
Can't it be the last?
Forget the Confederation Cup. Enough. I’m still disappointed. US could have won it and shown the American public that Yankees can play some football, the world’s game, the beautiful game. Read the rest of this entry »

Can't it be the last?
Forget the Confederation Cup. Enough. I’m still disappointed. US could have won it and shown the American public that Yankees can play some football, the world’s game, the beautiful game. Read the rest of this entry »

Now I get the idea
Up until 2 days ago, well last night actually, I didn’t put too much interest in the presidential election. Don’t say I don’t care. I care. I really do. I was just indifferent who will win it. As long it’s not someone named Megawati, it’s just fine with me.

Take your time in reading. There's no need to rush.
My first encounter with Romo Mangun’s Burung-Burung Manyar (The Weaver Birds) came about 5 years ago when I was in senior high. I found the first chapter of the novel in my old brownish Bahasa Indonesia text book. I though I liked it. I liked his satirical heavily-javanese-influenced Bahasa. But poor me, I couldn’t find ‘the real’ novel in bookstores in my lovely hometown, Bukittinggi. So, I decided to forget the book for a while, while hoping that one day, I’d find it somewhere.

The very first Indonesia Raya in the Olympic
A friend of mine, Fakhrul likes to talk about all the good things of the 90’s to the level that can make someone feel annoyed. I mean, deadly annoyed. If you happen to listen to him explaining about this stuff, you can only ask him to stop. His favorite parts? All the cartoons and kids movies broadcasted every Sunday. He will tell you that the kids of the 90’s were much happier than today’s kids. Debatable. Oh yeah, he loves the popular Tak-Tik Boom too. But hey, I won’t say I don’t miss the 90’s. I miss the music. I miss the life. I miss Soeharto. But most of all I miss the badminton.