2
days ago, another postcard
came from ona in pittsburgh.
it's golden
gate bridge
from baker
beach
in san
francisco
from his last spring break .
gambarnya emang bagus
thx...
wed,
apr 28, 2004
last
weekend, when some friends came to bali, we went to garuda
wisnu kencana. it has
been a long time since the last time
i was there.
the lesson
from the visit:
never come to gwk
during the day, panasnya bener2 bikin gue
meninggal
dunia.
hari
jumat malem kemaren, gue, bay,
hero,
& dharma
ketemuan dgn keluarga
cemara dari mandalay,
myanmar.
pulang kantor, kita jemput mereka di tempat mereka nginep,
oasis.
dari sana kita ke rumours,
di daerah oberoi
*they had to squeezed in my tiny car*. yg gak nyanka mereka
sempet2nya
bawain
oleh2 . trus kebetulan
banget pas hari itu si
hero
ulang taun.
fri,
apr 23, 2004
the
stuffs in my new shelf...
wed,
apr 21, 2004
last
weekend we invaded the villa
again.
badan gue sampe patah2 krn kebanyakan
berenang
i'm
looking
forward
the coming of my bestfriend from bandung this weekend
Today,
while we were walking around the lake, along that strange road
to Santiago, the man who was with me - a painter, with a life
entirely different from mine - threw a pebble into the water.
Small circles appeared where the pebble fell, which grew and
grew until they touched a duck that happened to be passing and
which had nothing to do with the pebble. Instead of being
afraid of that unexpected wave, he decided to play with
it.
Some hours before that scene, I went to a café, heard
a voice, and it was as if God had thrown a pebble into
that place. The waves of energy touched both me and the
man sitting in a corner painting a portrait. He felt the
vibration of that pebble, and so did I. So what now?
i
got this
cd from a friend. let's
see
what's in it...
thu,
apr 15, 2004
my
grandma passed
away
yesterday
my only
grandma
i was having lunch when my dad called me
she was in bali and i visited her last weekend
it was the
last time
i saw her alive
"you should come to bali again", my cousin said
"i don't think i'll come to bali anymore", my grandma
said
and she was right. it was her really last time in bali.
we always lived far away from her so i have never
been very close
to her.
we only visited her once
every two years
and even less when i lived further.
after i lived in bali, i visited her more often.
she was very
quite.
when we were in the same room, we spent most of the time in
silence,
watching tv. sometimes she said like 'drink your tea' or 'have
some cakes' or 'i don't like this advertisement' then we were
in silence again.
i almost have no memory to recall from her, but still...
from now on, i
won't have grandma anymore.
the
story is about julie
harmon
who lived in south
carolina
at the end
of 19th century.
she did a very
hard
physical labor, "hard as a man" they say, so hard that
at times she's not sure she can stop. her little brother
died in her
arms after getting fever, not very long time after, her
father died
too. in the same year, she married hank,
who was poor too then moved to gap
creek.
the book was not
bad, i felt
like keep reading it without stopping. it uses the countryside
southern english
which
is a bit strange for today's grammar.
It's shameful to admit that you have been hungry, that you
have been hungry as a grown woman, as a married woman. It's
more even embarrassing to admit you've been hungry while carrying
a baby. We made do with what we had on the place and what church
members give us. But there was a time in the late winter when
things got lean and hard, and we just had to outlast them.
By the end of March all our meat was gone, down to a little
fatback. The smokehouse smelled bare and stale. The taters was
gone, and the canned stuff that had survived the flood was all
eat up. There was nothing left in the house but a little cornmeal
and grits from the corn we had saved from the flood.
………….
I knowed that if I asked Elizabeth or Joanne or Preacher Gibbs
or half a dozen other people they would help us out. But they
had already helped us out, and besides, everybody had had a
hard time that winter. It was up to us to look after ourselves.
It we was going to be grown up married folks who was about to
raise a family, we would have to learn to take care of ourselves.
It would be a disgrace to depend on other people to bring us
things to eat.
………….
I discovered hunger don't make you resentful. Hunger makes you
slow and brooding, like you are just waiting and waiting. You
don't feel like going anywhere or doing anything. Hunger makes
you set around, makes you want to go to bed early and sleep
late. You don't want to think about nothing, for if you think
you will think about good things to eat. When you're hungry
you don't want to think at all. You want time to pass. You are
waiting for something to happen. You don't want to waste effort.
You are saving the fat on your bones and the strength in your
blood. You are saving your breath. When you're hungry you don't
even daydream a lot. You just drift through the hours and the
first thing you know another day is over, another night has
gone by. Mostly you want to forget.
it
was saturday nite, a friend and i ran
out of ticket
for a movie . so
we rent a
movie, then headed to my place to watch it. but it was
a dissapoiment , the movie was
too
complicated to enjoy *even
most people said it's a good one *.
then
i looked for some dvds i got at home and found some hayao
miyazaki from sune. the only
one i haven't seen was heisei
tanuki gassen pom poko (pom poko). my friend was
a
bit suprise to
know me having a collection of such a movie, "how old
are you? still watching this kind of movie?". but we really
enjoyed
it
so much. it was really funny
,
about some racoons
who has ability to
transform
themselves into humans or other kind of creatures to stop
the housing development project near tokyo that endangered
their forrest.
like
always,
the pictures were beautiful ,
you guys have to watch it too...
mon,
apr 12, 2004
last
friday we created our
own version of vacation.
a friend of mine found a
villa ,
whose owner is foreigner and was living overseas.
it's supposed to be for rent but empty
at the moment.
so the two of us invaded the villa and
managed to use all
the facilities in it.
we did swimming swimming swimming, cooking, lazying, playing
their cds, and found hundreds of dvds.
we were so
spoiled,
so we didn't want to leave all the luxuries we got. then we
ended up choose one of those bedrooms, slept overnight and planning
to bike to the beach in the morning.
i woke up late, so my friend left
me
for the biking
*bad bad bad kinda friend *
but it was my fault anyway, the wheather would be too
warm for biking if it
was getting late.
but like usual, unplanned
thing
is always fun.
we should do
it again sometimes....
thu,
apr 8, 2004
All
you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
-- All
you need is love - the
Beatles
something
was wrong
yesterday...
i accidently met the same person twice!!!
siang2 pas lagi antri, sama malem2 pas makan.
sampe dia bilang, "lo ngikutin gue yah?"
heuheuheu....
and
today...
i got a suprise
postcard from frank
lloyd wright.
but since this famous
architect
was dead a
long time ago, ona sent it
for me thx!
the
picture is falling
water which is his masterpiece
building
tue,
apr 6, 2004
when
i said i get bored
easily
if staying too long in one place ,
someone told me: everywhere is the same, every morning you wake up with
good day or bad day
one
hundred years of solitude (cien años de solidad)
is such an excellent
book , no
wonder it has been called one
of the greatest novels in history and gabriel
garcia marquez won the nobel
prize. well, i still have problem reading the
book since most
of the characters have the same or very similar names. and this
is the million-pages-tiny-fonts type of
book *blah* .
it's about buendita
family who started a new town somewhere in south
america
called macondo.
the story is full of wonder,
magic, grief, and sorrow.
begun with the gypsies
who brought magnifying glass, magnet, ice, etc which kind of
a magic and scientific discovery for the town inhabitant. then
the town got some fenomenas: insomnia
plague, civil war, five years of rain, and remedios the beauty
ascended to heaven when she was
folding the tablecloth.
the story and descriptions really killed
me. it's serious,
imaginary, strange, and funny
at the same time. and i miss the book after i finished reading
it. sometimes, if i got time, i will re-read the pages i like
again .
fri,
apr 2, 2004
the
movie
of under
the tuscan sun has a totally different story from
the
book!! the book was
full of description, so if it became a movie, it's gonna
be boring. the only same thing was it's about a
writer who's renovating a house in tuscany.
and yupe! tuscany was sooo
damn shooting *remind
me to go there one day *.
actually i was
going
there .
when we had vacation to venice (venezia), we planned
to go to florence
(florence is in tuscany) on our way home. the problem was, we
couldn't find florence in the map .
we were so stupid ,
we didn't know that florence is called
firenze in italian.
so we ended up in vicenza
(the closest name we could guess it would be florence). but
the city was kinda dead. all shops and restaurants
were closed, maybe they were having strike or something .
and a couple days ago i met an italian guy who was having vacation
for a year in bali. whoaaaa....a
year!!!
last
night we had dinner
at rumours.
everytime i passes in front of this restaurant it's always
full of people, and i have never seen any single free
table. all
occupied .
someone
told me that people even have to
make line
just to eat there. so last night, which was not a weekend night,
we managed to get a table without difficulty. they're a good
food, good interior, cheap price
kind of restaurant *that's why!! *
the owner was so friendly ,
always busy
walking around here and there to squeeze the spaces for arranging
the tables.
after
had dinner in a restaurant most people talk nowadays
in bali, we watched a movie most
people talk nowadaysin
the world: the
passion of the christ. it filmed 12
hours
of the christ's life before he was crussified. thanks
to my christian friend who explained
me about everything .
the whole movie was in
hebrew
*so cool to hear people speak hebrew*. reminded me of
my old school where there were many hebrew speaking student.
and this is such a deadly
movie.
i mean someone died
there, right? i skipped the torturing parts, but most part of
the movie was about terrible,
horrible, awful, etc tortured .
in pittsburgh.
since the last time
i was there. 
come to 
account, so i can send you my
address 
.
.
the villa
again.
krn kebanyakan
berenang
*except me,
of course 
*
, i felt
like keep reading it without stopping. it uses the countryside
southern english
. so
we rent 
to enjoy *even
most people said it's a good one 
*.
some 
to
know me having a collection of such a movie, "how old
are you? still watching this kind of movie?". but we really
enjoyed
,
about some racoons
who has ability to
transform
themselves into humans or other kind of creatures to stop
the housing development project near tokyo that endangered
their forrest.
like 
,
whose owner is foreigner and was living overseas.
, so my friend left
me
for the biking 
*bad bad bad kinda friend 
postcard from 
. and this
is the million-pages-tiny-fonts
type of
book *blah* 
when she was
folding the tablecloth. 
. it's serious,
imaginary, strange, and funny
at the same time. and i miss the book after i finished reading
it. sometimes, if i got time, i will re-read the pages i like
again 
.
we were so stupid 
at rumours.
everytime i passes in front of this restaurant it's always
full of people, and i have never seen any single free
table. all
occupied 
