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Saturday, July 27th 2013.

We called it a regroup.

Mari kita mulai dari awal banget.

The building, the place where retarded stuff happened.

Gue adalah alumni SMAN 68 Jakarta angkatan 2010. Angkatan yang, menurut gue, paling kompak di 68 sejauh yang gue liat, dan yang paling kompak seumur hidup akademik gue. Kita udah lulus 3 taun yang lalu, dan gapernah sekalipun punya acara kumpul angkatan resmi.

Sampe akhirnya bulan Mei kalo gasalah, timeline 68'010 digemparkan dengan kehadiran akun twitter angkatan yang sampe sekarang ga ada yang tau siapa adminnya. Anak anak sih udah pada koar koar penasaran caritau siapa dalang dibalik akun itu, tapi gue mah sekut ae -padahal diem diem udah ngepo sana sini suudzonin orang orang yang berpotensi jadi si admin.

Nah buat starter, si admin ngusulin bikin bukber angkatan, dan swoosh jadilah kita bukber angkatan Sabtu kemaren di sekolah dengan ketua panitianya Vania -kandidat utama admin yang udah dicurigai oleh banyak oknum. Walopun yang dateng cuma setengah angkatan, tapi...

Gamungkin sih, gue kangen banget sekolah.

Ketemu sama orang orang dongo dari 3 tahun silam, ngulik ngulik kedongoan masa lalu, ceng cengan, mencak mencak, berkata kasar seakan lupa bahwa ibadah puasa masih berjalan... Ah, kangen deh berperilaku tak berbudi luhur macem itu.

Vimo & Mpi, temen dari SD sampe SMA :"

Trus gue diminta jadi MC. Bareng salah satu orgil jebolan 68'010 bernama Cindy. Udah ditunjuk dadakan, banyak rundown yang bolong pula. Jadilah segala kekosongan acara diisi sama candaan kita yang Alhamdulillah cukup menghibur. Tapi kadang emang cuma kita berdua doang yang ngerti ya abis gimana, orang orang pada kangen kangenan kan jadi gue sama Cindy cuma ngobrol berduaan aja :(

MC (Mates in Crime) hazek gatuh??

Kebatuan angkatan pun gak berubah. Di hari yang sama sebenernya ada banyak acara bukber di sekolah yang sejatinya, mereka adalah pemilik tulen sekolah itu dan kita hanyalah tamu. Tapi. Nyatanya 68'010 bukber di lapangan. Sound system lengkap, dikuasai oleh dua orang cot yang bisik bisik pun tetep pake mic.

Yang paling gatau diri adalah, di lantai bawah kan awalnya udah ditek sama anak futsal. Mereka mau pake dua kelas yang koridornya udah dikuasai sama meja prasmanan bukber 68'010. Dalam kesepakatan, koridor itu mestinya cuma dijadiin tempat singgah anak anak buat ngambil makanan, tapi makannya gak boleh disitu. Namun?

Ya tau sendiri lah gimana. Makan di koridor, ngeroko di koridor, ketawa di koridor, semuanya di koridor. Pada akhirnya anak anak futsal menyerah dalam hormat dan melipir ke satu kelas aja di pojokan, tak bergeming.

Oke. Gue rindu segala hal berbau sekolah.

Gue rindu ketemu pengajar dan harus cium tangan,

Gue rindu bertingkah gila individu maupun kolektif,

Gue rindu ditunjuk jadi sesuatu di kegiatan sana sini,

Gue bahkan rindu, hmm... Itu tuh... Belajar di kelas.

Gamungkin sih, gue kangen banget sekolah.

Twist, Dipsi? Duh gatau deh nama kelasnya apaan

I know the only thing to feed this longing

Is simply by meeting them all. At. Once.

Thank God we'll have one more soon.

So I'll see you guys on 2014

Team Assassin

One thing I don't like from Animation Domination, as an OCD guy, is that the Belchers' last child, is no longer a baby unlike any other third children. But that's fine. That's so, so fine. Because there's something worse.

Yes, the Smiths only have two children and OWNS AN ALIEN INSTEAD!

It really violates my keep-things-in-right-extremely-similar-order sense :(

But anyway, despite the confusing composition, the show must go on.

There's one similarity between the fifth member of the family tho.

Mmm what is it ya... Oh right. Five of them are

Killer Within

From left to right: Louise Belcher, Stewie Griffin, Maggie Simpson, Rallo Tubbs, and Roger "Smith".
And for the last time, pictures aren't mine. Try to look for them in Google.

Especially for the babies. Maggie Simpson never seen talking, or reacting to most of scenes happened around her. But there's this deep, need-to-be-dug mystery inside of her. And she's quiet familiar with guns which she used on some episodes. While Rallo Tubbs, he's not as young as Maggie, he can talk anyway. But the way he acts, the way he speaks, the way he hates his step father Cleveland, seems like there's this aggressive thug possessing his body.

Louise Belcher is the eldest among the human babies. There's no mystery lies beneath her because she's 9 and her true behavior can be explored already. But to her siblings Tina and Gene, Louise can be considered as 'devil'. She dominates them. She's a controlling-type of girl and she makes messes a lot. Slightly similar to Roger who constantly seen manipulating, cruel, self-interested and tricky. He's a non human being and not even a part of the Smiths so, I'm not gonna talk about him too much.

Now the best part of this, well as you might guessed earlier, would be Stewie Griffin. Damn he looks antagonist, cold, mafia-liked, all characteristic of bad guys are on him. But he's a baby and that makes him so mysterious. He's also sarcastic -tho people might heard his words as if he talks nonsense like a regular baby, he can do stuff adult guys can't even do, and he possesses this major hatred towards his mother Lois. He's just, so, unguessable.

Well that's the Animation Domination's fifth requirement.

So now if you want to air your fantasy family in FOX,

Develop a rebel spin-off

Tribal Voyage

I'm into traveling, so much.

Well compared to some friends who travels more frequent, I'm just a novice. But through all journeys I experienced, I have already felt the sensation of skillful travelers. And that was just priceless. Especially when I do that alone. I can be the person I've always been hiding at home.

But umm, that only works for international trips. To be honest, I have no interest at all exploring Indonesian spots because umm, I see no pride in doing that. Passport stamps and communicating in English while traveling, those are what boost me. Sounds jerk enough?

Yeah I agree. That kind of me is an ass.

I kept holding onto that value until someday, when one of my foreign friends asked me where to visit in Indonesia besides Jakarta and Bali, I remained silent and had no idea at all. I had no idea about my own country. That bugged me a lot. I really wanted to know more about Indonesia, but nothing seemed to be able to ignite me.

But now, just now, well, not that 'now' but yesterday, I sensed callings from

Batak and Toraja

On the left, is Lake Toba in Medan and on the right is Torajan tombs in Makassar.

Yesterday a friend of mine, who's a Bataknese, proudly posted a video of Medan's new international airport, the Kualanamu. The video hit me right in my heart. The dramatic scenes, the colossal atmosphere, the Indonesian-tasted music, I have to go there! I told myself.

I know, it makes me want to visit Medan NOT because of the local culture, but the international asset instead. But at least it makes me want to land on Sumatra. I won't just visit Medan and stay by the airport the whole trip anyway, right?

And I know myself. I can't lie by saying I want to learn their customs oh God that's just so not me. I can't be that fully ethnical in just one trip so, Medan, as one of some international cities Indonesia has, would be a marvelous choice for a starter.

Now about Toraja. Another friend of mine is traveling back to her homeland, Makassar. And with all social networks she has, she showed everybody the beauty of her city. What striked me much is when she visited the native villagers and saw with her on eyes, the mystical side of Toraja I've been dying to know about. Yeah, the walking dead.

I really want to proof it myself, if the body is really moving or not, or just so so moving but everyone seem to make a big deal out of it and add some magical garnish so people will be curious, or... Anything could possibly happen and I want to see that with my own eyeballs!

See talking about this excites me already. Can't imagine if I can really perform the trip, experience it with myself, and rupture everything I see, here in my blog. That could cost lots of posts.

I want it. I want to do what those girls do.

Showing people what my nation possesses.

But first, of course, I have to get to know her.

My treasured motherland

Excitement Over Sadness

Kemaren bos copywriter gue, Mbak Oni, ngajakin gue buat ikutan recording di Mampang. Kebetulan gue udah ngerjain ini iklan dari awal banget, dari brief pertamanya baru turun sampe bikin script dan milih talent segala. Jadi ya gimana, mesti ikut sampe abis toh?

The field trip, I must say, was really, really inspiring and insightful.

I learned how a recording studio works, and met some cool people.

But the highlight of the moment was, of course, the voice acting part.

Hm. Voice acting. For you who don't know, I'm dying about voice acting.

I'd jeopardize my whole career if I can easily be a successful voice actor.

Anyway talking about voice actor. Talent pertama, hmm, ternyata bukan talent pilihan gue. Gapapa, masih ada tiga lagi. Dan dia gak se-yang-diharapkan itu. Jadi bukan salah gue dong? Fufufu. Talent kedua, ketiga dan keempat, sayangnya, bukan orang orang yang gue pilih. Tapi sumpah gue gak ngerasa sedih karena, tiga tiganya voice actor pro.

Pertama dateng Imam Darto. Gak begitu berkesan sih, tapi gue akuin doi oke banget ngisi suaranya. Luwes, cepet, hap hap hap langsung beres. Trus datenglah Arie Dagienkz. Yang ini seru banget, banyak cerita, seenaknya ngaduk ngaduk script tapi gapapa, kadang emang itu perlu sih. Bret bret bret, beres dengan riang gembira.

The boss, and one of the Dandees.

Dan yang paling berkesan adalah Fla. She did it professionally, she made it quick, she showed excitement about the ads and the script -I took part in developing it, remember? So I'm damn flattered- she told a lot about her broadcasting career, she talked with me, asked me questions, wished me luck for everything. But the most touching part was, when she asked about my age. And mumbled herself, 

"1992? That's cute."

Well. Here's the thing.

I've always liked being considered as an underdog.

I've always enjoyed when people think that I know nothing.

I've always felt secured when I have uplines, where I don't have to stand on my own.

But I know, it won't last any longer.

Soon I'll be hired by, I don't know, some agencies.

Soon title 'intern' will be kicked because I'll be a full time copywriter.

Oh God.

I'm drifting away even further from my childhood.

But on the other hand, I'm one step closer to my dreams.

I mean, I could easily be a voice actor because I'm so on that track.

Or, looking back to where I am now, I'm halfway being a true copywriter.

Yeah Lord.

I'm drifting away even further from my childhood.

But on the other hand, I'm one step closer to my dreams.

So should I feel excited, or sad?

It's Morphin' Time!

I'm done being excited about writing.
Everyone knows that I'm interested a lot in writing.
Now it's time for me to introduce something else, besides writing.

And that else, is childhood.

I don't know what to say about childhood.
I love childhood, I adore so much about my childhood.
I'd do anything to turn back in time, enjoy every piece of my childhood.

Or at least, collect what's left behind from my childhood.

But I have no idea where to find them.
What I still keep from my childhood, is my memory.
And now, this blog will help me rebuild those long lost moments.

So...

Thanks, rifkyramadhan.blogspot.com.
I gained enough reputation using my own name.

Picture of Neverland, obtained from here.

Now wish me luck in Neverland