayar*

I found a time machine in a place called Shisha Kafe in Kemang.

Baru duduk, minum, dan cemal-cemil dikit, pas liat jam, tau-tau udah sejam berlalu aja. Trus nge-shisha sambil ngobrol, lewat sejam-dua jam lagi. Ga ada tuh yang namanya sebentar aja di situ. Minimal dua jam, itu pun berasanya kayak baru sejam.

Cahayanya temaram, tempatnya nyaman, soundproof pula. Jadi mo di luar macet plus berisik ama suara klakson atau pun ujan deres, di dalem mah leyeh-leyeh aja. Walopun smoking area, tapi tempat itu ga pernah terasa sesak ama asap rokok. Kalo asap shisha kan ga bikin sesak dan ngilang gitu aja setelah dihembuskan.

Saya percaya, mesin waktu lainnya banyak tersebar di mana-mana. Kebetulan aja yang saya temuin ya di sini. This is my time machine, so where’s yours?

Tugas Luar Kota

Saya bukan tipe orang yang sering bepergian. Selain karena saya tipe juragan, yang biasa disetirin ke mana-mana (alias ga bisa nyetir kendaraan slaen sepeda), saya juga ga bisa ngerencanain perjalanan sendiri. Kadang bingung mo ngapain di tempat tujuan ntar. Jadi biasanya kalo bepergian pun, saya ngikut itenerary orang aja. Saya juga bukan anak rantau. Orang tua saya ada di Jakarta, adek-adek di Jakarta, keluarga juga banyak yang di Jakarta. Paling jauh juga di Bandung. Sejak nikah, barulah saya punya kampung dan punya ritual mudik.

Nah kebetulan, kantor saya suka bikin workshop atau sosialisasi ke banyak kota. Gantian ama yang lain, saya ditugasin ke beberapa kota yang disinggahi. Emang ga terlalu spesial, apalagi kalo dibandingin ama perjalanan dinas beberapa kenalan saya. Tapi bagi saya, yang jarang-jarang bepergian, smua perjalanan ini cukup asik lah 😀


Ini kota tugas pertama saya. Untuk meliput sebuah kegiatan sharing di mana kantor saya sebagai salah satu media partner. Kegiatan itu sendiri keliling ke 40 kota. Waktu itu saya modal nekat. Cuma berbekal tiket pesawat PP dan sejumlah uang. Belum tau mo nginep di mana, belum tau persis lokasi acaranya. Sampe Ngurah Rai pun ga ada yang jemput.

Bawa-bawa x-banner yang nyaris mo ketinggalan di bandara gara-gara pindah gate, akhirnya saya ketemu juga ama rombongan di sana. Keluar-masuk penginapan murah di Poppies Lane, dapet juga yang rada mayan. Ada kolam renangnya segala. Ga tau knapa saya selalu excited liat kolam renang, padahal saya ga bisa berenang :p

Saya dapet kamar yang twin bed, padahal cuma sendirian. Ga tau kenapa, remote tv yang pas sebelum tidur saya taro di ranjang saya, eh pas saya bangun pagi-paginya kok ada di ranjang sebelah? :-/

Tapi saya ketemu komunitas seniman yang asik di Denpasar. Namanya Lingkara. Dianterin jalan-jalan keliling dan ngopi di seputaran Kuta.


Masih dalam rangkaian kegiatan sharing yang sama seperti di Denpasar. Kali ini saya naek kereta. Dan karena ada family friend di sana, jadi ada yang jemput dan nyariin oleh-oleh. Berhubung itu pas Euro, jadi begadang abis acara buat nonton bola. Cuma sempet tidur satu-dua jam, trus harus bangun lagi buat naek kereta. Jadilah tidur mulu di kereta.

Di Semarang, ketemu ama @nagacentil yang ternyata ikut hadir di acara sharing tersebut. Trus sempet sarapan bareng ama @idawatizhang dan si kecil Matt.

Di sana, saya nginep di Eben Ezer Guest House. Bersih, rapi, dan nyaman. Semarang itu kota yang bersih. Trus taksinya cepet banget kalo dipesen. Baru ngomong ke front desk, trus duduk sebentar, eh taksinya udah nongol aja. Jadi berasa car call dan bukan pesen taksi 😀


Ini dalam rangka Kompetisi Komik Indonesia. Saya excited sangat pun, secara belum pernah ke Sumatera. Medan ini pengalaman yang paling menyenangkan di antara kota-kota yang pernah saya kunjungi sampe saat ini. Bareng ama anak-anak Akademi Samali, kita keliling-keliling Medan dan nyicipin segala macem kulinernya. Duren, mie aceh, martabak kubang, seafood, pancake  duren, bika ambon, kopi, manisan jambu madu. Malah pas lagi beli oleh-oleh, dengan cueknya kita ngemilin tester bika ambon yang disediain. Kita nemu coffee house di sana yang ternyata baru buka seminggu. Namanya Otten Coffee di Jalan Kruing. Mereka sedia bubuk kopi dan biji kopi yang belum digiling. Kita juga dapet free espresso. Sempet difoto-foto segala ama owner-nya.

Di Medan, saya nginep di Santika Dyandra Premiere. Sarapannya beragam dan enak-enak. Oiya, kadar norak pun bertambah pas saya liat mobil apa yang dipake dari hotel untuk jemput di bandara: Alphard. Bhahaha, akhirnyaaa nyicipin juga naek Alphard.

Tapi abis dari situ, gegara kecapean dan smua dimakan, suara saya abis pun. Ga bisa ngomong sama sekali. Disuruh voice rest ama dokter. Seminggu lah saya ga ngantor 😀


Ini untuk supervise workshop menulis. Karena sifatnya cuma supervise, saya ga terlalu repot. Ga bawa x-banner, backdrop, poster, atau flyer seperti di kota-kota sebelumnya. Saya emang cari penginepan sendiri, tapi itu udah beres dari Jakarta. Di sana, saya sibuk keliling-keliling kota, liat pantai dan cari oleh-oleh di Pasar Kebun Sayur.

Puas makan seafood di sana. Tapi ga sempet nyicipin kepiting saos di Resto Kenari yang dipesenin ama setiap orang begitu tau saya mo ke Balikpapan. Ikan bakar di Pasar Kebun Sayur itu sumpah enak banget. Empat porsi ikan bakar ga sampe 150 ribu.

Saya nginep di City Hotel di Jalan Sudirman. Hotelnya cukup bagus, tapi nuansa kamarnya agak gloomy. Lagi-lagi saya dapet twin bed, padahal cuma sendiri. Sempet ngeri juga kejadian di Denpasar keulang lagi. Untunglah engga 😀

Tapi saya kena delay pesawat, pas berangkat dan pas pulangnya. Satu-dua jam gitu. Dan cuma dapet roti kecil dan kering sebagai kompensasi.


Coto Makassar-nya enaaaak. Saya makan yang di Jalan Gagak. Buka 24 jam, jadi kapan pun laper, bisa makan di sana. Tapi seperti yang dibilang banyak orang, makanan di sana cukup mahal. Seporsi coto dengan mangkuk kecil kayak soto kudus gitu dihargain 14 ribu.

Sebelum pulang, saya makan siang di warung tenda pinggir jalan yang jual ikan bakar di Jalan Daeng Tompo. Walopun pinggiran gitu, tapi pelanggannya cukup rame. Sambelnya mantap. Apalagi sambel rica-ricanya. Empat porsi ikan bakar itu abis 130 ribuan.

Di toko oleh-oleh Sulawesi Art, saya beli sambel cabe botolan yang merknya Mr. Cabee. Sebotol kecil harganya 5 ribu. Pedesnya mantep. Panas bener. Dipake makan indomie cocok deh.

Saya nginep di Aswin Hotel di Jalan Gunung Latimojong. Hotelnya baru. Kecil tapi bagus dan pelayanannya oke. Wifi-nya juga sampe tiap kamar dan sinyalnya kenceng.

Sampe saat ini sih, saya baru tugas ke lima kota itu. Belum tau juga ntar-ntarnya gimana. Walopun ga bisa dibilang jalan-jalan, karena saya di sana harus ngeliput dan ikut repot ngurusin acaranya, but I have quite much fun and experience.

No Rain

Beberapa waktu lalu, sempat sedikit krisis identitas. U know lah, kadang ada masa-masanya gitu kan? Eh iya kan? Bukan saya doang yang gini kan? Di tengah-tengah kegalauan itu, kok ya pas banget mengalun lagu No Rain-nya Blind Melon. Iya, lagu jadul yang masih oke aja didenger sekarang itu. Meresapi kata demi katanya. Then i feel this song is pretty much represented what i feel. So here’s the lyric and get to know me better (eh apa gunanya ya?)

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin’ the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it’s not sane, It’s not sane

I just want some one to say to me
I’ll always be there when you wake
Ya know I’d like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I’ll have it made

And I don’t understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there’s no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it’s a great escape
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don’t like my point of view
ya think I’m insane
Its not sane…it’s not sane.


Rumah itu hanya berdiri saja di sana. Reyot, nyaris roboh, tak lagi utuh, dan terlupakan. Sebentuk kesuraman di antara deretan hijau pepohonan. Kelabu, seakan semua warna tertarik keluar oleh sekitarnya tanpa menyisakan apapun.

Jeremy berdiri terpukau di depannya. Bagai terhipnotis, remaja itu bahkan tak peduli saat angin menyeruak kencang mengacak rambut coklatnya.

Bagaimana mungkin tempat seperti ini ada? Begitu sepi, kusam, dan sendiri?

Jendelanya yang tak berdaun menatap kosong. Angin menyelip melalui rongga dinding kayu menciptakan alunan aneh, terdengar seperti tangisan sedih di telinga Jeremy. Merasuk ke dalam tubuh, dan bergema di antara tulang-tulangnya.

Ssh, tenanglah, jangan menangis, jangan bersedih, bisik Jeremy. Perlahan ia melangkah, membawanya kian mendekat ke rumah itu.

Tangisan itu kian kencang, seakan menyemangati Jeremy untuk kian mendekat.

Jeremy mengulurkan tangan kirinya, menyentuh lembut pintu yang telah miring.

Ada aku di sini, sekarang kamu tak sendiri lagi, bisik Jeremy sambil tersenyum, sebelum melangkah dan menghilang ke dalam kegelapan rumah itu.

Di luar, angin masih mendesah kencang…

The Avengers for the Third Time

And i watched The Avengers for the third time in cinema.

Haha, i just can’t get enough of them. Especially the one with the bow and arrows 😀

The cast of The Avengers, minus Loki (pic source: popwatch.ew.com)

So there we were, i drooled rainbow over Renner while Vanny squeaked everytime Hemsworth showed. Just like teenage all over again 😀

After the good times we spent drooling over those earth’s mightiest heroes, Vanny asked me to watch Snow White and The Huntsman eventhough she knew i’m a Twilight-phobia. Luckily i managed to dodge it, just like Captain America said to Loki when they were fighting: “Not this time!”.

Sorry, darl, there’s no way i want to erase the warm & fuzzy feeling of Jeremy Renner fangirling with that brick-faced b*tch (forgive my language, 9gag is my everyday meal, and it’s not exactly english literature there).

Looking good there, y’all! (pic source: celebitchy.com)

But since she promised to accompany me watching upcoming Renner’s movie, i think i might as well accompany her watching Snow White and The Huntsman.

Brave yourself, me *take a long deep breath*

Oh, and i’d like a shawarma with that, too, okay Van?