Fariz Blog — Nothin’ but simplicity..

After gaining two draws (1-1 against Thailand and 1-1 against Oman, both in group phase) and four wins (3-1 against Australia in group phase, 2-0 against Vietnam in quarter-final, 4-3 on penalties against Korea in semi-final, and 1-0 against Saudi Arabia in final), Iraq have been admitted as the champions of 2007 AFC Asian Cup. The trophy for the team was presented by the president of Republic of Indonesia, Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono. And the small trophies for each players were presented by the president of FIFA, Sepp Blatter.

Playing the final match at Gelora Bung Karno Stadium, Jakarta, the Iraqi squad fought the Saudi Arabians like a bunch of wounded lions. Unlike the current situation in their country after U.S. invasion –conflicts everytime and everywhere, they showed a very beautiful teamwork in a very solid team. I think I haven’t ever watched them play like that before..

I felt some satisfaction after watching the final match. I’m just glad that Iraq won the championship. Don’t know exactly why.. Probably because I got some sympathy on them.. Hehehe..

Bravo Iraq!!

Picture taken from www.afcasiancup.com

It’s been about three years since my last Soundrenaline –probably the biggest music event ever held in Indonesia, at least it’s what I think –. It was held in a couple cities, as always (since 2003, the 2^nd Soundrenaline). I watched that concert in my hometown, Malang, with my friends. But the experience wasn’t as great as I had when I attended the same event a year before in Surabaya (not actually Surabaya though, but in Bumi Marinir, Gedangan, Sidoarjo). I think it was because of the venue here, which wasn’t as big as one at Surabaya.

In these last three years, I’ve felt some kinda hunger of a great music event that can give me some adrenaline rush, and a great satisfaction in music appreciating. I’ve been missing such rock music concert (although there’s not only rock musicians who perform in Soundrenaline). Because of many things, I just couldn’t attend the rock concerts held in these last three years. What a pity..

This year, I’m having a plan to go to Surabaya for Soundrenaline, along with my friends. August 5^th is the exact date. I’m gonna feed my hunger of rock concert, I’m gonna water my thirst of hundred-thousand watts of powerful sound system. I’m gonna watch the concert after missing it for three straight years, even if I had to crawl over the hot mud flood to reach it (ouch, too hyperbolic I guess.. )

Watch out, Surabaya.. We will rock you!!

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Today, a friend of mine celebrates the anniversary of his relationship with love of his life.. It’s been three years now, since they got in relationship.. I just can’t forget how he got crushed on her and being lovesick, three years ago. It still feels like yesterday..

Talking about his love life, what about mine? Ah, still keep searching and searching in last couple years.. Though I’m not as perfectionist as before, it feels like still difficult.. I’m still trying to use every good opportunity given to me now, and fight for it. Wish God would give the best for me..

Happy anniversary, my friends.. Wish God gave the best for both of you.. Wish you an eternal love, till death separates you.. Hehehe.. 

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After waiting for eight straight days, the trial day finally came. I just couldn’t wait for the first experience being on trial, hehehe.. It was Tuesday, June 26^th. As written on the traffic ticket, the trial would begin at 10. So I left for trial court at 9:55. Quite tight, wasn’t it? 

I rode my motorcycle confidently. I had already known where the court was, although I didn’t know the exact location yet. Since entering the North Ahmad Yani Street, I kept my eyes on the right side of the street, preventing from losing the way. Thank God I didn’t hit anything coz I didn’t focus on my front side . After minutes of searching, I just remembered that there was a flyover project being built there, in the middle of the road. It was quite disturbing at that time.. And it made me miscalculate the right coordinate of the trial court building, so I had to make turn quite far away from the building .

Arriving at the court, I was "welcomed" by a lot of expediters outside the fence, peddling their services. I just ignored them and go to the parking lot. After parking my motorcycle, there were more expediters peddling their services to me. That time, the parking officer was also being an expediter too! Gosh.. It reminded me of the situation at the police station, where I applied for my riding license.

By that time, I still didn’t know where to go yet. But I tried too look confident, coz I thought that the hesitants would be expediters’ prospects. I went into the building then. I look for an information center, but I couldn’t find it. There was a man behind the receptionist desk, so I came there and asked where the trial room for traffic was. He asked me to show my traffic ticket. And then he offered his service.. Just like the other expediters before! I had some thoughts, "Oh God, please show me anyone who’s not expediter here.."

The receptionist showed me the court room then, after I refused his offering. The room was at the back side of the building. It would be more simple if I reached the room directly from the parking lot.. If only I knew it.

In the court room, it seemed that the trial had begun. My imagination of a trial court certainly disappeared there. I didn’t see any judge, attorney, or lawyer wearing their robes. Just some people in some kinda office suit. One of the officers instructed me to enqueue my traffic ticket and wait. Minutes later, I heard my name called by the person at the center of the green table. He was the judge, I thought. Then I stepped forward, and he mentioned the amount of fine that I had to pay. It was Rp 31,000.00, just the same as the others’ fine. Was that it?? Was it a trial or just a verdict reading?? Ah, I wouldn’t give a damn about it, just as usual. Thinking of it might just only make some mind stress. Heehee .

Wallaahu a’lam. And only Allah who has the most knowledge.

[ The End   ]

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Yesterday, June 1^st, was the 61^st anniversary of Indonesian Police Corps. Talking about police, I have a recent experience with traffic police officers.. Please enjoy .

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It was Monday, June 18^th. Just like other Mondays, I felt not too good. After getting my motorcycle’s front wheel repaired in a service station at Suropati Street, I left for office in a hurry, coz I had been late for hours (!). In order to reach the office quickly, I took the shortest path, through Merapi Street.

But unlucky me, instead of getting faster, I had to stop at Merbabu Street, because of a traffic operation held by the traffic police officers. Right after being stopped by one of them, I confidently searched my wallet for my riding license and motorcycle registration, coz I was sure that I always put them there.

And then I found my license, but.. Where was my registration?? Oh my God, I couldn’t find it! I searched my wallet over and over again, but it was just not there.. And I sadly admitted to the officer that I forgot to bring it with me..

Giving no tolerance, the officer offered me whether I chose attending the trial or just give him some money of entrustment instead. I had known before, that he would say those kinda things.. You know, Indonesian cops . It even seemed that it had become an usual habit that we gave cops money to avoid the trial. Yes, it did..

I had been sick of giving bribe money to police officers, so I chose attending the trial. Although there was no guarantee that my money would certainly go to the state’s treasury, but at least the money wouldn’t certainly go into the officer’s pocket. It made me feel better. Hehe . Then the officer told me that I must leave my motorcycle for the assurance until the trial day. Gosh! Of course I didn’t wanna leave it to them, regarding their bad reputation.. So I decided to make a little negotiation to exchange the warrant. I asked him to be allowed to give my motorcycle’s registration for exchange, so I could take my motorcycle home.

The officer agreed, so I called home to get somebody bring the motorcycle’s registration to me, coz I thought that there wouldn’t be enough time to get it myself. And during the time of waiting the motorcycle’s registration, the officer kept showing his impatience, saying that they might leave the location soon, to the new target location. I was thinking that he must be just bluffing, and making me just gave him some bribe money and leave. No, thank you! Like I have said before, I’m sick of it! (Of course I didn’t say it right in front of his face.. I wasn’t that stupid.. )

It had been a quite long time of waiting.. And there were some other interesting incidents at the moment. There were at least three females who also didn’t bring their vehicle registrations, but the officer let them go freely. Being complained by someone who was also given traffic ticket, he just said some "she’s-from-around-here" things and other words unclearly. I personally didn’t give a damn about it. Dunno what the true reason is, only he and God knew that.

The other incident was the hitting. There were some boys on their motorcycles. It seemed that they had just been graduated from high school –regarding the uniforms they were wearing, so full-of-colourful-sprayed-paint. One of them was caught breaking the traffic law by an officer, but he struggled, trying to escape. Then the officer yelled to the others, and the boy had being beaten in seconds. One thing that I regretted, why were the officers keep hitting the boy even though he had asked for mercy.. Gosh, police officers..

There was one other thing that had made my respect to those officers vanish. While I was waiting for my motorcycle’s registration, this boy –he’s about my age– asked me to borrow my cell. He said that he would use it to call his uncle. After he finished his call, I heard him negotiating with the officer. The boy said to the officer that his uncle was the owner of a café at Lahor Street. And he asked the officer to settle the problems at his uncle’s café, during the lunchtime. Then I heard that the officer refused that offer, but he demand a bottle of booze –a scotch whisky– for settling the problem instead! What the..

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I waited for about half an hour before my motorcycle’s registration arrived. Then I got my traffic ticket, then I left for office. And I merely waited for the trial day to come.. Mmmh.. I think that’s all the story of that day. I think I would reveal more of our police officers’ awful mentality if I described it more briefly.. Hehehe..

[ To be continued.. ]

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I hate being insomniac, especially when I got so tired..

I hate waiting, especially waiting for something uncertain..

I hate watching or listening something I don’t like, especially when many people said it was good…

I hate being betrayed, especially by someone to whom I gave my trust..

I hate being lazy, especially when I could do nothing to avoid it..

I hate liars, but I hate more when I had to lie..

I hate being forced to reveal my secrets while I was willing to keep them for myself..

I hate being able to do nothing while there were things going wrong..

I hate being someone else..

And I hate myself when I hated too much things.. 

Love is a quite-simple-but-complicated word

Love mostly seems extremely beautiful while it is concealing much bitterness

Love can make you strong, but can also make you weak

Love can cut your throat off while it is laying you down on a bed of flowers

Love can drop you into a bottomless hole of pain while it is making you floating in the air of fragrance

Love can cripple you while it is making you more energetic

Love can make you cry while you’re laughing.. It can also make you laugh while you’re crying

Love weakens your logic while it is strengthening your emotion

Love always brings you hope while it seems to give desperation

Love is more about giving to people whom we love than taking from them

Love is truly a gift that God has given to us, but not all of us understand what it is

Love is so strange, too strange for even a genius to understand.. But it is no need to be a genious to understand love

What is the truth behind the paradoxes of love? How good or bad it is depends on how you manage your heart and thoughts to face them..

Wallaahu a’lam (And only Allah who has the most knowledge).

Last night, when I was in my workplace preparing for going home, I had a call on my cell. It was from my high school friend. Cahya’s her name. Kinda surprised I was, coz I haven’t been in contact with her since the graduation day. She told me then, that one of our friend’s mother -Hamzah’s- passed away few hours before.. I was a little shock then, though I haven’t ever met Hamzah’s mother.

One moment after I said my condolence, a couple calls and short messages coming. They were from my other friends who wanted to spread the news among other, or just wanted to ask some confirmation about the news. Why didn’t they just ask to Hamzah directly? And say their condolences all at once..

Don’t know why, that news had made me tremble. Then I thought about my mother more than I’ve done before. I just remembered how often I disappointed her, how often I made her down. Now I just wanna love her more, I just wanna make her happier. Please help me, God..

Dear friends, love your mother while you can, coz you never know whether you can see her tomorrow.

I love you, Mom..

Fariz
December 6^th, 2006

Few words about me..

Greetings.. Let me give you a little introduction. My name is Fariz. My parents gave me Fariz Andri Bakhtiar as my complete name. I was born on March 14^th, 1984. I live in Malang (East Java - Indonesia) since then.

There is nothing special about me. I’m just a simple person who wants to live a simple life. I used to work as a part-time teacher at my former high school, SMA Negeri 3 Malang. Now I’m currently working as a technician at ITCC (Information Technology and Computer Center), an NIIT Center for Brawijaya University. Now I am still a student of Electrical Engineering at Brawijaya University, and still working on my final project. Phew..