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  • chibialfa 8:56 am on September 30, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: annual, balloon, challenge, lebaran, , ,   

    challenge, lebaran rituals, and all that jazz… 


    colorful balloons from lebaran last year

    colorful balloons from lebaran last year



    Here’s a challenge;

    Brief: Write/create an engaging Happy Lebaran & Mohon Maaf Lahir Batin E-Card using none of the elements below;

    • Ketupat
    • Lebaran festive cakes
    • Mosque
    • Bedug
    • People doing shalat ied
    • People wearing wardrobe in moslem style
    • Anything related to arabian/far east culture (i.e. dates, camel, desert)

    Target audience : a person you dislike most

    Single minded message : sIncerely asking for forgiveness



    mudik last year

    mudik last year

    Ask me where my favorite place is, and one of them would be my house in Bandung during a day before Lebaran. It always has the smell of fresh cooked ketupat, gulai, rendang, mixed with the fragrance of fresh picked flowers.

    The rituals are pretty much the same each year. Shalat Ied, morning breakfast with lebaran dishes spent with the whole family after taking a moment forgiving each other, followed with visiting to relatives.


    During the afternoon, not only I would feel extremely full and can’t wait to change my good dress into something more convenient, usually it’s the time when we would be looking for alternative dishes beside ketupat.

    Although, my mom’s rendang, sayur AC, and gulai are the best indeed.


    chibialfa and turtle ballon

    chibialfa and turtle ballon

    I have my ‘side’ rituals. This is me from Lebaran last year. For the last several years, I always look for the balloon seller after doing shalat ied, and buy one balloon creature. At first it was only for fun, but then it became one of rituals. My mom always end up help me looking for the ballon seller and even give suggestion which creature I haven’t got therefore should buy. This turtle was my purchase last year.





    empty street only happens during Lebaran

    empty street only happens during Lebaran



    Another rituals my husband and I always do is going downtown after the morning breakfast, for the sake of enjoying Bandung streets being empty. This is the picture of last year from one of the busiest street in town. I am planning to do the same thing this year, bringing my holga camera and see what interesting picture I can get out of the empty streets.

    In between holiday blues, there are; traditions, rituals, and annual breaks. They are created to keep our sanity exist. At least I believe so 😉

    • dian 1:39 pm on September 30, 2008 Permalink | Reply

      ihihih pic #1 balonnya kek teletubbiess. selamat idul fitri, ibu alfa!!

    • chibialfa 1:17 pm on October 5, 2008 Permalink | Reply

      Iya 😀 makasih Dian, selamat idul fitri maaf lahir batin juga

  • chibialfa 12:19 pm on September 27, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: cheap, , jeans, , place, review, shopping   

    How to: get a new jeans in an unbelievably cheap price 


    1. Own a cool husband that knows places with cheap reasonable price but good quality (okay, number one is optional)
    2. Go to Bandung, once you get there find Unpad (Universitas Padjajaran).
    3. Once you’re within the area, find this sign board.

      BET taylor

      BET taylor

    4. Get inside, pick your clothing material (jeans? camoe?)
    5. Select the style you wish to have (limited to only 4 kind of style, but as long as they have boot cut and pencil, who cares, right?), pointed out your selected style to the taylor.
    6. Have the taylor measure your body.
    7. Pay (believe it or not, it’s Rp 100.000,- or less than 10 USD, including material), take the receipt.
    8. Come back the next day. Give the receipt, and this is your new pair of jeans that fit well to your body, good material, and… very cheap!

      new jeans... yayness!

      new jeans... yayness


    well, if you have a cool husband like mine, you’ll get it for free,

    because he ended up treated me a new pair of jeans… thanks, hon!

  • chibialfa 11:15 am on September 27, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: 60s, , agency, , , history, mod, office, , rocknroll, sex, style   

    60s is all about sex, rock&roll, mod, and what not. 

    3 years after Indonesia declared its independence, David Ogilvy in New York set up a small agency. Today after 60 years, Ogivly&Mather is one of the biggest worldwide advertising agency with strong hundreds of networks across the globe.

    In its 60th anniversary, the Jakarta office celebrated it with 60s theme. Although, come to think of it, 60 years ago is more an era of 40s instead of 60s. But maybe 60s style is considered more stylish compare to 40s, oh well…

    In an attempt to live up the party spirit, I hunted the nearest mall to see what I could get within several hours. The only thing I had in mind related to 60s/mod was Jacky O. Tough luck, especially with lebaran season coming, the easiest thing I could get was moslem (arabian) look. If only the party was in arabian theme, perhaps my life would be much easier *grmbl*.




    Other style that are ‘in’ at the moment mostly those 80s (these-will-make-you-look-pregnant-tops).I dig 80s music and toys, but never, ever, the fashion.

    Luckily then I found this “looked like it was made from wallpaper” dress. And I also found this magic thing that could make my hair pulled up in a neat bun within 5 minutes. Voila.

    I then realized that my wardrobe actually have similar pattern with the mural in creative wall. Dean took this picture and it turned out pretty funny

    It was amusing to see lots of people looking with their best effort in order to look mod. The party was, okay, too bad all the drinks was alcohol free to respect ramadhan month.

    I felt sorry I forgot to bring my camera. But then again, the facebook traffic was pretty heavy for several days after the party, filled with photos uploading, tagging, and commenting, as per usual.

    More fun 60s photos at my flickr set


  • chibialfa 7:12 pm on September 26, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , children, education, , , ,   

    An elbow touching me; review about Laskar Pelangi 

    “The Catcher in the Rye” is a book I recently finished. It left deep resonance in my brain, that’s how I would describe the impact. I still could hear Holden Caulfield says stuff like “swell” or “it kills me” even days after I finished reading it.

    It’s easy to make something nice, it’s hard to make something good, and only genius can create something that touch your heart, deep down there after layers of intelligence, knowledge and ego.

    “An elbow touching you” – quoted from Cutting Edge Advertising book.

    An elbow touched me indeed tonight when I decided to watch Laskar Pelangi, the movie, all by myself, on a day when everyone left early in order to welcoming the upcoming Lebaran break.

    I haven’t read the book, and I don’t want to spend like so many of lines explaining about the story and the plot and the craft and what’s so good about it like in any other movie reviews. All you need to do is type Laskar Pelangi in google and you’ll find lots of stuff regarding to the movies itself. Like here, or here for example.

    Instead, I want to share about how it made me feel, since not everyday I get a chance to see stuff that really moves me.

    Indonesian children’s lack of education (especially in rural areas) is not something new, but it always feel fresh because it’s still one of major problem which still running up until this moment you are reading this blog. But carrying a message that can reach wide demographic range of audience in order to make them re-think about this problem, is a hard thing to do.

    Laskar Pelangi told a story from a point of view of a boy who lived in Belitung Island, a small island in Indonesia. The irony was in the fact the the island was one of the richest island which produce timber, yet the majority of the people were poor. The “I” point of view was from one of the poor boy who could only go to school if the school had enough people (10 kids) to start the class.

    It’s a simple story, about the struggle of having a dream no matter how poor you are. But again, it’s how you tell the story that matters.

    I was carried away, and I don’t want to waste anymore crap on how good and natural the casting was, how brilliant the talent directing was and blah blah blah. I was there sitting in the dark cinema as an audience who was carried away by the movie, and boy how I cried several times (and I am not that easily touched by cliche, believe me!). Some scenes were able to touch my heart as hard as an elbow could in a simplest, most honest and humble manner.

    There are a lot of good people these days that creates things right and makes you go “ah, that’s nice”, but when was the last time you see something so good it touches you deep and beyond, makes you see a movie with your heart beyond your intelligence?

    Go see this one. You might want to end up doing something good to others, and it’s probably what the world need most now.

    • Ollie 11:38 pm on September 28, 2008 Permalink | Reply

      I couldn’t agree more

    • Tieka 1:46 pm on October 3, 2008 Permalink | Reply

      Nice point of view. It’s a must-seen movie..

    • chibialfa 2:23 pm on October 5, 2008 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks Ollie, and thanks for stopping by 🙂

    • chibialfa 2:23 pm on October 5, 2008 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks, Tieka, and yes, it’s a must-seen one indeed 🙂

    • alisyah 6:00 am on November 3, 2008 Permalink | Reply

      Yeah… give me some inspirations

  • chibialfa 3:44 pm on September 25, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , funny, generator, , , timewaster   

    How To: Make a Record 

    Re-posted from Jack Hagley via The Young Creative Council London weekly score

    Ever wanted to be in a band? Don’t let your lack of musical talent or ideas hold you back on your inevitable path to fame and glory! This is the fail-safe guide to musical magic. Your stadia beckons!

    First you need a band name:
    The first thing that comes up is the name of your band.

    Mine is Təkyə

    Then the title of the record:
    the last 4 words of the top quote are the title.

    Mine is “Power to Fulfill Another” (hey, it’s pretty cool)

    The picture in the middle is the front cover of the album

    This is mine (pretty much works with Power to Fulfill Another“);

    I am knocking everywhere from Enchantress at Flickr

    "I am knocking everywhere" from Enchantress at Flickr



    rough layout for my CD cover

    rough layout for my CD cover



    2. Gather friends, and appropriate intoxicants.

    err… anyone?


    3. Record record according to rules here:
    “0- It must be written, performed, recorded, post-produced, etc. all in one contiguous 24-hour period (preferably with no sleep break in there).
    0- It must be at least 20 minutes or 30 songs. (many short songs tend to work better than long songs which drag on forever, trust me.)
    0- Your band may have multiple participants, but they should not work on different songs simultaneously. (So just one song being worked on at a time.)
    0- No ideas from before the chosen day! This means covers or reinterpretations are not allowed.
    0- No out-takes! If you start a song, finish it and put it on the album.”

    consider it’s done

    4. Record onto tape, or better, a computer. But remember that crap is good, the only thing that can hold you back is your own inhibition. The more effort you put in (scream those lungs out) the more you’ll be rewarded. At the very least it will be extremely funny. 

    If you’re stuck with what to make the record about, base it on a film, televison show, computer game, shop, sticker, magazine, colour, mood, beverage, person, road, school, vehicle, group, something that makes you laugh, cry, or feel anything. 


    5. ???

    6. Profit!

    Good luck



    Learn how to fake it:

    check out this band:

    or these instruments

    Finally, the only radio station that will probably play it:

  • chibialfa 4:03 pm on September 23, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: home, job, ,   

    Finding Home 


    Home is where the heart is

    Lucky Luke didn’t say that. He only sing about how lonesome it is being a cowboy who always travel only accompanied by his loyal horse. These words were written in one of the comic panel drawn as a background, a wisdom words framed on somebody’s house. Just a tiny detail that didn’t add much to the story.

    I believe that home is more than just a cozy place which costs us rent (or credit  loan) and fancy furniture. It’s where I am allowed to be myself the entire time, walking around naked or sing like crazy pretending to be a rock star. A good home is the world’s best comfort zone.

    When I decided to enter my hiatus period, I thought it was the time to ‘go home’. Take a break, clear my head, in order to seek the most precious answer of one most difficult question, “what do I really want to do with my life?”. Turned out, I felt like going everywhere but home. The first weeks were the best, it felt like holiday of a life time. Yes, I went back to my hometown, have the privilege to see my husband every day, but deep down, there was this tiny hole that grew bigger each day. And before I knew it, that hole made me hard to breathe.

    I was longing for an answer, the worst part is, I couldn’t even define the question. I knew I should’ve been thankful for the options that came. I knew I was lucky to have options, where there are other people are living the life they didn’t chose. But being responsible for your own happiness turned out to be even more difficult than working on a job brief. I finally gave up. I prayed and asked Him to just show me whatever He think the best. Since there is no email this kind of relationship, I prefer to listen to my heart, putting aside all rational for a moment.

    His ’email’ came, in a form of a feeling that were placed in my heart one morning when I woke up. I never regret it. But that tiny hole kept growing bigger, and the holiday of a lifetime turned into the longest hiatus which I didn’t really… well.. expect. I decided to live with it in case His other ’email’ arrived. This was my very first time living a period of time when the only thing I’ve got was time, and nothing else.

    His other ’email’ came in a shape of a phone call. I was tired of being depressed so when I asked my husband should I go for it, he told me I sounded much happier than I’ve been lately, so maybe it’s what I wanted anyway. It’s only temporary but at least it gives me something to do which (hopefully) can give me direction of what I should do next.

    I went back from my hiatus. I went back to my previous job which I used to call my ‘other home’. And it’s not permanent. When I sat down in the room I knew so well, discussing brief I once worked on before, with people I already knew for a long time, I listen to my heart and it said, “it’s alright” and so then I feel alright.

    It’s only my second night in jakarta and it was alright when I was in the office, but when I am alone in my old place like right now… I realize that I’ve been getting used with having my husband within reach all the time and now my heart ache like crazy knowing the fact that he’s not here. And it hurts even more when I think how often I misbehave when I didn’t like myself and it might hurt him but he never make a big deal out of it which makes him the coolest person on earth.

    After attending the office party tonight, I couldn’t help thinking about the true meaning of home. Some people greeted me welcome back and I said it felt good to be home. 


    Home is where the heart is, where you can be your true self, and yes… it’s the world’s best comfort zone. But home is more than just a place with fancy furniture. Home can also be a person who bought you an expensive bookshelf and computer desk when you told him you want to redecorate your place. He is a person who gives you little surprises like your favorite fruit jell-o when you only asked him to buy you a pack of cigarette. He laughs with you and allows you to act annoying like a kid because he knows you so well although it annoyed him. He loves you for better for worst, that’s why he let you leave whenever you feel the need to leave to do your own thing, and he’ll always be there whenever you need to ‘go home’.

    Home is not your office, it’s just work place, for God sake. 

    Home is not only a place you’re living in, unless a person you love also lives in it. 

    Home is that person.

    Like Lucky Luke, I am doing my own search to find what I want.

    But in the ‘home’ area, I know for sure that I am much luckier than Lucky Luke.


  • chibialfa 12:03 pm on September 18, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: lj wordpress blogging question   


    2008 is the year of my big move. After leaving my 7 years comfort zone into the unknown land, I also decided to move out from livejournal to wordpress. Exporting the whole 5 years record of my life (started here and ended here) was not as easy as I thought, based on technical reason. Too many foreign languages like xml, download clients, etc. Suggestions from those who are willing to give me explanation in idiot proof language are mostly welcome.

    • Daniel 1:52 am on September 19, 2008 Permalink | Reply

      Love the new site Alfa – it’s gorgeous. The annoying thing though, about building a beautiful blog site, is that nowadays most people read it thru an RSS reader, so they just get the text and miss out on all the lovely design and layout.

    • chibialfa 4:25 pm on September 23, 2008 Permalink | Reply

      Hi Dan, thanks. A very good observation which I didn’t thought myself before 😛 Anyway after enjoying the new layout for awhile I decided to change it again into a simpler common blog style 😉 Actually, what I like about using wordpress is the ability to not only post blogs, but also pages. I am using it for my portfolio, and I can also create other ‘micro site’ pages.

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