Blackbook of Falling Hearts

Pasar Ular, Jakarta Utara

2011-11-26T23:38:00.000-08:00

jangan tanya seberapa jauhnya ....

*tapi tetep kepingin cerita*
satu jam perjalanan dengan transjakarta dari halte PGC

hari ini, minggu yang panas dengan deadline yang terlantar, kami sekeluarga jalan - jalan ke Pasar Ular. What kind of stuff do they sell ? Well, mostly leather goods such as shoes, bags, wallet, and there's also watches, eyewear, belts, dan ada juga stuffs macam keramik keramik, baju baju, perfumes, asik asik deh ! :D

this is what we bought :
1. kacamata merk H**o B*ss
2. kacamata merk Bv****i
3. tas travel kulit merk B**ly
4. dompet kulit merk Emp***o A****i
5. sepatu kulit pria merk apa gitu (lupa)
dan
6. perfume Ch****l No.5

dengan mengeluarkan 2,5 juta ! itupun yang paling mahal adalah si tas travel yang di tawar mpot mpot an akhirnya tetep 1 juta.

anyhow. Kalau frame saya yang harganya 300 ribu itu ternyata awet, next time ganti, bisa beli di pasar aja. Soalnya jatah penggantian dari kantor, hanya 500 ribu (per 2 tahun), sementara kacamata saya yang saya pakai sekarang, harga frame nya udah 1,15 juta sendiri -_-''

daaaan semoga si tas travel ini bisa awet. minimal 10 tahun. jadi bisa dihitung depresiasi 100 ribu sadja per tahun.

btw, tadi ada jam tangan, warna kuning, tali kulit coklat tua, background nya emboss penunggang kuda, dan merk nya terkenal banget sampai malu saya sebutin disini, yang dikasi harga 750 ribu (tadinya 900 ribu, dan ga mau turun lagi), yang ga jadi saya beli.

bukan apa apa, uang nya emang udah ga cukup. DAripada gelap mata, mending rasional dikit lah. hehe.

jangan lupa kalo ke sana, tawar paling nggak 40% harga bukaan ya.

have fun in Pasar Ular !

regards

When I Think My Office Is Lovely

2011-05-12T06:04:00.000-07:00

There are times when i'm so fond of my office building, just by seeing it. I know it's kind of hard to believe, so let me just show you how could that be possible.

Those times were these :

1. When I first got there for my job interview.
*yeah, you guys know the reason*

2. When it was my first day to work.
*only repeated when it's first day after bonuses shared, or a day after remuneration's announced*

and this one, is that got repeated many times :

3. Days when I'm urgent to PEE PEE or BOOM BOOM and deeply need a toilet asap.

that happened past few days. My stomach is unbearable. I need to stand still for like 45 mins on bus, trying not to spreading the gas *or worse, the p**p* on way to work.

Mengapa kita harus hemat listrik ?

2011-01-20T17:30:00.000-08:00

barusan saya tahu dari kolega di kantor, bahwa untuk menghasilkan listrik sebesar 1 KwH, PLN mengeluarkan Rp. 2.000,- sebagai biaya produksinya.

dan berapa yang kita bayar ?

untuk penggunaan rumah tangga, kita hanya bayar Rp. 650,- setiap 1 KwH ! sisanya? ya.. di subsidi oleh pemerintah. Bayangkan, pemerintah mensubsidi Rp. 1.350,- per 1 KwH yang digunakan masyarakat !

oh, saya tidak bermaksud membela pemerintah (whoever they are) , tapi bayangkan ini, ketika pemerintah berhenti mensubsidi listrik rumah tangga, berapa tagihan yang harus kita bayar?

sebagai gambaran, jika rumah menyediakan daya 900 watt, dengan pemakaian boros dan tagihan sebesar Rp. 200.000,- per bulan, maka ketika pemerintah tidak lagi mensubsidi, tagihannya akan meningkat 200% menjadi Rp. 600.000,- per bulan !

saya tau seseorang yang sengaja menyalakan AC dikamar kost nya seharian *walaupun sedang ditinggal* dengan alasan " bayaran nya sudah fix digabung dengan uang kost bulanan " , sementara dia tidak sadar berapa banyak energi yang dikeluarkan dan berapa banyak uang yang disubsidi pemerintah.

so, here's few reason kenapa kita harus selalu hemat listrik :

1. listrik dihasilkan dengan menggunakan energi, baik yang dapat diperbarui maupun yang tidak. semakin boros listrik yang dikonsumsi, semakin banyak pula sumber daya alam yang digunakan dan semakin pendek pula umur bumi kita.

2. listrik disubsidi pemerintah. Sudah baik baik kita di subsidi, masa kita se enak hati saja dalam menggunakannya? ini seperti sebuah yayasan yang menjual makanan dengan harga murah untuk yang miskin, tapi ternyata orang kaya lah yang beli. memalukan bukan?

3. jika kita bisa hemat listrik, kita bisa menghemat pengeluaran, dan kita bisa menggunakannya untuk hal lain yang lebih penting. misalnya untuk makan yang baik dan bergizi, atau untuk pendidikan atau untuk disumbangkan ke orang lain yang lebih membutuhkan.

bagaimana caranya hemat listrik ?

ini yang biasa saya lakukan di rumah :

1. gunakan lampu yang hemat energi (lebih mahal, tapi lebih irit dan tahan lama)

2. nyalakan lampu hanya ketika diperlukan. matikan lampu yang tidak dipakai atau di ruangan kosong.

3. matikan peralatan elektronik jika sedang tidak dipakai (banyak orang yang malas melakukan ini lho...) dan jangan hanya dalam keadaan stand by, tapi benar2 dimatikan.

4. nyalakan AC dalam suhu yang tidak terlalu dingin. karena AC yang dinyalakan langsung di suhu rendah akan mengkonsumsi listrik yang lebih besar. gunakan timer untuk mematikan AC secara otomatis jika suhu ruangan sudah pas.

5. cabut peralatan elektronik jika sedang tidak digunakan (charger hp, kabel tv dan alat elektronik lainnya)

jadi, ya.. ayo mulai menghemat listrik ! :D

2010-12-06T18:28:00.000-08:00

waktu nikahan Christine dan Donatius, saya pake Hanbok... (blush)

Bawahan hanbok nya beli di Gede Bage, Bandung. Atasan nya bikin sendiri.

Terlalu eye catching sampe Novra gak suka. hahahahahhahahaha

Perjalanan Dinas

2010-11-04T21:04:00.000-07:00

Pernah nonton film George Clooney "Up in The Air" ?
70% bagian film menggambarkan Clooney dalam perjalanan pesawat terbang. Dia travelling ke buanyak negara bagian di Amerika dan sudah mencapai ... er.. kalo ga salah 10.000 mill jarak penerbangan. Mengenai pekerjaan jenis apa yang membuatnya harus berkeliling seperti itu, well, ndak usah dibahas. hehe

the point is, i suddenly thought that how cool to be able to do such trip so often for work, for free, and get paid.

Dan, seperti yang beberapa teman saya sudah tahu, saat ini saya bekerja di sebuah bank, di bagian Manajemen Resiko. Dapetnya di divisi kredit untuk korporasi. Kebetulan korporasi nya pun di bidang Agrobisnis.... daaaannnnn........ pada bagian Manajemen Resiko ini, juga diwajibkan untuk melakukan kunjungan rutin ke proyek / perusahaan debitur, berhubung sektor Agrobisnis, otomatis banyak yang di luar kota... hehe...

Saya jadi bisa ngerasain naik pesawat terbang dan pergi ke beberapa kota di luar Pulau Jawa, asik juga ternyata lho!

Bulan Agustus kemarin, saya ke Palembang, kabupaten Muara Enim. Oktober lalu saya ke Kalimantan Barat , kabupaten Ketapang , dan tanggal 8 November lusa, saya akan ke Kalimantan Tengah !

Saya seeeennnaaaaannngggg sekali ! Jangan membicarakan uang perjalanan dinas, haha. Walaupun saya bekerja di Bank, tapi uang perjalanan dinas nya tidak sampai separuh dari uang perjalanan dinasnya ibunya temen saya yang kerja sebagai pegawai negri sipil.

Tapi saya bersyukur, karena perjalanan ke Kalimantan Tengah agak lama, uang saku perjalanan dinas saya jadi agak banyak, langsung saja saya pakai untuk bayar tagihan listrik (2 bulan), telepon rumah, dan internet. senang !

hehehehehhehehe.

Never Watched The Rain So Close Before

2010-02-28T04:12:00.000-08:00

So this is how it feels to watch rain pouring down in one of the busy afternoon, during field trip on taxi....

*so let the raiiinnn pour into your heaaaarrrtttt*

hune saya yang manis

2010-02-27T05:35:00.000-08:00

Saya pikir.. hune saya itu mirip sekali dengan salah satu karakter favorit saya di dunia per-novel-an... yaitu.. Lupus. ahehehehe... :">

kenapa saya bisa berpikir demikian? well, ada beberapa (kalau bukannya banyak) cerita yang bisa saya bagi,

misalnya :

(ini mama saya yang cerita, katanya waktu mama minta hune beli telur di warung, mereka terlibat percakapan seperti ini... )

mama : tolong beliin telur dan rokok dong, di warung pilipus (nama pemilik warung : Phillipus)
hune : oke tan.
mama : nanti bilang disuru tante ya....
hune : idih tan, kenapa tan? kalo nyebut nama tante, dapet diskon ya?

mama : .... er...... ya.... ya.......

....
saya tau, mama pasti dah pingin ketawa waktu itu. Kalo saya? ya saya towel lah si hune.

Eyes of Love

2010-02-08T13:21:00.000-08:00

Yeah. It's not a sarcasm sentences comes out from me. I just really do adore this "eyes of love" that Kutcher showed in this pic. I could say, it's true. He's madly in love with Moore.

I hope I'll have same "value" shown to me from my future husband. XD Amen.

Bir itu ... PAIT!

2010-01-24T07:19:00.000-08:00

ga ngerti kenapa orang suka minum bir. Kalau champagne sih, memang "keliatan nya" enak, tapi kalo bir? whew.. seperti minum air buah pala. *walopun saya juga blom pernah minum air pala, emang ada gitu?? *

Tapi ya, kemarin karena penasaran, minum lah sedikit bir, setelah makan kepiting. Kepitingnya enak, bir nya pait, setelah itu netralisir pake uc1000 , karena rasa rasa kolesterol menumpuk sampai puncak kepala.

saya pernah, makan 8 ekor kepiting berukuran besar sekaligus. Setelah itu, rasa pusing di kepala saya bikin saya mau pingsan.

LUPA GAK CERITA CERITA

2010-01-04T04:21:00.000-08:00

jadi, akhir oktober 09 lalu, saya resmi diterima di kelas pengembangan officer di salah satu bank bumn Indonesia. Awal november 09, saya mulai belajar di kelas.... dan ... er... sekarang sudah masuk bulan ke 3. Kelasnya hanya 4 bulan. Tapi jangan ditanya, semaputnya kayak apa...

eniwei, bukan itu yang mau saya ceritain. *tentu saja ini berkah, saya bersyukur banget lah pokok e* Yang mo saya ceritain itu... kan saya ngobs ama temen kuliyah, temen baik lah. Ya, bukan temen yang diajak curhat tiap hari sih, tapi yang bisa saya ajak kerja sama untuk urusan senang senang dengan cukup kondusip.

Nah, pas saya kelar bercerita soal saya diterima *lagi lagi* untuk bekerja di balik meja, dan bekerja untuk orang lain *alias jadi bawahan*, dan cerita soal gaji *uang saku* yang saya dapatkan, dia bilang begini :

"Padahal dengan potensimu itu, kamu bisa menghasilkan puluhan juta sebulan lho, ra...."

honestly, saya gak tau. Gak ngerti, maksudnya potensi saya itu yang seperti apa...
Apa sih, yang saya punya yang bisa menghasilkan puluhan juta *atau simplenya : materi yang berlimpahan* dalam setiap bulan?
Apa saya menjual sketsa?
Atau saya menulis lagu, jadi penyanyi, rilis album, dan konser dimana mana?
Atau saya jadi arsitek? mendesign ini itu?

si Noprun (kekasih hati saya *jiyeh, cpriwit ngiprit*) juga bilang begini : "gak banget kalo sampe ngebatesin potensi kita hanya karena cari kerja yang aman" .. yang ditimpali oleh temen baik saya yang saya ceritain barusan dengan kalimat begini : "kita ni musti keluar dari zona nyaman."

Darn hell mereka bener. Berkali kali saya dengar soal
"untuk berkembang, kita harus berani keluar dari zona nyaman dan aman."

Tapi.. duh.. gimana ya? yang saya pikirin dalam cari duit itu, sebenernya, adalah memang :

kepastian mendapatkan gaji tetap dalam jumlah memadai setiap bulan nya, yang bisa saya pakai untuk menghidupi keluarga saya dimasa depan dan sekaligus menjadi tempat orang tua saya bersandar ketika tabungan mereka sudah habis.

Kuwi thok.

jadi merasa kurang oportunis nih. ah... mudah2an pilihan saya ini baik bagi saya lah. setidaknya sementara ini.

What I Hate From New Year in Bundaran HI

2010-01-03T02:50:00.000-08:00

are parents who brought their 4 months old babies... out in the middle of the night, on a crowded noisy street full of people, with fireworks bang here and there, leave many smokes and "dhuar"s...

seriously people, what the hell were you guys thinking?

BABY ! IT;s Good To Be BACK !!!

2009-10-18T05:57:00.000-07:00

MOSTLY i don't write too much.

well, haven't wrote anything since months. *rolling eyes* apparently, i don't go out much, related to my jobless situation right now. Not getting paid for months, is a perfect reason for not going out, for i'm afraid to spend more than i could afford.

Speaking about affordable items...... i want a FORD... ahuehuehuehuehue. not that it IS an affordable one, but it is included in word : "afford". akh. now i'm being lame.

So, meeting some not-so-old couple friends here, is truly a refreshing activity. I've been busy LOOKING for job. don't worry, I'm still jobless. but it's great anyway. it couldn't be worse. *did i hear a sarcasm?* and it is good to listen to these IT boys freaking me out with words i could never understand.

*what the hell is slackware????*

INDEPENDENCE DAY

2009-08-22T05:10:00.000-07:00

not too far from making TUMPENG lah ya.... ehehe.... this year, m' mom help her arisan group making tumpeng. Her part is to make an egg dish, the tumpeng decoration, and the display tampah.

Er... basically, a tumpeng is a rice, shaped to be like a ..... wait, gotta google what's english for "kerucut" akhiak. Oh..got it.... to become a cone-shaped rice. The cone-shaped will be decorated with veg... not in simple way like western food used to have. But more... decorative. for example, here's some of her works.

The Carrot Tree

well, she (m mom) used to won many tumpeng competition when she was still in junior high.

she made the carrot tree by herself, (there's a limit for beginners like me to help. ahaha..)

and, here's the decorated Tampah. A decorated bamboo platter for the cone-shaped rice. In the middle of the tampah, you can see Indonesian national flag, made of plastic, also for decoration. Most of the decoration items basically are made of vegetables with help from banana leafs, toothpicks and sapu lidi.

The Fence of String Beans

it is... a fence surrounding the tampah, made of string beans

The only decoration I (and a friend of mine) helped, was the fence, the banana leafs decoration base, the flag, and this cute flowers crafted from big red chili.

The Bright Red Hot Flowers

we crafted this flower using a small scissor, this is Novra's hand making it. My mom taught us with one example, and we (me and Novra) did the rest of the chilies.

The Hand

better be carefull with those spicy big chilli... one of the difficulties is that it feels hot in our hands.

but then again..... a good result comes after all of the difficulties......
This is the finished tumpeng, a complete cone - shaped rice, with many kinds of side dish (eggs, chicken, meatball, peanut, tempe, etc) surrounding it, and of course, fully decorated.

The Tumpeng

rice and side dishes were provided by m' mom's arisan group friends..

ah.. forget to add this...

The Mom

mom crafting the carrot.

so.... Happy Independence Day, everyone... :D

Diberkatilah Kebebasan Bersuara !! Amin !!

2009-07-25T05:00:00.000-07:00

dalam artikel di halaman OPINI harian Kompas, terbit Sabtu, 25 Juli 2009 (hari ini), yang ditulis oleh AHMAD SYAFII MAARIF ( Mantan Ketua Umum PP Muhammadiyah ), saya menemukan kebahagian.. haha.. Kebahagiaan itu terpancing akibat satu paragraf berikut :

" Dalam pertimbangan serupa, saya berharap agar pemilih pasangan SBY - Boediono jangan menyesal jika janji-jani tidak menjadi kenyataan, kemiskinan tetap mendera bangsa ini. "

(seperti dikutip dari harian Kompas, Sabtu 25 Juli 2009 halaman 6)

Yang membuat saya bahagia adalah, kenyataan bahwa bukan hanya saya yang kecewa karena pilihan saya kalah dalam pemilu kemarin (berdasarkan quick count).

Saya agak kecewa karena ternyata SBY-Boediono yang (kemungkinan besar) akan memimpin pemerintahan untuk 5 tahun kedepan. Saya memang tidak tahu bagaimana beratnya pekerjaan pemerintah itu. Tapi yang saya tahu, dalam masa pemerintahan SBY kemarin :
1. biaya kuliah semakin mahal; puluhan dan ratusan juta rupiah menjadi angka yang lumrah.
2. tingkat kejahatan semakin tinggi; (saya menjadi korban pencopetan dalam bus bulan Mei lalu)
3. tidak ada tindakan tegas mengenai perlakuan semena mena malaysia yang nyata nyata merampok Indonesia.
4. harga bahan bakar sempat naik walaupun akhirnya diturunkan lagi menjelang pemilu.

itulah yang saya lihat. seperti yang saya katakan sebelumnya, saya tahu apa tentang pekerjaan pemerintah. Yang saya tahu, ya.... yang saya terima dari beragam media.

Setahu saya, berdasarkan cerita para orang tua, Soekarno adalah satu satunya presiden yang paling berani yang memimpin Indonesia. Beliau berani menantang negara adidaya. Beliau berani mempertahankan wilayah kedaulatan Indonesia. Suatu sikap yang tidak pernah nampak dimata saya dari presiden Indonesia selama saya hidup.

Tapi ya.. memang saya baru hidup selama 23 tahun, jadi mungkin bisa dibilang saya ini belum tahu apa apa.

Saya sampai berkhayal, kalau saat ini Soekarno masih memimpin negara ini, dengan semangat yang sama seperti dulu, mungkin Indonesia sudah tidak mengakui kedaulatan Malaysia sejak dulu mereka memukuli salah satu wasit Indonesia. aih..
Oh iya, dan mungkin beliau juga sudah memangkas gaji para anggota DPR sampai separuhnya untuk menyokong dana perekonomian kecil.

Pada akhirnya, beliau tidak ada. Jadi.. ya.. bapak presiden, tolonglah layani rakyat Indonesia yang anda pimpin saat ini. Berhentilah berbicara dan marah marah ketika ada yang tertidur saat anda berpidato, dan mulailah dengan tindakan nyata. Lakukanlah sesuatu kepada Malaysia (sesuatu yang lebih menghantam ketimbang penyusunan ulang MOU tki). Kembalikan BATIK dan ANGKLUNG kepada Indonesia, dan patahkan seluruh upaya pihak asing yang berusaha merampok bangsa. Pleeeaaasseeeeeeeee.

Sekedar saran, supaya tidak ada yang tertidur lagi, mungkin ada baiknya anda meringkas pidato anda. Atau pekerjakan juru tulis pidato yang lebih berbobot.

Begitulah. Diberkatilah wahai kebebasan bersuara dan pers untuk dapat menyatakan pendapat. Mudah-mudahan saya tidak ditangkap ataupun dijebloskan kedalam penjara ataupun di blacklist, karena menulis ini. Amin...

Ketika Dewasa

2009-05-24T05:22:00.000-07:00

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*

omongan yang menjatuhkan

2009-05-10T20:27:00.000-07:00

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.

NONTON BENCANA

2009-03-29T20:57:00.000-07:00

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*

Old Sketch(es)

2009-01-24T22:40:00.000-08:00

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

2009 : season's greetings card.... :D

2009-01-21T07:40:00.000-08:00

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 !

Weird Day December 26th 08

2008-12-27T08:32:00.000-08:00

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."

when we're on accoustics.

2008-11-09T07:08:00.000-08:00

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. :-)

If It's Raining Outside....

2008-11-02T06:11:00.000-08:00

Well, i used to act mellow or something else related to rain drops, wet leafs, wet grass's fragrance, or even just listening to good slow mellow music.

but not this night. I'm online... while it's raining outside. And everything is so nice, including the fresh air, the breeze, etc.. when this frog just suddenly pop up, sticking on my window pane's glass. And refuse to stop jumping like hell (as if he insist to come in to the house). ouch.

Neville Longbottom's flying frog.... (probably)

I;m scared of his jumps. Really. For once I thought he'd break through the glass and land on my lens... or worse.. on my face !!! scary.

He can't pose long enough for my poor lens to capture him without using flash. And.. the lights are too dim that i can't stand stay still long enough to prevent blurring. What a poor flash.. ckckck... (why can't i just blame myself for being amateur..giggles).

Thank you Mr. Frog .... (or Mr. Toad) .... thank you for singing that rain song for several nights including this. I love your choir, just not your jump.

You're cool, anyway. XD

Mr. Spider

2008-10-17T19:26:00.000-07:00

I never found any spider as big as this one before around my house.

But this is it.

A huge 3 inch - feet to feet long - spider, built his nest in front of my house's back door. With beautiful black yellow white stripes, and huge body of course... biggest one I've seen, really. I thought that he's a tarantula or something.

But he's not moving.

I mean, i guess he's still alive, he just didn't make any move for like 3 days since I found him there. He's just there. in the middle of his large nest.
I guess he's just loved being center of attention.

Who wouldn't anyway??

Btw, I'm not sure if this spider's a male or female. It's just easier for me to call him "Sir", because he looks scary... and cool at the same time.

*edit*

i took another shot. And finally find him do something (namely, wrap a trapped fly's head). Too bad i haven't any adequate lens to capture it.

he made a fly mummy for food supply.

Wine - ing Keror

2008-10-12T06:07:00.000-07:00

another wine styled bottle - sprinkled red grape juice.

I don't know how will it taste. I mean, sprinkled red grape juice packed in glass bottle ? It'll be to luxury for a morning drink after breakfast (like how i used to take apple juice everyday ).
I guess this juice deserve a nice dinner... What will match a red grape? beef steak? errr.... maybe...

as usual, this is another option for those whose not allowed to consume alcohol. .... giggles....

Keror sprinkled red grape.

Nice bottle design, btw...

Batik Painting ( we made it ourselves, yippee) !!

2008-10-12T04:12:00.000-07:00

er, this morning, at 10 am, the National Museum , Indonesia... me, my aunt, my friends : Novra and Tamara , join a batik - making class.
We used handkerchief sized white fabric. Then we follow the pattern ( in pencil ), using a traditional wax.
This class is fun. People are so highly concentrated drawing their pattern carefully (because the wax will easily leaked out from the canting *traditional tools like pen to draw a batik pattern* if you don't hold it properly).

This is how my friends looked like when they focused on their handkerchiefs :

novra. Only male at class.

Pipi, who came late, still she worked hard to finish her work.

and of course, this is how it looked like when we're finished wax - tracing the pattern :

novra and his batik. ( dots and lines inside are designed by himself. filling the outer pattern provided before ).

me, with my own batik. I drew the dots and lines inside the outer pattern myself. I love it.

this is my finished handkerchief ( my own batik...!!!! ooooohhhhhhh... )

After class, we went out to take some pictures. Thanks to pipi who brought a tripod, so that i could use timer mode on with my camera..

this is pipi, setting her camera, frog style photographer... giggles...

and me, running away from my camera after i set it - climbing the amphitheater so fast to catch the ten seconds limit..

and this is what i got. A huge back stab conspiracy between my aunt, pipi, and novra.

oh my dear God.... ckckck...

then again, there'll be no end for a timer mode camera.... giggles...

before we went lunch, in front of Ganesha..

oh, and one more silly pic :

eyes closed and hands up??? oh pleaseee.....

BATIK is from INDONESIA.
note that, gentlemen....

we love it.
we hope you do to.
:-D

Eid ul Fitri

2008-10-11T08:05:00.000-07:00

This year is the first time we held Eid ul Fitri at home. We usually went to my grandparent's place.

It is kind of weird.. because we're (used to be) not very popular among our neighborhood. But that day, so many families came to our house... so it was pretty shocking, if you want to know.

Regarding our house that ain't finished yet ( the blank window frame, the unpainted walls, the naked roof, etc ), I guess the sun slipped it's ray beautifully in our home's living room.

And it was captured nicely below.

it is a picture of my parents (both far left) and first family who came after the morning prayer to my home.

happy Eid ul Fitri.

Wine - ing

2008-10-09T15:10:00.000-07:00

If you don't drink wine (not allowed to, by your religion or your doctor.... or your age.... ), you can always try sprinkled water.
Here's a bottle of (one of) it, from my aunt. She said it taste pretty delicious.
for several reasons, i think it taste weird.

Anyway, this is something worth tryin... giggles....

card for lebaran

2008-10-08T16:14:00.000-07:00

This is the Lebaran greetings card i sent for several online friends via post. I mean : traditional post with envelopes, stamps, postman, etc.... not e-mails... It's ketupats, cooked in a hot boiled water, inside a giant pan, on a traditional stove made from pile of isthmus.

it was inside this pan below.....

I thought it was a pretty picture, but i realized when i bought it to printing studio, that its more like... some ketupats drowned in a bubble soap water.... yaikz...

2007-07-08T07:40:00.000-07:00

this is about getting my high school life back again......

last time i did this, is when i was 16.
i mean, running away from the guy i thought he was great. and suddenly all of his and my friends knew it. and i was trapped.

but i gained my courage again, so i decided to send him few short messages, and finally asked him out for movie. that's pretty well.

my date didn't worked out that perfect- but still we could be friends.

don't ask me, why... but... it's just he kept thinking that i am way smarter than him in many ways.

but he's a nice and a polite person.. i like him for that. plus, he has a good smell.

death

2007-05-31T02:05:00.000-07:00

i always loved being alone. in the darkness, just thinking about things that's unimportant. thinking about sad things that happen in my life before. i like black. in coffee, color, pattern, ghost, stories, most thing people would say, it's dark.

but then my friend - one of my friend - tell me a story about her mothers death. chronologically.
and still i cried. i cried hard enough to think that this is not the kind of black thing i love. you can not love someone's death except fictionally. no matter who that someone is.
i haven't even met her mother. i don't know her at all.

and few months before this, i came to my friends grandfathers funeral. and i cried there. without stories. i just cried. hardly.

i don't know why i cried. i feel sad of course. but why should i? those people i never met, i never knew, i never owe anything. why should i?
logically, those tears i cried is positively useless. annoying maybe. and yes, i feel that it's no use.

i do not know.

maybe i am not that fetish of black at all.

a point of view

2007-04-24T15:26:00.000-07:00

my mom always said that people has different point of view. define that. i know that we are all live as a main characters in each others drama, and that we have different roles for every other drama. i play as myself, as a daughter in my mom's drama, as an enemy in my enemy's drama, as someone to love in my future lover's drama (since i haven't any lover yet).
i used to think about, what if i play someone's else's. that thing could be thousand cool. yet, it could kill myself instantly. i mean, we're all know about those movies telling us how people lose their identity. like "the bourne identity", or "the net", or in the real life, people who have to enter FBI's witness protection program - or something like that.

i can't figure out what would it be- to live someone else's life. it's ok to switch your id for a few days - no more than a week, for me - to someone whom life's seem attracted for you to live. maybe i'll do that thing about the princess and the pauper for a week. living in a huge castle in Scotland or somewhere that has a huge dark medieval building, with hundreds acres of green nine hole golf court.

but i won't live any longer than a week.

i won't do that anyway.
adventure's fun, but if it goes too far - until i do not have any time even to remember it, since the adventure hasn't finished for thousand years - it's equally death.

even indiana jones doesn't live in the same adventure for his whole life -

or does he?