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nov 29, m o n d a y

the day before i left for vacation, i went to kayumanis in nusa dua, a new hotel where they have an exhibition in a really cool building in front. the first building by the entrance was really an eye-catcher. not balinese at all, but a glass one with pond surrounding it. if it surrounding by the pond, how can i get in? where's the entrance? should i jump into the

pond and swim to get into the building?

then i found out how to get in there, i should enter a tunnel at the side of the building. inside the tunnel, there's a ramp up to go directly into the first floor and it's a restaurant above! but i was not still in the glass exibition building! i have to go downstair (they just make you go around and around ) and voila , it's the exhibition about the hotel's building and design.

we also see one of their villa (they have total 19 villas), the only one which was not occupied at that time. each villa got name from a tree such as akasia, pine, sukun, waru, etc. the one that we saw was the 3 bedroom villa one and its name was gaharu. i didn't like the villa. the building arragement was ok, but the interior design was terrible .

but one thing that i like the most from the villa was , it has this huge glass window in the master bedroom in front of the swimming pool. so when you're in the master bedroom, you can feel that the swimming pool is inside the room.

and like usual, i took pictures pictures and pictures...

nov 29, m o n d a y
My dear Simone,

After you, red is no longer red.
The blue of the sky is no longer blue.
The trees are no longer green.
After you, I have to search for colors in the yearning I have for us.
After you, I miss even the pain that made our lve timid and secret.
I regret the waiting, the relingquising, the coded messages, our stolen glances in a world full of blind people who didn't want to see.
Because if they'd seen us, we'd have seen their shame, their hatred, their cruelty.

I regret I haven't yet had the courage to ask your forgiveness.
And that is where I always saw you when I didn't even know yur name and you dreamed of a better world.
A world where a tree was not forbidden to be a tree or a blue to become the sky.
I don't know if this is a better world now that no one calls me 'Davide' anymore.
How can I say this is a better world ?
How can I say that without you?

--from Facing Windows

nov 26, f r i d a y
Dance, as though no one is watching,
Love, as though you've never been hurt before,
Sing, as though no one can hear you,
Work, as though you don't need the money,
Live, as though heaven is on earth.

-- Rumi

nov 26, f r i d a y

i've seen the devil wears prada in this & this blog months ago. the book is already translated in to indonesian and like the da vinci code, it is so abudant! i could even choose the book from several publisher. i chose the british one, just like usual, because the cover looks good in red.

the story is about andrea, who got her first job as an assistant of miranda priestley, a world famous editor from a famous fashion magazine, runway, in new york. and like you can guess from the title, she's a boss from hell . most of the story is about how torturing the job that millions girls would die and kill each other for. andrea has already sacrifies things for this job: time with her boyfriend, best friends, and family.

the things that i like from andrea in the story are, she spent her time after graduate from college to do travelling: to europe and asia. and i also like every morning, when she buys coffee for her boss in starbuck, she always buys more, gave them to the homeless, and let the office pay for it *ha!*.

the author of the book, lauren weisberger, is very beautiful indeed. as i read the book, i imagined andrea in her figure and the description in the book is just like her: blond, slender, has jewish background, used to worked in a magazine before star writing this book, etc.

somehow this book is so similar as fashionistas. andrea and vig (the girl in fashionistas) work in a magazine in new york, they both have evil bosses, and both of their boyfriends's names are alex! *is is a popular name for boyfriend or what??*

nov 23, t u e s d a y
i just spent more than a week of my lebaran vacation in not-so-crowded jakarta (but still crowded according to my standard ). it's a place i should call home since a couple months ago since our family got a tiny nice comfortable house in south jakarta.

being born and raised in a nomaden family, it's not such a big deal to adopt a new place as home. it's like a new experience, a new challenge, something need to defeate . but somehow, the old homes that is not home anymore phisically, keep stay as home for me since i always leave a good chunk of my heart there .

the complete family of five of us stay in a house is once in a blue moon thing. on lebaran day, we went to aunt's house where we met other relatives: aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. i have never been close to them mentally and geographically so after hi, how are you, it's so hot these days, i really ran out of conversation.

but the food was so delicious . my aunt always has this layer cheese cake that i love so much. i felt like eating all of the available piece in the room, but i didn't do it, i was just too shy . the main course was not bad either. this year they imported the food from surabaya. it was just a simple food, but i like it a lot.

to stop myself from keep eating and being bored after ran out of conversation, i took pictures of the children there. they're the children of my cousins. stunningly, they were so excited about taking pictures. check them here.

i also spent my time watching movies that were playing in jakarta: resident evil: apocalypse, sky captain and the world of tomorrow, shark tale *a dissapointment , filmnya

ga penting ya nuk*, the incredibles *excellent , love it so much*. i also finished reading the devil wears prada, and a friend gave me palahniuk's stranger than fiction. i also did some stuffs that is not possible to do in bali which was fun!

like always, time flies faster when you're on vacation. suddenly it was already sunday nite , the time i had to wave good bye and jumped into the airplane to fly back to real life bali.

but like a quote that like : you will appreciate your own home better after travelling.

buybuy jakarta , see ya again sometimes...

nov 22, m o n d a y
hari terakhir sebelum liburan...

udah males banget kerja. komputer belum shut down tapi hati udah shut down . minta ijin pulang cepet. beli kontak lens. the incredibles udah maen di bali. pulang. dititipin kue besar banget. tidur . bangun. makan. complete the packing. titip mobil. dianter ke airport. ketemu temen. ketemu temen. ketemu temen lagi. nunggu boarding. ternyata pesawatnya ga delay. sampe di jakarta tengah malem.

nov 10, w e d n e s d a y
i'll be officially outta the island for mudik lebaran.
i'll visit a city that love and hate at the same time (mostly hate) to meet my family , and hopefully some friends.

for all of you:
selamat lebaran, mohon maaf lahir & batin.
see ya again after i get back

nov 09, t u e s d a y

dpt kiriman buku bertanya atau mati. pengarangnya isman, blogger juga. gue tau buku ini dari blognya adhit, & sebenernya udah terbit sejak september, tapi karena ga dijual di bali , gue baru bisa baca sampe ada yg ngirimin gue dari jakarta.

buku ini non-fiksi (jarang2 gue baca buku non-fiksi) and it's soooooo funny!! gue bacanya sampe ketawa2 gitu. terutama bagian yg nyeritain tentang diet sama bagian tentang statistik.

trus gue juga suka bagian kalo dia suka nanya2. soalnya gue juga orgnya suka nanya2. misalnya bos gue ngasi penyelesaian desain, gue suka nanya 'kok gitu?' setelah dia jelasin gue suka nanya lagi 'kenapa ga?' . sebenernya gue masih mo nanya2 banyak sih, tapi gue ngerti kalo bos gue itu ga punya banyak waktu & dia juga adalah manusia biasa yg bisa kesel and nyambit gue pake sample batu2 alam yg banyak tersedia di kantor gue dlm berbagai bentuk, ukuran, corak, & warna.

nov 06, s a t u r d a y

got an unusual mission . when usually i take pictures of dead stuffs such as buildings, buildings, and buildings, my next target is tipi jabrik, the damn good looking famous surfer!

the description of the mission is so simple: the setting is by the beach , sometimes in during the sunset, and he has to look sexy!

i called him to make an appoinment to meet at double six beach, in front of de ja vu, by 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

this half austrian guy was so down to earth. he came with an old biclycle and flip flop *which i think is a really cute of him*. we said hi, i asked him about his broken arm, he told me that he was fasting , then he borrowed a surfboard for the photo session. we walked closer to the water and took some pictures there.

so i just want to share some of his pictures here :

thanks to:

	god, mom, dad, blablabla...
	jessie, who believe that i can do the mission. now the mission is accomplished, jes.
	tipi, yg baik hati & tidak sombong
	erwin & erwin, yg satu udah minjemin kamera karena gue ga pede pake kamera gue sendiri, & yg satu lagi udah jadi pom pom boy yg baik .

nov 04, t h u r s d a y

war photographer if your pictures aren't good enough, you're not close enough. -- robert capa a really good documentary about jim nachtwey

whose job is a war photographer. he travelled around to kosovo, rwanda, jakarta, etc to capture the misery moments. the pictures are excellent artistically. they're always black and white and give me even more pain.

i remember i used to borrow stern magazines from goethe institut where i saw a lot of his works there, but most of the times i was too scare to see the pictures: so sad , so depressing and tell the honesty of poverty, hunger, anger, sadness, mourning, and the horrible cause of wars.

nov 02 , t u e s d a y
dia ga pernah bisa percaya kalo ada perempuan yg bisa nyetir dgn benar. ibunya, adiknya, & sekarang gue. kalau gue udah mulai menyetir dgn dia duduk disamping, mulailah dia blingsatan, membaca segala macam doa, & mengingatkan ini itu tentang keadaan di jalan raya. kalau ada mobil di sekitar yg ga beres, dia langsung meng-klaim, "pasti yg nyetir cewek."
"nggak tuh bapak2," kata gue sambil ketawa .

gue sendiri ga gitu suka nyetir . gue nyetir bukan karena hobi atau apaan, tapi buat survival. kalau ada org yg mau nyetirin gue, dgn senang hati gue memberikan kunci mobil & pindah duduk di samping. tapi most of the time gue lebih suka ke-mana2 sendiri, ga ngerepotin & direpotin org lain.

gue mulai belajar nyetir waktu mulai tinggal di indonesia lagi. gue tinggal di hegarmanah, bandung, dimana ga ada kendaraan umum sama sekali. enak banget kalo bisa nyetir, pikir gue. mulailah gue me-narik2 org2 di sekitar buat ngajarin gue nyetir: temen2 gue, sopir gue, sampe om gue yg lagi berkunjung. tapi dari semua guru2 cabutan gue, ada satu master, namanya adi. dia & mobil busuknya selalu membawa gue ke medan2 berat.

satu hari yg gue inget, dia ngajarin gue ilmu setengah kopling di salah satu tanjakan yg paling curam di ciumbuleit, di tengah hujan lebat. dan gue ga bisa2.
"mobilnya sih butut," kata gue cari2 alesan.
"lo masih untung mobil ini ada rem tangannya, minggu lalu ga ada. ini baru gue pasangin," kata suhu gue. "lagian kalo mobil butut bisa, entar mobil bagus jadi gampang."
gue langsung diem . ga kebayang belajar setengah kopling tanpa rem tangan. pasti mobilnya menggelinding terus menerus ke bawah.

masih dalam rangka belajar nyetir, gue suka pake mobil apa aja yg lagi nganggur di rumah, nyetir keliling kompleks sambil nyerempet benda2 mati atau hidup di sekitar gue, dgn ga sengaja tentunya. hasilnya: mobil2 itu beret2 .

sampailah pada hari dimana gue menganggap diri gue cukup mahir utk ke satu tempat melewati jalan raya yg ramai tanpa perlu ditemani seorangpun. walaupun dgn ber-debar2, sampai juga gue di tujuan tanpa kurang satu apapun. tapi, ini blm happy end karena gue baru sadar kalo gue blom bisa parkir! kebetulan ada temen gue di deket situ yg baru selesai parkir. gue buka jendela & cried for help sama dia. bukannya nolongin, dia malahan manggil tukang parkir, ngasi tau kalo ada yg ga bisa parkir.

pak tukang parkir langsung sigap, memberi aba2 dgn semangat pada gue yg sebenernya udah amat sangat hopeless. dgn kondisi ga pede , dendam sama temen gue yg mau nolongin, tertekan, & bercucuran keringat, akhir gue bisa parkir.

pulangnya, gue udah ga nafsu buat nyetir lagi . untung ada org baek yg mau nganterin gue pulang , walaupun dia sempet bingung, "tadi yg bawa mobilnya kesini siapa?"