Sunday, October 11, 2009

Review : Le Grand Voyage


Cihuuy...Kemaren hari Sabtu, abis ditraktir temen yang ultah di Pizza Hut DP MALL, kenyang gila...astagfirullah...trus pulangnya kita rencana mau pinjem film, sebenernya dia deng yg mau nebeng pinjem di L****t, rental vcd/dvd deket rumah, sempet bingung, cari2 karena gak ada rencana mau minjem.'wah mau pinjem apaan ya??' secara aku gak pernah lihat/baca2 review tentang movie lately, maklum masuk stase Obsgyn jadi gak tau perkembangan dunia..sibuk gak jelas di ko-ass! Tadinya mau pinjem film horornya Thailand, sesuai rekomendasinya temenku yg bilang katanya bagus, judulnya 4bia, tapi sayang lagi keluar, mmm, judul satunya ah..Shutter, eh dipinjem juga! uuh..Daaan...mataku pun tertumbuk di tumpukan film2 yg biasanya tak kusentuh...intinya adalah akhirnya aku menemukan film yg berjudul Le Grand Voyage, agak tertegun juga ngeliat covernya, kok kayaknya ada hubungannya dengan Islam-Mekkah tp kok film prancis...mungkin bagus juga, semoga dapat inspirasi apa gitu, biar hidupku agak sedikit tercerahkan
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Review :
Hmm, aku gak tau ya, berhubung aku bukan pengamat film, cuma penikmat saja.. judulnya aja aku gak tau artinya apa..ceritanya tentang seorang pria imigran Prancis keturunan Arab - Maroko yg berniat menunaikan haji, tapi tidak seperti cara orang kebanyakan, dia memilih untuk berhaji dengan menggunakan jalan darat, dengan mobil, yg kalau diukur kira2 5000 km jauhnya dari Mekkah sono. Berhubung dia nggak mungkin nyetir sendirian, dan anak tertuanya yang sedianya jadi sopirnya ternyata ada 'masalah' sehingga SIMnya disita, mau tak mau, terpaksa, Reda, anak laki2 keduanya yang harus nemenin sang Ayah. Dengan berat hati, dia manyanggupi permintaan ayahnya, meskipun harus bolos sekolah, yang tambah bikin berat, dia harus ninggalin ceweknya, Lisa. Jadilah, sepanjang perjalanan itu pikirannya dipenuhi tentang pacarnya. Mana sang Ayah kesaannya ngeselin banget, otoriter, sok ngatur dan sering tidak sependapat dengannya, walau kadang ayahnyalah yg benar. Namun, perjalanan itu lambat laun mendekatkan mereka, dan menghancurkan tembok yang selama ini ada di antara mereka. Suatu saat, saat mereka sedang berlindung di tengah dinginnya salju kota Bulgaria, sang anak memberanikan diri bertanya" ayah, kenapa sih kau tidak pergi naik pesawat saja, kan lebih praktis?"
sang ayah menjawab " air laut yang sudah menguap di udara , rasanya sudah tidak asin lagi, tidak murni lagi. Jadi Lebih baik berjalan kaki dari pada naik keledai, lebih baik naik keledai daripada naik mobil, lebih baik naik mobil daripada naik kapal terbang.." sang anak pun ngannguk2 mengerti ( aku tidaakk!! )
Ada lagi saat2 mereka menginap dihotel, dan karena kelengahan si anak, uang sangu yang sisimpan sang ayah raib. Dan sang Ayah pun berang karena sang anak lengah karena melanggar syariat dengan meminum alkohol sampai mabuk.
Nah, tampaknya kisah-kisah di sepanjang perjalanan inilah yang ingin ditonjolkan oleh sang pembuat film. selalu ada hikmah dalam setiap peristiwa. tidak penting bagaimana sang ayah saat di Mekkah nanti. jelas, ini bukan film religi seperti film Para Pencari Tuhannya Deddy Mizwar yang menyelipkan wejangan-wejangan di sepanjang film, dan akhirnya seseorang mendapat hidayah atau seperti film Hidayah yang memberikan azab pada pelaku kemunkaran. Adegan-adegan di sekitar Kota Mekkah dan di sekitar Masjidil Haram pun dilukiskan biasa saja, padahal bagi umat muslim melihat Ka'bah adalah suatu pengalaman spiritual yang ternilai harganya. Saat sang ayah tak kunjung kembali dan sang anak mencari di antara jutaan jamaah haji lainnya, pun terasa semuanya seperti hanya latar belakang saja. tidak ada backsound dramatis walaupun subhanallah... jutaan manusia tumpah ruah di tempat yang sama. Dan walaupun sempat sang anak bertanya pada sang ayah tentang tujuannya naik haji ( weleh2, kebangetan banget sih anak ini-kudu hati2 kalo anknya gak pernah ditanamkan nilai2 agama jadi gini nih), sikap anaknya yang tak tergerak hatinya untuk paling enggak ingin tahulah, tentang agamanya lebih jauh atau malah mungkin tobat, membuat hati ini miris. Tapi lagi2 ini kan bukan film religi. Endingnya pun menurutku sangat antiklimaks. Sepertinya para penonton diberi kebebasan untuk menginterpretasikan inti dari cerita ini, sampai sekarangpun aku belum tau apa maksudnya. Lumayanlah, kalo kita melihat dari sisi non religi-gak ngerti lah aku, opo jenenge..

Friday, October 24, 2008

nginthil S.O.C

suatu minggu yang cerah, tak ada beban ujian, tak ada beban tugas..saat yang tepat untuk sepedaan!!so..kuajak saja adek2ku yang lucu2,biba en dara, di tambah yuli yang emang konco sepedaanku..untuk menggoes sepeda yang sebenernya udh g pas lagi sama umur mereka...haha.
mau kemana?g tau juga..yang penting jalan dululah..trus kami sepakat menuju ke arah jalan pemuda yang emang jalannya lebaaar dan lammaaa...eeeh..tak dinyana..kami bertemu dengan beratus- ratus sepeda yang menuju ke arah yang sama dengan kami..wah..wah..seru banget...tapi di antara rombongan itu ada yang menarik perhatian kami..yaitu rombongan sepeda onthel yang dikendarai oleh orang2 berpakaian tempo doeloe.( belakangan kita tau ternyata namanya S.O.C alias Semarang Onthel Community)
iih..lucu banget...kataku dalam hati..lalu semuanya saling berpandangan...dan ternyata semua memiliki pikiran yang sama!
ayo kita nginthil rombongan yang itu ajaaa!!!!
dan begitulah...iring-iringan menuju ke arah johar-lupa-trus tau2 udh sampe arteri-masjid agung (di sini ad kejadian memalukan haha..!!)-mrican-depan java mall-sriwijaya-veteran-karyadi-balik lagi ke balaikota.
di depan kariadi, sepeda yang di pake bibah nyaris ris membuat celaka!
tiba2 bannya g muter dan syuut...keluar percikan apinya!!syukurlah...pemimpin rombongan kami sangat baik hati dan tidak sombong..dia rela membantu kami yang notabene intruders ini..thanks a lot to mas bob riza...udah baek ganteng lagi..eh salah..udah ganteng baek lagi...hehe

akhirnya kami selamat sampai di balaikota..sempet ditawarin kupon makan gratis..tapi kami masih waras untuk tidak menerimanya...g bayar gitu lo...
kami kan masih punya harga diri...ceile...trus foto2 deh...pertamanya ada bapak2 pake baju pejuang kemerdekaan gitu,minta foto bareng..cie...serasa artis gitu...
trus luckily kami bawa kamera sendiri dari rumah...bisa foto ama mas2 yang kaya rambutnya kaya giring nidji..sahabat aku..dekat denganku...

kalo diitung-itung berapa kilo aja yaa??yang jelas,pulang-pulang kaki kami gempooor!!

tapi g bikin kapok kok..malah pengen ikut lagi...tapi sayang kalo mau ikut S.O.C harus punya sepeda onthel sendiri...!!!!(bukan minjem yul!!haha...!)

speech by steve jobs, CEO of Apple,Inc

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

plok..plok..plok...!!!

you're the man!!!

SR

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

me and my room

ooh i love my bedroom so much...
well...maybe its not that my room is a fancy one as seen on tv...
there are still dusts everywhere.(i don't understand where do they come from)
there are also ants everywhere( i don't understand this too)
but lately i've made my room more comfortable( for me off course!haha..) i put in order a pile of papers away..i swept the floor.(honestly i did those thing since my cousins came to sleep over in my room)
but i think my bedroom now is much better than before...and i think that's enough for me.
but my mom don't think it so...
this morning, when i was in the bathroom,my mom apparently came into my room..she wrote somethin in the piece of paper..it said:
putri ( my nick name)please clean your room up until your room is sterile ( i think my mom misunderstood this word )
all in capitals!
what was that mean?my room wasn't that bad!
(and i realized that's just one-sided opinion)