Monthly Archive for August, 2008

Bismillah

Previously on NSINWH…
Mas Jim told me about Purawisata, a place where some singers sing and dance madly. So last night, I went to Purawisata with a friend of mine (I don’t have a permission to put his name here yet). Actually, I asked Jim to go together, since he went there once. But, in the end he refused to join us. Of course I asked several people, but there was no one has a great curiosity as I did.

Why the hell did you go there?
Sometimes, we just don’t have any reason for doing something. Or, if you guys really really need a reason, here it is: I’m looking for Elly Angelina, a woman who sang at Atmajaya’s Dies Natalis celebration. I’m considering her as one of my idols besides my beloved Hirosue Ryoko, Frida Lidwina, and Susan Bachtiar. So, there a reason is. Fair enough?

Okay, tell us what kind of sins you’ve done there…
Is it a terrible sin to just watching some woman sing and dance in “unofficial styles”? If you say, “it is a sin to watch some woman’s ‘aurat’ (part of body that should be covered and not to be shown to others)”, you’re definitely right. So, here I am, Mr. Wise… I was doing a crime there. I am a criminal. And my crime is my curiosity. My crime is watching some woman dancing and singing wildly, and tell the world a story from my own perspective. So, if you guys keep thinking about whether it’s a sin or not, yes it is. You’re right. You’re _always_ right. A person who just sits in front of a television is always right. So, from now, may I focus on my fukcing story?

Okay, okay, get it rolling…
Finally. Many thanks! I went there at 9 PM, and waited for my other friends (which eventually didn’t come). I bought tickets for Rp 10.100 each. Yeah, dunno where the Rp 100 came from.. And parking fee was extremely expensive, Rp 2000, which written as Rp 400 on the “parking ticket”.

Jim told me to not use any pants, jacket, t-shirt, even sandals, which show our identity. It might be because he felt a shame because he was there wearing a jacket that shows he’s a master student from reputable university (do I need to mention it’s UGM?). So, I wore a casual t-shirt and short pants, and _sandals_ which made me look like “a completely proletariat a la Indonesian”.

The stage was not big. It’s like a stage for celebrating our independence day at suburb area. But my friend and I quite agree: the sound system was nice. We were late, because it was the second singer we watched at the first time. Her name’s Eny Rosita, because the master of ceremony kept saying it loudly every time a new singer (or dangduters, a singer who sings “dangdut”, a type of music which (may) originally came from Indonesia, mostly use “gendang” or “kendang” (a musical instrument, like small drums, and its sounds are like “dang” and “dut”. May be they were the term “dangdut” came from)) goes out. “Here she comes… Eny Roooosiiiitaaaaaaa!!!” and the spectators yelled out. Haha.

After several songs, which I don’t know how to sing it, the MC back to the stage, the singer went in. And the musician, people who play guitar, bass, drum, kendang, keyboard, seruling (traditional flute, made from bamboo), played a kind of short melody (to make people aware that a singer is coming). After that, the singer made a short talk with the spectators, like “Anyone wants to sing with me?” or “How was it? Have you _wet_ enough?” or “Dance wildly, Mas…(Mas is used to address a man who older than you)” or “Any request? Tali kutang (a song’s title)? Karmila? Sahara?” and of course, they did it with ah-uh-please-seduce-me-Sir styles. Let me say it again, ah-uh-please-seduce-me-Sir styles. Haha.

Me and my friend damn agreed about a singer (I forget her name, since my brain kept thinking about Elly Angelina) who used a hat and jeans: she definitely sucks! My grandma could sing better! Give our money back! And finally after that silly singer, I found a singer who sang a song that sounds familiar to me: Ketahuan by Matta. So, I was dancing there (Jim told me that when someone doesn’t dance, it means he is only thinking about that ah-uh-please-seduce-me-Sir styles). So, I dance. No, not waltz, tango, ballet, rumba, or folk. But just a simple dance, a dance from the proletariat’s manual book. Just let your two thumbs moving circularly, and keep your body moves forward and backward, along with the rhythm. A simple dance, and very proletarian. Haha.

I found many “transgender” (Longman Dictionary says it as “a general word for people who feel that they belong to the other sex, and not the sex they were born with, and who express this in their sexual behaviour”, but I don’t know what Oprah’s thinking) there. And sometimes, they looked like a real woman (if they’re man). I will write about them someday (someday means “not so soon”). And I also found many drunker. But, I also found another Mr. Wise like you. You know.. A person who wore a white long shirt, with kopiah, may be to keep the performance running safely and under control.

After several monotonous of “Here she comes, Vera Swaraaa!” or “Trias Anantaaa” or whoever, a short melody, “any request, Mas?”, “Pagodaaa..(it’s a name of the group)”, songs that I don’t know (complete with that ah-uh-please-seduce-me-Sir styles), I went out at 10 PM. There was two additional singers left, but I thought Elly Angelina was not one of them. By the way, you could know all of performance schedule from the billboard that located near the ticket box. There are many groups you can choose : Lathansa, Satria, Irama Buana, Puranada, Star Galaxy, and so on. Fortunately (or unfortunately?), Purawisata’s manager decided to not open the show during the fasting month. Oh, my Elly Angelina…

Hm, such a nasty story. What did you do next?
After 10 PM, I went to Shelter at Demangan Baru for playing billiard. My friends were playing there since 9 PM. That’s the reason why they didn’t join me. That was the 3rd billiard play in my life. Although I kept thinking about Elly Angelina, me and my friend could win when playing a team-match. And for the first time, I beat my friend (he is totally expert in billiard) in a 9-ball game. Hmmm…*take a deep breath* What a life…