Friday, October 30, 2009

cheers. or not.

I've been so curious about watercolour, but I never dare to try using it. My idle watercolour then became my little bro's experimental tools, causing the two major colors [red and black] to dry. Since then, I decided to try, however bad it is; and it started last week. And this is it [eh? sounds michael jackson. haha]

Hmm.. I don't know. I didn't mean to make a dark painting. It should've been brighter and happier. Hehe. I like the background, and dislike the glass. Big failure. Cheers. Or not.

P.S.: still wondering how to keep the original colours on the screen. Is it the scanner's fault or just the setting?

Sunday, October 25, 2009


I had a cloudy psychedelic dream last night
watercolour on paper, photoshoped images

Saturday, October 24, 2009


A friend who is a Greenpeace University course student has come back from her visit to Thailand [also for the Greenpeace thingy], and she gave me a set of gift you'll envy:

Tree-branches colored pencils. Hehe. Aren't they cool?

Friday, October 23, 2009

lights off

starry night, watercolor on paper
I just realize that the outdoor night without lamps is just beautiful. Few days ago the electricity of the whole town was down. I went home when it's already dark, after taking care of a friend's house whose owner was abroad and taking another friend home. It was so damn dark that we were so damn creeped out.
Going back to home was so thrilling, since there was no light. Only the motorcycles' and the cars' also some lights from the generator operated lamps from a few houses and stores.
Then I got home, and stared above. It was amazing. The grey starry night had become the brightest light, leaving the houses and trees in a complete black silhouette, the dots of stars were contemplative; I suddenly imagined hundred years before when the little kid playing below the light of a full moon. It's said that the light of the moon was as bright as the sun's.
It was so breathtaking.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

sandhy sondoro

Take a look at this:


Isn't he amazing? A friend texted me, recommended to see his performance at an "International Contest of Young Pop Singers - New Wave 2009".

Now take a look at his profile:

Sandhy Sondoro is an architect. He was born in Jacarta. He likes cycling and playing music in his free time. He has participated in many music contests. Sandhy is keen on football and he likes to play it. He enjoys spending his holidays on Bali island. If Ray Charles were alive, Sandhy would dream of singing with him.

and continues:

Drawing was Sandhy’s favourite school subject, but he could not stand Physics. The singer is good at cooking. He often treats his friends with delicious national dishes. He has taken to reading novels by the world famous writer P.Coelho recently. He says his symbol of luck in life and work is... his own heart. He enjoys listening to Bill Witlers, Led Zeppelin, Beatles and he likes soul music. His favourite composers are John Lennon and Paul MсСartney. [cited partially from]

The Schools of Architecure always proudly mention 'boxer turned architect' or 'mathematician turned architect' or 'physician turned architect'. How bout architect turned singer? A very big shock when I saw his profile. You sure know what I mean. Grkgrkgrkgrkgk...

Saturday, October 3, 2009

you only live once

Out of sudden, Mbak Wanda asked me: how did R. A. Kartini died at the age of 25?
I thought it's just another ordinary daily question until I realized, they're at the same age. Mbak Wanda and R. A. Kartini. When I asked her, "why is it?" she said, "I want to be like her, die at her age. I wished it when I was very young, 6 or 8."
"I do wait for it, in every single of my breath."
Since I was a little kid until high school, I also wished for the same thing: to die young. In my cloudy mind, I always believed that I'd die at the age of 26, which is three years from now. Sounds careless, right? She asked me if I'm still wishing it, and to be honest, I don't know; maybe I don't care anymore.
She told me things that she has planned; that she will someday write a letter of her last will, that she will give everything she has to her closests: her book case for her father, cellphone for mother, bed for brother, Mandy [her dog] for her boyfriend, diary for her best friend, and so on; and her blog for me. She told me how she whises it would be a memorial blog after her death. She talked as if she's really going to die in months. This might seems frightening, or ridiculous, like it's not going to happen. The *yea rite* thing which is a big joke for most twentysomethings. Yet nobody knows. When I came to a glimpse thought that it probably will come right, I was shivered.
I'm amazed, how she has come to the virtue of her life. That she knows every single precious thing of her breath, then she's able to say: "okay, I'm going to die young" and put the most honest, heartfelt smile after saying it. While my statement about dying young seems to come out of depression.
She's so inspiring. At the same time, I suddenly realized that the universe is working for me through everyone. Someone unique has opened my eyes so I see the world. Another intelligent one taught me to be strong by letting me do a big and massive thing. A funny person cheers me up these past days and together we did a crazy escape hehe. Finally, another splendid person saved my life more than once.
There are a lot of people near you; but not all of them are around you. While you're still alive today, live your life like there's no tomorrow. It's how we should value everything, because we only live once.
Kartini's parents arranged her marriage to Raden Adipati Joyodiningrat, the Regency Chief of Rembang, who already had three wives. She was married on the 12 November 1903. This was against Kartini's wishes, but she acquiesced to appease her ailing father. Her husband understood Kartini's aims and allowed her to establish a school for women in the east porch of the Rembang Regency Office complex. Kartini's only son was born on September 13, 1904. A few days later on September 17, 1904, Kartini died at the age of 25. She was buried in Bulu Village, Rembang.
d"25 tahun 5 bulan. Gw ingin meninggal pada usia Ibu Kartini meninggal :)"
- mbak wanda