Nyontek ni yeee

Last weekend, Zenin and I went to a friend’s house. We saw a lot of Laras Magazine (Indonesian Architecture Magazine). We were so thrilled that there have been many great houses, hotels; apartments and other projects that were built back home. It is a good indicator that this industry is doing well back home.   

Until of course, I saw the sad face beside me. Yes, it was my husband, Zenin. Apparently, one of his good friends has copied Zenin’s work. I totally have no respect for this guy. First of all, this guy is far more “established” than Zenin (angkatan ’88 bow!!!). Does he not have any conscious and pride to copy my husband’s work? The concept, the detail, you name it, everything!!! Does he not have any moral? Is there any law for such disgrace? Can we sue this person? Sadly, the answer is a big fat NO.

The copyright that I know is designed to protect and claim that the artist’s works are their own creations, emanating from their own minds and that their works must be treated sacred. It supposed to identify the creator and the creation. It supposed to protect individual creators of literary, dramatic, musical and artistic works and makers of films. These include painters and other visual artists, architects, illustrators, photographers, writers, screenwriters, set designers, film makers, etc. It supposed to hindrance others to get economical gain from the mind of others. And lastly, as a creative work, it supposed to protect the customer/client to have “one of a kind” work of art.

I guess I am more upset than Zenin.  He told me that though moral rights of copyrights are integral in architecture, but in practice very little is used. Sadly, it’s moral in this area is almost fictional. An architect may only give a slight alteration of his end product, and then it is already considered a different “product”. For example, an architect can copy another architect’s work, but he only change the size of the window by an inch, then, the law perceives it as “a whole different work of art”. Hence, in the eyes of the law, there is no violation. Moreover, in practice there is little litigation by architects over breaches of their moral rights.

It is good to know that Zenin’s work was published in five magazines and books (local and overseas) before this so called “friend” copied. Thus, people can definitely identify the creator behind the creation.

I don’t know how to save a life…

I don’t know how to save a life…

Last week I was talking to a friend of mine from college. We have not talked in ages, so obviously we were keeping up with each other. Naturally, we were also talking about our mutual friends. Surprisingly, it seems like almost nobody is doing what they were studying in college.

For example, a friend of us, a Japanese girl who studied DWA (Diplomacy and World Affairs) and trained to be a diplomat. I remembered that she told me that she wanted to go law school in the east coast and then pursuing a career in the United Nation. I thought her plan was fabulous. At that time, my friends and I naturally could see her doing something along the line of Japanese representative in UN. However, to my surprise, somehow, she has let go of her college dream. After college she decided to go to an Architecture School in the west coast. She now gracefully practices architecture down in LA.

Here’s another facinating story about a friend of mine who studied biology at Cornell. He was so intensely brilliant that he finished college in only three years. Considering the competition in the biology department (read: everyone is Pre-Med), three years is equivalent to impossible to accomplish.  With his credentials, I thought he would be a great surgeon. But, here I am, wrong again. He ended up going to Law School and now he’s making tons of money as a corporate lawyer in Japan. Then, there’s also another friend who was physics major from HK. He was also one of the brightest people I have encountered. He was in the 3/2 program, where he got two degrees in five years. One, from my school and the other one from Caltech (California Institute of Technology). He started as a physics major at my school and then he majored in double E (Electrical Engineering) at Caltech. Anyways, I thought he would be doing some fancy innovation work in some high tech company. However, I am erroneously wrong. He now works in Asia. He is a successful entrepreneur; amongst others he has a timber company in Laos, a wine business in China, etc.

Are you still up for more? Here is a wider of the mark. There was also my laid back next door neighbor. He was a philosophy major; the kind that was also an artsy kind in a neo-hippie style. In college, he drank notoriously and never understands why I would want to crucified myself as a bio major. For him, science is just way too complicated and a waste of time. Consequently, he is a firm believer that “not wasting time” is to pursuing answers to questions such as “the meaning of life” or “why are there religions in this world?”, etc. Somewhere between graduation and today, his “abstract mind” completely changed. To my surprise, right now he just finished his 3rd year of medical school (he still have one more year). Then afterwards, he will start his seven years residency program. Mind you, he will be in the neurology. And this was a guy who thought I was just being “typical” and “too logical” for studying bio.

Then there’s me. By train I am a biologist, and I used to dream saving lives by curing cancer. I used to dream to be working in a super high tech lab in search of a cure for cancer. Then, somewhere along the bitterness of not wanting to be stuck in a bio lab dealing with rats, frogs, etc, and plus my curiosity for the stock market I went away to study finance. Then after almost five years pursuing a career in a finance world, I ran away to the other side of the world to support someone else’s dream. To make things more “convoluted”, I am studying completely different area than what I have studied.

Many people politely commented to me, “oooh you poor thing, you changed your career, you wasted money, time and energy studying biology”. I usually stared politely right on through and said “no, I never feel I was wasting anything when turned left, whilst others stayed right”.

People may completely change their dreams. However, that does not mean that we have no aspire in life or have lowered the standard of our dreams or just simply given up when things gets difficult. More importantly, it does not mean that we have wasted money, time and energy in our earlier part of our life. I am a true believer that multiple skills or wide range of skills stimulates a wider and broader knowledge. Thus creates much more sensitive and more open minded breed of people. Hence, it’s not a dream that they changed, but it’s a matter of “revolutionizing” their dream. It is an adjustment or amendment. This modification may be related or not to the “end product”. But, do not ever regard it as “a waste of time”. An example that is very common and becoming more and more “ordinary” is that nowadays medical schools accept psychology graduates, so that doctors would understand to communicate to their patients.

Please do not misunderstand me; I also do highly admire those who devote themselves to one particular profession. For example, my husband wanted to be an architect since he was in the 7th grade. He is still loyal to his profession. And truthfully, I admire him for his strength, determination, endurance and devotion for his love towards architecture. 

Lastly, I may not know how to safe a life, but, I truthfully feel none of us have anyone to blame for whatever others have done with our own personal lives.

my hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me, so won't you kill me, so i die happy

Man, this song makes me soooo darn happy....!!!

After years listening to dark and painful songs of Jimmy Eat World...finally I found a happy EMO song!!! Btw, this song is a few years old.... hohoho... my bad. For a the greatest live video checkout: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1k5UUK2eG0&search=dashboard%20confessional%20hands%20down

plagiarism

One of the big concerns of the Administrative Board of schools in the US (and probably around the world) is student’s plagiarism and its consequences for students who fail to follow their academic guidelines. I, for one, is damn terrified of the consequences as it would require the student to withdraw from the course.

I remember that during orientation at my college, the administrative staff made sure we know how to cite properly. For international students who speak languages other than English, we were given additional remarks, not to simply translate for our assignments and claim it as “my paper”.

Nowadays, due to internet networks, the battle is becoming bigger than ever. Information is only a click away. My husband says that there is software that professors use to pint point plagiarism. The software is not able to detect if a person does not plagiarize “word by word”. Thus, it cannot catch anyone cheating by using of plagiarizing ideas or by the method of translation.

So, why am I blabbing about plagiarism? Well, today, I was doing research for my class, and came across an opinion article that looked all too familiar for me. Where did I see it before? My gosh, I saw it at a friend’s blog. Word by word!!! How disappointing was that? I checked the date, and apparently, my friend’s blog was written way later than the opinion article. I was very disappointed that a person that I truly admire was using this for his/her own benefit. I remember when I read my friend’s blog, I thought that person is so gifted—that is to be able to analyze such issue. I will not mention any names. However, I hope he/she will soon realize plagiarism is CHEATING and you can be expelled from Harvard!!! Please stop what you are doing!!!

Top 10 things about Jakarta that I used to hate so much, but now I missed them like hell:

  1. Driving alone in the traffic jam at Kuningan [speed: 1km/hr!!!]. Ohhh how I miss my “boleh senggol” car!!!
  2. Ten thousand text messages per day that I have to reply [pegel bow jari gue]
  3. Ke salon, dress up, make up, nyiapin angpao, ngantri2 panjang ala disneyland and all the nity gritty of getting ready to a wedding that can take up to 2 hours just to “meet” the bride and groom for… err …15 seconds max.
  4. Somehow I even miss my grumpy boss who always says, “woman, don't you have work? stop browsing, stop pacaran, stop munching, stop going to the stairs, stop having a two hour lunch, etc”
  5. I miss those “entertaining” off key bencongs at the lampu merah.
  6. I miss my big fat laud amburadul extended family who never forget to ask me, “yuhuuu…weiwaaa…udah isi blooooom???”
  7. I miss all my annoying friends who dares to wake me up at 3 am and said, "gueee dateng ketempat lu sekarang ya, gue mo currhattt, penting niy!"… girlfriend… can’t it wait till the sun comes up???
  8. I even miss that little annoying Ronny si Mpek2 jutek di menteng who always gets bitchy if you ask him, “jeung…jeung … mpek2 gue udah jadi blom?”
  9. Basa basi here and there of “selamat pagi/siang/sore/malem mba leilaaaaaa, apa kabar mba leilaaa” from the satpams, polisi, pemboki, OB, OG, concierge, tukang parkir, tukan kebon, mas2 valet parking, mba2 and mas2 bimasena, etc. No basa basi in here all right..
  10. Most importantly… I miss having NO peace of mind back home… there’s always something “heboh” in  Jakarta

How to be a good architect’s wife

How to be a good architect’s wife:

  1. Scream hysterically upon entering a badly designed house

  2. Never let him outshine you [read: always be more fashionable than him]

  3. Learn not to sleep by drinking lots of coffee when he talks about roofs for half an hour

  4. Remember to always strike a pose [24-7], because they’re visually stimulated and gets paralyzed upon seeing anything beautiful

  5. Always say “interesting” and add a few nods if asked for your opinion about that famous award winning building that looks like a jail cell

  6. Don’t get mad when he says that you’re skin is like a first class material of an expensive house – this is actually the highest form of compliment from him

  7. He aint cheap, he’s just original

  8. He aint gay, he’s just metrosexual

  9. Never asked him about restaurant recommendations. He has no clue if the food is good or not. He only pays attention to the furniture, bathroom and its interior design

  10. Be grateful because he’s good with his hands J