Ketika PEMILU berakhir

Ketika PEMILU berakhir..

mungkin lu akan kembali dalam kehidupan lu sehari hari yang membosankan itu
kerja, kumpul sama teman teman dan keluarga

Supir angkot tetap bekerja pagi pagi dan pulang subuh tanpa bisa bermain bersama anaknya yang sudah terlelap tidur

tukang becak yang tertidur menunggu penumpang yang tidak kunjung datang

pengamen yang bernyanyi di bus namun dicuekin sama penumpangnya yang tertidur karena kecapean

commuters yang terpaksa terlambat kekantor karena menunggu kereta yang mogok

berita tentang korupsi dan kekerasan terus ada di tv serta anak anak SMP dan SMA yang berantem terus dijalan

atau mungkin pengendara motor yang mobil yang stress karena terjebak kemacetan

dan kehidupan elu tidak berubah sama sekali, bahkan tambah buruk

tapi…..

kita nggak akan pernah tahu dimasa depan, ketika pemilu berakhir

Pajak yang lu bayar akan dipakai untuk benerin jalan dan bangun sekolah

supir angkot yang pergi pagi dan pulang malam itu jadi wirausahawan karena ikut pelatihan ketenagakerjaan dan dia bisa meluangkan waktu bersama keluarganya

tukang becak yang tertidur dibecaknya itu memutuskan untuk kembali ke desa dan jadi petani sukses setelah dapat suntikan modal

pengamen itu memutuskan untuk ikut lomba Indonesia mencari talenta dan menang,

kereta ditambah dan commuters bisa pagi pagi masuk kerja dan naik gaji tentunya..

Televisi penuh dengan berita tentang pembangunan dan kebaikan
dan juga jalanan lancar karena ada regulasi yang mengatur pembatasan kendaraan atau regulasi lainnya..

yah kita gak akan pernah tahu, kalau yang kita pilih itu akan bisa mengatur negara kita dengan baik..

yang penting, jangan sampai elu sendiri kehilangan semangat dan harapan,. sebab kalau elu kehilangan itu, kita nggak akan pernah melihat perubahan didalam kehidupan kita sendiri dan negara kita..

pilihlah wakil rakyat yang punya visi dan misi serta bisa dipercaya..dan lu sendiri juga harus punya semangat dan harapan buat Indonesia yang lebih baik.. bisa dong

Sedikit pencerahan dari neraka..
Chimera
menjelang PEMILU Legislatif
08/04/14

Sang tomat telah mati

 

Di negeri tomato yang amat makmur dan berpendapatan per kapita 5000 daun tomat.. hiduplah sang idola, yang bernama sang tomat, sang tomat bisa apa saja, akting, bernyanyi, kaya punya cewe banyak, dll

Suatu hari, sang tomat sedang jalan2 mengendarai mobil merk Toyomat keluaran terbaru, sang tomat melihat seorang yang mati karena kecelakaan di pinggir jalan. Badannya hancur. Seluruh isi tubuhnya keluar semua.

Pulangnya, ia berpikir..apa sih aku ini? Seperti apa sih badanku ini? Lalu bagaimana rasanya mati? Aku sudah merasakan semua yang indah didunia ini, tapi kenapa aku merasa kosong? Kok semua yang aku punyai tidak bisa aku miliki selamanya?

Semalaman ia berpikir sambil tiduran di ranjangnya yang berwarna merah tomat.

Lalu ia melihat foto foto keluarganya, mereka meninggal semua karena kebakaran yang terjadi di rumahnya.. dan meninggalkan ia sendirian, walaupun ia sudah berhasil dalam kehidupannya, ia tetap merasa tidak puas

Hari demi hari ia jalani dengan penuh kesepian, walau ia ditemani oleh pacarnya yang cantik juga mantan miss tomato world pun ia merasa tidak tenang. Obat obatan terlarang mulai ia konsumsi. Membuat ia semakin tidak sadar dan ingin merasakan kematian..

Ah, mungkin jalan satu2nya aku harus mati lalu ia melihat teras apartemennya

Dengan menghela nafas panjang, sang tomat menutup matanya dan pelan pelan kakinya menapak menuj ke teras di apartemennya, lalu pelan pelan. Badannya melayang jatuh dan..BUKK.. isi tubuhnya berserakan dijalan, kepalanya pecah.. giginya rusak lalu pelan2 kesadarannya memudar bersamaan dengan rusaknya badan sang tomat.

Lalu tiba2 terdengar suara. “pak, ini tomatnya kok udah rusak ya?” kata iyem sambil mengambil sang tomat dari lantai, ya udah, buang aja mbak,

ya udah, tomat yang kemarin dimasak saja tidak seperti ini.¨
lalu badan hancurnya sang tomat di buang ke tong sampah dan suasana di pasar berlangsung seperti biasa.

 

moral of the story ?? there is no moral of the story!!!just tomato’s life!!

 

 

Cinta Dalam Sepotong Lumpia

berikut cerita yang menarik mengenai lumpia yang sudah saya posting di Twitter dengan hashtag #cintadalamsepotonglumpia

silahkan menikmati 🙂

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Sedikit kisah cinta yang unik dan didasarkan oleh kisah nyata pembuat dan penemu lumpia semarang

Pada abad ke 19 – seorang pendatang dari Fukien, Tjoa Thay Joe mulai berjualan Lumpia di Semarang, Dengan keahliannya ia meracik dadar gulung dengan isi daging babi dan rebung yang disebut dengan lumpia sekarang

Tjoa Thay Joe rajin berdagang, setiap ada pasar malam di Olimpia park, Semarang yang diadakan oleh Pemerintah Hindia Belanda di tahun 1917.

ternyata ia tak sendiri, saat ia berdagang, ternyata ada seorang gadis yang bernama Mbok Wasi yang menjadi saingannya
Mbok Wasi, seorang wanita Semarang asli, yang berjualan lumpia dengan cita rasa Jawa yang manis, dengan isi telur, udang, rebung, wortel, dan sayuran lain.

Persaingan ini sangat keras, sehingga mereka saling meningkatkan mutu menu dagangan mereka

Pokoknya kalau Engkoh Tjoa jual 10 Lumpia , Mbok Wasi mesti jual 20 Lumpia setiap malam
Lantaran sering bersaing, mulai timbul cinta di hati Engkoh Tjoa, karena setiap hari pikirannya hanya ada pada mbok Wasi

Tidak disangka, pada suatu ketika Engkoh Tjoa datang ke tempat Mbok Wasi, dan kemudian melamarnya
Bermula dari saling bersaing, kedua orang itu malah akhirnya menikah (inilah “cinta lantaran bersaing”)

Mereka menikah dan membuat resep baru lunpia perpaduan dua resep asli Hokkian dengan resep lokal Semarang.

Resep baru itu meninggalkan daging babi, kol dan wortel. Yang dipakai tinggal rebung, telur, udang ditambah ikan kering (pihi), resep ini dibuat supaya kaum Bumiputera Semarang saat itu bisa menikmati Lumpia Tjoa -Wasi

Cinta mengawali kisah sukses Lunpia Semarang, perpaduan Limpia Hokkien dan Semarang yakni . “Loenpia Tjoa-Wasih”
Lumpia yang dijajakan dengan gerobak dorong selalu dinanti oleh penggemarnya saat itu.

Sampai pada akhirnya pada tahun 1930 Tjoa Thay Joe tutup usia.
Dia mewariskan resep cintanya kepada putri tunggal Tjoa Po Nio dan menantunya Siem Gwan Sing.

Mbok Wasi mengawasi anak dan menantunya mejalankan bisnis lumpia.

Hingga tahun 1956, Mbok Wasi menyusul suaminya pada usianya yang ke-90 tahun

“Loenpia Tjoa-Wasih” adalah resep lunpia tertua di Semarang yang sekarang dikenal dengan Lunpia Gang Pinggir.
Sampai pada generasi kedua, resep lunpia Thay Joe-Wasih masih tetap sama. di tangan cucu-cucu Thay Joe, resep ini mengalami pengembangan.

Saat ini lunpia paling terkenal dan tertua di Semarang adalah lunpia buatan salah satu kios Jalan Gang Lombok 11.
Purnomo Usodo alias Siem Swie Kiem (70), telah mematenkan lunpianya dengan nama Lunpia Semarang Gang Lombok di tahun 1996.

sama dengan Gang Lombok Lunpia Mbak Lien ditambahi irisan ayam kampung yang punya aroma khas. Pemiliknya adalah Mbak Lien alias Siem Siok Lien (45).
Jika dirunut, Lien adalah generasi keempat dari dinasti lunpia Tjoa Thay Joe-Wasi

Lien meneruskan resep yang dikembangkan ayahnya yang sedikit berbeda dengan resep asli kakek buyutnya, Thay

Ternyata, persaingan usaha yang berbuah cinta telah melahirkan resep canggih Lumpia Semarang
Kalau kita bisa hidup bersama dalam perbedaan, akan timbul kreatifitas yang melahirkan ciri khas sebuah bangsa

Sumber :
http://halosemarang.com/kuliner/lumpia-semarang-kisah-sukses-jajanan-pendatang-1/

sumber foto :

http://heruwidagdo.blogspot.com/2009/01/lumpia-semarang.html

PS :buat harga.. keknya kisaran 10 rebuan deh..

Menepis Bola Kebodohan

Versi Edit dari Episode Refleksi “menepis bola kebodohan” perjuangan pak haji Otong Suryana, dari seorang anak jalanan, menjadi Sarjana Hukum dan akhirnya mendirikan rumah singgah anak jalanan di Kramat Jati, salah satu pekerjaan beliau adalah sebagai pelatih sepakbola untuk anak jalanan.

 

 

 

Violence in every action we do

do you notice that in reality we tend to do more violent manners to other people we know or we dont know
either we tend to do it or not, we act violently in words or in our own action or gesture..

recently, i had some conversation with my friends, whether its man or woman , they always have this troubled communications with their partner.

lets say .. Abdul (Not a real name) always got bullied by his wife, because Abdul is not a rich guy, his wife always compare him with other man.. his wife said ” your Friend got this, why you dont? ” , she have this narrow mind also. she might look soft on the outside but sometimes violent inside
the problems continued even in the telephone conversation, his wife always got this negative thinking about Abdul got another lover,

in fact, Abdul is a loyal guy and he is religious also, and he said, even that his religion permit a marriage with more than 1 woman, he dont agree with it
“one woman enough to make your life in misery” he once told me

one day, i asked him, why he let his wife do something like this to him
“hen” he said to me , if you love someone, you have to like his / her just the way it is.. so thats make my relationship longer.

however, he said. being silent and accepting the violent thing does not mean you are lame or easily abused
sometime, i do tell my wife in a decent and soft manner that by doing such things doesnt make you feel happy, someday, other person will do the same thing to you.

the wifey, sadly, dont appriciate her good husband and continue to do the same way..
and i dont know how long this violent manners will continue..and i dont know whether Abdul can take this anymore and decide to leave her.

in other way, Kasim (not the real name) whose relationship are more colourful to me, he always jokes, talk everything in free with his wife.
even he talks anythings to his wife, and the receptions are quite wonderful.. she dont mind at all..
its nice to see the relationship and communication that working like that..

violence , in a word or action often happens to the person that have this sick and narrow mind. maybe its in the genetical way of the family or maybe he or she have a traumatical problems with the past.

i also have friends that got bullied with their parents, that makes them a negative persons, a person that tend to look the dark side of life.
sadly, the one that hurt us the most, is the one close to us.. its a fact, isnt it?

we often look a different ways to others, there’s one articles my friend from USA send to me, if there’s 15 years old girl hug her 1 year son, our mind is like thinking negative to her, that she is a (sorry) Whore or she is wild… does anyone know that she had her son because she had been raped by her uncle or even her friends?
and our judgement makes things worse than usual..

from TV, newspaper Gossips, News, everywhere.. even in our house, violence happens.
its really comes from the mind, sick mind, narrow mind, negative mind, angry mind..
but at the end… is that really matters? is that neccesary?
the answer is yours to make 🙂

Yasmin Ahmad’s Films

I Was an admirer for Yasmin Ahmad’s PSA, the deep humanity aspect of it touches many person across the world, one of my Fav are Yasmin Ahmad’s Chinese New Year’s PSA on 2006, about a group of old ladies at nursing home bluff about their successful children, their salaries, professional jobs but in the end, not one of them visit them except one grandma’s son picked her up for a walk, the story really touches me.

this book give a glimpse of Yasmin Ahmad’s Work including her 12 Commercials, 6 Feature Films and 2 Internet Shorts, the review written by Amir Muhammad, her friend and admirer gives me a deep look into Malaysian’s rainbow , including pluralism, humanism and a sweet aspect of life. a 223 pages that the writer work within a month and after he looked all of her feature films.

Yasmin Ahmad passed away on July 2009 after 2 days struggling against sudden stroke that leave her in coma.
i believe, this news also broke many people’s heart, including me that time, and when the news of this man… the writer of this book came to Jakarta, makes me come out rushing from office to the event in Blitz Megaplex only to find out that the film already begun, and the cinema door already closed .. 😦
later on, the writer gave me this book on free.. i think because he saw me exhausted after running for 30 minutes from Bunderan HI, thanks for the book, mr Amir Muhammad.. 🙂

recommended books for all copywriter’s, Filmmakers, Producers and Directors that want to know about this marvelous works of Yasmin Ahmad.

Cheers

Sang tomat telah mati

Di negeri tomato yang amat makmur dan berpendapatan per kapita 5000 daun tomat.. hiduplah sang idola, yang bernama sang tomat,
sang tomat bisa apa saja, akting, bernyanyi, kaya punya cewe banyak, dll

Suatu hari, sang tomat sedang jalan2 mengendarai mobil merk Toyomat keluaran terbaru, sang tomat melihat seorang yang mati karena kecelakaan di pinggir jalan. Badannya hancur. Seluruh isi tubuhnya keluar semua.

Pulangnya, ia berpikir..apa sih aku ini? Seperti apa sih badanku ini? Lalu bagaimana rasanya mati? Aku sudah merasakan semua yang indah didunia ini, tapi kenapa aku merasa kosong? Kok semua yang aku punyai tidak bisa aku miliki selamanya?

Semalaman ia berpikir sambil tiduran di ranjangnya yang berwarna merah tomat.

Lalu ia melihat foto foto keluarganya, mereka meninggal semua karena kebakaran yang terjadi di rumahnya.. dan meninggalkan ia sendirian, walaupun ia sudah berhasil dalam kehidupannya, ia tetap merasa tidak puas

Hari demi hari ia jalani dengan penuh kesepian, walau ia ditemani oleh pacarnya yang cantik juga mantan miss tomato world pun ia merasa tidak tenang. Obat obatan terlarang mulai ia konsumsi. Membuat ia semakin tidak sadar dan ingin merasakan kematian..

“Ah, mungkin jalan satu2nya aku harus mati” pikirnya,
lalu ia melihat teras apartemennya

Dengan menghela nafas panjang, sang tomat menutup matanya dan pelan pelan kakinya menapak menuju ke teras di apartemennya, lalu dengan K. Badannya melayang jatuh dan..BUKK.. isi tubuhnya berserakan dijalan, kepalanya pecah.. giginya rusak lalu pelan2 kesadarannya memudar bersamaan dengan rusaknya badan sang tomat.

Lalu tiba2 terdengar suara, “pak, ini tomatnya kok udah rusak ya?” kata iyem sambil mengambil sang tomat dari lantai, “ya udah, buang aja mbak”, jawab si abang tukang sayur.

“ya udah, tomat yang kemarin dimasak saja tidak seperti ini,” sungut si Iyem, lalu badan hancurnya sang tomat di buang ke tong sampah
dan suasana di pasar berlangsung seperti biasa.

moral of the story ?? there is no moral of the story!!!
just tomato’s life!!

Sedikit pencerahan dari neraka

Chimera

Negeri yang terkutuk

terkutuklah negeri yang pemimpinnya tak perduli.
ketika ia makan enak dimeja yang besar , sementara rakyatnya hanya duduk dilantai makan sampah

terkutuklah negeri yang pemimpinnya duduk di kursi besar sementara anak anak mudanya hanya bisa duduk duduk diam di bangku panjang di pinggir jalan

terkutuklah negeri yang pemimpinnya mengucapkan janji janji kosong sementara rakyanya hanya sabar menanti dengan mulut ternganga

terkutuklah negeri yang pemimpinnya merampok hasil yang diberikan oleh alam untuk perut mereka sendiri , sementara rakyatnya hanya bisa mengais ngais sisa tanah yang basah oleh airmata

terkutuklah negeri yang pemimpinnya buncit karena kebanyakan makan, sementara rakyatnya buncit karena busung lapar

terkutuklah negeri yang pemimpinnya yang tak tahu malu sementara rakyatnya memendam kemaluan yang amat sangat

terkutuklah negeri yang pemimpinnya mati tua sementara pemudanya mati muda

menangislah oh menangislah untuk negeri yang terkutuk ini!!!

sedikit pencerahan dari neraka
chimera
14 Januari 2011

2010 in review

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an inspiring true stories

KOREA FOCUS
Football Coach Kim Shin-hwan Hailed as ‘East Timor’s Guus Hiddink’
Huh Mun-myung

Staff Reporter
The Dong-a Ilbo

In October 2001, landing on the East Timorese soil for the first time, Kim Shin-hwan was consumed with feelings of greed, reproach, resentment and despair. The then 45-year-old South Korean man, whose business had failed and marriage had ended up in a divorce, came all the way down to the impoverished Southeast Asian country to flee his painful past, eagerly looking for new business opportunities.

He failed to find any way to make money but witnessed dire poverty. In comparison with their miserable living conditions, the despair and wretchedness he felt for himself seemed rather like luxury. He wanted to offer a helping hand, but the only thing he had was his experience in professional football.

Kim has now been coaching the East Timorese children’s football squad for almost a decade. Hailed as “Hiddink of East Timor” by the locals, Kim received the country’s national medals of honor in 2004 and 2005. He says East Timor has saved him and returned happiness to his life.

Kim’s squad cruised to victory in the 2004 Rivelino Cup international youth football tournament held in Hiroshima, Japan, to the surprise of many people around the world, who had barely heard of the country. While East Timor is ranked 204th by the 208-member FIFA, its junior team is one of the strongest 16 teams to qualify for the Asian Football Confederation’s youth championship round in October this year.

“A Barefoot Dream,” a film depicting Kim and his youth team, is to be released in some 350 movie theaters nationwide in Korea on June 24. Directed by Kim Tae-kyun, the movie was also screened at the United Nations Headquarters in New York. The global organization’s peacekeeping force is currently stationed in East Timor.

In time for the movie premiere, the coach paid a visit to his homeland. The following interview with Kim took place on June 17. He had a dark tanned face with a big smile, exuding positive energy to people around him. It was hard to believe that he was a man once considered a loser.

“The most important lesson I learned from East Timor is that happiness is created when I am living for other people, not for my selfish interest,” he said. The guy who used to complain about what he could not possess and believed that his life was miserable now says that he is rich in heart despite his modest bank account.

His close tie with East Timor dates back to 1997 when he befriended with Paolo, an East Timorese. While Kim was involved in timber business in Kalimantan, Indonesia, Paolo was seeking a hideaway as he was engaged in East Timor’s separatist movement against Indonesia. They shared their feelings of homesickness and soon became friends. Then, one day Paolo was caught by the police and Kim lost contact with him. Kim’s business was also going downhill and he struggled to keep his business barely afloat. Despite his hard work, he had to return to Korea without any financial success.

News of East Timor’s independence came in 2002, while Kim was idly wasting time in Korea after his business failure in Indonesia. It reminded him of his friend Paolo. An urge to run away from Korea combined with the despair and resentment he felt, compelling him to go back to East Timor to make yet another attempt for a breakthrough.

“The poverty was extreme, beyond imagination. Downtown buildings were left collapsed, probably by bombshells during the past civil strife, and the East Timorese people looked as if they had lost sense of life and death, completely devoid of any will to life,” Kim recalled. “I felt almost guilty for my thought of making money from such people,” he added. While he asked around to find out the whereabouts of Paolo, Kim learned that his friend had been tortured to death. No business seemed viable there and, of course, there would be no reunion with a friend.

A day before a trip back to Korea, he went out of his hotel to a nearby playground just to jog around. It was that very day when his life changed. On the ground scarcely covered with grass, a group of East Timorese kids and adults were playing football. Even though they were barefoot and playing with ruptured soccer balls, they looked serious and their eyes shined with joyful enthusiasm. For the first time Kim saw the East Timorese faces with radiant smiles. He was astonished at the scene. “For me, football was just a means for making money and, later on, the cause of my deep regret and sorrow. I had not realized that football can bring about such pure delight among people,” he said.

Kim’s football career blossomed when he was a teenager. While in middle school he was selected to represent South Chungcheong Province. He continued to play among the top footballers in the renowned Hanyang Industrial High School. Even though he could not continue through to college, he instead played for such top-rated professional teams as the Navy and Hyundai Motors football squads until the age 30. With the past glories flashing across his mind, he ran into the center field.
The sudden appearance of a foreigner in the playground alarmed the locals but their wonder soon turned into admiration when Kim began dribbling across the field. People began clapping their hands and surrounding him to have a closer look at the excellent foreign footballer. Fortunately, Kim was able to communicate with them in Indonesian. When he introduced himself as a former football player from South Korea, roars of cheers burst out in awe as people there were well aware of the South Korean national football team that made through the semifinal in the 2002 FIFA World Cup.

After a brief stay in Korea, he returned to East Timor in November 2002. He opened a sportswear and equipment store in the capital city of Dili in a bid to make a living and establish contacts with potential players. He closed the shop in six months, however, as he could not make ends meet due to mounting losses from credit sales. He gave up the business and made up his mind to focus efforts on educating children who had come to his shop. Children swarmed from all around the island country as they heard rumors about a Korean football coach giving away football clothes and shoes to children. From among them he picked 40 to form a squad.

His unconditional kindness was not easily understood. Some accused him of abusing children for money. Moreover, it was even more difficult to change the mindset of the young players. It seemed to him that colonial rule over almost 500 years had destroyed the self-confidence and willpower of people. In the unending war and poverty children were hardly taught any personal hygiene habits and they lacked proper education for good manners.

Before embarking on football coaching, Kim taught them to exchange greetings with courtesy and to brush their teeth cleanly. The primary aim of his football teaching was not to develop technique but to build up self-confidence. Encouraging the kids to have a vision of a brighter future for their newborn country, Kim often talked about the modern history of Korea, stories about its brilliant economic development after the Korean War to its victories in the 2002 FIFA World Cup. It was then in East Timor that he felt any pride in his homeland for the first time in his life.

Two years of his hard work with the East Timorese children bore fruit with their victory on March 27, 2004, in the Rivelino Cup as the team defeated the strongest Japanese squad 4-2. (Roberto Rivelino, a legendary Brazilian football player, launched the annual competition in 1974 in order to nurture young football talent in Asia. Youth teams representing 32 Asian countries participate in the tournament every March in Hiroshima.)

The sensational triumph made the Korean coach a national hero for East Timor. Since its liberation the country had its first car parade from the airport to the downtown to extend a heartfelt welcome to the returning football squad. The event changed the children, their parents and friends. Discarding their doubts, jealousy and fear toward the stranger, the East Timorese opened their hearts wide to Kim and embraced him as part of their family.

An additional victory in the Rivelino Cup the following year brought worldwide attention to the coach. He even received a job offer to work for a Singaporean team for a big compensation package. “I declined the offer without hesitation. I was a man who did not know what hope was. The East Timorese children created hope in me. When you don’t have a hope, you are nothing. I couldn’t leave the kids who gave me hope,” he said.

Working without pay, the coach makes a living with donations from South Korea. Even though his possessions are few, he says that thinking of his young footballers is enough to make him happy. He refers to the children as “all my sons.” Tears welled up in his eyes when he talked about children who had to give up playing football due to their weak physique or strength.

“I am neither a philosopher nor a man of great knowledge. I do not have anything to feel proud of myself. But what I learned from my experiences in East Timor is that ‘living a life with a purpose’ is the most important thing,” he said. According to Kim, becoming a professional football player is the greatest dream for young East Timorese. “Football is one of a few means to success in the country where the unemployment rate stands at a whopping 50 percent,” he said. For some people in the world, football means much more than just a sport, indeed.

“Our body is for jumping and shouting.
An existence made not for killing but for playing and loving.
A defeat, if having tried hard enough to win, is as beautiful as a triumph.
Sweat from painstaking efforts does not end in vain.
Here in the green field where justice is vitally alive,
Bury the moment’s delight and sorrow.”
(From the poem “Justice Exists Only in the Football Field” by Choi Young-mi)
[June 21, 2010]