Can you tell which one I am?
SOME FRIENDS said I am not cute anymore. Sigh. Are they serious? I don’t think people could lose their kiddo-cuteness once they grow older, couldn’t they? Let me ponder then, why did some FIVE people just tell me that I look completely different today, compare to that “cute little” girl, they said. Are they serious? Sigh.
I was singing for a radio show with some friends [in the picture]. I was 5 and looked fine 
“I’m addressing you
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Newsweek Magazine?
I’m obsessed by Newsweek Magazine
I read it every week.”
OOPS, DID I just mess Ginsberg’s America up? I am sorry, Allen, that’s just how I feel about Newsweek, I have been reading it for years. When I went to a bookstore, I mostly checked Newsweek and Time. I don’t know, despite what some people said about Newsweek of being a bit sensational, I always got reasons to buy it.
It is obvious that I am a fan of Fareed Zakaria. Remembering that he’s one of the International editors sitting in Newsweek’s newsroom, editing stuff and writing columns, making me trust Newsweek. Of course, the credits did not go to Zakaria alone, just mostly.
Hence, it’s very sad to know that Zakaria is leaving Newsweek for Time. I’ve been a loyal reader to Newsweek because of him. It was him that making me screened each page of both Newsweek and Time every week. There were times when I ended up buying Time — when they really got totally different and better stuffs.
I SORT OF felt like a hero two days ago, after, literally, revealing truth and saving the face of Indonesian glorious media. Well, not to a big audience tho, just to a taxi driver who was a hundred percent sure that the Indonesian National Police Chief Bambang Hendarso Danuri has just committed suicide.
What? You ask did the National Police Chief actually commit suicide? Of course not. He just went missing somewhere nobody knows healing his gastro problem as claimed by his spokesman [finally today he showed up, tho!]. And there, what I meant by revealing truth. Plus, yes, saving the face of Indonesian glorious media!
A bit blur this one. Not a good pic I took. Try to see one below!
A clearer one, but accidentally cut one word: DIRI.
A doorstop interview in the House of Representatives PHOTO: M. Andri Nurdiansyah
I FEEL so small reading Philip Shenon’s reportage on the moves took by the Obama administration to crack down on WikiLeaks, related to some 70,000 documents on Afghan war they released recently.
It’s not Shenon’s piece that impressed me [although, of course, I still give him my highest respect for securing an exclusive headline], it’s the ‘actor’ in the Shenon’s article.
He is Julian Assange, an Australian-born journalist/programmer, editor-in-chief of WikiLeaks who is now believed to be in a big trouble because of the leaks he spread. Assange has been described as someone who doesn’t actually have a real home and that he travels and stays at friends or supporters’ houses around the globe.
Reading how he has been very bold [and yet careless, some critics said] in leaking the documents he received — and that American government is now trying to get him along with hopeful helps from their allies Germany, British, and Australia — left me ponder.
Compares to what Assange has done and is planning to do [releasing some 15,000 more documents], I am absolutely nothing. [this also goes to all war correspondents at across the universe!]
I don’t wake up in the morning for some jets or gunshots or suicide bombs. I don’t travel to dangerous places or conflict zones. I don’t have police or state intelligence agency officials interrogate me in the middle of a night due to some stories I write.
Julian Assange in or before 2006 PHOTO: Wikipedia
I wake up every morning to the sound of the sun, and I walk to the Parliament to meet some sources. I write some stuff, telling people what’s going on, bringing their voices in my writings, criticizing politicians’ wrongdoings etc. I always believe that I am here guarding democracy — now this idea making me laugh, coz compare to Assange?
Yo, visitors! This blog belongs to me, Anita. I am a dreamer. I crave for a Novel Peace Prize. Ugh, what can I say? I am a dreamer. I used to write something serious and boring, like… politics, journalism, economics, films, and gigs. Right, ugh. But not anymore now. Today I write something less serious and less boring, like… more poetry, plays, trivial stuff (not sure whether you consider that less boring?). So I hope you enjoy reading my less serious, less boring posts. May the Force be with you! PS: the flickr account belongs to Anton Muhajir, http://anton.nawalapatra.com/ enjoy his shoots!
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