Monthly Archives: March 2013

Notes: Happy Easter

"He is not here but he is risen. Remember how He spoke to you when He was in Galilee saying "The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men and be crucified and the third day rise again [Luke 24:6-7] - [2013: Oktofani]

“He is not here but he is risen. Remember how He spoke to you when He was in Galilee saying “The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men and be crucified and the third day rise again [Luke 24:6-7] – [2013: Oktofani]

Today, Christian families around the world are celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ that we know as a Sunday Easter day.

Julie Ackerman Link wrote sin put Jesus to the ultimate test. But His Love endured it, His strength bore it and His power overcame it. Thank yout to Jesus’s death and resurrection, we know beyond  a doubt that win will not and cannot win. He is not here but has risen and lives today.  Happy Easter to all Christian. God bless y’all!

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Catatan: Sebuah Perpisahan

Villa No 11, Jalan Nyuh Bulan, Nyuh Kuning, Mas, Ubud, Bali [2013: E O]

Villa No 11, Jalan Nyuh Bulan, Nyuh Kuning, Mas, Ubud, Bali [2013: E O]

Empat tahun yang lalu, Edward menyewa sebuah villa dua lantai milik Pak Nyoman Suarja. Villa mungil dengan dua kamar tidur di lantai dua dan sebuah taman yang cukup luas. Villa mungil nomor 11 di jalan Nyuh Bulan, Banjar Nyuh Kuning, Mas, Ubud, Bali.

Edward dan aku memiliki banyak memori akan tempat ini. Canda, tawa dan air mata kami bagi di villa mungil ini. Dan hari ini adalah hari terakhir di mana kami menempati villa ini, kami tidak akan lagi memperpanjang kontrak atas villa mungil ini.

Empat tahun menyewa villa ini, rasanya sudah cukup kami membuang uang tanpa memiliki banyak waktu untuk tinggal di tempat ini. Aku di Jakarta dan Edward travelling around the world.

Ubud used to be the best gate away for us. Namun seiring berjalannya waktu, aku tidak begitu menyukai tempat ini sebagai tempat tinggal. I would say that it is a great place for visit but I don’t think that this is the best place for living, at least for the moment. Tempat ini terlalu sepi untukku.

Aku tidak memiliki banyak teman di sini. Bahkan bisa dibilang bahwa aku sama sekali tidak memiliki teman di sini. Temanku hanya Mas Robin dan Pak Arthur. Namun mereka semua tinggal di Denpasar, sedangkan aku tinggal di Ubud. Kami jarang bertemu.

Paling kalau aku kesepian di Ubud dan bosan surfing di internet, aku ngobrol dengan Bu Wayan, istri Pak Nyoman atau Bu Wayan, istri Pak Wayan Darta yang bekerja sebagai pembantu di villa kami. Bahan pembicaraan kami pun tak banyak. Paling kami hanya bicara masalah adat dan kepercayaan Bali

Bukannya aku tidak mau mencari teman atau bersosialisasi dengan masyarakat setempat, namun ada sesuatu yang tidak aku sukai dengan tempat ini. Entah kenapa.

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Bu Wayan, istri Pak Nyoman Suarja, sembayang pagi di pura kecil yang terletak di samping rumah kami. [2013: E O]

Bu Wayan, istri Pak Nyoman Suarja, sembayang pagi di pura kecil yang terletak di samping rumah kami. [2013: E O]

Jam dinding menunjukkan pukul 6:30. Aku ingin ke Pasar Ubud untuk membeli jajan pasar favoritku, ketan hitam dengan parutan kelapa dan gula merah.

Akh aku akan merindukan suasana di Pasar Ubud pada pagi hari. Orang-orang mulai ramai dengan aktivitas jual beli kebutuhan sehari-hari dari bahan pangan sampai sesajen untuk pura-pura kecil di rumah mereka, pikirku.

Selagi aku bersiapdiri untuk ke pasar, aku mencium aroma dupa yang menyelinap rumah, kuat menyengat hidung. Pasti Bu Wayan sedang sembayang pagi. Akh… aku pun akan merindukan moment-moment ini, pikirku.

“Selamat pagi…” sapa Bu Wayan dengan logat Bali yang kental. Suaranya mengagetkanku. Pagi ini, Bu Wayan mengenakan kebaya biru dengan rambut keriting yang diikat rapi.

“Pagi… apakabar? Mau ke pura?” jawabku sambil tersenyum.

“Iya. Mau sembayang. Mau ke mana Pani? Pagi-pagi sudah rapi.” tanya Bu Wayan yang lagi-lagi salah menyebut namaku.

Pani…  pikirku sebal. Fani… apa sih susahnya mengejak huruf F… pikirku kesal. Sudahlah, aku tidak ingin marah apalagi di hari terakhirku di sini. Lagipula, bukan hanya Bu Wayan yang salah menyebut namaku dengan huruf P namun banyak orang.

“Mau ke pasar. Mau jajan.” jawabku singkat dengan senyum yang lebar.

“Pasar?! Tutup! Ini hari Galungan. Ndak ada yang jualan.” jelasnya.

Oh shoot… I forgot that today is Galungan day. Everybody must go to temple.

Aku nekad. Aku tetap pergi ke Pasar Ubud dengan Edward. Tetapi Bu Wayan tepat. Pasar Ubud sepi. Hanya tiga orang yang berjualan bunga di depan pura. Tak ada penjual sayur, buah, daging atau makanan ringan. Pasar Ubud sepi seperti kuburan.

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Puluhan penjor menghiasi jalan Nyuh Bulan, Nyuh Kuning, Mas, Ubud, Bali [2013: E O]

Puluhan penjor menghiasi jalan Nyuh Bulan, Nyuh Kuning, Mas, Ubud, Bali [2013: E O]

Matahari sudah meninggi. Langit biru memayungi Pulau Dewata ini. Nyuh Kuning masih sepi. Keheningan Jalan Nyuh Bulan, tempat di mana aku tinggal pun terasa berbeda. Ada suatu pesta, pikirku.

Jalan Nyuh Bulan terlihat sangat indah dengan puluhan penjor yang dipacangkan di depan rumah masing-masing warga. Hari ini, masyarakat Hindu Bali serempak memancangkan penjor dalam rangka merayakan hari raya Galungan.

Penjor adalah hiasan yang terbuat dari bambu panjang melengkung yang dihiasi dengan janur dan hasil bumi seperti gabah, kelapa, ubi, jagung dan juga jajan pasar. Penjor dipasang sebagai bentuk rasa syukur kepada Sang Yang Widhi.

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Pasar Ubud di hari Galungan [2013: E O]

Pasar Ubud di hari Galungan [2013: E O]

Sepi. Ubud masih sepi. Semua restaurant masih tutup. Nampaknya mereka baru akan buka di siang hari. Aku lapar, pikirku saat perutku meraung keras. Meskipun aku lapar, bukannya kami mencari restautant untuk sarapan, kami justru hunting foto. Syukur-syukur aku bisa mendapatkan moment yang bagus untuk direkam.

Dari Pasar Ubud, kami pergi ke Banjar Kutuh Kelod lalu menyusuri Banjar Bentuyung dan berakhir di Jalan Suweta, depan Pasar Ubud. Bukan perjalanan yang singkat. Kami menyusuri lebih dari empat banjar yang masih asri dengan sawah yang masih hijau.

Sayangnya meskipun banyak sekali lahan sawah yang masih hijau, banyak pula lahan persawahan yang dijual kepada para investor untuk dikembangkan menjadi villa. Uang, uang, uang. Manusia menjadi rakus, lupa untuk menjaga alam.

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Hindu Balinese women  were marching to the temple  on Galungan day [2013: E O]

Hindu Balinese women were marching to the temple on Galungan day [2013: E O]

Balinese women were marching to temple on Galungan day [2013: E O]

Balinese women were marching to temple on Galungan day [2013: E O]

Pemandangan Ubud hari ini lain dari hari biasa. Pagi ini, perempuan Bali, baik tua maupun muda, berbalutkan kebaya bali dengan sinjang dan kain selendang. Mereka berjalan beriringan dengan membawa sesajen di atas kepala mereka untuk dibawa ke pura.

Sedangkan para lelaki, mereka berbalutkan baju safari putih lengkap dengan sarung dan udeng. Namun mereka tidak membawa sesajen di kepala mereka.

Seusai menyantap breakfast, kami melanjutkan hunting foto. Dari Jalan Monkey Forest, kami menuju Jalan Raya Ubud dan belok ke kiri ke Banjar Penestanan dan keluar di Desa Singakerta.

Jauh-jauh kami berkeliling Ubud, moment perayaan Galungan kami temukan di pura Bale Banjar Nyuh Kuning. Puluhan umat Hindu Bali dari Banjar Nyuh Kuning dan sekitarnya sembayang pagi di pura tersebut.

Akh… Ubud… aku akan merindukan tempat ini.

Aku akan merindukan suara gamelan dari bale banjar. Aku akan merindukan ledakan tawa dari orang-orang yang mengikuti laughing yoga. Aku akan merindukan aroma dupa di pagi hari saat Bu Wayan sembayang pagi. Aku akan merindukan sapaan ramah Bu Made.

Meskipun aku tidak begitu mencintai tempat ini, aku akan merindukan Ubud. Tempat ini memiliki kesan tersendiri untukku.

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Our garden [2013: E O]

Our garden [2013: E O]

Siang ini, aku mengucapkan selamat tinggal pada Bu Wayan, istri Pak Nyoman. Air mata menggenangi matanya. Air mata perpisahan. Aku harap suatu hari nanti ketika aku akan bertemu dengannya kembali.

Aku masih teringat kala aku tinggal di villa nomor 11 ini. Aku kerap ngobrol dengan Bu Wayan di sore hari. Bu Wayan adalah salah satu temanku saat di Bali.

Akh… aku benci perpisahan. Selamat tinggal Ubud. signature

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Notes: Rahajeng Nyanggra Rahina Galungan

Balinese family were receiving holy water before starting their prayer. [2013: E O]

Balinese family were receiving holy water before starting their prayer. [2013: E O]

Dressing up in Balinese kebaya and white kook or safari, Balinese women and men were marching down to the nearest temple to say their morning prayer and give their offering. Today, Balinese are celebrating Galungan day.

Galungan is celebrated to remind human beings that we should always fight the battle against the bad habit and evil desires. It is celebrated once in 210 days according to the Balinese calendar.

On Galungan day, usually Balinese decorate their house and their temple. The most striking and noticeable decoration is penjor that they put in front of their house. Penjor is a bamboo pool which is decorated with unhulled rice, coconut leaves and coconut, which represent the nature.

To all my Hindu Balinese friends, Rahajeng nyanggra rahina Galungan lan Kuningan

Balinese man was receiving holy water from Jero Truni before starting his prayer [2013: E O]

Balinese man was receiving holy water from Jero Truni before starting his prayer [2013: E O]

Offering flower [2013: E O]

Offering flower [2013: E O]

Jero truno truni helped Pemangku to give holy water to the Hindu Balinese before they started their prayer [2013: E O]

Jero truno truni helped Pemangku to give holy water to the Hindu Balinese before they started their prayer [2013: E O]

Pemangku / Priest gave holy water to Balinese before they started their morning prayer on Galungan day in the Nyuh Kuning temple [2013: E O]

Pemangku / Priest gave holy water to Balinese before they started their morning prayer on Galungan day in the Nyuh Kuning temple [2013: E O]

Balinese women were purchasing offering flower in Ubud Market [2013: E O]

Balinese women were purchasing offering flower in Ubud Market [2013: E O]

Balinese women were carrying offering to the temple on Galungan day. [2013: E O]

Balinese women were carrying offering to the temple on Galungan day. [2013: E O]

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Notes: I’m Blocked by Karrueche Tran

O geez… I don’t know whether I have to laugh or cry. I was just blocked by Karrueche Tran, Chris Brown ex-girl friend. Why? I think it was because I asked her some kind of ‘offensive’ question via twitter “Why Breezy chose Rihanna and dumped her?” Well, I actually did not mean to be offensive but I knew it would turn it that way somehow.

So last Thursday morning, I was randomly watching video in youtube and found this video of Karrueche made a fun of Rihanna. Based on that video, I found that Karrueche was so mean to Rihanna… So I sent her a tweet

My tweet to Karrueche on 14 March 2013

My tweet to Karrueche on 14 March 2013

Who got boyfriend? Who’s single now? Breezy chose Rih. What happened? ; ) “@karrueche Making Fun of @rihanna : http://youtu.be/l_fQSwL8kEo

Ya! Ya! Many of us know that Rihanna was also mean toward her. Remember the rice cake tweet? In the end of the day, they both were so mean toward each other. Pssst…. I did a lot of research on their online war via Twitter, Instagram and Facebook – Geez… women! Why are we cruel toward each other when it comes to love relationship. 

Anyway, after I sent the tweet to Karrueche… somehow I found that I was blocked by Karrueche as I was about going to follow her on twitter. I guess, she just wanna say ‘It ain’t nobody bidnezz’ as Breezy and Riri said it to the world.

I’m actually not a big fans of Rihanna … but I just found it interesting in some ways. Women tend to be cruel to other women when it comes to relationship.  Geez… Why am I writing about it?! It is not an important thing at all.

Sorry, you are blocked!

Sorry, you are blocked!

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Frankly I actually have never really been interested with celebrity personal life gossip. I just always found it as rubbish ‘news’ and I don’t really need those kind of news. What do I need it for? Does it have any significant effect for my life? I don’t think. Hence I don’t really care about it.

So why am I even following the latest news about Riri, Breezy and Tran? Why am I even blogging about it? I don’t know.signature

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Reflection: Don’t Be Selfish

Let's listen [2010: E O]

Let’s listen [2010: E O]

Let nothing be done through selfish ambition or conceit, but in lowliness of mind et each esteem others better than himself.  Let each of you look out not only for their own interests but also for the interest of others- Philippians 2: 3-4

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When we hold our tongue and listen, we communicate our care. For an open ear speaks volume to a heart that’s in despair - Sper

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Notes: I Miss Yogya

Bakmi putih godog Dongkelan, gudeg mbok Dinah, sega kucing, lotek, pecel Bu Wiryo, jamu Pasar Pujokusuman, sega gudangan, cenil, lopis, gatot, ketan bubuk, grontol, jenang grendul. Geez… I have been thinking about those delicious street food in past couple weeks.

I miss my home town, Yogyakarta. It has been nearly four years since I left Yogya in 2009. I miss the simplicity of the city, the humbleness of the people and the delicious yet cheap street food.

Yogyakarta, which is also known as Yogya or Jogja, is a town of 500, 000 people. It is located in the south coast of Java island. Yogyakarta is known as a student city as well as one of the most popular tourist destination in Java island because it is the central of classical fine art.

Kasultanan Ngayogyakarta Hadiningrat

Kasultanan Ngayogyakarta Hadiningrat [2010: E O]

Despite the fact of modernization and globalization, Yogyakarta is still able to maintain its tradition and its value among the society. Other than that, the most important thing is that Yogyakarta accepts diversity. Hence everyone, who has different ethnicity, religion and races, can live together peacefully and respectfully.

Be they Hindu, Buddha, Christian, Muslim, Javanese, Balinese, Papuan, Timorese, Batakese, , gay, lesbian or transgender,  still they can live in harmony.

I would say that I am so lucky coming from Yogyakarta. It is because it has an affordable living cost, an access to good quality of education, latest information and the latest ‘civilization’ products, which can make mankind’s life easy. Other than that, it is a clean city with humble people.

Growing up in such an environment, it taught me a lot of things about life. There are two most valuable things that I learnt from Yogyakarta, it taught me how to respect other people and how to be tolerant to any differences around us.

But I grew up. I set my dream. I wanna improve my life. I wanna see the world. I wanna be a successful woman, who is doing what makes me happy and being good at it. Hence I must leave Yogyakarta.

I must say that Yogyakarta has been so kind to me. Yogyakarta has raised me and given me a life provision to make my dream comes true. No matter where I am today, who I am today, I will always miss Yogyakarta especially the simplicity of the town and the humbleness of people.

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Yusak and I had bakmi pecel at Pasar Beringharjo, Malioboro, Yogyakarta

Yusak and I had bakmi pecel at Pasar Beringharjo, Malioboro, Yogyakarta [2009: Richardo Dicky Aditya]

Went out for dinner with my brother, sister and friends at Bakmi si Bisu, Dongkelan. [2011: Oktofani Elisabeth]

Went out for dinner with my brother, sister and friends at Bakmi si Bisu, Dongkelan. [2011: E O]

Last November, I drove down to Yogyakarta with two of my good friends, Paijo and Bebek. It has been for a while that I did not visit my parents in Yogyakarta.

Jesus! I was kind of shocked and surprised about how cheap Yogyakarta is, how humble Yogyakarta people are. Or I would say that I nearly forget about it. It actually was not only shocking me but also Paijo, who has been living in Jakarta in the past few months.

One day, I had lunch with my good friend, Olen, at Jinemo, a student cafeteria in Babarsari, Sleman, Yogyakarta. Each of us had a plate of rice, chicken, vegetable, tempe and a glass of juice. When I was going to pay the bill, I was kinda surprised that it only cost us Rp 21,000 (2.3 USD).

“Seriously?! It is only Rp 21,000 for two people?!! You could not find it in Jakarta” I said to myself.

"Clean Market, Good Fortune"

“Clean Market, Good Fortune” is the motto of Pasar Prawirotaman to encourage the vendors to keep the place clean. Hence it can attract more customers to come and shop. [2013: E O]

One of traditional snack vendor from Pasar Prawirotaman, Yogyakarta

One of traditional snack vendor from Pasar Prawirotaman, Yogyakarta [2012: E O]

The next morning, I went to Pasar Prawirotaman to buy traditional snack such as cenil lopis, gatot, grontol and ketan bubuk. It all cost me Rp 8,000 or 9 cent. I paid with Rp 10,000 bill and asked the seller to keep the change.

I was so surprised how the way she thanked me for Rp 2,000 or 2 cent that I gave to her as tip. She thanked me as if I gave her Rp 20,000 or 2 dollar. It actually did not only happen once but several times whenever I gave tip to street food sellers or parking attendant.

It was just unbelievable how they valued their fortune even though it was not a big amount of money. And that is what I often miss about Yogyakarta, the simplicity of the town and its people.

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