Monthly Archives: January 2011

saute spinach (tumis bayam) and meatball corn (perkedel jagung)

Don’t tell me you ate all of Indonesian food before you try these saute spinach and meatball corn. Here it is:

saute spinach and meatball corn

I spent hours shopping by my self (with a peace mind and awareness of my monthly budget-don’t worry :P) this morning and I just can’t stand it, I miss spinach very much. They don’t have the organic ones, but okay, this one’s okay too.

just, beautiful color and fresh.

I know, I know. Someday if I can get this t-shirt, I will stop being crazy about spinach.

cute, isn't it? πŸ˜€

Well, when there’s spinach, there’s always corn involve in any way, he he. I didn’t find the kind of corn I used to buy but I think local ones okay too, he he. Silly me, sometimes too picky.

choose the medium one, if you have to, better sweet ones.

Now, my mom usually put corn inside the saute spinach. For me, right now, I want to fry it. And keep the spinach green πŸ˜‰

the spices for saute spinach

Never worry about spices. No such thing like too much spices, trust me. Just put it all as you want to, don’t be afraid. It’s not like there’s a sin for too many onions πŸ˜›

spices for meatball corn. come on, scallions! and oh, never forget the chilli, Indonesian chilli please πŸ™‚

So we go on parallel now. Don’t forget to prepare the rice, I forgot to buy rice today he he

Now, I usually made the meatball corn first, low fire on the stove cos I want them to be as crispy as they can. Starting with putting together all the spices with the corn, and put some flour, salt and oh, my friend dared me to use instant chicken broth to make them taste more yummy. I never did, always counting on the spices and a lil bit salt, maybe a lil bit vetsin. But never really use an instant chicken broth. Let’s try it now.

add water, please...

My mother usually crush the corn with a blender or a tradisional crusher, like ‘Ulekan’–you know it as a pestle and a mortar ha ha. But I’d like to keep it bold and crispy. Not pepper like she used to make with, but chilli. I put one egg per-portion together inside this mix just so they will get more tasty. But don’t make them into a whole form, round and all. I’d like to make them messy and unformed.

So it’s time!

remember, keep the fire small and don't form the meatball corn, he he

By this time, if you do this right with the timing, rice will be done. And you can use that stove to make the saute spinach. This time use low cholesterol oil and put all the spices inside the fry pan.

after sometimes, when you feel the spices is half done, put some water inside.

And when the water boiled, get those Popeye’s vitamin inside.

like usually, I'd love it half done--the spinach. just a lil bit stirring and get it out.

You can mix this saute spinach with sausages, carrot, even cheese or chicken. Don’t forget the chips, Indonesian food must always have chips! πŸ˜€

It’s been raining lately, power out and I’m not okay with a total dark 😦 I had a fever that won’t go even though I take medicine and sleep for more than 8 hours! I hope these spinach and corn will make me full energy once more just like my spinach buddy, Popeye. He he.

popeye the sailor man!

Anyway, it’s Popeye Time! Have a nice weekend everyone πŸ˜‰

 

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best thing about being a writer

I got this from http://www.oprah.com. Interesting info for those who long to be a writer. Hope this might help. Keep up! πŸ˜€

Toni Morrison

“After I finished The Bluest Eye , which took me five years to write, I went into a long period of…not deep depression but a kind of melancholy. Then I had another idea for a book, Sula, where I was trying to write about real friendship between womenβ€”and the whole world came alive again. Everything I saw or did was potentially data, a word or a sound or something for the book, and then I really realized that for me writing meant having something coherent in the world. And that feels like…not exactly what I was born for, it’s more the thing that holds me in the world in healthy relationship, with language, with people, bits of everything filter down, and I can stay here.”β€” Toni Morrison

Jeffrey Eugenides

“The best thing is also the worst thing. It’s that, no matter how long you’ve been at it, you always start from scratch. Henry James said, ‘We work in the darkβ€”we do what we canβ€”we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.’ Unless you’re the kind of writer who works with a template, where the narrative strategies remain more or less constant and the job consists of filling in the boxes with new material, then what you have to do, with each new book, is discover all these things anew. Your material determines your narrative strategy and your tone of voice rather than the other way around. You change from book to book. You begin always knowing nothing. You remain forever an amateur, a first-timer. Sure, you might cobble together something akin to a methodology after a while, a working method, a sense of pacing yourself through the seasons. But that’s about it in terms of the pleasures and wisdom of the veteran.”β€” Jeffrey Eugenides

Michael Cunningham

“At the risk, then, of being shunned by some of my gloomier peers, I venture to tell you that writers work like demons, suffer greatly, and are also happy, in unmistakable ways, some of the time. If we had no knowledge of happiness, our novels wouldn’t sufficiently resemble real life. Some of us are even made a little bit happy, on occasion, by the writing process itself. I mean, really, if there wasn’t some sort of enjoyment to be derived, would any of us keep doing it?”β€” Michael Cunningham

Mary Gaitskill

“Writing is in some way being able to sit down the next day and go through everything you wanted to say, finding the right words, giving shape to the images, and linking them to feelings and thoughts. It isn’t exactly like a social conversation because you aren’t giving information in the usual sense of the word or flirting or persuading anyone of anything or proving a point; it’s more that you are revealing something whole in the form of a character, a city, a moment, an image seen in a flash out of a character’s eyes. It’s being able to take something whole and fiercely alive that exists inside you in some unknowable combination of thought, feeling, physicality, and spirit, and to then store it like a genie in tense, tiny black symbols on a calm white page. If the wrong reader comes across the words, they will remain just words. But for the right readers, your vision blooms off the page and is absorbed into their minds like smoke, where it will re-form, whole and alive, fully adapted to its new environment. It is a deeply satisfying feeling.”β€” Mary Gaitskill

John Edgar Wideman

“Novelists must learn the skill of listening, practice listening as discipline and discovery. The best novelists hear their subjects, and their writing bears witness to a conversation with presences real as a friend, an enemy, a stone in a shoe, a sword poised over the writer’s head, a person or place unrecoverable yet never quite absent. Which is not to say writers are necessarily nuts. Cervantes, unlike his creation Don Quixote, could distinguish windmills from dragons. Most of the time, anyway.”β€” John Edgar Wideman

Walter Kirn

“At the beginning of a novel, a writer needs confidence, but after that what’s required is persistence. These traits sound similar. They aren’t. Confidence is what politicians, seducers and currency speculators have, but persistence is a quality found in termites. It’s the blind drive to keep on working that persists after confidence breaks down.”β€” Walter Kirn

For me the best thing about being a writer, if I ever have a chance in the future is this:

the best thing about being a writer is to have cozy times in your own corner! πŸ˜‰

Keep up the good work, guys! πŸ˜‰

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homemade ‘as-I-like-it’ pasta

Have you ever taste the most delicious pasta in the world? I did. I made it my self. In my dream.

So when I wake up, it’s like ‘Pasta!’–and the thought of it dragged me the whole day. So I took the chance, works with whatever there is in the kitchen. Like usually.

First, shopping. Lalala… Seriously, they have like 20 aisles, but the spot for pasta is just as big as your laptop size. But I found one Penne made me curious, ‘who are you? all brown and look delicious?’ So I grabbed one, err, two packs of it.

the color is sooo... tempting πŸ˜›

Do I know what kind of Pasta Penne is? No. Do I know what’s best of it to cook for? Nope. I just grabbed it and can’t wait to cook it πŸ˜€

Also, this butter has been made me curious. Why is this more expensive than reguler ones? So, I bought it. Yup, out of my curiousity, once again.

..and you have to keep it inside the fridge. always.

As for next important ingredients, are Del Monte’s ketchup and Dua Belibis’s chilli sauce. So far, they’re the best. Hats off, guys.

no pasta without these sauces. don't even try it.. πŸ˜€

Last but not least, the king of it all! Cheese! I was looking for a quickmelt ones, but couldn’t find it everywhere 😦 So, since the mind set is to works on anything-whatever-there is, this should be fine. The cheese taste that counts, they said.

I like when everything is fresh, so products with sachet edition always been my fave packaging! πŸ˜‰

I bought the rest at the traditional market, thank you for ML, AW, TR and LW who accompany me to have a little shop near home. Otherwise I would never know how a traditional market looks like in Batam πŸ™‚

Let’s cook! *my roomate, cutie DF offer to help, so this should be fun for us both, hungry girls.

First thing first, make the pasta. You want to make it half done now, trust me.

Then, on the other stove, try to fry some sausages (this time the treat was I got the one with cheese inside the sausages). I love it dry, very dry, so it will crunches when you eat them. Also, ‘as-I-like-it’ added green exotic broccoli, prepare them.

yum yum yum...

Also, since I don’t have any quickmelt cheese, I need a grate. Just to make it easier to blend when we cook.

tempting, isn't it? πŸ˜›

Now get your cutting board and works on it! You know what I mean πŸ˜›

garlic, onion is standart for Pasta. but 'as-I-like-it' recipee goes as far as fresh Indonesian Chilli (red and green, small and big ones) and celery.

I like Indonesian chilli. They are all ‘Wah!’, hot-hot-hot. I always slice them, never blend them. I want to chew them when I eat, little surprises around the toes! πŸ˜€

Oy frying pan, it’s time! Get your butter, garlic, chilli and the center of onion on the frying pan. If you want to do it right, it should be butter-chilli-centre of onion-garlic.

I don't like teflon! go away teflon! classic frying pan is good for me πŸ™‚

Now pour some water there, also onion, cheese, celery, milk and those sauces, off course. How much? Oh, as you like it, dear πŸ˜‰

yup, forget your diet program.

Wait for a couple of minutes to get them sometimes to know each other πŸ˜› It would look like this when it’s ready for Pasta to join.

as I think of it, cheese would be better if they don't totally blend in the water. is there a way to make cheese crispy and keep it still? πŸ˜›

Pasta, please come join us. Don’t get the fire too big, keep it calm enough so you won’t burn them πŸ˜›

the color of pasta soften, as broccoli, I kept them half-done.

My neighbour buddy, LR, invited us to have dinner tonight. He went back and forth about how many people will come. In the end, he asked me to bring any food I have in the house. My breakdown for that is, additional snack, just like VT mentioned this morning: fried potato and garlic bread (will post the recipee for garlic bread later ;))

fried potatoes from local farm

this garlic bread defeated Pizza Hut's garlic bread. ho ho ho πŸ˜€

Also, I made additional sauce, to keep the food warn and spicy (Indonesian food MUST be spicy, and Indonesian cooks MUST be brave enough with hundreds of spices!).

the more condensed the more yummy it will be.

Ingredients would be just as the same like the basic sauce we made before. Paly with it. You have oregano? Throw some of it. You have mushroom? Why not?

Throw slices of pinneaple if you dare. It will surprise you πŸ˜‰

For now they’re ready. Take some of the pasta, spread around the cheese sausages and put the hot-additional-sauce we just made on top of it. Here’s a little preview of it before me and my roomate DF attack! πŸ˜›

the home made 'as-I-like-it' pasta πŸ˜‰

Voila! Bon appetit, mes chers amis! πŸ˜€

F-16 evening meal. Hungry gals beat hungry pals πŸ˜€

Just a little tips for those who lives in a busy days, make your pasta and store in the fridge. Then make the master of your sauce, and store it in the fridge too. When you get home, feel down because your boss act like she/he is the God of everything absolute right (alright, this one was one of my experiences he he :P), and you, you just do everything the wrong way, (LR would shout, “that’s an abuse! abuse!”), heat back your sauce and keep the pasta cold.

Wear your personal home clothes, and have a wonderful ‘me-time’! Not even your boss can make the taste wrong, the pasta got it all πŸ˜€

Bless your self with good food, beautiful friends. I will see you in the other side of the road. Natti, natti πŸ™‚

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O Captain, My Captain!

It was 1998Β  (13 years ago) when my senior in college introduced me to this movie. There, my personal journey started on, and still.

The film is set in a 1950s boarding school for boys. It’s the start of the new school year and Mr Keating has been hired to be the new English Literature teacher. His teaching methods are unorthodox and strange, but his passion and love for life and poetry and living inspires a small group of lads to Seize the Day and form a club called the Dead Poets Society where they meet in a cave off the school grounds at night time and read verses from dead poets to each other, smoke, mess around, have a laugh, live their life.

Charlie Dalton AKA Nuwanda and The Dead Poets Society

“Then I had religion, then I had a vision. I could not turn from their revel in derision. Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black, cutting through the forest with a golden track. Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black-cutting through the forest with a golden track.Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black, cutting through the forest with a golden track.”

Painfully shy Todd Anderson has been sent to the school where his popular older brother was valedictorian, Welton Academy (they said it’s Hell-ton Academy). Ethan Hawke finally makes a stand for himself as a silent-shy student, but one who ever noticed and moved by the words ‘Seize The Day’.

Todd Anderson, the silent and shy student, but encouraged Poet.

Neil Perry (Robert Sean Leonard), one of the members of this group hard working, straight As student whose strict and controlling father wants him to attend medical school, but Neil’s real passion is in acting, and through Mr. Keating’s teaching Neil learns that he should seize every opportunity and do what he wants to, not just that his father wants.

Neil Perry, the passionate leader in the group.

As for my Favourite Character is Charlie Dalton AKA Nuwanda, one rich kid that has to rebel all kinds of forms brought to him. I heart his style, his attitude and the way he’s saying:

Damn it, Neil. The name is Nuwanda.

The film Dead Poets Society is based on the novel by Nancy H. Kleinbaum and brilliantly produced and directed by Peter Weir. Weir quickly introduces us to the main characters, oh just how efficient movie it is for me πŸ˜‰ Just a couple more minutes, we will realise that these teenage boys are not all that different from us. They have the same tendencies, the same overbearing parents, and the same problems with members of the opposite sex. They are real people. It’s that emotional bond that Weir establishes so early and establishes so well that makes you really feel like one of the guys. You laugh when they do, you cry when they do, and you feel the zest, the zeal, the exhilarance that comes so naturally with being young.

The scenes with Robin Williams are superb, I seriously can’t complain. Some of the best dialogue you will ever hear are spoken in this film. And as for that, the movie screenplay won an Oscar.

Each characters delivers the lines like they living on the tunnel themselves and it was remarkable for me when one scene appears comical-with-a-sense-of-real-happenings, like this one, A call from God scene:

Mr. Nolan, it's for you. It's God. He says we should have girls at Welton.

Also these undescribable great scenes, I will never forget:

The picture of Uncle Walt up there. What does he remind you of? Don't think. Answer. Go on.

“Truth. Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. Y-Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.”

I'm playing Puck, Todd! I'm Puck!

"I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world." W. W. Uncle Walt again. YAWP! πŸ˜€

Neil silently surrender.

Nuwanda and his solo clarinet session.

O Captain, My Captain!

Its easy to recognize the cinematic brilliance of Dead Poets Society. The script is dripping with insightful dialog and dramatic nuance (which I haven’t find in any other movie even until now), and director Peter Weir drew out distinctly emotional performances from his entire cast, particularly Robin Williams, who has never given a finer performance. That’s easy.

But what didn’t seem so clear but definitely there, is the importance of this film with respect to our daily lives, every single of it. This picture does not exist solely for the purpose to entertain (which it does manage to do fantastically), but also to stress the influence of both conformity and individuality on ones life.

This shouldn’t take you to one-soul-searching kind of movie, because when the boys become engulfed by their new-found sense of non conformity, you become engulfed by the story and its characters. And when it’s finished, you will appreciate how precious your individuality is, and just how much some have to sacrifice to attain theirs. Whether you’re a conscious individual, someone struggling to find their own voice, or just have a real passion for great poetry, it is doubtless that the message of Dead Poets Society is one that can speak to you.

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. That you are here. That life exists, and identity. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.”

Back in 1998, I remember my seniors held the same forum, we call it ‘The Friday Night Forum’, every Friday 7 pm. There will be friends, people who have open minds and the rule goes for one condition: you have to be your self. One can read a poetry, another can sing, dance, scream, whatever you want to do. We had candles lighten the place, so even from that semi-darkness you can see each person glows their own light.

“To dance, clap hands, exalt, shout, skip, roll on, float on.”

Since then, life happens, taken me to places I never been before, meet people I never knew before, overseeing conflicts and working together to resolve them. The ups and down seems like the only circle would last forever I’d have to walk on.

Weeks ago my mother talk me on abut the choice I made for my life, working and living in the world of Cinema. Mostly she worries about my future and I remember Keating said, ‘We are all worm food, people’. But I got my mother’s point, and I took it as a reminder. But yeah, this rollercoaster kind of life has turn me on and off for a while, but this is what I’m doing. And I just can’t stop doing what I’m doing.

Despite many hopes and fears I packed up along with my backpack everyday, there’s always one slight-little-tiny relieve covers my head, that somehow, through everything (you don’t want to know ‘everything’), I managed to seize the day. Somehow through all of those hell, I’m here, Carpe Diem-ing my life.

“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today. Tomorrow will be dying.”

AKA Carpe Diem.

Thank you my seniors in Broadcasting UGM, I will be forever in debt for this.

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why Step Up 3D is the best of it’s trilogy.

No. It’s not because of the 3D. It’s a craft works they did in the movie, but it’s not the reason why it’s the best of all.

As the third installment in the Step Up Trilogy , and the first shot in 3D, the film follows Moose and Camille Gage as they head to New York University, the former of whom is majoring in electrical engineering after promising his mother that he would not dance anymore. However, he soon stumbles upon a dance battle, meeting Luke and his House of Pirates dance crew and later teaming up with them to compete in the World Jam dance contest against their rivals, the House of Samurai dance crew.

For me, the story is one of those walls lined up for cliches. But the cast is appealing, the shooting location in New York City showed different angles, quite tempting to try one of those numbers for real, and oh the musical numbers offered a lot of dynamical emotion and passions. Theatre filled with people living inside the movie. They laugh when its time to laugh, moves their feet when it’s time to move their feet. For a while I forgot that we all wearing a weird 3D glasses (Umm, for some reasons 3D glasses always have a weird form -_-‘)

Numero uno of whys, for me, the story is no longer about 2 kinds of dance that long to be combined. This time, Dance (apparently is the whole combination of every dance there is) questioned as one of a life choice. Back when I was 5, dancing is an extracuriculer, additional activity my mother asked me to join, to form my body, to keep my healthy good. Plus, maybe she peeked on me when I (supposed to be) dance alone in my room (yeah, most-likely, that is why).

Moose, who promised to never gonna dance again, following a limited edition Nike on his first day at college and ‘trapped’ into his own world, which apparently is his only world: Born from the Boom Box. Days goes by and Moose forced to choose between his school or dance. As for me, why doesn’t he does both? Yep, in the end of the movie he said he wants to take major on Engineering and Dance. I know this guy is one tiny-curly hair-cool guy! πŸ˜€

I mean, look at this:

Moose, major in Engineering and Dance.

Isn’t he cool? Wait until you see him dance, and you will agree with me, no doubt.

Secondly, Natalie, the girl who has a classic young-woman-own-her-life-but-not-just-yet character performed as a very good dancer in every musical numbers. From all of those scenes with her in frame, I will never forget this one. With the background is hundreds of Boom boxes (I’m one of those boom box generation too, when you take off your hat for the bass-boom function and party is always on everytime you turn it on), she dance alone, just to warm up.

Natalie, the full-skilled-dancer of the movie

It’s funny because she might be the best dancer-girl in the whole trilogy ofΒ  Step Up. She got the rhytm right and moves at the right time, for the right directions (thank you for a wonderful Director of Photography who showed me this clearly). Never once she lost beat in those numbers. The last number with Luke that she did on the final competition, is amazing. And I thought they never dance together. Thank God, they did.

The biggest treat for the eyes (errr at least, my eyes :P) is always Luke, the main character who has the body of a dancer, the moves of a passionate human and lead his life with so many ways of logical thinking. And yes, he is manly, especially when he dance (how often can you see man dancing and still manly? Only when they’re real dancer, I guess). He apparently has my life, passions for movie and dance, all in the same time. And he’s good looking too. Damn.

oh, come on. lie to me, tell me that this Luke isn't the biggest treat πŸ˜‰

Last but not least, is the marvelous sets they serves. I mean, most of us know New York, but dancing on the street like Moose did, moving your body proudly in the park of your college, tap your feet down even when there’s water, all you can see only in Step Up 3D.

best friends stick 'til the end (Lion King 1 1/2)

Moose and his water number. Perfecto! πŸ˜‰

All of dance numbers are expertly choreographed. Layers in the choreography serve the 3D technology nicely, and we still have a good portion of depth.

Still photo from the set of Step Up 3D

the water number. wait until they moves πŸ˜‰

cool neon number! πŸ˜€

This is not a movie about learning the techniques of dance, not about two people falling in love out of life-happens-moments and share their differences on dancing qualifications, try hard to become one. No, this is a movie about what you can do after you realizing your real passion in life. A movie about talent you have and hard work you still need to accomplish to complete your journey.

Knowing that to choose one path in your life, doesn’t mean you have to leave another.

You will grow a bigger heart, along with the beat and not one single romantic scene goes for nothing, there is connections and character development in each interactions happened. The movie succesfully delivered unforgettable choreography and treated viewers with good visualisation.

Step Up 3D

No. Thank you for not showing any faces here (in the film poster). Like Moose said, ‘One move can change your life’ ^_^

That’s why Step Up 3D is the best of it’s trilogy.

Now, let’s dance our own way, beautiful people! πŸ˜‰


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