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Ehm.. sebenernye Blog ini gw bikin cuma buat pamer ama "temen" gw yang kemaren batal ke BALI .. "bep.. akhirnya tuh Banana Boat lotion SPF 50 punya gw kepake juga hehehehe"

Seneng juga sih.. mengingat ini kepulangan gw yang sekarang ini adalah kepulangan gw dengan rencana super oke!! Ini juga merupakan kepulangan gw bareng ama Genk Caur (u guys probably know them from my journey to Malaysia) and with the whole backpackers idea.. really excited me!

Lombok (mudah2an currentnya ga ganaz) will be our first stop. Semua sudah tersedia, dari tempat tinggal ampe akomodasi and amazingly dengan Low Cost.. iiih so.. gw banget!

Pedih rasanya, kepulangan gw ini tidak disertai dengan KAMERA OLYMPUS MJU 760 baru gw.. karena harus dirawat inap.. damn!!! Tapi, selalu ada jalan menuju ke narsisan. Gw memang harus berterima kasih kepada "iboo" ku di PT. Sedana yang dengan ikhlas nya meminjamkan OLYMPUS FE 190 nya ke gw tanpa jaminan apapun hehehehe.. cinta gw ma loeee..!!

Tapi anehnya gw blom prepare apapun.. hmm.. packing aja belom padahal gw bakal berangkat 2 hari lagi. Well, kadang spontaneous act shows some awesome result. Tapi kadang juga engga sih..!!

Anyways, cant wait untuk menginjakkan kaki gw di BALI.. mudah2an ga ujan, duh udara yang bersahabat deh.. konkow2 ama temen2.. em i never meant to do this.. but i think i skipped my family for a while hehehe.. maap saudara2 ku.. soalnya singaraja jauh dari Denpasar hiks..hiks.. but akan aku usahakan hehehehe…

Doakan aku berhasil ya guys.. crazy pics will be submitted afterwards.. Bali.. Bali.. Bali.. (songong.com)

It’s been a while since I talked with you. I just want you to know that I’m perfectly fine and I guess nothing is wrong with me. It’s been a rough week for me. I don’t know why I feel so damn hopeless. Everything seems to be so wrong. I’ve tried my best to do all of my home work. I had all covered, well I think. But still it’s not enough. Stop complaining was my motto lately.

But my humanity refuses it.

I got confused. I seem to mix all things up. Forget what is real and what is not. Thousands time, I am telling the world that the job is killing me. Thousands time I complaint and end up zero. Thousands time I weep and got only a swollen eye. Neither any of us wanted to be sarcastic or hopeless. But this life that I’ve been dealing with suddenly seems so blur. Knowing the answer will be f*cking pathetic, I still asking why.

I’m old, that’s why. I’m still no body, that’s why. I’m still concerned about the bill, that’s why. I don’t have a boyfriend and little worried about my love life, that’s why. I don’t have money on time, that’s why. Perhaps those stupid things can make you laugh till you die, but I do admit that the temptation to think about it is really big.

Did it ever cross your mind that friends are the last thing that you need on earth? I’m beginning to think that I’m loosing my mind. I feel alone and empty right now. I never wanted to be a rude bitch who’s blaming the world for everything that ever happened to her. Well just a bitch with an attitude. Nevertheless, I’m fucked up.

They say the more you get old, the more you’ll fell lonely. Says who “just leave me alone” was a perfect scenario. I hate being alone. I hate to stay up late and start wondering. I hate to see my self begging for God’s mercy and yet I’ve never remember to pray. I hate to see me get paid for less money and yet I know I have to earn more. I hate to think about my old years. I hate being sober and think about what I’ve done to my life. Was it good or really damn good? I hate New Year.

[Yeah, I am aware that it is not supposed to be said in public. So what, ban me for this]

What is it about your life that makes you think having a man on your side will help you get out of this mess? Like there was no tomorrow. A quick answer will be: I’m afraid that the longer I stay alone, there more it comforts me.

Apparently the age that I’ve spent, doesn’t make me a grown-up. It was the cruel side of me that do the talking. And yes I felt that.

I’m like a bird. No, I’m not talking about Nelly’s song. I’m just saying that I’m like a bird that is it. No further intention.

[Another part of me saying]

God never did leave me; it was me who walked-out the bond. I was never been a good member of a religious community. And it’s always about me. It’s always about disappointment; it’s always about hope, prayers, thankfulness. It is never about consciousness. It’s more like an obligation. And I hate that.

You must be really confused about stupid things that I’ve wrote. But I really wanted to have my heart praying to my Holy God without asking further due. Just submit to my fate. Able to close my eyes and get rid all the things that goes around was never accomplished. There are always things in my head queuing to be said.

[I never really had the experience having my head empty and focus only to God]

I often talked to my dear God at night. You know, times when people are not so busy anymore. It’s just the perfect time to rewind you self. Even without all the preparation, the dupa and other stuff that completed the ceremony. I find my self in comfort. I try to read more about my bible but catch only the general point and so I stopped. I’m afraid that I absorb the wrong side of story I might end up pervert. Anyway, the book called “Mahabarata” really helps me a lot. It shows you how all the good things always come to the end and happen in the end. The wise men always say that Good deeds will lead you to another good episode of life.

[What about mine?]

Now I categorized Nagabonar Jadi 2 is one of the best Indonesian movie ever made. And I do agree with Mr. Nagabonar that General Sudirman really should put his arm down.

We are sometimes forgot our own roots. The more sosialized we are, the more skeptical we’ve become. The scene where Mr. Nagabonar honors General Sudirman was a moment of silence for me. It’s weird but I kinda enjoy the feeling. It’s been like 10 years since I do my last Monday Ceremony.

I never shed any tears while watching Indonesian movies, well except for GIE but Nagabonar simply make it like a de ja vu.

Despite all the heroik story and sense of nasionalism, one thing that really tickles me was the romance between Bonaga and Monita. Shits do happen, even to a person that graduated from Master degree in England and still don’t have the nerve to say I Love You.

Why is it so fuc*n hard to say I LOVE U and stupidly choose to be forever silence. At first I thought it must be the ego, but after seing the movie unfortunately the N factor does counts. For you nuckle heads outhere who haven’t watched the movie, it stands for NERVE and NERVOUS.

Though attention was the best way to show some love but still wasn’t enough. Some say that we, grown-ups don’t have to be acted like teenagers who experience their first love by saying who loved who and who really loved who and.. bla.. bla..!

Feeling was nowhere to be seen, unless by act. But now days, when you are living in this cookie crazy world you really need clarity in something, otherwise you will end up in vain. Ok, chill.. I know perhaps many of you don’t agree with what I’ve said. But deep down I know you feelin’ me girl..!!

It hurts a lot when you thought that he was the one and then you make him your special one, but by the end of the day you found out that you are not his special one. It sucks!

Well, whose fault is that? No one! Because he simply doesn’t know your feeling and the worst part is again you assumed that he had already known. Confusing as it was!

We are all trapped in this so called situation of guessing, assuming and yet none of them becoming something. You can call me numb or whatever but allow me to quote some lyric for all of you, let this song brightened up your day;

cinta bukan hanya sekedar kata

cinta bukan hanya pertautan hati

cinta bukan hasrat luapan jiwa

cinta tak hanya DIAM!!

-Ost. Nagabonar jadi 2 (Padi: Tak hanya)-

The thing is that people now days began to do all the communication in telepathycally. And I thought that human was the most intelegent creature in this whole universe. The awakening of the apes.

Well this is what my Sloppy Thoughts think: To love someone is like giving a package of feeling. It comes with the heart, cover with the action and combine it with the word.

We can’t pretend that we understand or we know, because I don’t understand and I really don’t know!!

Did you know that the Japanese rider ‘Norifumi’ Abe inspired Valentino Rossi to the nickname Rossifumi?

The nickname Valentinik is based on a Donald Duck story, where Donald became a superhero and was called papperinik. Valentinik is short for SUPER VALE..

As you probably have heard Valentinik had to go and save the world, so Valentino Rossi has chosen another nickname… Now he’s: THE DOCTOR!

Valentino lives in London (Knightsbridge) where he has an apartment. Part of the year he will spent his time in Tavullia and Ibiza.

The people in Tavullia are so happy with Valentino that they decorated his hometown. Many buildings have murals in his honor. Also his fanclub, that his childhood friends are running, is based here.

The number 46 is special for Vale. This was the number that his father - Graziano Rossi - had when he was a GP winner.
 
There are plenty of Valentino Rossi websites on the internet, but there is only one official site. It is the site of his official fanclub. The address: www.fanclubvalentinorossi.com All the other sites are unofficial, or unauthorized. Same thing with the mailing groups or clubs online. There is no official group or club except for the Official Fanclub in Tavullia.

"I’m Valentino Rossi. And I want to be a person, not an icon. "

"I would have probably stolen cars - it would have given me the same adrenaline rush as racing."

"For me the tracks are not as important as the psychology"

"When I made the decision to move to Yamaha many people thought it was a stupid thing to do, even my father and Jeremy Burgess. But I was already committed and have never looked back since."

"I don’t like Formula 1 very much. If you take away Schumacher, then maybe Jacques Villeneuve and Juan Pablo Montoya, they’re all the same. The cars have so much technology the drivers don’t have to do anything. Even if I win many races , I still have to fight and we have overtaking and excitment"

"I said to Max: ‘What are you doing idiot?’ And then there was some pushing and shoving. Then a security guard grabbed me and someone took Max"

"I try to have a different relationship with the bike. I don’t give it a name, but I always speak with it. I don’t know if the other riders do the same. This is not only a piece of metal - there is a soul. The bike talks back too. But not with a voice, with the components"

" All Honda are bastards "

"For sure there are good points, but there are very much worse points. When you go to dance in a nightclub, when you go with your friends to have a snack at McDonalds, people want to speak to you, take pictures. At first, I was very much friendly - too much. No I have learned to be a shit. To say no!"

"When I looked at my best lap time I thought it was like a symphony of violins - perfect, so I decided that if I won I would do this celebration across the finish line!"

"It’s nice to have on or two girls chasing you, but when there’s one thousand, it’s not good!"

"125 racing was more like a game. 250 started to become serious and this is more serious, because this bike is dangerous…it’s necessary every time to be quiet and respectful with the bike. Very respectful."

(About his turtle tattoo) "Because I like the animal a lot. I had it as a mascot from when I was very young."

"The Doc Rossi is born a night together with Drudi (designer author of the Rossi helmets), because in Italy there are thousands of Dr. Rossi. He is a crazy scientist that take the place of Valentinik that has worldwide troubles. He (Valentinik) is always busy op peace-keeping in the Universe he has a lot to do and he cannot come to the races no more…"

"Fear? Every time I crash. Very much. When crashing, every time - it’s not a good sensation. Every time, the track is more hard. It hurts more."

"I had to become a motorcross rider at 220km/h and I can guarantee you that’s not a nice experience on a 500. Then I went passed him and gave him a little wave - I was just nervous, it’s the race you know?"

"I never liked him. Even as a kid seeing him on television, he never appealed to me. A good rider but not a good guy. We never talk and I don’t understand why he started to put me down in the Italian press. He even said I became famous by speaking ill of him."

"I’ve had enough with this old story rider-bike. Honda is strong in breaking, me too. On breaking I pass them everywhere"

"Passing Biaggi on the last lap was like the best orgasm"

"To be Valentino Rossi - that is, Valentino Rossi the famous personality - means many positive things, many advantages, and also many privileges. But it also means paying a very high price for that same popularity."

"Riding a race bike is an art - a thing that you do because you feel something inside."

"I also own a Yamaha motorbike but always respect the speed limit!"

"I become racing Valentino from Friday morning. I try to stay my normal character - with jokes and laughter if possible - but in a race weekend I work always at 100% and try to use every minute to arrive stronger in the race. But I try not to become too serious."

"Anyone who spies on another is not a son of Mother Mary"

"Before I like Schwantz very much. He’s my favourite rider of all time. Also Doriano Romboni. But mainly Kevin (and) ofcourse Mick. And also Wayne Rainey and Wayne Gardner. The true riders of 500"

Prologue: 2 Oktober 2007 kemaren bos gw (Om Ben) ngajak anak2 (PT. Sedana Pasifik Servistama) buat buka puasa bareng di Gang Gang Sulai - its a Korean Cuisine

At Gang Gang Sulai

Tepat jam 5.30 kita sampai di venue, Jl. Cideng No. 60 anehnya tuh restoran belum buka. Gw terpaksa harus telpon untuk minta dibukain.. secara ya bo, gw bawa "babeh" gw, masa suruh nongkrong didepan.

Alasan mereka restoran opens at 6.00pm, lha jelas2 acaranya buka puasa bersama, kesianan dunks temen2 gw yang menjalankan puasa nunggu didepan resto kaya ga ada kerjaan, lagian another Gang Gang Sulai yang ada di automall SCBD dah starts open at 5.00pm kok.

Setelah gw telpon lagi tuh resto, finally dibukakan juga tuh pintu. Guess what, yang anehnya lagi nama gw TIDAK TEDAFTAR!! Table yang gw pesen buat 25 orang tidak ada didalam list hari itu. Padahal gw dah konfirm ulang 3 jam sebelumnya, dan mereka bilang sudah OKE!

Gw berusaha menenangkan pikiran gw, gw cuma bilang saya sudah fix-order dengan ibu Widi. See, it works.. secara tiba2 tuh table tersedia, meskipun tidak ter listed hahaha.. kekuatan pikiran!

Bisa dibilang penyajiannya LAMBAT, heran.. mana kalo mau minta sesuatu harus pake urat lagi.. ga banget dah nih resto. Padahal yang di automall oke banget loe pelayanannya. Trus dah gitu ada yang unbelievable, ada satu pelayan yang JUDESnya amit2.

Yang bener2 gw masukin di hati adalah ketika dia membating 1 pitcher es teh tawar di depan temen gw..anjrit.. gw sempet nyolot cuma si orang sinting itu keburu ngeloyor tanpa dosa, aneh..!

Setelah semua beres, akhirnya bos gw (om Franz) take actions dengan melayangkan komplen atas ketidakramahan dari para pelayan and not mentioning tingkah si pelayan sinting yang udah DARE ENOUGH untuk membanting tuh pitcher.. Bos gw dengan santai mengakhiri pembicaraan dengan kata-kata "yang pastinya saya tidak akan mereferensikan restoran ini kepada teman kantor saya bahkan partner bisnis saya.

At Angkutan Kota (Angkot)

pengemudi angkot yang gw tumpangin termasuk pengemudi yang santai, ga grasa grusu. Cuma tiba-tiba aja tuh mobil ditabrak kenceng banget sama sepeda motor sementara tuh mobil lagi Silent MODE:ON alias diam alias lagi berenti. Aneh ga sih.. eh si motor cuman cengar-cengir and kabur..halaaaah apa seeh..

At the Bus

turun dari angkot gw nerusin untuk nyari bus arah bekasi, kok tumben lama dan anehnya ga biasanya begini. setelah 1/2jam nunggu tuh bus dateng, yes just what i’ve thought "PENUH".. dan gw harus berdiri (again). Disamping gw ada cowok, tampangnya serius banget, lengkap dengan kaca mata dia betul-betul tipikal muka anak2 yang senang dengan ilmu pengetahuan (cie bahasa gw). Tapi di setiap orang dewasa pasti ada sisi kanak2 nya, yupz dan itu dibuktikan dengan bernaungnya jam tangan warna biru bergambar SNOOPY di tangan tuh cowok!

-what a day-

Hari ini kok berasa males banget.. dari males pulang sampe males kerja. Akhirnya gw menghabiskan sisa waktu “kerja” gw dengan chat hahahaha…

Waktu sudah menunjukkan 7.20pm, tapi kok belum ada sign dari anak-anak kantor ya untuk pulang. Akhirnya berhubung mata udah sepet banget, gw lantas menyebar message “pulang yook..”, dan untungnya mendapat tanggapan positif dari warga setempat dengan adanya pesan balasan..“oke, 15 menit lagi ya”.

Setelah beres-beres, dan packed home gw baru aja inget kalo ada beberapa kerjaan yang lupa gw kerjain, padahal dah diingetin sama bos gw, dan ini gara-gara nongkrong se-sore-an dichat room.. halaaah maak, dont kill me pak..!! ini bukan salah saya.. ini salah fans-fans saya.. !!

Untungnya, bis yang gw tumpangi sukses melintasi jalanan kota Jakarta menuju bekasi dengan kecepatan yang bisa dibanggakan. And after a short nap, gw sampe ditujuan. Memasuki tempat pemberhentian, laju bus pun berkurang seiring dengan banyaknya angkutan umum yang mengantri untuk menurunkan serta mendapatkan penumpang. Tempat pemberhentian ini bisa dibilang, tempat pemberhentian “maksa” dikarenakan tidak legal dan dikelola oleh sekelompok orang yang meng-claim diri mereka adalah wakil dari suatu suku tertentu yang notabene warga asli Jakarta (halaah, bingung ga..? pastinya ngertilah maksud gw… )

Anyway, kadang gw suka sebel banget ma nih sekelompok orang.. kok suka semprat-semprit secara ngasal banget. Pernah itu priwitan bergema di kuping gw lah, trus teriak-teriak dengan lantang sambil nyuruh salah satu angkutan kota untuk berhenti.. duh, merk tenggorokannya apa siih.. treble-nya ciamik maak.

Nah, kejadian ini berulang lagi nih.. salah seorang dari kelompok itu berusaha menertibkan sebuah bis yang berhentinya asal banget.. soalnya kelangsungan dan kelancaran jalan tersebut “kesannya” bergantung pada keahliannya mengatur laju bis yang lalu lalang. Dan secara mendadak wibawa preman tersebut langsung luntur abis dikarenakan dengan lantangnya menyebutkan.. “hey itu kijang taruna.. maju.. maju.. hey, kijang taruna.. ayo donk… maju!”. 

Secara spontan, karena tuh abang teriaknya WADAW banget, gw langsung melemparkan pandangan ke arah dimana tangannya bergerak. Tapi.. kok cuman ada satu mobil yang bertengger disitu?? Alias..mana si kijang and mana si taruna..??!

Di tempat itu, cuma ada 1 taruna merah berhenti menurunkan beberapa penumpang sementara kendaraan yang mengantri dibelakangnya adalah angkutan kota super geda yang bernama BUS. Dan parahnya lagi, ternyata yang memperhatikan tuh abang ga cuma gw seorang.. masih banyak khalayak lagi.

Ga tau dari mana awalnya sumber suara ketawa-ketiwi, cuman yang gw tau, sekeliling gw dah mulai senyam-senyum nge-dengerin teriakan tuh abank nyaris tanpa sela..!! KIJANG TARUNA.. AYO JALAN.. my God.. another Blue Ocean Strategi nih..

Si abank preman teteup kaga sadar kalo die tuh mispronounce. Dia tetep melaksanakan tugasnya tanpa memperdulikan para khalayak yang ketawa-ketiwi ga jelas.. hahahahahaha.. aniwey, hidup kijang taruna..!! hidup si abank preman..lumayan juga nih, secara sekejap rasa kantuk gw langsung menghilang.. well what a night..

Kejadiannya begini, kantor gw lagi sweeping abis ama yang namanya serangga. Belum lagi kapasitas nyamuk yang tiba2 membludak, ga tau karena hawa yang semakin panas makanya pada urbanisasi kemare.. ato emang karena kantor gw deket ma kali ya?? (fyi. Kali Cideng)

Aniwey, gw sempet nge-cengin anak-anak lt.3 (kantor kita terdiri dari 4 lantai) soale pada sibuk banget semprat, semprot "obat nyamuk dengan merk yang lumayan terkenal" di sekitar ruangan. Katanya sih pada berburu nyamuk dan semut. Nah, gw tuh yang masih ketawa-ketiwi ngeledek sambil bilang.. "hmm, dilantai 4 ga ada tuh nyamuk..". Eh emang dasar panjang umur tuh Nyamuk.. sekitar 2 hari yang lalu para tamu misterius itu mulai menggangu.. damn!!

Ga hanya itu, semut pun tiba2 datang, giling.. emangnye gw pasang iklan ape?? menerima hewan baru di lantai ini? Ya uds.. dengan berbekal "obat nyamuk semprot merk terkenal" gw mulai melancarkan aksi maut.

Tertanggunya kehidupan para serangga tidak berhenti disana, kemarin kantor gw melancarkan aksi bersih2 file yang end-up menyapu habis semua ruangan dengan lap pel dan juga tak lupa semprotan nyamuknya.. Wah, lumayan sedih juga sih mengingat para binatang itu akan kehilangan tempat tinggalnya.

Nah, hubungannya dengan judul gw di atas adalah tadi pagi, rencananya gw mao ke atm sebentar ngambil duit.. eh, gw menemukan kecoa menggelepar di tangga.. man kayanya dah dying banget, hmm.. kayanya bentaran lagi bakalan tewas dah. 15 menit kemudian, ketika gw balik dari atm, amazingly he’s still alive!! Gila malah udah turun 2 step dari tangga sebelumnya.. hmm, kuat bener nih kecoa. Nah, sehabis lunch gw bermaksud turun kebawah untuk ngambil sesuatu.. praise the Lord.. tuh kecoa masih sukses menggelepar dan turun 3 tingkat lagi dari tempat semula. Nah barusan aja sekitar jam 3-an gw turun untuk nitipin sesuatu ke Operator gw and the KECOA has already gone.. Gone disini bukanne meninggal tapi GA ADA..!! Kemane tuh kecoa ya? Apa mungkin come-back to life (kaya the Crow) ato.. dah menjalani kehidupan Life after Deathnya dan come back reincarnated..??!! Hmm.. cuman si kecoa dan the Makernya yang tahu..

Rabu, 22 Agustus 2007. Badan gw cape, hidung gw mampet, batuk tidak kunjung berhenti, (Ps. Batuk gw bukan karena hujan, badai dan semacamnya, tapi dikarenakan gw minum milkshake coklat chip seharga Rp. 24.500 yang enak buanget disiang bolong.. but end up bukan sebagai lemak melainkan menjadi “dahak”) namun otak gw butuh banget hiburan.. yah semacam brain storming sedikitlah, makanya gw rada antusias banget ngajakin temen2 gw buat nonton pelem. Tapi ternyata hanya 1 orang yang mampu menjawab tantangan tersebut, hadirin gw persembahkan Ms. Marrysca Lisly.

The Bajaj

Sebagai informasi, bioskop yang kita tuju adalah Djakarta Theater, bioskop ini punya 3 studio tapi kadang rada ajaib karena hanya dengan 3 studio, bioskop ini bisa menampilkan 4 film sekaligus. Aniwei, pelem yang mau kita tonton nanti dijadwalkan akan diputar pada jam 18.45pm dan berhubung ini hari Rabu, diasumsikan crowd yang datang bakalan ga terlalu ramai.

18.00pm, kita langsung menuju tempat mangkal para Bajaj. Dengan sedikit ngotot kita mencoba mendapatkan harga terbaik alias murah. Tawaran kita berpindah dari “abang” yang satu ke “abang” yang lainnya, dan akhirnya pilihan kita jatuh kepada supir Bajaj yang sangat bersedia untuk kita bayar murah yaitu seharga Rp. 10.000,- yuuk bang..

Perjalanan dilalui tidak terlalu mulus. Namun, entah bisa dibilang beruntung atau tidak, the supir dapat melaju dengan sangat CEPAT.. agak menakutkan sedikit, kenapa? Karena lalu lintas saat ini dalam keadaan PADAT!! the Bajaj meraung ditengah kemacetan Jakarta. Salah satu Ciri khas supir bajaj sejati adalah “never give up & keep moving forward”. Hal itu dibuktikan dengan kecepatan yang sama sekali tidak melambat, walaupun kemungkinan untuk lewat Cuma 1%, dan juga ketidak relaannya membiarkan se-inchi-pun berjarak dengan mobil didepannya!! Gilink, mudah2an ga nyenggol mercy dan teman2 nya!!

Ternyata, ga cuma jago nge-tril aja tuh bajaj (duh bahasa gw 90’s banget nih) ternyata the supir dapat dengan mudah mencari jalan tercepat menuju Roma eh Sarinah.. 4 thumbs up, walaupun kita2 yang didalemnya turun dengan dandanan semerawut, rambut kusut, wajah tegang, dan sedikit pengang.

The Movie

Dengan speed seperti itu, tidaklah heran kalo kita sampai di tempat tujuan hanya dalam waktu 30 menit. Setelah merangkai kembali jiwa2 yang sempat terburai selama perjalanan, dengan kaki sedikit gemetar kita mulai menapaki jajaran tangga menuju studio. Sempat deg2an mikirin apakah kita bakal dapat seat yang ok, dan ternyata RATATOUILLE (baca RAT-A-TOO-EE) ga terlalu banyak peminatnya sehingga pemilihan seat.. BEBAS!!

Brief introduction: Film ini bercerita tentang Tikus (remy) yang berkeinginan untuk menjadi koki terkenal. Dan nasib membawanya bertemu dengan Linguini, seorang tukang sampah yang secara tidak sengaja menjadi seorang koki yang patut diperhitungkan dan semua itu berkat bantuan Remy. Perlu diinformasikan bahwa tikus yang bermain dalam film ini memang berakting sebagai tikus. Tidak seperti film animasi yang juga menggunakan tikus sebagai tokoh utamanya berjudul Flused Away, dimana si tikus digambarkan sebagaimana layaknya manusia, berjalan dengan menggunakan 2 kaki, berpakaian lengkap dan parahnya ada juga tikus yang menggunakan kursi roda. Para Tikus dalam film Ratatouille ini, benar2 berperan sebagaimana adanya seekor tikus dan cuma untuk kepentingan para pemirsa, tikus tersebut dapat berbicara.

Bisa dikatakan film ini berakhir dengan sukacita, dimana pada akhirnya Remy bisa mencapai cita2 nya, yaitu menjadi KOKI. Agak sedikit tidak masuk akal, tapi itulah hebatnya kartun.. makes nothing impossible.

The pengamens

Film berdurasi 110 menit ini berakhir pada jam 20.35pm. Saatnya untuk pulang. Seharusnya waktu yang diperlukan tidak terlalu lama, namun dikarenakan hujan deras mengguyur Jakarta sehingga menyebabkan air menggenang dibeberapa ruas jalan sudirman.. kendaraanpun dipacu secara perlahan alias MACET!

Sembari menyusuri trotoar depan Mc Donald, akhirnya kendaraan yang ditunggupun datang. Bis berwarna merah bernomor 640. Lumayan tenang nih, soalnya bis yang gw tumpangin agak ramai, jadi ga terlalu tegang2 banget. Setelah setengah pelajalan melalui jalan MH. Thamrin menuju Gatot Subroto, tiba-tiba masuklah seorang pengamen bertubuh kurus, berbaju ala punkers alias ketats yang mencoba mengais rejeki.

Pada awalnya rada ngeri juga, soalnya nih pengamen kok sama sekali tidak menunjukkan niat untuk nyanyi. Bungkus permen yang akan digunakan untuk menagih uang digigit didalam mulutnya. Tangan kirinya memegang botol yang berisikan beras sedangkan tangan kanannya memegang sebuah kayu dilengkapi dengan tutup botol sehingga ketika digerakkan menimbulkan bunyi-2an yang sungguh tidak harmonis. Maksudnye ape sih nih pengamen??

Tatapan dinginnya mejelajah ke seluruh bagian dari bis yang gw tumpangin.. sempet kepikir buat cari cara untuk melarikan diri!? Duh.. nyanyi juga kaga, malahan ngancem..!! Kasih duit kaga ya? Boleh dibilang ini bukan kali pertama gw pulang malem malahan masih terhitung tidak telalu malam, cuma entah kenapa kok rasa deg2-an plus ngeri mulai menghampiri..

Akhirnya tuh gumaman berhenti.. aneh memang, soalnya hanya si pengamen yang tahu kapan lagunya mulai dan kapan tuh lagu berakhir. Ga ada tuh yang antusias tepuk tangan (ya iya laah..). Gw mulai ngeliat sekeliling, pada ngasi duit kaga ya..? Eh ternyata, ga ada yang ngasi duit..!! Wah, ikyutan dah.. ga bakal gw kasi recehan.. not even a peny Bung! Amazingly, dia lewat dan terus lewat sampai akhirnya turun..!! AMPUN.. cuma segitu doank.. gila!! Maak.. Tuhan mendengar doa ku..

Kisah gw di 640 berakhir didepan halte semanggi hehehe.. dimana gw masih harus berjuang meneruskan perjalan dengan menggunakan bus lain menuju BEKASI yang biasa disebut daerah “kampoeng” oleh my dearest pal marrysca.. siaal..!!

Ps. This is the part where for the first time.. eh apa yang ke second time ya? My father grounded me.. ! Halaaah, kok tumben, well kata maak-ku, “Si Bapak kok berasa ga punya anak perempuan ya selama 2 minggu terakhir ini”.. Lha, pak ko’ tumben? Apa karena gw pulang bare-hand ya alias ga ada oleh2 hehehehe.. Alhasil, pesan-pesan dari Maak ku yang masih terngiang sampai dengan cerita ini ditulis adalah.. “ade.. besok & jumat ga boleh pulang malem”..