hihi...
tadi sore, saya mencoba baca buku serial Pilih Sendiri Petualanganmu, dengan judul "Dengan Balon Ke Sahara".
Bagi teman2 sekalian yang belum pernah baca, well, klik disini untuk sekedar gambaran buku ini seperti apa isinya.
Untuk judul " Dengan Balon ke Sahara ", yah, pembaca dikatakan naik balon udara. Kemudian, dari halaman pertama, sudah diberi masalah, yakni Badai...
Karena datang badai, jadi pembaca harus memilih langkah berikutnya. Pilihan tersebut akan membawa ke halaman tertentu untuk melanjutkan cerita (yang berbeda beda tergantung pilihan tindakan dari setiap masalah yang ada).
Nah... masalahnya adalah, saya ini sudah dewasa... saya memilih pilihan pilihan yang paling rasional. Dan tiba tiba saja, cerita ini, selesai hanya dalam 5 (lima) halaman. Semua tokoh selamat, dan bahkan balon itu baru terbang sampai perairan perbatasan perancis.
XD LOL.....
*dengan kata lain, saya ini kurang imajinatif dan tidak berani mengambil resiko berpetualang*
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
omongan yang menjatuhkan
Saya berencana menjadi arsitek "betulan" karena itu saya membuat kartu nama... Saya mendesign nya sendiri, memilih gambar , font, dan warna nya sendiri.. sebaik mungkin semampu saya - saya buat supaya kartu nama ini bisa betul betul indah dan fungsional bersamaan, serta representatif...
Gambar yang saya pakai, adalah salah satu gambar yang saya buat, sebuah ikan dengan warna coklat - bata, yang saya tiru dari sebuah buku mengenai sushi.
Hasilnya, ya.. tentu saja menurut saya, kartu nama saya itu sangat keren. Artful *boleh dibilang begitu, setidaknya secara pribadi*. Dan saya bangga dengan nya. :)
Saya belum banyak membagi kartu nama saya ini, dan ketika saya mau beri ke salah seorang teman ibu saya, si tante ini, saya langsung jatuh seketika.
Mengapa demikian? Yah, waktu saya beri kartu itu dengan penuh kebanggaan " nih, tante, kartu nama ku, hehe" , beliau hanya melihat nya sebentar, dan kemudian langsung berkomentar " Kartu nama begini mah, gak bakal laku, hurup belakang nya kekecilan, ga keliatan apa apa buat orang tua. Paling paling langsung di kembali in ke kamu, buat apa? Cuman sok artistik, padahal informasi nya gak kebaca." dan diletakan nya kembali itu kartu ke meja.
ugh. makjleb langsung ke hati saya. Reaksi pertama saya adalah, sedih luar biasa, tersinggung, dan kemudian marah. Begitu teganya menghina karya seni saya yang sudah saya buat sepenuh hati seperti itu. Saya betul betul marah. Kemudian kemarahan saya hilang, kemudian saya sedih lagi.
Dipikir2..., tante saya itu berkata benar. Huruf di bagian belakang memang sulit terbaca untuk orang yang sudah berumur diatas 30 tahun (40 tahun lah), karena saya ingat, bapak ibu saya juga tidak bisa baca, tulisan nya apa di belakang kartu (hanya saja, mereka tetap memuji gambar ikan dan komposisi kartunya).
Langsung lah saya minder, minder berat... saya langsung mengurungkan niat mau membagikan kartu nama itu ke teman2 ibu saya yang lain. PD saya langsung hilang... *sigh*
Tapi kemudian saya teringat ramalan horoskop dari teman saya beberapa waktu lalu... saya tidak ingat kalimat pastinya bagaimana, tapi ini yang saya tangkap :
"penting untuk mendengar dan menerima berbagai pendapat orang lain tentang diri kamu, tapi tidak harus selalu mengikutinya, karena dengan mengikuti pendapat2 itu, malah akan menghancurkan diri sendiri"
Di seminar kemarin dikatakan, bahwa manusia tidak suka di kritik... begitu pula saya, saya tidak senang di kritik.
Dengan kombinasi ingatan saya *yang kacau balau* tentang hal tersebut, saya tersadar, kartu nama saya memang tidak sufficient untuk orang bermata minus atau plus tanpa mengenakan kacamata, sedangkan kartu nama saya dicetak sebanyak 500 lembar (dan saya tidak suka buang buang sumber daya alam terutama kertas secara sia sia), tapi saya juga tetap ingin membagikan nya,
karena itu saya putuskan, saya akan selalu membawa pena permanen untuk menulis ulang nomor telepon saya di bagian belakang kartu, jika memberikan nya kepada orang yang telah berumur. haha.. :)))
btw, ini kartu saya ...
bagian muka
Tentunya hanya jika orang yang saya kasih kartu itu, terlihat menyipitkan mata untuk membaca lebih jelas, atau kalau dia bertanya soal informasinya , kalau tidak, wah, bisa ganti tersinggung calon pengguna jasa saya tersebut. haha :D
ngomong ngomong, karena merasakan tajamnya dikritik seperti itu *sadis bo, kritikannya*, saya jadi teringat ... saya juga sering mengkritik orang, kebanyakan mengenai sketsa arsitektur.
Saya pakai konteks "bagus", "biasa" dan "jelek", saya sering kali mengatakan "biasa" ketika mengomentari gambar teman2 saya. Dan saya tersadar sekarang, mungkin mereka merasa sedih dan marah karena nya , sama seperti yang saya rasakan kemarin, waktu di kritik soal kartu... :(
ugh.. bagi yang pernah saya bilang "biasa" buat gambar yang kalian buat, saya mohon maaf ya... saya jujur, gambar kalian itu memang "biasa" untuk saya, tapi saya tidak bermaksud membuat kalian sedih. Ugh.
Gambar yang saya pakai, adalah salah satu gambar yang saya buat, sebuah ikan dengan warna coklat - bata, yang saya tiru dari sebuah buku mengenai sushi.
Hasilnya, ya.. tentu saja menurut saya, kartu nama saya itu sangat keren. Artful *boleh dibilang begitu, setidaknya secara pribadi*. Dan saya bangga dengan nya. :)
Saya belum banyak membagi kartu nama saya ini, dan ketika saya mau beri ke salah seorang teman ibu saya, si tante ini, saya langsung jatuh seketika.
Mengapa demikian? Yah, waktu saya beri kartu itu dengan penuh kebanggaan " nih, tante, kartu nama ku, hehe" , beliau hanya melihat nya sebentar, dan kemudian langsung berkomentar " Kartu nama begini mah, gak bakal laku, hurup belakang nya kekecilan, ga keliatan apa apa buat orang tua. Paling paling langsung di kembali in ke kamu, buat apa? Cuman sok artistik, padahal informasi nya gak kebaca." dan diletakan nya kembali itu kartu ke meja.
ugh. makjleb langsung ke hati saya. Reaksi pertama saya adalah, sedih luar biasa, tersinggung, dan kemudian marah. Begitu teganya menghina karya seni saya yang sudah saya buat sepenuh hati seperti itu. Saya betul betul marah. Kemudian kemarahan saya hilang, kemudian saya sedih lagi.
Dipikir2..., tante saya itu berkata benar. Huruf di bagian belakang memang sulit terbaca untuk orang yang sudah berumur diatas 30 tahun (40 tahun lah), karena saya ingat, bapak ibu saya juga tidak bisa baca, tulisan nya apa di belakang kartu (hanya saja, mereka tetap memuji gambar ikan dan komposisi kartunya).
Langsung lah saya minder, minder berat... saya langsung mengurungkan niat mau membagikan kartu nama itu ke teman2 ibu saya yang lain. PD saya langsung hilang... *sigh*
Tapi kemudian saya teringat ramalan horoskop dari teman saya beberapa waktu lalu... saya tidak ingat kalimat pastinya bagaimana, tapi ini yang saya tangkap :
"penting untuk mendengar dan menerima berbagai pendapat orang lain tentang diri kamu, tapi tidak harus selalu mengikutinya, karena dengan mengikuti pendapat2 itu, malah akan menghancurkan diri sendiri"
Di seminar kemarin dikatakan, bahwa manusia tidak suka di kritik... begitu pula saya, saya tidak senang di kritik.
Dengan kombinasi ingatan saya *yang kacau balau* tentang hal tersebut, saya tersadar, kartu nama saya memang tidak sufficient untuk orang bermata minus atau plus tanpa mengenakan kacamata, sedangkan kartu nama saya dicetak sebanyak 500 lembar (dan saya tidak suka buang buang sumber daya alam terutama kertas secara sia sia), tapi saya juga tetap ingin membagikan nya,
karena itu saya putuskan, saya akan selalu membawa pena permanen untuk menulis ulang nomor telepon saya di bagian belakang kartu, jika memberikan nya kepada orang yang telah berumur. haha.. :)))
btw, ini kartu saya ...
bagian muka
Tentunya hanya jika orang yang saya kasih kartu itu, terlihat menyipitkan mata untuk membaca lebih jelas, atau kalau dia bertanya soal informasinya , kalau tidak, wah, bisa ganti tersinggung calon pengguna jasa saya tersebut. haha :D
ngomong ngomong, karena merasakan tajamnya dikritik seperti itu *sadis bo, kritikannya*, saya jadi teringat ... saya juga sering mengkritik orang, kebanyakan mengenai sketsa arsitektur.
Saya pakai konteks "bagus", "biasa" dan "jelek", saya sering kali mengatakan "biasa" ketika mengomentari gambar teman2 saya. Dan saya tersadar sekarang, mungkin mereka merasa sedih dan marah karena nya , sama seperti yang saya rasakan kemarin, waktu di kritik soal kartu... :(
ugh.. bagi yang pernah saya bilang "biasa" buat gambar yang kalian buat, saya mohon maaf ya... saya jujur, gambar kalian itu memang "biasa" untuk saya, tapi saya tidak bermaksud membuat kalian sedih. Ugh.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
NONTON BENCANA
Habbit masyarakat indonesia kebanyakan...
... adalah : MENONTON BENCANA
begitulah kira kira ....
Gempa di Yogyakarta, jadi tontonan....
Danau Situ Gintung, juga jadi tontonan....
kalau bencana nya cukup besar *bencana alam yang makan korban puluhan atau ratusan orang, dan kondisi wilayah yang kacau balau bangunan de el el* suasana nya akan bener bener mirip Dufan.
Saya tidak tau persis waktu Tsunami Aceh dulu seperti apa. Mungkin tidak ada penonton nya, karena bencana melanda hampir seluruh wilayah Aceh waktu itu.
Untuk Gempa Bantul, waktu saya menemani orang2 NGO untuk survey bantuan air bersih, sepanjang jalan, tidak jarang saya melihat sekelompok orang, bahkan keluarga *lengkap dengan anak kecil* sibuk motret motret reruntuhan.
Mereka jelas bukan NGO , pun bukan relawan... *sigh*
Sementara Bencana Danau Situ Gintung, jelas jelas diberitakan di televisi, suasana nya sudah seperti Ancol, keluarga berdatangan. sekedar untuk "Melihat lihat" lengkap dengan pedagang makanan dan minuman ringan yang mengaku mendapat keuntungan berkali lipat dengan berjualan di *tempat wisata bencana* tersebut.
Bagaimana dengan "bencana kecil" ? well, misalkan ada kecelakaan lalu lintas, saya belum pernah melihat kecelakaan lalu lintas yang sepi penonton. Apalagi kalau melibatkan *maaf* darah dan korban yang banyak, akan semakin banyak pula penontonnya.
Kira kira, mengapa bisa begitu?
Well, saya pikir, tujuan orang orang itu "menonton" lokasi bencana, adalah murni untuk betul betul "melihat lihat" , karena dengan melihat2 itu, mereka jadi punya "bahan cerita" .
Mereka bisa bercerita "iya, tadi gue ngeliat kecelakaan di tol, gila darahnya banyak banget, trus korban nya ada 8 orang" atau "iya, itu jembatan nya putus gitu, serem deh, trus ada banyak banget mayat diatas batu batu gitu" de el el.
huff... mbok ya datang buat nolong gitu lho.. apa jadi relawan di rumah sakit.. mending tidur saja dirumah, ketimbang "nonton bencana" ...
*geleng geleng*
... adalah : MENONTON BENCANA
begitulah kira kira ....
Gempa di Yogyakarta, jadi tontonan....
Danau Situ Gintung, juga jadi tontonan....
kalau bencana nya cukup besar *bencana alam yang makan korban puluhan atau ratusan orang, dan kondisi wilayah yang kacau balau bangunan de el el* suasana nya akan bener bener mirip Dufan.
Saya tidak tau persis waktu Tsunami Aceh dulu seperti apa. Mungkin tidak ada penonton nya, karena bencana melanda hampir seluruh wilayah Aceh waktu itu.
Untuk Gempa Bantul, waktu saya menemani orang2 NGO untuk survey bantuan air bersih, sepanjang jalan, tidak jarang saya melihat sekelompok orang, bahkan keluarga *lengkap dengan anak kecil* sibuk motret motret reruntuhan.
Mereka jelas bukan NGO , pun bukan relawan... *sigh*
Sementara Bencana Danau Situ Gintung, jelas jelas diberitakan di televisi, suasana nya sudah seperti Ancol, keluarga berdatangan. sekedar untuk "Melihat lihat" lengkap dengan pedagang makanan dan minuman ringan yang mengaku mendapat keuntungan berkali lipat dengan berjualan di *tempat wisata bencana* tersebut.
Bagaimana dengan "bencana kecil" ? well, misalkan ada kecelakaan lalu lintas, saya belum pernah melihat kecelakaan lalu lintas yang sepi penonton. Apalagi kalau melibatkan *maaf* darah dan korban yang banyak, akan semakin banyak pula penontonnya.
Kira kira, mengapa bisa begitu?
Well, saya pikir, tujuan orang orang itu "menonton" lokasi bencana, adalah murni untuk betul betul "melihat lihat" , karena dengan melihat2 itu, mereka jadi punya "bahan cerita" .
Mereka bisa bercerita "iya, tadi gue ngeliat kecelakaan di tol, gila darahnya banyak banget, trus korban nya ada 8 orang" atau "iya, itu jembatan nya putus gitu, serem deh, trus ada banyak banget mayat diatas batu batu gitu" de el el.
huff... mbok ya datang buat nolong gitu lho.. apa jadi relawan di rumah sakit.. mending tidur saja dirumah, ketimbang "nonton bencana" ...
*geleng geleng*
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Old Sketch(es)
okay.
I was once a good sketch maker.... i made this :
couple years ago, an old church in Kota Tua Semarang, Central Java.
i haven't made anything as good as this one for the whole 2008 (and it's early 2009 now), so it's like... phew....
i need to get my feet back on the ground.
*and better start something
peace
I was once a good sketch maker.... i made this :
couple years ago, an old church in Kota Tua Semarang, Central Java.
i haven't made anything as good as this one for the whole 2008 (and it's early 2009 now), so it's like... phew....
i need to get my feet back on the ground.
*and better start something
peace
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
2009 : season's greetings card.... :D
My honey has a printing design business. He had a new year's card project, and has an empty space for a free printing, so he offered me to use the free space to print my own anything (i could use it for namecard, or anything).
While i have this hobby of sending my friends traditional greetings cards by post. With all those stamps and envelopes and post man... something that i think has become a rare excitement on a whole digital life like what we have now.
So i decided to design this season's greetings card..... :D
I was sure to make a photograph... i wasn't sure enough about what kind of picture i will make. But the deadline's getting closer, my design should arrive at printing lab that afternoon. So I hurried took my camera, set it on two mini square wooden chair (dingklik) since i haven't any tripod, set it manual... and turn on the timer mode, and run, holding an empty champagne glass, sitting in front of my unpainted future bedroom's wall, don't have enough time to fix my hair.. and just... ggg...
this is how the card looks like (my final design) :
I remember the line of "come join me whine" , and change it into "come join me wine" as an invitation to celebrate the seasons (past and futures).
this is the original picture, before i edit it :
You can see my future bedroom's unfinished wall. hehe
surprisingly, i got 400 copies of that card... it's kind of weird to see my face that much... all over it... eewww
i sent it to my friends (real ones and online friends), only 25 cards. and give it away to few friends... but still i have around 370 copies at home... *sigh*
lucky, it's an every year useable card... hehe
enjoy !
While i have this hobby of sending my friends traditional greetings cards by post. With all those stamps and envelopes and post man... something that i think has become a rare excitement on a whole digital life like what we have now.
So i decided to design this season's greetings card..... :D
I was sure to make a photograph... i wasn't sure enough about what kind of picture i will make. But the deadline's getting closer, my design should arrive at printing lab that afternoon. So I hurried took my camera, set it on two mini square wooden chair (dingklik) since i haven't any tripod, set it manual... and turn on the timer mode, and run, holding an empty champagne glass, sitting in front of my unpainted future bedroom's wall, don't have enough time to fix my hair.. and just... ggg...
this is how the card looks like (my final design) :
I remember the line of "come join me whine" , and change it into "come join me wine" as an invitation to celebrate the seasons (past and futures).
this is the original picture, before i edit it :
You can see my future bedroom's unfinished wall. hehe
surprisingly, i got 400 copies of that card... it's kind of weird to see my face that much... all over it... eewww
i sent it to my friends (real ones and online friends), only 25 cards. and give it away to few friends... but still i have around 370 copies at home... *sigh*
lucky, it's an every year useable card... hehe
enjoy !
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Weird Day December 26th 08
I made this plan for that day : I'm gonna buy 'twilight' and 'new moon' at Grand Indonesia's Gramedia book store (since they were having 30% disc for all items, and 26th is the last date) with my husband-to-be (my boyfriend).
Because my boyfriend's will be at his office for some business, i'll pick him up there, and then we'll have a date all day.
That was important, because on Saturday 27th, he'll be out of Java for a week, and we won't see each other till January 5th. I was just afraid that he won't come back somehow, and felt that i need to spend more time with him before he leave.
But that was just a plan.
this is what happened on that 26th :
morning :
I help my dad working my future bedroom's balcony. My hand got stained and dried by cement, and my arms are totally exhausted because of it.
my honey woke up late, so he won't be at his office on time as planned. And we're both afraid that we probably won't have any time for date.
I got a phone call, it's my dad's cousin, he said that his father (my grandma's little brother) was sick. He ask if i could come give him a visit at hospital.
This Grandpa is one of my favorite. I lived with him for a year during my senior year at high school. He's the funniest, silliest, kindest, and very strong person. And i love him.
Mom decided, that i could give him a visit with my honey. After i bought the books i want.
And after i told my honey, he said sure, okay. But he need to go to the printing lab before night. I said okay. Grandpa could wait, besides, he's family were all there taking care of him.
Day :
Honey won't be able to accompany me to the book store. So i went there alone. Looking for the twilight and new moon.
After going around in circle trying to find the book between rush people who were dying to get last day's disc, i found it. Just the twilight, without the new moon.
I was intended to go over round the circle again trying to find the new moon. But i don't know, i told myself :
"hey, don't be greedy. You've got the twilight with a good price. Perhaps you didn't get the new moon, but one book is enough. You have someone waiting. and a tight schedule today.."
And surprisingly, i stopped. I mean, i went straight away to pay this book. And start walking to honey's office, without mourning about the new moon i didn't get.
afternoon :
I met my husband-to-be at his office. He's just as nice as usual. Warm and gentle.
He was finishing his job, having chit chat with me. I told him many times... please don't go. ( i know that was just so selfish, but i can't help it ).
I asked (pushed) him to stay with me longer before we go on to the next schedule for that day.
so it was quite late (almost six) when we finally decided to go to the printing lab (which is an hour away by bus).
night :
So we went there, continuing chit chat on bus. Arrived late, and lab's owner said to my honey (when he saw me there) :
"i guess now you're ready to print your own wedding invitation, eh?" and smiled to us.
We went in hurry. Remembered that we have another appointment to visit my grandpa. So we took the cab.
And as usual, when we ride a cab, i used to fall asleep on his lap. And he usually hugged me. I loved it, knowing that i'm safe and loved in his arms.
When suddenly, his phone rang. He got text, from my sister, asking him whether he's with me. Because she can't get me on phone. I texted her, said i was sorry, my phone's inside my bag, i must've missed the vibrating alert somehow.
What's up anyway?
and she told me, Grandpa's just passed away.
So she said I don't have to go to the hospital, just straight away to my aunt's house where my grandpa's wife waiting for his body home.
Because I don't know her address, i kept busy calling my mom and trying to get her address. And i don't feel sad at all.
But when there was silence, i wasn't using my cell phone, that sadness just came down to me, and i started to cry.
my tears dropped. Silently.
I could stop it of course, hey, i'm proud of myself for being rational and never got emotional when i decide anything. So i stop crying when i got to my cell again. Busy calling my aunts and uncles and mom, trying to get her address.
And when we got that, I cried again.
passed my bedtime :
We arrived at my aunt's house. I found my grandpa's wife. I cried with her. I can't stand it anymore.
He was the greatest grandpa.. tough the only blood we shared was my great grandfather's.
My honey waited patiently, trying to keep me feel comfort, rubbing my back as he always does. And we waited for Grandpa's body from the hospital.
My mom and dad arrived later.
I fell asleep on my mom's lap.
almost midnight :
My grandpa's body arrived. I woke up just in time.
I saw his body, wrapped in white fabric, they opened the fabric so everyone can see his face for the last time, before they took him to Pekalongan.
Whoever said that dead body could look exactly the same as if they were sleeping, it was a lie.
Death has took all his youth. As it did took his life. His skin looks black and he's definitely not my grandpa. He never looked that ugly before.
That time, i couldn't stop crying. Until...
midnight :
They took his body away. Got it prepared for a long trip by car to Pekalongan. Way back to his home.
...................
after midnight :
we went home together, me, my honey, my parents and my uncle.
I slept on honey's lap again. My eyes were so tired and i was having a great headache.
..................
It was just so weird,
my wish to be with my honey longer before he went out town was fulfilled.
He was with me all night long. It was my grandpa's death who made it happened.
such an ironic.
and this morning, i got sausage-shaped like under my eyes.
I cried too much last night.
My grandpa's now rest. For his long sleep forever.
And my honey's alive, far out of this island... out of this town for a week, only a week.
I think i can deal with that.
*hey, grandpa... let's go fish my socks in your house's well again, soon..
i miss you... hope you're happy there."
Because my boyfriend's will be at his office for some business, i'll pick him up there, and then we'll have a date all day.
That was important, because on Saturday 27th, he'll be out of Java for a week, and we won't see each other till January 5th. I was just afraid that he won't come back somehow, and felt that i need to spend more time with him before he leave.
But that was just a plan.
this is what happened on that 26th :
morning :
I help my dad working my future bedroom's balcony. My hand got stained and dried by cement, and my arms are totally exhausted because of it.
my honey woke up late, so he won't be at his office on time as planned. And we're both afraid that we probably won't have any time for date.
I got a phone call, it's my dad's cousin, he said that his father (my grandma's little brother) was sick. He ask if i could come give him a visit at hospital.
This Grandpa is one of my favorite. I lived with him for a year during my senior year at high school. He's the funniest, silliest, kindest, and very strong person. And i love him.
Mom decided, that i could give him a visit with my honey. After i bought the books i want.
And after i told my honey, he said sure, okay. But he need to go to the printing lab before night. I said okay. Grandpa could wait, besides, he's family were all there taking care of him.
Day :
Honey won't be able to accompany me to the book store. So i went there alone. Looking for the twilight and new moon.
After going around in circle trying to find the book between rush people who were dying to get last day's disc, i found it. Just the twilight, without the new moon.
I was intended to go over round the circle again trying to find the new moon. But i don't know, i told myself :
"hey, don't be greedy. You've got the twilight with a good price. Perhaps you didn't get the new moon, but one book is enough. You have someone waiting. and a tight schedule today.."
And surprisingly, i stopped. I mean, i went straight away to pay this book. And start walking to honey's office, without mourning about the new moon i didn't get.
afternoon :
I met my husband-to-be at his office. He's just as nice as usual. Warm and gentle.
He was finishing his job, having chit chat with me. I told him many times... please don't go. ( i know that was just so selfish, but i can't help it ).
I asked (pushed) him to stay with me longer before we go on to the next schedule for that day.
so it was quite late (almost six) when we finally decided to go to the printing lab (which is an hour away by bus).
night :
So we went there, continuing chit chat on bus. Arrived late, and lab's owner said to my honey (when he saw me there) :
"i guess now you're ready to print your own wedding invitation, eh?" and smiled to us.
We went in hurry. Remembered that we have another appointment to visit my grandpa. So we took the cab.
And as usual, when we ride a cab, i used to fall asleep on his lap. And he usually hugged me. I loved it, knowing that i'm safe and loved in his arms.
When suddenly, his phone rang. He got text, from my sister, asking him whether he's with me. Because she can't get me on phone. I texted her, said i was sorry, my phone's inside my bag, i must've missed the vibrating alert somehow.
What's up anyway?
and she told me, Grandpa's just passed away.
So she said I don't have to go to the hospital, just straight away to my aunt's house where my grandpa's wife waiting for his body home.
Because I don't know her address, i kept busy calling my mom and trying to get her address. And i don't feel sad at all.
But when there was silence, i wasn't using my cell phone, that sadness just came down to me, and i started to cry.
my tears dropped. Silently.
I could stop it of course, hey, i'm proud of myself for being rational and never got emotional when i decide anything. So i stop crying when i got to my cell again. Busy calling my aunts and uncles and mom, trying to get her address.
And when we got that, I cried again.
passed my bedtime :
We arrived at my aunt's house. I found my grandpa's wife. I cried with her. I can't stand it anymore.
He was the greatest grandpa.. tough the only blood we shared was my great grandfather's.
My honey waited patiently, trying to keep me feel comfort, rubbing my back as he always does. And we waited for Grandpa's body from the hospital.
My mom and dad arrived later.
I fell asleep on my mom's lap.
almost midnight :
My grandpa's body arrived. I woke up just in time.
I saw his body, wrapped in white fabric, they opened the fabric so everyone can see his face for the last time, before they took him to Pekalongan.
Whoever said that dead body could look exactly the same as if they were sleeping, it was a lie.
Death has took all his youth. As it did took his life. His skin looks black and he's definitely not my grandpa. He never looked that ugly before.
That time, i couldn't stop crying. Until...
midnight :
They took his body away. Got it prepared for a long trip by car to Pekalongan. Way back to his home.
...................
after midnight :
we went home together, me, my honey, my parents and my uncle.
I slept on honey's lap again. My eyes were so tired and i was having a great headache.
..................
It was just so weird,
my wish to be with my honey longer before he went out town was fulfilled.
He was with me all night long. It was my grandpa's death who made it happened.
such an ironic.
and this morning, i got sausage-shaped like under my eyes.
I cried too much last night.
My grandpa's now rest. For his long sleep forever.
And my honey's alive, far out of this island... out of this town for a week, only a week.
I think i can deal with that.
*hey, grandpa... let's go fish my socks in your house's well again, soon..
i miss you... hope you're happy there."
Sunday, November 9, 2008
when we're on accoustics.
i really do love music. love it so much. Today, i went with couple friends. Far far to taman menteng just to play acoustic.
and i love it. (so in love that i'm crying looking at these pictures) ... i love music, i love my friends.. i love the fresh air and good bright friendly sunny sky God gave us this day. love it ...
everybody loves music
as Hopy does ...
as Aryo does ...
and so do I ... and the weather was amazing ...
and ray too ... that's why we play it out lout
some of the things i loved the most
music and people
Thank you, dear God ... for this beautiful day. :-)
and i love it. (so in love that i'm crying looking at these pictures) ... i love music, i love my friends.. i love the fresh air and good bright friendly sunny sky God gave us this day. love it ...
everybody loves music
as Hopy does ...
as Aryo does ...
and so do I ... and the weather was amazing ...
and ray too ... that's why we play it out lout
some of the things i loved the most
music and people
Thank you, dear God ... for this beautiful day. :-)
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