Puty's Journal

Trust me I have so many drafts about how my long holiday was O-V-E-R, about how glad I am everytime this holly Ramadhan comes, and my other deep thoughts. However, I’ve been ummm, pretty-busy-lately to wrap those drafts.

It’s not that I want to sound so important or workaholic. It’s just, I’m excited about too many things including my new 7 subjects in campus (if you wonder what subjects am I taking, they are, ummm, geological :P Such as: Structural Geology, or Principles of Stratigraphy). Beside academic stuff, I’m also very very very excited about my freelance jobs in GADIS magazine. Wowww, I’m making some nice new friends :)

Actually there are still many things I haven’t told, but well, let’s just skip them. I’m just telling you my very next excitement:

I’m writing a script for a short film! :D

It’s titled: Seven Wonders.

Seven Wonders
Chris and Irene. Both had the same favorite menu and watched the same venue. Both were writers and caffeinated. Both were loners and loved to wonder. But they didn’t know that much to pair their loneliness. Even just to wonder together.

Somehow, not being together didn’t make them not-a-pair.
Because God was always on the timeline.

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A short film by Ramda Yanurzha, written by Puti Karina Puar. Starring Rara Sekar Larasati and Ben Laksana.
Coming soon, on October 2009.

Okay, let me write a bit about this.

At the very first place, Ramda, my partner-in-crime, invited me to join up with him, making a short film. Actually, film-making is not really my thing, but I love writing. I thought it would be nice to try scriptwriting. (well, I was right!)

Then I wrote the script. In English. I don’t know, but I’m not Goenawan Mohamad who can write in Bahasa Indonesia without being exaggeratedly poetic or cheesy. I know my English is not that good, but I took the risk.

It was about a girl (Irene) and a guy (Chris) who loved to wonder about many things. They both were writers. They visited the same restaurant, sat on the same site, looked through the same window, but they never met. They lived on the same place in different era.

So glad that many people like it (well, umm, it was actually Ramda who showed the script to our friends. I hardly talked that I was writing a script :P). The script (or, the story idea) also successfully brought Ramda to be a finalist of LA Lights Indie Movie short story competition from Bandung.

Well, currently, we’re on progress of this short film.
It’s quite unbelievable, since I’m NOT into movies. Actually Ramda takes care of almost all things. But I helped a lot :D I drew and designed the poster. I even became the tallentspotter :D

Uh. Please wish this-short-film luck.
Actually, I always have this little worry: getting bored of working on this.
Wish me luck then.

And in case you’re interested about this short film, you can visit or follow its tumblr, and its Facebook Page.

:)

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un -
Surely we belong to Allah and to Him shall we return.
QS Al-Baqara: 156

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Tanggal 19 Agustus kemarin, teman gue meninggal. Jenazahnya ditemukan di pantai setelah terseret ombak dan 3 hari hilang di Pangandaran. Namanya Yogie. Dia adalah teman satu angkatan gue di Teknik Geologi. Walaupun kita hampir selalu sekelas; belajar bareng, diospek bareng, push up bareng, bikin acara bareng, tapi sebetulnya gue nggak terlalu dekat sama dia.

Ada sedikit penyesalan gue dulu nggak ngobrol sama dia lebih banyak. Gue bahkan baru tau kalau dia asal Pekanbaru setelah dia meninggal. :(

Maaf, Yog.
Baik-baik di sana, ya.

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“Death takes the good, too good to stay, And leaves the bad, too bad to take away”
-Anonymous

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Are you such a dreamer
To put the world to rights
I’ll stay home forever
Where two and two always makes a five
…

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I live and love my life. With uncountable blessing, and every second to laugh. I love it all. All. I love my grandma, and my parents, and my brother, and my friends from high school or college or even the cyberspace. I love every book I own, and every bag I bought.

But sometimes I feel like Oskar, from Safran Foer’s novel, Extremely Loud Incredibly Close.

The next morning I told Mom I couldn’t go to school again. She asked what’s wrong. I told her, “The same thing that’s always wrong.” “You’re sick?” “I’m sad.” “About Dad?” “About everything.” She sat down on the bed next to me, even though I knew she was in a hurry. “What’s everything?” I started counting on my fingers.

After that, Oskar mentioned all the things he felt so wrong but could never put to right. The list includes ‘nightmares’, ‘Microsoft Windows’, and ‘how Chinese people own Mexican restaurants but Mexican people never own Chinese restaurants’.

This book is so a must-have. But that’s not my point here. The point is, like Oskar, I’m sometimes sad about the same things that’s always wrong.

(No offense. No offense, please. No offense, please please me. Even Oskar mentioned ‘Microsoft Windows’ as a wrong thing.  This is just our cynicism about capitalism.)

Brandminded people who worship expensive clothing, people who are obsessed with popularity, girls who think those girls on magazines have perfect lives, the dusty pavements in Bekasi, Indonesian bands those sound like Malaysians, girls with red hair and too bold mascara that makes them look 10 years older, black plastic bags, people who overdid their photos with Adobe Photoshop or LightRoom to have Lomography weakness, corny Facebook statuses, teenagers who talk with Marshanda’s “gueeeyy” jive, teenagers who use BlackBerry just to tweet and twat with BB Messenger, UNO and other card games played in cafes, fashion bloggers wannabes with terrible picture resolutions,

&

how there are so many heartbreaking reality and the same amount of arrogant and selfish people.

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Because you’re not there
Payin’ attention
Payin’ attention
Payin’ attention
Payin’ attention

2 + 2 = 5 (Radiohead)

The cars remain
I could not be seen with you
Working half the time and looking fine

Mew – The Zookeeper’s Boy
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(Still having the last bite of MEWphoria from the last Java Rockin’ Land.)