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Kuis Liburan



Selama satu bulan puasa ini, teman-teman saya di twitter setiap hari mengadakan kuis kecil-kecilan. Kalau biasanya saya yang ikut kuis, sekarang saya mau bikin kuis. Meski cuma iseng, supaya menarik, kuis ini ada hadiahnya. Gratis. Tidak pakai uang pendaftaran, tidak pakai tetek bengek. Cukup jawab 10 pertanyaan ini saja. :)

Untuk menjaga kerahasiaan jawaban, jawabannya dikirim saja ke e-mail saya di candrakirana@windowslive.com. Yang paling cepat menjawab dan tentu saja benar jawabannya akan dipilih sebagai pemenang. Tapi rasanya tidak adil kalau waktunya tidak terbatas karena tidak bisa membedakan antara orang yang tahu dengan orang yang baru googling. Maka ada batas waktunya, yaitu 2 jam dari sekarang (pk. 20.30 WIB). E-mail yang masuk lewat dari pk 20.30, dianggap tidak sah.

Pertanyaan:

1. Pada tahun berapakah Balai Pustaka pertama kali menerbitkan kumpulan sajak Perahu Kertas?

- 1983



2. (lihat pertanyaan di atas) Siapa penulis kumpulan sajak tersebut?

- Sapardi Djoko Damono



3. Apa judul lagu lansiran The Beatles yang di-ban oleh BBC karena dianggap mempromosikan dan bahkan 'mengkodekan' obat terlarang LSD?

- Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds dari album Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Band. John Lennon menyangkal tuduhan LSD itu dan menyatakan bahwa lagu itu terinspirasi dari gambar anaknya (Julian Lennon)



4. Dalam kisah Mahabharata, apa nama samaran yang digunakan oleh istri-bersama Pandawa ketika sedang menjalani masa pengasingan?

- Sairandri, nama aslinya Drupadi. Drupadi disunting oleh Arjuna setelah memenangkan sebuah kontes memanah di Kerajaan Panchala. Namun karena Pandawa telah bersumpah untuk membagi segala sesuatu yang mereka miliki, mereka berlima menikahi Drupadi. Namun dalam versi Jawa yang mendapat pengaruh Islam, seorang istri memiliki 5 suami dianggap 'menyalahi moral'. Oleh karena itu dalam versi wayang Jawa, diceritakan bahwa Drupadi adalah istri dari Yudhistira saja (bukan kelima Pandawa).



5. Di manakah lokasi masjid yang pada masa Perang Dunia II dijadikan gudang obat(ralat: gudang obat, bukan gudang senjata, thanks mbah ngasmuni), namun dibuka lagi atas permintaan Presiden Soekarno pada tahun 1956?

- St. Petersburg di Rusia, sering juga disebut Masjid Biru (Blue Mosque). Masjid itu dijadikan warehouse oleh rezim komunis. Presiden Soekarno melihat masjid yang ditutup itu saat sedang berkunjung ke Rusia dan meminta Rusia untuk membukanya kembali. 10 hari setelah kunjungan Presiden Soekarno, masjid itu dibuka lagi.



6. Di manakah seorang demonstran, yang terkenal dengan ucapannya "berbahagialah yang mati muda, menghembuskan nafas terakhir?

- Puncak Gunung Semeru (Mahameru), ia meninggal karena gas beracun di gunung tersebut. Soe Hok Gie adalah seorang pecinta alam, dia ikut mendirikan Mapala UI.



7. Dalam perang Bharatayudha, siapakah saudara (satu ibu) Pandawa yang berdiri di pihak Kurawa dan bersumpah untuk membunuh Arjuna?

- Karna (anak dari Batara Surya). Resi Durwasa menghadiahkan mantra pada Dewi Kunti. Mantra suci ini akan membantu apabila Dewi Kunti ingin memanggil Dewa dan punya anak yang keagungannya sama dengan dewa itu. Dewi Kunti ingin tahu dan ia 'iseng' mencoba kekuatan mantra itu sambil memanggil Batara Surya dan Dewi Kunti mengandung anak Batara Surya. Karena kesaktian Batara Surya, Dewi Kunti langsung melahirkan anak itu. Anak itu dinamakan 'Karna' oleh Surya karena dilahirkan melalui telinga. Walau punya anak dari Dewa, Dewi Kunti malu karena belum menikah. Oleh karena itu, Dewi Kunti menaruh anak itu di kotak tertutup dan dihanyutkannyalah di sungai dan akhirnya Karna dipungut oleh seorang sais kereta kuda. Dalam perjalanan hidupnya, ia dibantu dan dinaungi oleh Kurawa maka ketika berlangsung perang Bharatayudha, Karna memilih untuk berdiri di pihak Kurawa.



8. Siapakah nama utusan Mongol yang telinganya dipotong atas perintah Raja Kertanegara?

- Meng Khi. Utusan itu dipotong telinganya sebagai tanda penolakan Kertanegara untuk tunduk di bawah kekuasaan Mongol.



9. Pada tahun 2004, Celine Dion pernah menyanyikan ulang lagu milik salah seorang anggota The Beatles sebagai salah satu single-nya. Apakah judul lagu tersebut?

- Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy), ditulis oleh John Lennon untuk anaknya Sean Lennon.



10. The Pulp, salah satu band alternative rock dari Inggris pernah menulis lagu yang mengisahkan impian "persahabatan" dengan seorang gadis bernama Deborah dan harapan untuk saling bertemu di tahun 2000. Apa judul lagu itu dan dari album manakah?

Disco 2000, dari album Different Class.



PEMENANGNYA:

Mbah Ngasmuni!



Congratulation! Akan kuhubungi segera lewat e-mail untuk mendiskusikan hadiahnya. :)

Terima kasih atas partisipasinya.

WHAM! BAM! POETRY SLAM!



Starting this coming October, your Tuesday nights will never be the same. In an attempt to restart the combustible cultural machine left idle to rust in the garage for so long Anomali Coffee and MC Drew W want to welcome you to a night of poetic performances – a night of spoken word poetry. With the unleashing of the first ever Wham! Bam! Poetry Slam! on an unsuspecting city, some of the finest poetic talents will creep out from the darkest nooks of the creative corners of Jakarta, to enter a competition in which only one will emerge as champion.

If you are unfamiliar with the Poetry Slam! format – here is the skinny on the fat:

1. It’s open to the public so everyone has the chance to read a least one poem – this includes you!
2. Poems may not be longer than 3 minutes – anything over will be deducted points
3. No props or musical instruments are allowed
4. Your poem must be an original, written by you the poet within the last 12 months
5. 5 judges, chosen from the audience, will give scores from 1-10 after each poem
6. Judges will base their scores on both the poem and performance of the poet
7. Audience members are allowed to try and influence the judges’ scores
8. Judges should try not to be influenced by audience members
9. There will be 3 elimination rounds – so every poet should bring 3 poems in the case that they reach the championship round
10. Poets are encouraged to memorize their poems rather than read them


If you are still unclear on what a Poetry Slam! is and how poems are delivered, follow these YouTube links for some boggle-eyed merriment:



Check out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFaY8zpwrEE&feature=related to find more about what exactly a poetry slam is.



Check out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uAwh5ZAgVY&feature=related to see a woman wax lyrical.



Check out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpog1_NFd2Q to see a guy who’s got a message.



Check out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHZ6zVG6-6E to see a woman who holds nothing back (adult content advisory).



Now, put your pen to the paper and kick off your caper of poetic persuasion for this fine occasion or if poet you’re not, yet you like it a lot, you are welcome to come and just have some fun.



Where: Anomali Coffee, Jl. Senopati #35 Kebayoran Baru

When: October 28th from 8-11 p.m.

Who: Open to the public who may perform or just watch


For more information, click here

misaligned

"The story didn't match the line," she said to herself. "Something must have been wrong in the way," she struggled to explain to herself. She always sits in front of her computer the whole day, watching news online. She compiles all the news and she loves analyzing the pattern. She has noted 5 patterns in her archive: death, slaughter, rape, poverty, and injustice. These are normal stuffs happening in the world, according to her. For her, these are the only solely truth. "This can't be right," she glared at her screen.

She was restless and frustrated. For the first time, she couldn't explain what happened. She felt like her wrists were cut slowly to cease the pain. She felt that she was disconnected. She couldn't bear the fact that she might be wrong all this time. "This world has to be garbage bin and nothing else."

Obsessed, she dressed up and combed her hair. She noticed her reddish eyes and skin. She stared at herself in the mirror. "Who am I?", she touched her face. She saw her mother there, unsatisfaction. She traveled back to her childhood, when she was barely 8. Her mother asked to her father, "am I still beautiful?" Her father just sat silently in his favorite couch, kept staring at the wall, humming "silent night". Her mother asked again, "am I still beautiful?" Still, no answer. Silence in the room, she bore it all quietly. "Am I still beautiful?", she said to the other her. Silence was the answer, she thought.

"I tried to do handstands for you
But everytime I fell for you
I'm permanently black and blue, permanently blue for you"
(Bruises by Chairlift)


Feeling sick of herself, she walked again to her computer. She sat there again, tears in her eyes was forever gone. She couldn't cry, she remained in silence, no burst of emotion. Flatliner.

"Today, all people say thank you and forgive each other. God's kingdom is already here."

May 28, 2009

Change

Seasons go by, anomaly jamming in the way. Dry season is wet and wet season is dry. Change is very natural and now I apply 'change' and trim my oldschool blog. This design, more or less, represents my direction in my soul-digging project. Green and green, color of endless growing, fertility, healing, tranquility, and balance. Then brown, color that evokes sense of strength and warmth.

So what do you think?

Miraculous Dream: Expecto Patronum!


image, taken from here

It was dark and cold. I couldn't see anything clearly and neither any sound was heard. I just walked and walked never knowing where I was exactly. A lost child, I followed my instinct. I am always afraid of darkness because when it is dark, you're not aware of what waiting ahead of you or who going to take advantage of this situation. I like being in control, knowing what I do, assessing my surrounding. Darkness is certainly not my natural environment given what horror movies frequently demonstrated that any danger can happen anytime. At this point, I had no choice but to fight it. Tip toe, tip toe. Although horror whispered in my ear, there's something magical about not knowing what to do but actually knowing what to do. The voice in my heart told me where to step and to stay calm as it prepared me to face anything that might happen.

There was no candle in my hand but I still had candle in my heart. I hoped that I was strong enough not to let my fear blow the fire, but the darkness started to touch the tip of my heart, as if evil waiting for me, giggling on me. I held my breath. The air was so thick and humid that grasping a breath was not an easy task. Suddenly I smelled stench of blood. Oh good, was this shocking therapy for my phobias? Did my fear alter my senses? I began to doubt myself but I kept walking. Then I sensed my feet was stepping on a wet floor and the smell was getting stronger. My fear urged me to go away but my curiosity told me to go on. I kept telling myself, this was a one time experience, I should find out or else spent my lifetime wondering about this, so I walked and let the horrid smell be my guide.

As dark caressed me, a voice in my head was telling run away but I ignored it. I had given up to it for many times and this time I wouldn't though I still had doubt. What if it was not my fear per se but it was my instinct? I needed to know and it asserted me to find evidence to verify my hypothesis. "I'm walking dear, don't interrupt me," I said to myself. Even so, the fear and the curiosity pulled me from opposite directions no matter how I told them not to. "Opposite attraction", huh. The two must co-exist as a signal of my sanity.

I walked cautiously, not to miss any sign sent by my nerves from my body. My feet told me that there's something in front of them. It was supple and moist, my skin said. Urging to find out, my nosy self took its turn. I bent over and placed my right hand to that unidentified object. Right after that, my head traveled to various scenes in thriller movies, blood and cut-open throat. My heart pumped harder, blood rushed to my head, sweaty palms, and the hair of my flesh all stood up. My intuition told me that someone approaching me and he/she was getting closer to me. I couldn't move, frozen like a statue. My body won't do what my head ordered to do. I imagined this must be what we felt when we were faced with bomb that was still ticking, seconds to explode. Despite of what danger awaited me, I managed to ponder if "we are not afraid" was humanely enough to be a slogan. Were we all supermen? Nope. How about, "we fight terrorism"? Human could be afraid or terrified but when there's strong will, human would fight to the end.

Succumbed to my fear, I knew that he/she was already behind my back, staring at me. I was in horror. I could see a speck of light in front of me. It was not from a lamp or flashlight, it was more like reflection. I chose not to take a guess. Wait a minute, was the person behind me Freddie Krueger? Oh I wished I was in Howie Do It show. Prankster wouldn't kill me but if it was for real, no doubt that I would end up as victim no. 2 (at least) and in the morning, investigators from CSI might come and read my "victim resume", "Twenty two year old girl found in her bedroom, slashed in her wrist, neck cut open, blablabla".

Oh yeah, thinking about this wouldn't save me, I should focus on happy thoughts so I could spell "Expecto Patronum."* Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. Me, my brother, and parents gathered and we were laughing on Zoolander, my first kiss in front of my house, my best friend's graduation, my first internship job. Filled with joy, hope, gratefulness, and peace. My heart sang, "Peace is not what we find in a place that is free of noise, problems and hard work; peace is what allows us to preserve the calm in our hearts,even in the most adverse situations. That is its true and only meaning."** Boom, right after that, My Protector saved me. I was wide awake in my room. Light and no fear.

Grand conclusion: I watched too much movies.


*one of charms in Harry Potter, classical Latin for "I await a protector".
** quoted from Stories for Parents, Children and Grandchildren vol. 2, Paulo Coelho

The World of Stainboy

The World of Stainboy (2000)

Director: Tim Burton
Genre: black comedy