Nobody is expected or has an ability to look young forever unless she was Elizabeth Taylor or Titiek Puspa. How freaked out I was when I found a group of gray hair in a specific, particular spot: above my right ear. You read it right; not one or two, but a GROUP of gray hair, and the number has increased ever since.
Funny how as a (relatively) young person I always think of life, seeing how some friends got married and have kids, some have gone abroad and back again, some quitted job and opened a boutique. In short: life does change. But so far I haven't found any evidence of gray hair or wrinkled skin on them and I never really thought that sooner or later our appearance may also change.
So in this pre-30s life (wait, what???) I think I better be prepared, for a few years from now my cutout profile will probably look like this:
It's been years since the last exciting visit to a historical-architecture-themed exhibition, driven by a curiosity to see new things. It's been years since the last reading about a red-blue-yellow painting, how the painting was a product of an artistic movement, how Mr. Rietveld methodically designed a chair in 1917 and a house in 1924 accordingly. It's been years since all of those things amused my younger self. I don't know which one is more surprising: the fact that it's been years, or the fact that it was very very truthfully amusing.
So last week I went back to this spot, a spot I visited almost four years ago, a spot that I can only reach on certain occasions, if not opportunities. I always wanted to do a revisited-sketch and I guess this is my first.
I personally like the old one better than the new sketch.
I was also planning to do a revisited-sketch for Perusahaan Roti Orion but it was already almost dark and the snack shop now looks like this:
Those trees sure are growing.........it's been almost four years. Damn.
Discourse transmits and produces power; it reinforces it, but also undermines and exposes it, renders it fragile and makes it possible to thwart it. In like manner, silence and secrecy are a shelter for power, anchoring its prohibitions, but they also loosen its holds and provide for relatively obscure areas of tolerance.
-Nancy R. Nangeroni
(as quoted by Mary Brown Parlee in a book The Body and Psychology, Part III, Chapter 7)
Also: Secrets have a cost. They're not free. Not now, not ever.
-Aunt May, The Amazing Spiderman
I think I'm a bit obsessed with this super cool Wrangler Rubicon, but all I can do now is making the paper craft. I'll be riding the real version of this kind someday to reach my cabin inside the forest. HAHA.
A reminder on how hectic my days were, how fast time flies, how seldom I've blogged (you can even still see last year's christmas greeting on this front page), and how incredible this year has been. Merry Christmas.
"Rumah Batu" (the Stone House) is how people in the neighborhood call it. Passing in front of the house years ago, my high school self and friends was stunned by its stoney, unusual appearance and speculated on who owns and lives in such house. I've never imagined that someday I would meet the owner of Rumah Batu, became one (out of thousands) of his students, and eventually visited the house years after I graduated from college.
The house was built in 1996 by its owner/architect, Prof. Gunawan Tjahjono. For more info about the house, visit archnet.org/library/sites/one-site.jsp?site_id=9876