18 June 2010

Urban Jazz Crossover 2010

A bit outdated but I still wanna share this experience to ALL of you!

Yeah, Nanda and I watched the 2010 Urban Jazz Crossover last week.

They got great musicians taking part in it. Eq Puradiredja, Achmad Albar, Ello, Sandhy Sondoro, Dewi Sandra, Kikan, Ipang, violist Maylaffayza, DJ Cream, rapper Boogieman, "sinden" Yuyun, Drew, and of course, the Indonesia's #1 jazz pianist...

Taking place in Ritz Carlton Ballroom, Pacific Place, it didn't need any serious effort from me and Nanda to go to the venue after a basketball practice in Senayan we got at a few hours before the concert started. The ticket price was also not that expensive for that loads of awesome musicians. It costs fifty thousand rupiahs. My parents and Nanda's have also given their full permission for us to watch the concert.

Our only thing was that the concert, sponsored by Dji Sam Soe, which is, as we all know, a cigarette brand, was not allowed to have audiences aged younger than 18 y.o. I am 5 months away from being 18 and Nanda has just celebrated her 17th birthday few weeks ago.

I have asked kak Novan Yahya, a university student Jazzuality reporter, about this thing. He said that I don't need to be worried as they won't have time to check EVERY SINGLE audience's ID card. He said that the last year's event was full of teenagers crowd. That's quite logical, so Nanda and I went to the venue without any further thought about this thing.

Problems started to rouse when we arrived at the venue. It was only a few minutes after the ticket boxes opened, so there wasn't too many people already, and event officials there, yes, they checked everyone who's entering the venue's id card. Yes. Every single one. Seeing that, Nanda and I turned our backs, walked off the entrance gate, tried to figure out what to do.

Okay, so this is the condition: We got 3 ID cards with us. They were mine, Nanda's, and the copied version of my sister's. The last one was the only id card accepted to enter the venue.

After making phone calls to kak Novan Yahya, who was laughed and convinced us that the event officials will let us through and if they're not, promised to help us, and having crepes (well, Nanda and I was starving. We were just done a basketball practice, remember?) we decided to try to enter the venue with this arragement :

Nanda, who is smaller and look younger than me, will be using my sister's id, so she would be officially not-under-18 and I, who is just months away to be 18, will be using my very own ID card. If they don't let both of us through, we will not get in there and we'll wait for kak Novan Yahya.

That simple.

After a non stop "Bismillah", carrying a bunch of courage and confident, we went to the entrance gate, showed the ID cards they asked for, and get in! Yeay! The let us through! Alhamdulillah. Thank You, dear Lord.

Our next problem was that we still needed to show our ID cards to buy the tickets. I tried to buy the tickets using a "Buy 1 get 1 free" voucher I got from the internet, but they didn't accept the voucher since there was my name on it and my ID card showed that I'm not 18 y.o yet. So we bought the regular tickets, using my sister's ID card. 1 ID card for two tickets. I know that it was not allowed, and of course so did the ticket box keeper. But she gave us the tickets. Again, Alhamdulillah. Thanks, Mighty GOD :)

 the ticket

After having our tickets, Nanda and I went out of the venue to do Shalat Maghrib. We were a bit afraid that we couldn't get in again, or they would ask our ID cards again and not letting us in because we didn't have the acceptable ones. But none of them happened. We could easily get in there again by showing our tickets. God is realllllllly Good, my friend.

Finally, we queued to enter the ballroom. We also met kak Novan Yahya I've been talking on the cellphone with. I told him that Nanda and I were still very afraid because there were also some officials at the ballroom entrance who seemed to check our ID cards. Kak Novan Yahya, again, laughed and said that there was nothing to worry about since they wouldn't have time to do that. Seeing the length of the queues, I could really trust what he said that time.

And yes, Kak Novan Yahya was right. They didn't ask for our ID cards. Not again. Nanda and I and Kak Novan Yahya and his fellow reporter got a very nice spot in the front rows, right in front of 2 keyboard sets on the left of the stage. There were 3 keyboard sets on stage. The other one was on the right of the stage. Can't stop thanking God that the one I was in front of it was Indra Lesmana's.

And the show began. It was magnificent. Too aweeeeeeeeeesome. Worth all the lies Nanda and I made.

Those brilliant musicians + super amazing, hard working big band (which includes drums, trumpets, saxes, even KENDANG!) + extra innovative backdrop + STAGE DRAMA FROM THE MUSICIANS! What more can I say. It really was a blast.

My words can never describe it. Nor Jazzuality's. But they write it thousands time better. So click here to read their report.

And here comes the big thing

See that? At least I have something that is MORE than what he has. Height. :p

Have a wonderful day dear readers!

p.s : Envy is so human. So, spill it out :p.

17 June 2010

Holiday Writing and Reading Project

It's 12.39 AM right now and I was having my right-before-going-to-sleep glass of milk when the idea of making this blog post crossed my mind. See? Magic DOES happen on midnight. Well, okay, AROUND midnight.


Yes, holiday is coming, Guys. Since I'm gonna have to spend my holiday mostly at home, I initiate to do this ambitiously arranged project.

I call it Holiday Writing and Reading Project (doesnt sound very creative, eh?)

The goal is basically to WRITE a BLOGPOST EVERY SINGLE DAY during holiday. I (still) dont know when my school holiday officially starts and ends, but I assume the holiday ends on mid july so I will roughly get about 25 blogpost at the end of the project.

In addition, I'm also have to READ at least 60 pages of book EVERY SINGLE DAY.  This is reasonable. I find it HARD to write whenever I was not reading any books at the moment. So, yeah, for me, in order to write nicely I'm also gonna have to read nicely too. A good writer is a good reader, wiseman said (seriously, I forgot which wiseman said this wise thing :p)

Ambitiously arranged enough, not? :)

Need you guys support to accomplish this mission. (Wait, is this a mission, or a project, or what? Ah, I dont really care what it is. I want to do good things. Thats all. Besides, really, what is the difference between them? :p)

I'll see you guys later this day.

Bye bye for now :D

16 June 2010

Stupidity Runs in the Family

While we were talking about last night's football match between North Korea and Brazil.....

Sister : De, lo tau ga Kim Jong-il siapa?
Me    : Engga
Sister : Haaaaah masa ngga tau sih??? Bego loooo! 
Me    : Emang siapa?
Sister : Itu kan presidennya Korea Utaraaaaaaaa
Me    : Halah, paling si Ka iyan juga ngga tau
Sister : Ah masa sih? (head to my brother) Ka iyan, tau ngga presiden Korea Utara siapa?
Brother : (was sitting between me n my sister) Hmmmmmm.... (thinking) Kim Jong-il!
Sister : Tuh kan kaiyan tauuuu!!!! Bego lo deeee!!!

15 June 2010

Listening to What My Coach Says

I saw this photo while I was gazing thru my photos folders on my laptop computer. I found it very interesting. I cant have this kind of photos everyday, can I? Besides, I'm always keen to take photos with my coach. So, thanks to anyone who take this.

The photo is taken during Kejurnas Basket KU-18 2010 (the 2010 U-18 Women Basketball National Championship) in Medan, on December 2009. I cant remember what exactly my coach said when this photo is taken, but I do remember one big thing he said during the match.

He said, "Ayo dong, Nis... Aku udah sengaja ngga banyak nurunin kamu kemarin.....,,"

And from that time on, I know I have made him dissapointed. Again. Must be for the hundreds time.

It was a match againts one of the top teams in the championship, Jawa Tengah province. We were finally lost.

My coach is pretty much a good man. Moreover, he is a person i trust at. And I dont trust many people. And believe me, dissapointing a good person u trust at is gonna hurt you so bad.

And after what he did to me last weekend, I know I have to thank God for letting his being my coach.

Argh, no. I have to thank God for everything I got, dont I?

What a rubbish post *sigh*

Have a good day, readers :)

08 June 2010

A Sudden Thought

Gue pernah ngobrol dengan seorang seniman kelas atas Indonesia. Beliau cerita, beliau pernah bertemu dengan Pak SBY tahun 2006 lalu.

Di tengah pertemuan itu, beliau bertanya pada pak presiden:

Seniman   : Pak, gimana nih usaha pemerintah untuk mengatasi masalah pembajakan?

Pak SBY : Ya, kami sudah berusaha keras untuk itu. Tapi untuk saat ini, kamu memfokuskan diri pada ekonomi dan pemberantasan korupsi. Pada masa kerja berikutnya, kami akan fokus pada pendidikan dan kebudayaan.

Seniman    : Oh, kalo gitu berarti Bapak nyuruh saya untuk memilih Bapak lagi dong di pemilu berikutnya?

Menurut Si Seniman, Pak SBY cuma tersenyum waktu itu.


Sekarang, lebih dari 1 tahun setelah Pak SBY terpilih lagi menjadi Presiden, gue rasa sudah saatnya Si Seniman menagih ucapan Pak SBY waktu itu. Sayang, sekarang gue udah sangat sulit menghubungi Seniman itu, jadi sulit juga untuk mengingatkan beliau untuk menagih.

Tapi gimana sih yang kalian rasakan?

Kalo gue sih sejauh ini belum merasakan perubahan apapun.

Bayaran sekolah gue, yang merupakan sekolah negeri, tetep aja mahal. Sistem pendidikan juga masih tetep (maaf) busuk dan selalu membuat gue berpikir, apakah dengan belajar seperti ini, akan membuat gue seseorang yang lebih ber "isi" setelah lulus nanti?


Well, that was just a sudden thought after finishing this morning's exam.

Oh, yes, I'm still in exam week. It's gonna be over tomorrow, but still, I shouldn't be blogging in exam week, do I? :P

Have a good day, Fellas. Ciao!

07 June 2010

Leaving on a Jet Plane

Akhir-akhir ini gue lagi sering banget dengerin Leaving on a Jet Plane.
Dan lagu ini membuat gue memikirkan keberangkatan gue ke Amerika Serikat untuk AFS nanti.

Kalo gue berangkat ek Amerika,

Will they kiss me and smile for me?

Will they tell me that they'll wait for me?

Will they hold me like they'll never let me go?

Will they?

Hey, Nisa,
Who are "they"?

Well, "they" itu jelas bukan keluarga gue. They are my number ones. Sudah pasti mereka akan melakukan itu semua.

They itu teman-teman sekolah gue. Mulai dari teman-teman sekelas, teman-teman yang dulunya sekelas, Kepompong, anak-anak English Club, plurkers 8, temen-temen les Quantum, temen-temen di subsi Olahraga nya OSIS, termasuk orang-orang di sekolah yang gue ngga yakin mereka anggap gue teman atau engga.

They itu orang-orang di klub basket gue. Di tim gue terutama. Kumpulan orang-orang yang seperti gue, mendapat banyak pelajaran dari benda bundar yang bisa melompat kemana-mana itu. Apalagi 2 orang di tim gue juga berencana akan hijrah ke kota lain untuk meraih mimpi mereka.

They itu, orang-orang keren yang menemani gue di liburan akhir tahun 2008. Setiap hari kita ngobrol ngga jelas arahnya. Main game bareng. Diajarin main kartu pula :) Sampai akhirnya kita tahun baruan "bareng". Dan mereka ikut menyemangati gue pas gue Kejurnas di awal thaun 2009 lalu, dan membuat gue sangat bahagia. God, betapa berharapnya gue mereka menyelamati gue karena berhasil AFS, memberi saran dan petuah-petuah untuk hidup di Amerika (secara ada dari mereka yang pernah tinggal di sana).........................

And hey!

They itu juga termasuk kalian loh, para pembaca! Bisa sampai di blog saya yang url nya sangat belibet ini, bahkan sampai mau baca sampai akhir begini, gue yakin pasti ada "sesuatu" di antara kita. Hahahaha.

So, will you, Readers? :)

Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring

Leaving On A Jet Plane

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing

Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time, oh, let me kiss you
And close your eyes and I'll be on my way

Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times that I won't have to say ...

Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go