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Friday, March 25, 2011

Tri Mas Ketir

Heyhooo. Setelah capek dengan post-post sok English saya yang kemaren-kemaren (silakan buka sendiri), saya kembali lagi dengan Bahasa Indonesia wahahaha karena SMANSA DAY nanti temanya adalah merah putih! Wohoooo! *heboh sendiri*

Ada yang bertanya-tanya kenapa saya heboh sendiri? Karena beban berat sudah terlepaskan (ceile)... yaitu DRAMA! Ya, drama. Semacem teater kecil yang harus kita lakukan demi memenuhi salah satu kolom nilai pelajaran Bahasa Indonesia. Kelompok saya baru aja pentas tadi dan Alhamdulillah, semuanya pada suka sama dramanya, walaupun ada bagian-bagian yang tidak menyentil saraf mereka untuk tertawa (karena emang tergolong garing dan nggak lucu dan nggak patut mendapat tawa mereka).

Sesuai judulnya, drama kelompok kita berjudul TRI MAS KETIR. Mungkin kalian pernah mendengar namanya di suatu tempat. Maksudnya adalah THREE MUSKETEERS, dan Tri Mas Ketir ini adalah versi kampungnya. Jangan bayangin tampangnya Charlie Sheen, Kiefer Sutherland, atau Oliver Platt dulu ya, karena cerita drama kita beda banget sama cerita originalnya Three Musketeers.



Sinopsis:
Tiga sekawan; Jefri Marzuki, Ferdy Halid, dan Aditya Wiharjo yang berjuluk Tri Mas Ketir, menyukai teman sekolah mereka yang bernama Karina. Di saat mereka gila-gilaan cari perhatian si Karina, mereka juga harus berusaha mewujudkan impian mereka yang rasanya tidak mungkin -- Jefri pengen banget jadi penyanyi kayak Bruno Mars, tapi logat sundanya lebih eksis daripada skill bermusiknya; Ferdy pengen nyaingin Irfan Bachdim jadi pemain bola terkenal, tapi selalu disangkutpautkan dengan kasus omnya, Nurdin Halid (peace -_-v); dan Aditya yang bangga banget menyandang predikat 'calon dokter', harus urut dada karena biaya masuk Fakultas Kedokteran nggak semurah permen cepe'an.

Kalau dilihat dari segi cerita, biasa banget ya cerita anak sekolahan. Saya nggak bisa mikir cerita yang lebih bagus lagi haha jadi balik lagi ke anak sekolah. Inti ceritanya sih saya yang buat, tapi pengembangan ceritanya kita mikir bareng-bareng, dan akhirnya kembali ke saya lagi. Oh iya, saya nggak main peran apa-apa di drama ini. Saya bertugas sebagai operator saja hahaha (seperti waktu kelas 10). Tapi saya ngerasa nggak enak juga euy sama temen-temen yang lain. Maap yak pren :(

But I was impressed with their performances. I was like, "Oh my God, they're so great! I don't have to worry about the roles I gave to them!"

Walaupun ada beberapa bagian yang agak-agak mengecewakan bagi saya (juga mungkin penonton dan pemain lain -- apalah daya, manusia pasti berbuat kesalahan), tapi saya salut dengan teman-teman sekelompok saya (nyesel banget tadi nggak sempet ngambil foto bareng-bareng sekelompok -_-). Saluuuuttt!
Oh, mereka sampai bilang kalau saya adalah sutradara yang bagus *cieeeh* They called me a great director, guys! Amin, amin... Mudah-mudahan saya bisa menjadi sutradara yang lebih bagus lagi dan bisa buat film Indonesia semakin bagus haha amiiin. *obsesi mode ON*

Ki-ka: Adisti (Iqi), Sandra (Garis), Ibu Peri si Narator (Asti), dan Karina (Ara)

With me :) *bulet banget ya wajah saya haha*


This is our Tri Mas Ketir: Aditya (Taufik), Ferdy (Dimas), dan Jefri (Efan)

THANKS TO:
Efan, Dimas, Taufik, Ara, Garis, Asti, Iqi, Naufal, Diar, Eden, Panji -- and the rest of the audiences! :)

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

#horrorshortstory (Episode 2 - Hospital Edition)

Just like what I said in my previous post, I'll tell you about the 2nd episode of #horrorshortstory, which I created last night (about 5 - 8 pm @ my Twitter -- if you tuned in at the time, you'd see my tweets). I was visiting my aunt who had a gallbladder disease (kalau nggak salah denger) at Omni International Hospital. Suddenly these ideas about making some horror story just popped up. Enjoy :)


  • "I had an accident and was brought to the hospital. They placed me in 1st class room. They said I was placed alone in that room, but... (this is my first #horrorshortstory tweet and wasn't enough for one tweet. Ghifari thought that I really had an accident, LOL) ...I heard two people talking from the bed beside mine every night." #horrorshortstory
  • "Nurse, I was talking to a girl named Lily last night. Do u know her?" |  "Lily?! She's just passed away 2 days ago!" #horrorshortstory
  • "Excuse me, I want to visit my friend. He's staying in room 403." | "I'm sorry. We don't have 4th floor here." #horrorshortstory
  • When you get into the elevator, the elevator lamp blinks at number 5. As far as you know, this is the 3-story hospital. #horrorshortstory
  • "Nurse, is there any injured nurse here?" | "No. Why?" | "I saw one of you last night. She dragged herself in the floor." #horrorshortstory
  • "Hi, I'm Hannah from room 312. You?" | "I'm Tessa from that room." | "What room?" | "That one." (pointing at Mortuary) #horrorshortstory
  • A: I heard some noises from the Mortuary... | B: Maybe the corpses are partying! Hahaha | C: No, we're playing cards. #horrorshortstory
  • "Krik... Krik..." | "W-who's there?!" | "Me." | "Oh God! I thought you were ghost!" | "I am." (he's flying) #horrorshortstory
  • "The maximum people of elevator is 7. There are 5 of us inside, but the alarm beeps suddenly." #horrorshortstory
  • "Dad, you're so mean! You left me alone in the waiting room!" | "Alone? I saw another girl there, that's why I left you!" #horrorshortstory
  • "Mummy!" | "Yes, sweety?" | "Not 'mommy' but MUMMY! There! Behind you!" | "It's just a doll, sweety" (the mummy's walking) #horrorshortstory
  • "You're not going anywhere last night?" | "How could I? I broke my leg!" | "But I saw you walking around the cafetaria..." #horrorshortstory
  • "There must be something wrong. I signed in for 1 person." | "But the doctor was sure that there were 2 girls in the room" #horrorshortstory
  • (On the phone) "Thanks guys for the doll. She can sing and dance. Love it." | "Hmm... We didn't give you a doll." #horrorshortstory
  • "I just met a cute little girl on the 2nd floor!" | "Dude, are you sure? Children's not allowed to enter that place." #horrorshortstory
  • "The nurse just came in, checked my blood." | "No, sweetie, I'm the only nurse left in this floor." #horrorshortstory
  • "Did you just call me?" | "No." | "Are you sure? This is room 209 right?" | "Yes. I'm alone here and I didn't call you." #horrorshortstory
  • I saw a girl crying in front of the Mortuary. When I asked her what happened, she said "They haven't found my eyes yet." #horrorshortstory
  • "Hey sist, would you help me?" | "Yes, what's that?" (turned around) | "Help me rearrange my face." #horrorshortstory
  • "My roommate is really funny! He's always joking every time I feel alone!" | "Bro, you are in VIP room." #horrorshortstory



What do you think?
Maybe someday I'll make the longer version of these tweets, make it into a real short story. Hahaha.
I don't have any ideas for the next edition yet, but you might check my Twitter for updates. I always tweet the #horrorshortstory there :)

#horrorshortstory (Episode 1 - Blackout Edition)

About 1 and a half months ago, exactly on January 31st, my house got blackout. If you are my followers on Twitter, maybe you knew some of my tweets about horror story in blackout with #horrornight hashtag. Here are the tweets:
  • I don't like using candle, because in some horror movies, candle is one of the reasons why we are afraid of the dark.
  • Have you ever tried to flash your own room with flashlight or candle during the blackout? You might found something... #horrornight
  • You found a clown doll moving by itself. You tell your Mom & surprisingly she says that there's no such thing in the house... #horrornight
  • You go to the kitchen and see your Mom there. You go back and get a phone call from her, asking you to open the front door #horrornight
  • The TV turns on by itself when you know that IT'S BLACKOUT #horrornight

It's not really creepy, right? Because my house in blackout isn't really creepy at all haha. Don't miss the next #horrorshortstory edition -- Hospital Edition!

(Off topic: Just watched Barcelona vs Arsenal, which Barca won, and Robin Van Persie got a red card!!! I'm okay about the Barca-wins-bla-bla-bla but not about the red card! *I'm a Van Persie fan, not really Arsenal's :)*)

Monday, March 7, 2011

Talk and Talk and Talk and Talk

Talk and talk and talk and talk
Baby let's just knock it off
They don't know what we been through
They don't know 'bout me and you

Actually, I didn't mean to sing Heartless. I just took one line from the song for this post's title, hahaha. By the way, I like Kris Allen's versions (American Idol version and album version) of this song rather than the original--Kanye West's. (Ok it's really not important)

This post is about talking. Yea, talking. Talking is when you talk to someone and he/she talks to you too. I'm sorry if this joke is not even funny, just keep reading, ok? (Wait, did I say I was joking? -,-) What I was trying to say is... talking with someone else in English.

Haha, you know guys, I'm  not really good in English so don't try to compare me with my friends who write blogs in English like Putri and Tami. They're experts in this kind of thing.
I don't know, I'm just feeling stupid about English. I can write in English (I made an English short story -- but I'm sure there are so many wrong spellings & grammars -_-), but I can't speak English well... I can't talk to someone in English. The words popped up in my mind but I couldn't say it fluently. So sad.

Now I have 2 new uncles, one from England and the other from Italy. There are 2 choices for me: do chat with them (in English) or don't. Hey, if I don't talk to them, they'll think 2 versions of me: I'm arrogant or I can't speak English. If they think I can't speak English... oh come on, I listen to western music, I watch western movies, I read some English books/stories... (sometimes) I tweet in English... so embarrassing.

What should I do?

I'm a silent type, which means I-better-shut-my-mouth-if-I-don't-know-anything or I-don't-really-like-talking-to-someone-I-just-knew-for-five-minutes. But I try to talk as much as I can. So, the point is... I assume that writing is much better than talking -- that's me.

(PS: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm soooo sorry if this post contains some wrong spellings & grammars. I'm just... you know, learning.)