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Saturday, March 30, 2013
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If you come,
I promise not to ask why you come this time
If you come,
I promise not to make you stand
in front of the door too long
If you come,
I promise not to ask
Whose heart you tossed to get here

Because with your step
I wake up from a dead faint which I lullaby myself
If you come,
Please do not leave!

I am tired to watch the door
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First - Lullaby

Saturday, March 23, 2013
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I was deafened by a hullabaloo
which huddle without any hue

This first us was rimless
too rigorous we didn't alter

The hubbub of piccolo and guitar
was humdrum picturesque imagination

We wish to go to a ridge
in which a sanatorium burnt our pigheaded


No lullaby!


it did not, do not, will not

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FIVE MINUTES BEFORE TOO LATE

Thursday, March 21, 2013
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Yogyakarta- “You can ask me about everything terrible that had happened, but I surely do not want to experience it again, and I just want to erase it from my mind!” a girl in about 20 said it loud. She was a friend of mine. We learned together in English Department 2010 Gadjah Mada University. I asked about her shocking experience in the past. Then, she talked about her experience in 2010, during Merapi Eruption.

Merapi Mountain
October 2010, there was an eruption of the most active volcano mountain in Yogyakarta which named Merapi Mountain. Merapi is an active volcano mountain which erupts periodically, almost every five years. The October 2010 was the most overwhelming eruption. It was because the eruption caused many terrible damages in some places around Merapi, such as Yogyakarta, Magelang, Klaten, and it reached also some cities in East Java and West Java. In order to that, there were many victims from many categorizes of people. One of them is a student of Gadjah Mada University who’s named Najih Suraya. She experienced the big disaster.

“I was on my final examination of French Study, but suddenly before I go to campus in the morning, I heard a big creepy frightening sound from inside of Merapi Mountain”, said her whom usually called Aya. “The French exam was cancelled, but I still did not know what to do, my mother called me last night that the eruption of Merapi Mountain reached my home yet. She told me to be in Yogyakarta. One by one my boarding house’s friends went back to their hometown. I did not want to be alone in such huge boarding house. I would go home!” she told me.

The day she planned to go home, which is in Magelang, by motorcycle, but she changed her mind because the thick ashes disturbed her visibility. She tried to catch a bus with her friend, but unfortunately she failed because there was no bus at all at the terminal. “I went to the terminal but I could not find any bus to Magelang. The buses were gone in the morning, and the last bus just departed in 3 p.m. in the afternoon. Then, my friend and I decided to go home by his car. We doubted about came home safely, I watched from the news that we could not pass the way of Magelang-Yogyakarta, because the stream of some river there brought many materials from Merapi. It was too dangerous”, sadly she said with looked down her face.

Pabelan Bridge

She found many shocked damages through her journey from Yogyakarta to Magelang. “I passed three bridges to arrive home. The first was Krasak River Bridge, which has iron skeleton construction and Wide River. The river was full of rocks, gravel, and also sand of Merapi Mountain which flew through the torrent stream. The trees around the bridge fell down to the side of street. The second bridge was Bridge of White River. All around the bridge was incredibly terrible. There was no house, people, traffic light, and no lighting at all, although that place was one of populous resident. It was very gloomy and dark. Grey sand and ashes are everywhere, looked like snow but snow felt cool, this ashes felt itchy”, she continued. She also said that the condition of the road was very ruined. There were many holes in the asphalt construction, caused by the sand eruption. However, the victims and the citizen were already evacuated the day before. Vehicles moved slowly because they could not see the road and it was raining, the rain of volcanic ashes.

The most shocking event that occurred was the fallen bridge of Pabelan river. “I was in a half of my journey. My friend drove the car slowly to pass the third bridge, because the sound of the strong stream which was heard from inside the car. There was no light so that we just had limited visibility. We could not see what around us clearly, what was behind us, what was in front of us, and even the asphalt of the road, which covered with mud of ashes”, she implied. She successfully passed the bridge slowly in five minutes after. BROOOOOOOOKKKK! The bridge fell down. “I was very shocked, all art of my body was trembling, but I chose not to look at it again”, she said convincingly. “The condition was so silence when I passed through the Pabelan Bridge. In the car we felt that the bridge quivered. Panic! We pray to Allah. We could face it. We passed the bridge and moved the car slowly when sudden attack came. Five minutes after we passed the bridge, it fell down to the river’, she utterly said without took a breath.

“From my experience, I think we have to be more aware of such disaster. We cannot know what will happen in the next minute, whether we will live longer or not, we shall thank to God for everything”, Aya said enthusiastically. We can learn from Aya’s story that disaster can be everywhere, at anytime, and to every people. So, we have to be more careful and prepare everything we need to prevent the same effects, even more.
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ADMONITION

Tuesday, March 12, 2013
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Hi there!

me?
*wandering how could it could be*

Hi, me!

NO, NO, i'm not me, my name is .. ..

(interupting)
you are me! you said it!

off course i'm not you, and i'm not me, but i'm myself
hey, why are you talking to me?

why not?

why you?
you're just  -- a paper doll

yes I am.

and you don't have mouth to speak

yes I am

and you don't have heart too

am I the one who don't have heart?

obviously yes!

why you say so?

because you are - not living things -

but I'm here in front of you, you can hear me,
and I am ALIVE!

how can you alive? you are just a paper doll of mine!

what you say?
I am a paper doll
what was I made from?

paper , you think?!

what paper made from?

pulp!

what pulp made from?

wood grain i think

and wood grain come from?

trees!!! am I look so stupid??
*angrily*

deadly correct!

why?

are trees alive?

absolutely yes!

yes, so?
I came from something alive yet -living thing- like you made me not alive.

are you gonna scold me?

Off course!  we are same -living things- until you made me -not alive-


did you have heart? and mouth to speak?

yes I did, and I do have now.
but in past I speak from the blowing wind and fresh air, 
now I speak from your mind

so it make differences?

ask your heart.

*thinking in about 10 minutes*

what your favorite color?

blue,

what blue?

sky

and what your favorite color?

green

nice! you can be nice to me

yeah, after you are nice to me too

how??
save my green, and i will save your blue





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A POTRAIT OF CULTURE

Friday, March 8, 2013
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Malioboro Sign

The sun had just appeared heated his cold skin, which wrapped in thin white short-sleeved shirt and a brown jacket. He went down the red ceramic stairs which was very dusty, for some time he stopped correcting his lace of cream sneakers that has become white because frequently washing. He was looking for his motorcycle keys in his pants pocket that smooth, the only part that is smoother than cotton pants he was wearing. Rode his bike to the office he reversed the course, passing 'Plengkung Gading' (Dutch colonial era artificial gate) a big building stood white as ivory, flanked by walls of rock stairs that hard enough and comfortable to step on. He traveled to a place where he often passed each time from the cool of his hometown to this city where the heat sweltering his whole body. Malioboro, a name which made a trace on his heart. He thought about the past when his grandfather told Malioboro, black and white portrait of the life of the past. 'Malioboro first is a place where crowd of people saw art performances, listen ancient times story, and gave performances through gesture or body movement, eyes that speak. Black asphalt road rough, but it gives importance to the progress of a city: Yogyakarta. A story about Malioboro’s name derived from the name of an English nobleman named Marlborough, some other story told that Malioboro is bouquets. Yet, somehow the original Malioboro history is unclear, a lot of history in it. Dusty pavement, the dust entered his nostrils, proped breathing, he was almost there, he stopped, saw the sign pointing the way, Malioboro in the left, he slowed down his motorcycle, turn left onto the wet asphalt because overnight rain. Her heart began to pound, this cold morning, the sun was shining he dared not enjoy history.

Javanese Script in Malioboro

An old man riding a pedicab slowly through the Javanese script laid down the street Malioboro, Java script which sanked characterizes Javanese culture is still strong and stable. A substantial part of Malioboro. 

Ina Garuda Hotel


Parking Sign
Colorful shops of the first he saw, why people used the brightly color coloring the shop like this? Well maybe not, Indonesia used to be quite simple, and probably many stores demonstrated its products directly rather than with a large billboard that was almost touching electric cables supplying energy in the heart of Yogyakarta. He walked to the south saw a large building, the architecture was magnificent and quite luxurious with white and breadth of parking area. Perhaps because of the large vehicles require the hotel provided a large parking area, and also use  breadth of sidewalk that now be marked 'P', a parking lot.

He bowed his shoelaces fix and ​​walked again, look at the situation from the ground while squatting, a middle-aged man was picking dry leaves and rubbish into the garbage, which color was yellow but brown as inedible time. 

Clean The Cultural Heritage
Beside his left he saw some women was making a blue tent, open stalls to live, entertain the tourists with a variety of typical Indonesian food, especially Yogyakarta, named Gudeg. Sellers and buyers were sitting cross-legged (seated on floor mats), one characteristic of this area. He stood up, walked back down the sidewalk covered by tiles which was quite slippery because of water, saw an interesting classic building with wooden planks in front 'Bar & Resto', perhaps the development of international market and the many tourists who come made 'Bar & Resto' appeared in this town.

Western in East

Presidential Palace
Tired of stepping on the stone he sat at one of bench build by cement supplied to tourists take a rest, black rock under the green trees dance blown by wind, rustic but comfortable. In front of his eyes he saw a tall black iron fence, concealing beauty, a land of green grass, colonial buildings and a large white wooden door looks, a palace, a grandfather often told in first. A robust presidential palace remained with age, with the lights dimmed light hand side. Stopped and admired. 



Punakawan Statues
The other side opposite the palace, a red-walled store was his destination. No, not because of the red wall, but because the four statues of  Punokawan (puppet character in the Javanese story) on the roof of the store, giving little space in the luxurious, Javanese culture in shopping and sightseeing place. Hiiiiiiiiihiiiiik! The voice that was rarely heard suddenly emerged from a beautiful figure with black dark brown body, the train carrying the load on the body. Carriage or wagon or cart said people. One of the traditional transportation which still exist from the past until now. The difference was cart long time ago was the main transport, but now cars and motorcycles that are excellent often create bottlenecks. 


A Gate
 He walked toward the sidelines, narrow aisle in the sidewalk between vendors. Came he stood transfixed in front of a tall building as he saw in Viraha. A wooden red and green gate with distinctive Chinese carvings like dragons. The centerpiece was a wooden board inscribed in gold ink, "Kampung Ketandan” 'written with 3 languages ​​and 3 different types of letters, alphabet, mandarin letters, and Javanese script’. Perfect combination of multiculturalism blend in a gate of a place which is full of stories. Malioboro past may not give a picture of multiculturalism, however now there is an evident of multiculturalism in a wooden gate. Malioboro first consists of a few shops, now a luxury shopping center, a kind of mall stands firmly in the middle, but there are still some peddlers who park in front of the court of the mall. A characteristic of cultural city, Yogyakarta. 

There was another one big building with colonial touch, the doors are large and have a lot of steps before the entrance, the administrative center of Yogyakarta city. The particular interest was the high gates on both sides, there was two blue payphone used a few years ago before many cellular phone exist. Holding the payphone liked touching the past, inserted 100 rupiahs coin and dialed the number on the silver keys engraved names of numbers and symbols was a bit odd. 

Blue Payphone
Walking towards the south there was a green colored wood bench place where the young couple shared love.

There was an old building which evoked asleep memories between the cold, crowded sidewalks, and a number of modern shopping centers, a market. Beringharjo market, traditional market with all it piercings. An old woman dressed injarik’ (a traditional batik fabric function as a skirt) andpurple floral kebaya newly arrived in front of the market; she fell from the rickshaw to take her with clothing apparel merchandise. It's a typical scene from Beringharjo for long time ago, with twin gates are now green, new paint showing its existence until now, since the founding of the past.

Beringharjo Market

Sovereignty Monument
A white banner in red ink put in a black gate in front of a monument, the word written said that it was the monument which recognizes the sovereignty of Yogyakarta. The banner attached to the black fence barrier monument, ‘Monumen Serangan Umum 1 Maret’: the historical evidence. Down the street, crowded point, many people took the photo with the background art sculpture statues and other ornaments in ‘Zero Point’, where the distance is calculated from Jogja. There was a giant red brick statue, 6 meters tall statue with cervical roots and root pins. An interpretation of the beginning of the calculation, the origin of birth at the ‘zero point’. It was so amazing and indescribable morning in Malioboro.
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