Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Solo Jogja 2009
All in white, we busily walked toward the temple of Ratu Boko and praised the cultural beauty with it simplicity and symmetrical design. It was our annual trip celebrating our friendship. Our “personnel” grew bigger this year with Jefri, Indra, Drajat and our long time dear friend Diah came along with us. I have known these wonderful people for quite a while but only in the recent time that I got to know them in a deeper way.
The hot blaring sun didn’t stop us in taking zillions of pictures of both ourselves and the temple. Not long then we separated into different locations as if the nature led our instinct to do so. In that moment, I saw Sani cried on Diah’s shoulder while Drajat wandered around the temple’s west wing alone. I witnessed Navita held tight on Jamal’s hand as if it confirmed that he is her only love. On the other side, Mega didn’t stop pestering Jefri and Indra to take her more pictures. I was sweating but my mind couldn’t stop thinking when I saw each of these characters. Each has its own story and each has its own uniqueness.
It is amazing to see how those stories and uniqueness assembled together. It’s not always smooth but definitely good. This trip reminded me that friendship is more than just having fun. The not-so-good part, the shitty part about it, is playing even more important part. Because with it, we know of whom we really are.
A friend loves at all times, and kinsfolk are born to share adversity - Prov. 17:17
Jepara 2009
As I entered the nice newly developed beach in an area called Bandengan in Jepara, the memory of my childhood started flooding my mind. The white sandy shore and the water that calmly hit my feet have helped recreate the fun times I had, playing sand with my cousins while the fishermen busily sold the ocean’s treasure to my mom and aunties. The sun shyly came out from the horizon and as I was standing, absorbed by the nature’s wonder and the sweet childhood memories, I realized that get away is the only thing I need.
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