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."

If It's Raining Outside....

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

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

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 too luxurious to be a 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) !!

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

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

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

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... Those in the picture, are ketupats, cooked in a hot boiled water, inside a giant boiler pan, on a traditional stove made from pile of isthmus.

it was inside this pan below.....


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