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Happy-go-lucky concert goer yet hopeless romantic Taurean. I speak fluent Javanese, Indonesian, English, and Sarcasm. Forever in love with Liverpool FC, Children, L'Arc~en~Ciel, Cats, Chocolate, and Purple. Steven Gerrard is Legend. Iron Man is Superhero.

Friday, 28 June 2013

Fifty Shades of Grey-ed

"Oh, Anastasia... what you do to me?"

I melted and smiled to myself every time I read Christian Grey's line. I'm probably late about all this Fifty Shades hysteria but trust me, better late than never.

At first I didn't notice what those 3 books contained or read what the critics said. Last time I checked, I was busy sinking my thought into Christian Grey's persona. Frankly, I was quite impressed by his multi-polar character. If I were Anastasia Steele, I would do the same thing as there are always 3 sides to every story: his side, her side, and in the books their (dr. Flynn, Carrick and Grace, Elena, and probably Taylor) side. It's not easy being Anastasia Steele. I know that kinda feeling exactly. I'm glad it's just a bipolar person I deal with. But bipolar itself is more than enough. It's really really time consuming.

The Fifty Shades Trilogy left me mostly jaw dropped and smiled ridiculously. A pretty nice combo I must say. I mean, I read similar books like Harlequin or else but Fifty Shades were rather edgy. I remember I finished the first one this January and to be honest, I was influenced by Ana Steele's smart mouth. My sharp-tongued has been developing better since I knew Ana Steele. Hahaha. Thanks, EL James. You made an inspiring tenacious woman here.

Erotic? Well, yes. I heard some negative comments about Fifty Shades' prose but I didn't find it really like that. I mean, there's some light comedy inside which probably didn't need those artful literary sentences to describe. It's... fine. 

Maybe Christian Grey is a BDSM lover or probably the exquisite figure of dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Despite of whatever the name he got, his life changing process is one interesting issue. You see, we can't change people for what they are but we can be the reason for people to change. In this case, Christian's gradual changes were mostly because of Ana. Christian Grey had no fear. His first ever fear was probably the departure of Ana. He was devastating and had the lowest point in his life since he was left by his crack whore mother. This version of Christian Grey, I like, A LOT. Well who doesn't love to see a man of our own cries because of us AND in front of us? It's good to have someone who's afraid, very afraid to lose you.

The appearances of Anastasia Steele's inner goddess. This is more like our hidden alter-ego. Whenever I read about it, a scene of Sakura (a female ninja character in Naruto) appeared in my head. That's the inner goddess. I think every single woman got one inside. It's fun!

What else I love from the books... hmmm... their amusing emails! I giggled when I read each of those. The subjects changed, the signatures changed, the use of capital letters, quite entertaining. 

I myself have some gorgeous men in my head that might be perfect figure to be Christian Grey; well, at least when I read the description of him, these 2 men were in my head.

Meet Todd Anthony Tyler. A Canadian. Former model and now a photographer. He's got the Grey's eyes, Grey's mega-giga-terawatts smile, but not copper hair. Todd is a very warm-hearted celeb I've ever known. He followed me on Twitter and gosh, he's suuuuuuper nice! The fact that he's married to Karina Smith (who's so gorgeous, as gorgeous as he is) is kinda heartbreaking. Life is unfair... they're sooo perfect! Ok enough with the drama, here he is...

I would love trading places with Karina even just for a day. I swear I can stare at those eyes for everrr!

Ok, next. Alexander Skarsgard. A Swedish actor. I knew him from my favorite series, True Blood. He plays as Eric Northman, a very old vampire. He's tall, like TALL and no copper hair but still, he's the other figure who popped up inside my head whenever I read any description about Grey's anatomy (apart from Todd, of course).
This one, reminds me of Grey's study. Alex could dye his hair into copper and transforms as Grey perfectly.
The look! OMG, the look! It's so Christian Grey.

The photo below shows that Grey's hang-off-hips jeans which drives Ana (and I) crazy... Alex, you ARE Christian Grey!

Am now reading the third book and maintaining my expectations, hahaha.
Well, for those of you who never read the books, read. It's not a bad deal for a newbie reader to start some erotic (as what wiki said) genre experience. I myself get a copy of the first and since its addictive effect, I read the 2nd and 3rd on my phablet. So here I share the ebook version of the 1st and the 2nd.

Enjoy and laters, baby... ;)




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Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Welcoming The New Boys to The Shrine

It's been a while since my last post about football thingy. This time I want to congratulate some new signings.

Youngsters, I may say, as their ages are particularly young. I begin to think that LFC is the new Arsenal, no? 

The first one, Kolo Toure. Came to LFC with free transfer from Manchester City after his contract expired on June 30, 2013. A replacement for Jamie Carragher? We'll see...

The second signing, Luis Alberto Romero. He's only 20 and brought from Sevilla for 6.8 mio pounds. I was thinking that THIS Luis might replace THAT Luis but I quickly put myself in a grip... in a big big hope it's not gonna happen. Amen.

I don't understand about this double home kit in one photo. I just don't understand.
But I have my favorite here, Luis with Indonesian flag. So, I'll see you later Luis. :)

Next is Iago Aspas Juncal. A 25 y.o striker from Celta Vigo and worth 7 mio pounds. This bad boy-like player is probably gonna threat the opponent team as I myself can see it through his facial expression. Haha. Sorry, Iago.
My club already got one bad boy and added this bad boy-like so practically there will be double Luis in the front line. Interesting. Hope they can get along very quick, well at least they share the same mother tongue.

The third signing, is a goalkeeper. As Gulacsi moved, only two goalies left. Meet Simon Mignolet, a 24 y.o Belgian goalie. Previously played for Sunderland. He's worth 11 mio pounds (more or less). He was pretty fine with The Black Cats, several clean sheets. I do really think that LFC need a young goalie and when they got him, well, pleasant.
I'm not a pundit or sth like that so I'm not gonna act like miss know-it-all, just like the title up there, I only greet these newcomers. Welcome to the home of football, the Shrine, Anfield.


YNWA.

I Stopped. He Noticed.

Couldn't recall when was the last time I texted him. Days, I guess.

What do you expect when you text someone?
a. a quick reply
b. a less quick reply
c. a late reply as in 'better late than never'
d. no reply (well this is not quite an expectation but shit happens as they probably feel reluctant to reply or maybe you're not THAT significant)

I declared to give up on him since he didn't reply my text for more than 48 hrs. I began to think the D expectation. No reply PLUS the fact that my existence is not THAT significant according to him. Or else, he might think that I'm kinda annoying which I think I'm not. Hey, I rarely text you. You know it and you also know that my texts were mostly none of those I'm-trying-to-make-myself-close-to-you lines.

I think it's 99.9% accurate when we stop doing certain thing to certain someone, that's the time when they notice you. Your existence. Your certain thing. YOUR TEXT, to be exact. That's the most common thing or I may say... natural. If you wanna get their attention, stop giving yours. That's how nature works, Baby.

I myself found that he's kinda felt guilty for ignoring my almost-one-week text. Usually he never text me THIS long, almost like a normal convo when we're hang out. Wait, I rarely hang out. With friends, yes. Just us, NO. I only remember last week I decided to stop. Well, give up on him, to be exact. I was ready with my white flag... for real. But now? Oh, Man... I don't know what should I do to him. Well, I know but I'm trying to seek for some excuses. Lame.

Don't lose a grip. Just. Don't. Lose. 

What is it with boys wearing glasses?

Wednesday, 5 June 2013

Anak-anak, Ibu Rindu...

Tiba-tiba saja aku teringat celoteh Yco David,

"Ibu, look! Look, Ibu! I can do this alone. I'm so awesome!"

Anak itu... fisiknya kecil, kulit cokelatnya membedakan ia dengan saudara-saudara yang separuh Belanda, tapi kecerdasannya cukup besar untuk mengalahkan mereka. 


Kakaknya, Aaron, tampan dan fisiknya besar. Jago olahraga dan matematika namun lemah dalam bahasa. Si kecil Jesse, 4 tahun, menganggapku teman mainnya dan selalu memanggilku "Kamu," bukan "Ibu" seperti kedua kakaknya. Ah... iya. Tara. Bagaimana mungkin aku lupa si bayi mungil bermata bulat itu. Entah apa yang membuatnya selalu bergelayut manja saat aku tiba. "Anyiiiiiiih!" sekuat tenaga ia memanggil namaku dan berlari... hap! Aku menangkapmu, Tara! :)

Keluarga David menjadi bagian dari hari-hariku sejak 2 tahun lalu. Aku adalah guru home schooling bagi putra putri Meneer Raymond dan Ibu Endang. 4 anak sekaligus. Kekacauan kerap kali terjadi di rumah besar bernuansa eklektik itu. Aaron ingin didahulukan. Yco tak mau dinomorduakan. Jesse capek ketika membuka buku PR. Dan Tara... Tara ingin ikut semua pelajaran yang kakak-kakaknya ikuti. Chaos. :)

Keadaan 180° di rumah keluarga Revuelta. Lily Dhevi Revuelta, si cantik muridku yang lain. Putri kesayangan Monsieur Hugues Revuelta dan Ibu Sita. Lily tak punya saudara perempuan. Setiap aku datang, ia senang sekali. Selalu ingin cepat menyelesaikan pelajaran karena hendak menghabiskan waktu yang tersisa dengan menonton DVD bersamaku.

"I wish you could stay longer every time you come here..." ujarnya setengah memohon.


Anak-anak. Makhluk-makhluk kecil itu telah menjadi ciptaan Tuhan favoritku selama bertahun-tahun.
Perjalananku memberikan bantuan ke desa-desa pasca gempa Yogyakarta beberapa tahun yang lalu tak akan kulupakan begitu saja. Itulah awal dimana aku menemukan passionku, alter-egoku. Aku, seorang guru.
Masih kuingat betapa sulitnya menahan cucuran air mata saat pertama bertemu anak-anak yang mencari buku-buku pelajaran mereka diantara reruntuhan tembok rumah. Hal yang dapat membahayakan jiwa mereka.
"Belum ngerjakan PR, nanti Bu Guru marah."
"Kertas ulangan saya yang dapat nilai 10 ada di dalam rumah!"
"Buku tulis saya masih baru... itu hadiah dari Bapak."
Sungguh, besar sekali keinginan mereka untuk kembali bersekolah. Mengabaikan keselamatan demi mendapatkan kembali 'harta' mereka. Saat itu juga aku kembali ke mobil. Aku masuk, mengunci pintu dan menangis. Aku tak ingin terlihat sedih di depan mereka yang jagoan itu. "Tenang, Rani, tenang... pikirkan bagaimana cara membantu mereka..."
Kuseka air mataku kemudian berlari menghampiri mereka.

"Kalian mau belajar lagi?" tanyaku kepada salah satu dari mereka

"Ya mau, Mbak. Tapi kan sekolah ambruk."

"Tapi kalian mau kan belajar lagi? Dua hari lagi Mbak datang ya, kita belajar!" ucapku ke mereka.

"Belajar di kemah (tenda) ya gak apa-apa kok Mbak! Tapi gak punya pensil..."

"Nanti Mbak bawakan. Buku tulis, pensil, penghapus, penggaris, apa lagi?"

"Jajan, Mbaaak!" celoteh mereka serempak.

Sinau. Sejak saat itu Sinau menjadi sekolah berjalan mereka. Aku dan kedua teman yang kuajak bersama-sama mengajar anak-anak bersemangat itu. Satu dusun, dua dusun, tiga, begitu seterusnya. Hingga saat aku mengambil Kuliah Kerja Nyata, aku pun memilih seksi pendidikan dasar. Seperti cawan kosong, aku merasa penuh setelahnya. Aku menyukai hal ini. Anak-anak, mengajar, ini menyenangkan!

Aku masih merasa, mengajar, menjadi seorang guru adalah alter-egoku yang terbaik. Selepas memperoleh gelar Sarjana Sastra, aku menjadi guru di sebuah sekolah berkurikulum internasional di luar kota Yogyakarta. Petualangan baru yang tak kalah menyenangkan.

Wajahku yang tergolong antagonis menurut orang kebanyakan, ternyata tidak demikian dengan anak-anak di kelas Austria. Mereka dengan cepat akrab denganku. Aku sendiri heran. Kok bisa ya? :D

Aku rindu anak-anakku...

Aku rindu suara tawa dan tangis mereka.

Aku rindu tangan-tangan kecil yang berusaha menggapaiku hanya untuk sekedar meminta pelukan.
Aku rindu mulut mungil mereka memanggilku, "Ibu..." sebuah panggilan yang mulia.
Aku rindu perasaan dibuat kesal dan geram karena mereka merajuk.

Anak-anak, Ibu rindu...
:'(