Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Pacitan.2010
After saving up for about 12 weeks, we finally had the money to go vacationing as a group. Yes, we picked Pacitan cause we think why not. It's the closest beach with amazing views, accomodations by the beach and good food. Even if all of those above non-existent, we would still go because things can be so much fun with great friends. Rooms had been booked, cars were rented, endless list of things to bring and do were done and finals details had been discussed. Friday night at 7PM off we went to Pacitan. There are more than 1,000 pictures were taken during our weekend trip. Here are some pictures I like.
Monday, November 29, 2010
My Cousin's Wedding
The party. 
The traditional wedding at the temple. 
We strolled down the Petitenget beach on our way back to the hotel from the wedding and shot this pic. 
My cousin Linda and her just official husband, Jay, posed for family picture with their parents.See Outside the Window
My 3m x 4m room has two windows; the first window faces the backside of the vocational school next door, and the other one has a view of the mountain. The second window has a more appealing view - beautiful Mount Merbabu - but it is not my favorite.
Though its view is unpleasant (an unfinished building, an eyesore), the first window is special. Every morning through that very window, I can see birds fly off of the roof of that building; singing, twittering, and chirping as they begin their journey each new day. I am sure those birds have been occupying that roof for a long time, but I wasn't aware of their existence until recently.
There is always excitement when I wake up in the morning and hear them singing. The sound is a remedy for the side effects of my lack of sleep or for my inability to get out of bed.
I wonder, though, if they, at some point in their lives, ever get tired of doing the same thing every day. I think of me doing the same thing every day. Some people would call it a routine and some people might want to vomit when they think about that word. When I get myself into a routine, it's easy for me to lose perspective or even to believe that what I'm doing is meaningless and doesn't impact the lives of others.
I am encouraged by what I've learned from the birds. Instinct may tell them to do the same thing every morning, but unlike them, I have a free will to choose what I want to do. Those birds will never know that their daily routine has brought delight into my life. And who knows if the routines in my life (and you, too) could bring delight and encouragement to someone else?
Though its view is unpleasant (an unfinished building, an eyesore), the first window is special. Every morning through that very window, I can see birds fly off of the roof of that building; singing, twittering, and chirping as they begin their journey each new day. I am sure those birds have been occupying that roof for a long time, but I wasn't aware of their existence until recently.
There is always excitement when I wake up in the morning and hear them singing. The sound is a remedy for the side effects of my lack of sleep or for my inability to get out of bed.
I wonder, though, if they, at some point in their lives, ever get tired of doing the same thing every day. I think of me doing the same thing every day. Some people would call it a routine and some people might want to vomit when they think about that word. When I get myself into a routine, it's easy for me to lose perspective or even to believe that what I'm doing is meaningless and doesn't impact the lives of others.
I am encouraged by what I've learned from the birds. Instinct may tell them to do the same thing every morning, but unlike them, I have a free will to choose what I want to do. Those birds will never know that their daily routine has brought delight into my life. And who knows if the routines in my life (and you, too) could bring delight and encouragement to someone else?
Gili - Bali Adventures
The first sunrise of 2010 in Gili Air
A boat that took us around the Gili islands.
The ocean view from Gili Air.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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