Idola Cilik, menyanyikan lagu dewasa?

Beberapa hari kemarin saya dan Riko sedang makan di entahlah-dimana-saya-lupa. Pokoknya di tempat itu ada TV. Waktu itu ada iklan Idola Cilik 2. Anda tahu Idola Cilik 2?
Idola cilik 2 itu semacam Indonesian Idol tapi untuk anak-anak usia 7 - 12 tahun. Saya pernah sih (kayaknya) nonton 1 atau 2 kali. Dari iklannya juga, suara anak-anak ini bagus juga.

Namun saya baru sadar ada yang aneh waktu Riko komentar soal lagu-lagunya. Saya tidak tahu sih ya, secara keseluruhan gimana. Tapi di iklan itu, semua anak-anak usia 7 - 12 tahun ini menyanyikan lagu-lagu orang dewasa. Entah Ungu, atau Seventeen, atau Wonder Women-nya Mulan Jameela, seperti ini:



Back then when I was still a child, there were many kids songs. I remember Enno Lerian, Melissa, Trio Kwek-Kwek, and so on. They were singing about wicked mosquitos, or a komodo walking down the street, or dolphins, or balloons, or tukang baso.
Memang sih lagu-lagu jaman dulu kadang imajinatif dan tidak masuk akal. Tapi kapan lagi berimajinasi dan bertidak masuk akal kalau bukan waktu kecil?

Sekarang ini anak-anak menyanyikan lagu jatuh cinta atau patah hati. Well, I did have my heart broken when I was a child. But that was because I missed Sailormoon final episode or when I lost my fancy sticker.

Saya jadi agak bingung sama pikirannya produser Idola Cilik ini gimana ya?
Kenapa lagu orang dewasa yang dinyanyiin? Betul, sekarang memang tidak ada lagi lagu anak-anak yang muncul. Tapi kan bukan berarti tidak bisa menyanyikan yang lama? Rearrange kek, atau apa. Ga usah di rearrange juga gapapa kok.
Kalau niatnya mencari lagu yang lumayan sulit untuk dinyanyikan, masih ada lagu-lagunya Sherina bukan? She got two great albums back then.

Apa karena lagu-lagu seperti itu yang laku dijual di pasar?
Bagaimana soal pertimbangan psikologisnya? Saya tidak tahu sih, tapi apa tidak ada dampaknya? Bukannya seperti memaksa anak-anak ini mengerti lebih cepat hal-hal yang sebenarnya bukan porsi mereka?

It is really a pity because we only become a child once.
Menurut saya sih, belum saatnya anak berumur 7 - 12 tahun bicara soal patah hati, atau selingkuh, atau hati yang remuk karena bukan terbuat dari baja.

Menurut Anda bagaimana?
Karena rasanya, sekarang ini jaman memang makin bergeser ya.
Saya harapkan komentar dan vote Anda. Sekedar ingin tahu seberapa jauh jaman telah bergeser.


PS: Geez, I am officially have 4 post in 2 days. I must be really have nothing to do.

My Hero

One day, my mom and my sister came to visit me in Bandung. Lets skip the day activities.
Then, here came the night and we all went to PVJ. We were just thinking where we should have dinner when suddenly we saw these two men yelled to each other in front of Sushi Groove. It was weekend or holiday, I don't really remember, so it was pretty crowded there. Everyone definitely put their attention to them. I did.

And then suddenly, a woman stepped between these men, straightened her both arms, and yelled back to them, "STOP!". Wow, what a woman!
But wait! Oh my God!!
I looked at my sister, and she looked back at me, and we both looked at the yelling-woman there. That was OUR mom.

After my mom yelled several more, finally those two men decided to end their lousy fight and went away. My sister and I immediately reached mom and asked her, "what were you doing???", like twenty times.
I was shock, really. But I was also amaze and proud of her too.
I mean, for my entire life, I never do what my mom did that night. It was risky! What if those people were mad or brought gun? (well, I am exaggerating).
But that's what made mommy really looked like a hero there. Hehe.

It was not the first time she acted so heroic. But it was the first time I saw my mom "in action" by myself. I was told this kind of story before.

It happened before my mom wears veil. Back then, my mom was very concern about her hair. Everytime she would go to the hospital (she is a pediatrician), she would rolled her hair with.. hmm.. hair roll? (I don't know what it's name in English.)
One day she was on the way to the hospital. Her driver drove her. She was on the back seat, maybe read newspaper, and as usual, with her hair rolled up.
When the car was stop because of traffic light, right next to my mom's car, a taxi bumped a motorcycle or a car, I don't know for sure. The owner got verrryy mad to the taxi driver. The man was going to punch him.

And then, out of the blue, my mom opened her window, and grabbed the man's arm, then she shouted, "Run, Sir! Run!" to the taxi driver, and he ran away.
My mom saved a taxi driver with her hair still rolled up.

I couldn't really believe the story until I saw my mom did what she did at PVJ by myself.
Geez, weren't you afraid mom? I asked her.
Nope, she said. She wasn't thinking very much, she just did it. It was automatic, she said.
She just couldn't see people hurt each other.
Even tough, when she thought about it afterwards, she was a bit afraid also. But, she said, no one would hurt me... I am 'ibu-ibu'. No one would punch 'ibu-ibu'.
Wow, what a confidence.
So I guess I will wait until I become 'ibu-ibu' before I do what my mom did.

Because 'ibu-ibu' is the new Al Capone, people! Untouchable!

Finding Happiness (2)

This post is the continuation of the previous post. You know, blogger is troubled when you write way too long. I did one, and it appeared too tight between the paragraphs. Well, that's the answer in case you are wondering why I divide my writing into 2 posts.

Back then, have you ever felt you were doing some things for other people happiness?
I have. You know, like when my mom asked me to come with her in some places I have no interest to, or when I let my little brother took my last (and the best one) bite of cake.
Guess what, I actually did those for my own happiness.

Normally, we have some people we do really care about so that their happiness affected our own happiness. If you don't have any, geez, you are lacked of love.
Well, these people are important for us but we don't always like them. Sometimes they forced us to do things that we don't like. And then, one day we had fight with them, then we said, "you know, i did blablabla for you". Well, I did that, maybe you didn't, I don't know.

In my opinion that was not right and it was not wrong neither.
I mean, it was true that these people I really care about asked me to do something, and it was true that I finally did it. But I did it because I knew that it would make me happy because it would make them happy. See, I got the advantages too! I was happy, but I might did not realize it.
The point is I did it for me. For my own happiness. Or at least to avoided my unhappiness.

You know the times when we gave the poor donation, or foods, or anything we think will be useful for them? It felt like we have given them happiness. Well, we may have or we may have not. It depended on how the poor define their happiness.
But we were not only did that for them, were we? We did it for ourselves. Did you? Because I did, maybe you didn't, I don't know.
I mean, I did that because I wanted to feel good about myself, which I don't think is wrong. Giving to others can bring happiness to me. To the people I give? I don't know, I hope it also can.
This time, I also got the advantage.

What I am trying to say is, we, or I, some times think that I do something for other people happiness. In fact, I do that because it is also my happiness. Even if you were threatened by someone that you actually don't like to do something, and you finally did it. It was also for your happiness of not being hurt. Right? Or not right?

Angels are not selfish, but we are.
Everything we do, or I do, is for my own happiness even when I don't feel like that. Which means, everything I do is what I have chosen to do. And that makes all the consequences are my responsibility. And... that makes me, not anyone else, in charge for my own happiness and unhappiness. Because I can try to be happy but some times it didn't work and I became unhappy, which was still my responsibility.
But still, in any unhappy situation, we still can always try to do something to turn it out to be a happy one.


PS: Wow, I really write 2 long posts in a day. This is what happen when you really don't have anything to do. ckckck..

Finding Happiness (1)

A dear friend of mine once told me this story about her relatives. She told me that years ago, her relatives took a kid and his mother from the streets to be taken care at their home. Her relatives treated them nice. Gave them shelter, foods, love, and other things you can expect from your family. It was seem like a happy story, right? I thought so.

But that was not the end of the story. One day, the kid and his mom ran away, back to the streets.
So I was confused. I mean, WHAT WERE ON THEIR MIND?!?
They had everything in that house. The kid even had a good chance to have a proper education. I couldn't help but wonder, why would they ruined that?

Actually, that was not the first time I heard that kind of story, about people in the streets being taken care of some nice families, but then they ran away. People said, and my friend also said this, that it was because they were not used to have rules in their life. Those kind of family rules like do not come home late, etc.

Oh dear, what a pity.. I thought so. But then, I thought about it again. Well, maybe they had different perspective of happiness. In my perspective, I am happy because I have a very nice family, I live in prosperity, I go to college, I have good friends, etc. In their perspective, it might be freedom.

When I saw kids singing in the junctions, or old women carrying a basket of fruits to be sold, or everyone that in my opinion were not have as much prosperity or opportunity as I had, I often asked myself:
Are they happy?

I also often asked myself these random questions:
Do they envy me for what I have?
Do they envy me for not need to work as hard as they do?
Do they wish that they were someone else?
Do they think that God is unfair?
Do they wish for a better families?
...and the list will get longer and longer.

Then, I tried to think in reverse version. Lets say, hmm... Paris Hilton. What would she think about me? Maybe she would doubt my happiness to because:
I have (and actually I am not the real owner) Karimun instead of private jet..
I live in a developing country instead of USA..
I wear fifty thousands rupiahs clothes instead of Chanel..
I live in a 4x4 m room instead of penthouse(s)..
I have an ordinary family instead of the famous one..
etc..etc..
My life might be Paris Hilton's (or anyone like her) nightmare. But for me, it is not. It is (almost) perfect. In fact, I don't want hers.

The same thing maybe happened to those kids in the streets. While for me their lives are nightmare, for them, those are perfect. And they don't want mine.

Everyone has their own definition of happiness. Some definitions are shaped by what people told us. We heard, and still hear, those definitions.
Happiness is having a nice family. Happiness is having lots of money. Happiness is to find your soul mate. Happiness is to have people who love you. etc.. etc..
I am not saying that those are wrong. In fact, I take some of those definitions. I just can't always wish that other people will have the same definition as mine. I just have to accept that some things that for me are horrible, can be other people happiness.


PS: I know it's a long writing, but sorry, I have not finished yet. I still have some thoughts to be shared in the next post. It's my blog anyway, I can write whatever I like and you don't have to read. No offense. :)

mas kasir sabar ya..

Ceritanya, minggu kemarin saya pulang ke Jakarta. Melanggar omongan sendiri yang bertekad tidak akan pulang dulu sebelum TA beres. Tapi kemarin kan Idul Adha, jadi kayaknya tidak apa-apa. Haha.

H-1 saya diajak Mama ke Plaza Semanggi, lihat sana sini, lihat ini itu, sampai akhirnya sampai di toko terakhir, Giant Supermarket. Mari kita lewatkan bagian belanjanya.

Nah, akhirnya saya mengantri di kasir untuk membayar. Antrian cukup panjang walaupun kasir yang dibuka juga banyak. Mungkin karena menjelang Lebaran Haji.

5 menit. 10 menit. 15 menit. Waaa.. lama amat siiih.
Kayaknya orang-orang belanja partai besar nih. Saya gemas sekali dalam keadaan seperti ini. Ayo dong mas-mas kasir, hurry up!!

Akhirnya tibalah giliran saya. Eh tak dinyana ternyata waktu mau mengeluarkan struk belanja, mesinnya macet. Ohlala...
Jadilah si mas-mas kasir berlari dulu kesana kemari meminta bantuan. Aduuh..

Saya perhatikan lagi, kasihan juga mas-mas kasir ini. Dia pasti capek banget melakukan pekerjaan repetitif ini. Apalagi laki-laki kan biasanya tidak sabaran untuk melakukan hal-hal semacam ini. Tapi yang paling bikin saya kasihan, kasir-kasir ini harus melakukan pekerjaannya sambil berdiri. Ohlala (lagi)...

Berapa lama ya dia harus berdiri? 1 jam? 2 jam? Sepanjang shift kerjanya?
Ditambah kalau ada beberapa pengunjung yang protes atau marah atau rewel.

Saat itulah saya berpikir, ternyata my (ex-)job wasn't bad at all.

PS: Anw, memang berapa sih harga kursi kasir?

film and drama

Sebagai salah satu anggota unit kampus yang memiliki bidang videografi, kurang lebih saya mengerti bagaimana sulitnya membuat film yang bagus, meskipun saya sendiri tidak memiliki pengalaman dalam membuat film (kecuali ikut-ikutan membantu teman-teman saya membuat film OSKM). Dari hasil beberapa kali nonton sidang cakru videografi, saya menarik kesimpulan bahwa yang penting dari pembuatan film adalah persiapan pra serta pasca produksi, alur cerita, pemain, eksekusi dan tentu saja hindari bloopers (beginikah cara menuliskannya?).

Makanya, saya bersyukur hidup di zaman dimana banyak film bagus beredar (dan saya juga bersyukur tinggal di negara yang memperbolehkan warganya menonton film). Dari sekian banyak film yang sudah saya tonton, beberapa mempunyai kesan tersendiri.

Crash, misalnya, membuat saya menitikkan air mata di tengah cerita dan memberikan gejolak seperti putaran angin di dada saya setelah saya selesai menontonnya.
Batman: The Dark Knight, membuat saya terkagum-kagum hampir sepanjang hingga film selesai.
Lucky Number Slevin, membuat saya jungkir balik menyusun alur cerita.
Wanted, membuat saya... tidak percaya adegan terakhir si pelaku menembak sang penjahat adalah endingnya. OMG.
Transformer, membuat saya, sayangnya, sedikit kecewa.

Dan film terakhir yang saya tonton, Twilight, membuat saya tidak bisa menahan senyum setelah filmnya selesai. Entah mengapa. Tapi saya senang menonton film tersebut.
Biasanya saya tidak terlalu terpukau dengan drama, meskipun saya sering menontonnya. Well, kecuali mungkin If Only.

Menurut saya, membuat film drama itu sulit, sulit sekali. Karena tidak mengandalkan efek visual seperti layaknya film action. Drama yang terlalu cetek akan terlalu membosankan. Drama yang terlalu serius, akan membingungkan dan akhirnya tidak ditonton sampai selesai.
Saya pun setiap kali menonton film drama tidak berekspektasi tinggi.

Mungkin karena itulah mengapa saya justru senang sama Twilight ini. Soalnya saya belum pernah melihat trailer nya. Kemarin dulu saya lihat trailer nya 21 ternyata setelah nonton filmnya, eh below expectation.
Kecuali omongan adik saya yang bilang Twilight ini bagus, praktis saya tidak punya bahan pertimbangan lain. Untunglah, soalnya mungkin kalau saya keburu diracuni opini-opini orang lain yang membuat harapan saya melambung, bisa jadi saya tidak sesenang itu selesai menontonnya, seperti yang terjadi pada Nadya.

It's a good thing bahwa saya merasa senang sampai senyum-senyum sendiri setelah menonton film. Sudah lama saya tidak begitu.
:)

Thanks to Nadya and Aldud who let me joined them watched this movie.