English, Memoir, Racauan, Workshop

Experience Expectations Ecstasy

Rezeki di tangan Tuhan, produksi di tanganmu.

Melihat ke belakang, saya tiba-tiba sadar bahwa saya orang yang cukup produktif dan kadang saya heran apa yang memacu produktivitas itu. Saya ingat saya mulai menulis cerpen sejak umur 7 tahun, ketika saya baru bisa belajar baca-tulis. Saya pernah menderita ADHD sejak balita, jadinya saya late bloomers—saya baru bisa baca-tulis ketika umur yang lumayan tua, dengan bantuan guru privat.

Sebelum saya bisa baca tulis, selalu ada energi besar di diri saya untuk mencari tahu, membuat, atau merusak sesuatu. Saya selalu kehilangan konsentrasi pada hal-hal yang saya tidak suka, tapi begitu saya suka pada sesuatu, saya akan terobsesi. Produksi-produksi saya tidak bisa dibilang bagus atau berguna (bahkan hingga sekarang). Saya tidak bisa membedakan motivasi saya membuat karya, dengan seorang gila yang menyusun batu-batu kerikil di rumah sakit jiwa.

Dan seperti orang gila itu, saya bebal terhadap orang yang menyuruh saya berhenti dan bilang kalau produksi saya tidak ada gunanya. Bedanya dengan orang gila, saya senang ketika ada kawan atau lawan yang mengkritik karya saya, memberi masukan, dan membuat produksi selanjutnya lebih baik. Paling tidak mereka melihat dan memerhatikan apa yang orang gila ini sedang buat.

Dalam keadaan apapun, saya berproduksi. Bahkan ketika tidak ada uang yang cukup ketika kuliah dulu, saya berusaha bikin teater, film dari handphone, puisi, atau cerpen. Namun dari semua itu, harus saya akui saya belum punya “notable works”, atau karya yang diakui orang lain sebagai sesuatu yang baik. Kecuali mungkin beberapa tulisan di blog atau di webmagazine. Sebagai penulis, saya cukup puas karena tak pernah mengirimkan tulisan ke media, tapi diminta beberapa media untuk menulis. Lucu, seperti menulis, dalam hal pekerjaan pun saya tidak pernah melamar. Saya selalu dilamar. Bukannya sombong, saya cuma tidak berbakat menjual diri saya pada orang. Tidak pernah sekalipun dalam hidup saya, saya berhasil dapat kerjaan dengan melamar, atau mendapatkan proyek dari pitching. Ujung-ujungnya saya selalu ditunjuk orang.

Mungkin ada orang-orang yang kebetulan melihat produk-produk saya yang medioker itu. Soal pekerjaan, saya juga dikenal murah, tapi (semoga) tidak murahan. Saya tidak pernah berpikir soal uang ketika ditunjuk proyek. Saya hanya memikirkan apakah proyek ini sejalan dengan idealisme saya, dengan apa yang saya percaya. Kalau tidak sejalan, saya akan tolak dari awal.

Bicara soal itu, saya akan berganti profesi utama tahun 2020, setelah 4 tahun menjadi produser dokumenter video. Mau jadi apa? Gampang. Di usia ini saya tak banyak pilihan lagi. Saya jadi yang saya sudah jadi: videographer, penulis, pengajar, seniman. Mungkin coba-coba jadi pengusaha rendah resiko.

Semoga semesta mendukung.

English, Memoir, Racauan, Workshop

Desoluted 2019 and Resolution 2020

This is my first blog in 2020. In this writing I’m gonna write two things: first is the evaluation of 2019. And second is my plan for 2020.

2019 was a year of struggle for me. I have passed the worst year of my life, which was 2018, when my father died in January. I got into mental institution for having bipolar disorder not long after. And then my relationships with some people in my life, getting really really wrecked. It was a havoc. And I tried to fix it bit by bit in 2019 by making a structure in my life and to make my mental got better. I got laid off from my office in November, effective this early January. Now I have a few months to find a new job.

So in a nutshell, 2019 is kind of a transformative year for me. I don’t know what I’ll become in 2020 but I have some glimpse of it. I have some plans. 2020 is the year of revival of my old self, you know. It’s the Year of Creativity, where I will try my best to become this person that I’ve been longing to become .

And this year, I plan to use the first two or three months to have a free fall for my own business. I will devote myself to education and filmmaking. I will make it my priority.

So in 2020, I am officially will be self employed. And I will recruit some people, not as an employer, per se, but more like making them my partners and hoping that my self-built business will take off the way that I want them to be.

My purpose is for the community. And I’m hoping that I could make some sort of a financial independency from it. Not too much, but enough to keep my kitchen cooking, you know, and keep the fire burning, that’s my point.

And I will continue to make an education system that could be free for the gifted and the hard-workers. To be able to survive in this business I’ve had a meeting with some of my colleagues and we decided that that we will make some paid workshops to make ourselves to be more independent. We’ll still keep the free workshops, the scholarship workshops, as our platform.

Hopefully, some people could give value to it; some sort of investment because they will get more than just skills and portfolios.

While scholarship workshops will be more like guerilla filmmaking and they have to be gifted. They have to be talented in joining the scholarship. And that’s the first thing to do.

Second plan is developing my own production house, Talemaker communication, which will consist of two kinds of two kinds of work, the first work is all about content. So I’m going to propose some content like podcast videos, web series, whatever.

Hopefully I could meet you up and we could make some projects. Creative ones and, you know, social changing, social engineering projects through media or film or workshops or education, whatever that we can do to make life better.

English, Filsafat, Memoir, Racauan, Uncategorized

Detecting Fuckers

y’ know how to detect sad people from the social media? If some people are expressing their sadness, like losing a loved one, or getting suicidal, or saying a prayer to God to give them strength in facing problems, they are not sad enough. The saddest and most melancholic people are those who throw off motivational quotes to be happy and good and jolly, that encourage positive thinking in every situations. Those who tells you to take positive attitude toward bad things and double positive towards good things. Why? Because they’re in a fucking denial. Everybody knows things are bad, and that good things wont last. Bad things last longer that’s why there are some good things. And the more you feel good about something, the worst you feel when it fucking ends. Some good things and happy moments do exist, but those are just a glimpse in life, like your mother’s orgasm to your dad.

So those encouraging stuff that they posted, are like fucking fake orgasm. You don’t get to be happy, but you go on. That’s life. Like Rocky Balboa said, its not a matter of winning or losing, its a matter of how many hits you can take. Faking it wont make it less hurtful.

People might say I’m bitter. But who is more bitter: people who says the storm will pass and the sun will shine again, only to find a drought after the flood; or people like me who cries and scream to the rain, and cursing the corporations in creating global fucking warming when the sun comes out not in time?

So next time you see people posting motivational quotes, tell ’em to wake the fuck up. Tell ’em there’s a big difference between optimism and fake orgasm. They won’t please themselves by thinking happy thoughts when things are bad. Tell ’em to be genuine, smoke some pot for God sake! Jerk off! Anything to make you accept the pain and fucking fight it off. You ain’t gonna be happy for long if you overcome that problem with positivity. Overcome it like cum: lubricate yourself with blood and tears, and give a fuck to things that matters and don’t give a fuck to things that doesn’t.

English, Memoir, Racauan

Treating Death at Home in Jakarta

Treating your dying relative at home today in Jakarta could mean a lot of trouble. 

My uncle had complications disease for more than 10 years. After my grandparents and his twin younger brother died, he lost the will to live and his condition was deteriorating both physically and mentally. The extended family decided to took care of him at my grandparents’ home, suspending the selling of the house. 

My uncle was an ex drug user of the 90s. He went to Islamic Boarding School for years after rehab. His organ started to failed one by one. Long story short, he died at home after his lungs failed, threw out blood from his mouth, nose and ear. It was a mess.

We called a nearby health center to confirm his death. Our mistake: we did not asked for a written statement. After we buried him, there was a lot of complications that took weeks to resolve. This story is written so you, dear readers, won’t repeat the same problem.

First of all, if possible, don’t let your loved one died at home in the first place. I know dying in a familiar place is many people’s wish. But the world is for the living, and if the person have chronic disease, no matter how low the hope to survive is, better stay at the hospital. Especially if, like my uncle, the disease is contagious.

Secondly, if you really can’t help it and need her/him to be at home so badly, prepare the number to call for any emergency, including death. For chronic disease that has been going on years or decades, hell, prepare the documents: death documents to be signed by the doctor, or even the will of the sick person. Inheritance is one of the thing that, like it or not, breaks family and need to be talk about.

Thirdly, if the disease is chronic or contagious, and you can’t bring the body to hospital or funeral service either because you don’t have the money, or if it’s tradition to prepare the body at your own house, make sure you have phone numbers of hospitals that have specialty in that disease so you could hire a nurse or specialist to take care of the deceased. Normal funeral home in Jakarta mostly does not want to deal with infectious disease such as tuberculosis, HIV/AIDS, or skin disease.

Fifth, prepare also the cleaner service from the hospital, who will use disinfectant in your home. Funeral home need to be really clean before and after the corpse got her/his last respect. It will cost you money, don’t hesitate to asked other relative to donate.

Fifth, go to nearby health center. Ask two things: first yellow bags to put medical trash, and second permission to put the medical trash in their bin. In Jakarta there is no law that regulate this. And if the health center bin is full, you got to take the medical trash somewhere else. The health center use outsourcing companies to take care if their medical trash, and the truck that takes the trash come once a week.

Medical trash are anything that leave liquid, organs, syringe, hair, or belongings that got stained by the deceased patients body, like sheets, clothing or utensils. This trash can be overwhelming. You can use your own car to bring these trash to the health center, but remember to clean your car with disinfectant after. If you want to hire the outsourcing company, prepare around 300USD. In the health center, it’s free so long as you are polite enough to talk to the care taker. Because these are not in their job description and they are doing it to help you. Your trash will not be written in their logbook, because, like I said, there is not yet a regulation for it.

Death certificate is the hardest. Without death certificate, it’s hard to make other legal documents, such as dealing with the cemetery, or inheritance problem. Now, if your deceased loved one, like my uncle, does not have doctor/health officer legal written letter pronounce her/him died, it will be a bureaucratic hell , going back and forth from your district head, to regent head, to health center, to hospital, to collect signatures from these people so they can pronounce the death. And also signatures from families and neighbors. It was really tiring.

If the death certificate has been issued, you can start to handle other problems such as inheritance, for example. Now that’s the thing that disinterest me the most. So this is the end of the story.

Good luck.