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About Ranty Yustina Dewi

I'm a Film Freelancer worker, based in Jakarta, Indonesia. I like to read, to write, watch movies and dying to make my own feature film someday. I'm not afraid of contradictions we have in Life and World around, in fact I'm one of the generation, and I'm proud to be. This blog is a personal site for me and my closest friends, and yet contains professional works I've done. Mind my nerve thoughts written in this site sometimes, but please enjoy the rest. Thank You for Ray Marr who introduced me with this world again, reminds me just how loyal words are to me and encouraged me to start, with a strength I never knew before that I have it in me. I have great times here, in this little cozy corner, and I hope you will too. Welcome to the Beautiful and the Mess in my Life ^_^

How to be a Flood Survivor in Jakarta

I’m taking off my hat to my friends who amazingly successfully help Jakarta residences during the disaster today. They help providing food, clothes, first aid kit, and many things people needs in time. I personally thankful for you guys, and humbly saying thank you for what you’re doing.

In this little note, I would like to share you my first experience during Jakarta flood. For job reason, I had to stay over at my aunty’s home at the center part of Jakarta, where all you can see is high and higher buildings, houses shared a wall to one another, where the best transport you can get for getting somewhere without getting your self crazy for traffic jam, is motorcycle.

I went to sleep last night at 3 am, after finishing my work, and woken up this morning by simple words “oiiii, the flood is here…”.

I walked out the room and find this instantly in front of our house.

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In front of our house, which is actually higher ground than the street.

It was raining in medium scale, but it happens since last night. We, the five of us, can only saw the water gets into the house and started to create strategies of how can we face this with. We certainly can’t go anywhere, many roads and streets are blocked already, even one of my cousin stuck on the street inside her car with my nephew. So we tried to save some stuff from -just in case-, the water got in the house, gets higher.

After a while, we take a break and sits around, while gathering some tools we will need to get the water out of the house, we will do this when the rain stops. And that’s when I see this..

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The clothes plastic basket is just floating and row it’s own way somewhere.

We were all moving fast to all of the house directions, so when we stopped for a while and this blue thing calmy pass in front of us, we simply couldn’t stop laughing. It’s so humble that flood or not flood it seemed to find a way to enjoy and ride with whatever happens, ha ha.

As soon as we were ready, we started to collect the water trapped in the house and throw it out outside. Good thing now that the rain has stopped, so we have a positive thinking of getting this done.

My little cousin and I gather gayungs, we use this for taking a shower daily, and now it has a brand new duty. Please take a look of this.

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It’s important to have it in your favorite color. It helps a lot when your spirit go down during the effort.

One hour and its getting better, we got most of the water out. You may need something simple to hold the water in a bigger place before you get it out of the house, like this one.

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A plastic basket, better be in a wide form and not too high. And makes sure that the handle is strong.

We keep doing this until the a water in about a half cm high. And we changed tools into this.

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Pengki, a helpful tool for flood.

We called it “Pengki” here, don’t know what’s the English for this. I am too focusing to write this blog so you guys will have a hint on what to do if this happens to you someday. Knocks on wood 😛

Use that Pengki and plastic basket, and it will gets you the next level, which is little poodles everywhere, including some though spots to reached on. Then, you will need this to finish your mission.

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I don’t even know what you called it. I’m too excited to finish this blog! 😛

And off course, the best partner in crime, here it is..

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It is a simple tool, you can àlmost get in anywhere in Jakarta. Just makes sure that it is strong one because the work is going to be hard ones, heavy use.

It’s funny that I just realized that my aunty has like 5 of them in the house and now I’m starting to feel like a newbie about this. Work this out with that plastic basket, and you’re just a step away from the finish line.

Another break and my little cousin found this.

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I guess this is the end of your journey, dude?…

My other cousin that got stuck on the street in the car with her son now back home. It means the streets are clear, for some, and it’s getting better.And I started to imagine a body spa somewhere in nirvana.

But God has another plan.

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Courtesy of Jakarta Globe.

Well, well. There’s a saying in Indonesian song, “…bukan lautan, hanya kolam susu..”, more or less means “..it’s not a sea, but simply just a pool of milk..” – the song symbolize it for a rich and blessed country.

I’m not sure if that is applicable in this case, although the visual now-as you can all see-is convincing.

But Jakarta Governor, Joko Widodo, has announced that he put the capital under “emergency” status because of the massive flooding that paralyzed the city today. And he announced this until January 27th.

Tomorrow we will have big rain in the morning, and medium ones for the rest of the day. That’s what the weather girl said on TV. We successfully pass this one today, hopefully tomorrow we will have more energy to face this and if I can ask, a mental statement like the blue plastic basket.

Never loose any sense of humor, guys. Even though you may realize now, that your birth visionary is actually to witness this, ha ha.

Good luck all Jakarta people! ^_^

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I will be your Man

19 years ago, when I was 13, my parents divorced. I knew it all by my self, no one told me and I simply took conclusion by watching my mom packed and go, also read a sheet of paper by coincidence when I was going to iron my clothes in the morning. I pretended things were okay, but the fact was, my whole world turned upside down.

I spent my days blaming my self, thinking that I’m not matter, that nothing would be good enough from that moment on. That people doesn’t care about me anymore, and I lose my faith to stay alive. I literally went crazy, and as no one knows, people started to think of me as a weepy girl. Because I kept crying and choose to be alone, in any occassions, hating my self, find a way to kill my self.

Yes, that was the 13 years old me.

A friend came for comfort, he is a friend of my boyfriend. I resented my boyfriend away, and he came along. I resented him, but he wouldn’t give up. For the rest of my 2 years in junior high school, I couldn’t care less about anything, anyone. I wasn’t afraid of anything. I lived in my own corner, and I was solid for my self until he came.

He tried a lot of things to stop me from feeling bad about my self. He worked on my homeworks, sneaking to grab my paper by the class window, write down the answers to my exams. He made sure I got into class, and I got on the right bus home, everyday.

After one year, I got used of the idea that he always stand behind me, watch my back. Seconds before I disappeared from him, I looked back and I always find him, waving his hands at me, smiling. Telling me that everything will be okay. And in the meantime, he will be there for me.

One day he moved away, my boyfriend said that he is sick and he has to go back to his hometown. We didn’t even say goodbye. But he left his address for me, and for sometimes, we kept in touch by mail.

I have his latest letter with me. He wrote that if he is offered to stay alive longer and that means he couldn’t get a chance to know me, he wouldn’t do it. He will keep it this way, that he had a chance to know me, to take care of me, even though he had to go first. But I will be your Man, Ranty, he said. Just like the song once we heard over our rich friend’s walkman, now and forever, I will be your Man.

I never really understand then, until I learned from my boyfriend, that he got Leukimia. And his time is up.

Not any single time, everytime I heard the song again, I didn’t remember him, and all the things he did for me, when nobody cares. He is, for me, a guardian. I could be lost in drugs and do another stupid any youth does in their age for no reason, but he kept me out of those area. And while he was doing all that, covering all of my silliness, he was struggling with his Leukimia also. No one knows until he left Jakarta.

I was just browsing and I found out this video, it brought me in tears because I miss him so much. And I hope to meet him again, to just hold him and tell him that I love him, for staying put between my madness, for being a friend when no one has faith with me anymore. For being there with me, even when I resent him everytime. For being my Man.

I swear, I miss his companies. We don’t have a lot of this kind of friend nowadays.

So, have a good rest, my Man. Hope you sit well with God up there. I miss you, and will always miss you down here. Hugs.

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Happy Birthday, my Naughty Knight.

Doesn’t matter what happen with our parents, we stick together since always. Doesn’t matter what people would say about us, my weirdness and your sometimes-rather-ridiculous-decisions you took for your life, we managed to keep having faith in each of us. And when it’s silent, the world surrounding you with second guesses, baby, I got your back.

So thank you for being born after me. Well, sometimes I still wish you were born before me so I can be silly more often. He he. Thank you for showing me paths, roads, signs, seriously I will get lost without you, ha ha–you knew this happens a lot-. Thank you for being the best Transport Captain, ever, ever, EVER–gee, I miss you a lot in this production -_-‘. Thank you for being there when I needed you most. Thank you for letting me be whoever I am, understanding me mostly, loving me unconditionally.

Happy Birthday, my Naughty Knight.

I love you everyday, and twice on Sundays.

*trakteeer…. 😀

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I’m planting a Teak Tree

If it’s easy, and everyone can do it, I won’t even bother to do this. But it’s not easy and not everyone can do this. So here I am, swallowing my pride and hang on to my very deep personal reason in daily basis, as to why I’m still here.

The last time I resigned, I was wounded, in all over my body and heart. Took a month trip in Asia, months to ever meet with people and learn to trust again, with a hope that I can heal my wounds, by seeing once again, that this big-big world could only get better. It worked out well. I even believe to love again.

Now I know, in a way I have to face it, stay longer and choose to be the wiser ones. So I stayed for those who hang on to me, even though now they seemed to forget about me and not even remember that I existed.

But hey. If this is all about me, then it should be a poem, not a filmmaking, isn’t it?.. Even Poems is not that shallow, I believe.

So when emotions comes up and burning my head, I told my self again and again, deal with it. I made a choice and I have to deal with it. Whatever the consequences will be.

And when I lost all the reasons to stay, and it feels like hell so I’d like to just sinking in deeply, I only remember one thing: it’s a teak tree planting.

 

 

I’m planting a Teak Tree.

To be able to ever really enjoy and cherish the best results, I will have to wait for years and years. Be there in every seasons. And… wait patiently.

Give into the process.

 

 

So ask me where I’m heading, I will tell you that I have dreams and not giving up on it yet. But let’s just say that if this is the path I should took on, the road I have to walk on, terminals I must passes on, so be it.

I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere back down.

O my unborn child, how I wish you will embrace your life with passion. Because without it, nothing will ever matters anymore.

Good night, my baby. Mommy loves you. Everyday and twice on sunday.

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the dark knight rises. a brilliant piece from crazy nolan.

Have you ever watch a movie and you regret the fact that you kept your maner well, and you don’t jump off the seat? Have you ever watch a movie, once it’s end, you don’t want it to end?

I watched Nolan’s movie, first time, Memento. His visual storytelling, crafty editing, crazy plot and amazing way of directing amazed me since then. He reminded me once, that even though we seek for a simple things in life, mostly they don’t come that way. and it’s really okay, as long as you keep tattooed the important messages on your body 😛

Nolan, like Einstein, should have their brain studied. For the ability to move me that way, ah! I stood up, clapping my hands and shouting, ‘Nolan you’re crazy! You’re crazy!!!’ And then I realized people starting to do the same. Because he is, crazy.

I love the combination of casts, the smooth yet crafty works in editing, the marvelous job with the dialogues, man that was really cool! I love just how he made me forget about everything once the movie starts.

Nolan, nolan, nolan.

You’re cool.

You’re crazy.

And I’m proud to witness your signature in directing.

Brilliant.

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