Beberapa bulan yang lalu gue dapet notifikasi dari wordpress, happy anniversary katanya. Ternyata tanpa gue duga blog ini sudah berusia lebih dari enam tahun! Wow!
Ini adalah pencapaian yang besar, mengingat gue ini orangnya bosenan dan kalo pun belom bosen, gampaang banget terdistract dengan kesukaan gue lainnya. Watercolour lah, violin lah, baking lah, hunting foto lah…
Terus selain blog gue ternyata sudah hidup selama enam tahun, gue juga mendapat berita yang cukup menggembirakan dan menyedihkan di saat yang bersamaan…
Jeng jeng jeeeng
Gue dalam waktu dekat akan resmi kembali ke tanah kelahiran gue, ibukota kita tercinta: Jakarta.
Wow, ini pun gue masih percaya engga percaya gue beneran bakal pindah ke Jakarta, which meant to be for quite a long time, at the very least…
Sementara sih begitu aja. Besok gue bakal pergi ke Bali and I need my beauty sleep…
All my life I thought I dislike my birthday. I feel that birthday celebrations are unnecessary, just simply too much, and all the cake and family photos traditions are meh. I need to add that it wasn’t until my university years that I started to appreciate how I look, and that taking pictures with myself in them isn’t going to ruin the whole photo. I used to think I was so ugly, either too thin or too fat, I don’t fit in, and I hate to have my pictures taken. So imagine on every birthday back in my childhood years, I had to use dresses I hate and had to face that photo taking I despised.
During my teenage years, I treated my birthday as like a day I should never remember, and trust me, it happened. I always forgot it was my birthday until all the messages and notifications flooded my phone. My family knew how I dislike being congratulated for my birthday, and my closest friends knew how I hate being older on that day. Long story short, I hated that date of November 11.
As mentioned, it was just around the end of my high-school years when I started to feel so much better about myself, and so about my birthday. I still forget my own birthday (it happened this year too!), I still dislike the whole ‘being the center of the attention because it’s your birthday for the frog’s sake’ thing, but I do feel better about it as years gone by. Like, oh, okay. I just add another number to my age. Age is just about number anyway. And people said, like a wine, the more it ages the tastier it becomes. Well, maybe in a way, I have what people call as Peterpan Syndrome, haha!
This year, though, my birthday felt a bitlittlelotsupermorespecial. And it’s all thanks to the visit of my cousin and her family from Canada! The last time I saw her was around in 2004, when she brought her fiancee (now husband!). This year she brought along their sons, and her mother in law, to visit and teach their sons more about Indonesian cultures and nature.
I was helping her planning her visit to Semarang and Yogyakarta last month, in early October I think, and she said most probably their visit would be on weekend around mid November, which I already knew back in October that the dates would be around my birthday. But as I said, I forgot that it was my birthday 😆
So they arrived on Thursday, the whole day I was planning their car and driver arrangement and got scolded for using my phone too much at work. And on Friday we would meet for the first time ever in like decades for a dinner. I was extra excited because it’d be my first time ever meeting my nephews. We promised to meet at the restaurant at 7 pm, my family would go there directly from home and me from my office.
Who would know it’d be raining(duh)in the evening that my cousin went there earlier, like 5.30-ish I think, and I had to do an overtime (gaaah!) because I needed to wait to report to one of my higher ups (she took day off on Monday so it has to be done on Friday). I already thought that ‘oh no, I would not make it there’, but luckily I was done by 7 pm, and they’re just starting to eat. And to top it, it was no longer raining outside when I went there. Sadly, the boys were already half asleep during the dinner. They slept through the rest of the dinner and we didn’t get to talk much. But it was understandable and we have the next two days to spend anyway, so it was alright.
The next morning, on my birthday, it was sunny and everything was just perfect. So at 8 AM we went to pick up my cousin at the hotel to go to Ambarawa. The exact moment inside the hotel lobby, the lift opened and they came out happily (and fully awake), and the first thing they said was, “We just know from facebook that it’s your birthday today, right? Happy birthday, Mia!” And I got hugs from my nephews as my first birthday presents.
We went to Gua Maria Kerep, which I’ve talked about in the blog back then… then spent the whole morning exploring.
he even has his hat ready!
There we managed to get a full member family picture, taken by a random visitor, who heard us talking all in English and got curious enough to asked where did we came from. He then offered to take a picture of us, which we’re really thankful for. But somehow, I’m not accusing him or anything, later on some other visitor who passed by us asked if we were that family from Canada… HA!
After going through the praying site, we went on to visit the garden. The thing is, the kids are really really curious about things like plants and animals, we stopped by a rambutan tree and they took a picture of it (yees, both of them are snapper just like their auntie~), then spend some minutes to discuss about the tree and the fruit. And it happened again on the next tree 😆
And the kids are reaaaally sneaky and they love to randomly take pictures of you.
and they run away when you tried to take pictures of them 🙂 so naughty!
The little brother got jealous of the big brother because he wanted his own camera too, so I lent him my camera, with the condition that the strap must be around his neck. But my camera, though was claimed as one of the smallest and lightest DSLR camera when it was out along with the 100D back in the days, was still too bulky and too heavy for him even held with two hands… And call me evil, but I found that really adorable!
all taken by the snugly baby… I think he might as well make a photobook one day, what do you think?
I also got my photos taken by him, in the most charming way I’ve ever been in. I know I might be biased, but who could resist when your baby nephew insisted on taking pictures of you??
they both are good at hide and seek… but peek-a-boo!
To think we closed the trip to Gua Maria Kerep by laying down on the spiky grass (you can see the boy isn’t liking it by his expression…), I cannot believe myself that I am 23 now. Ha!
Back on September 21st I went for a short trip to Magelang with church friends, it was a public holiday so we got to gather and have some we-times together 🙂
In total there were about 20ish people joining this short escape. We departed early, I think it was 5.30ish, then we stopped by at Kopeng to have breakfast, then continue the trip to Magelang. When we reached there it was around 10 already.
We were gathered at a small terrace, surrounded by bamboos and wooden furniture. They gave us some snacks like traditionally steamed peanuts (they used small furnace with charcoal!), sticky rice snacks, peanuts filled mochi which was my favourite, etc.
We then were ushered to the yard in front of the building to have some stretching and fun games before we finally start to hit the pedal. The MC during the session was pretty funny, he engaged all of us to take part in the game, and he just kind of connected our inner jokes into the games.
We biked around the Borobudur villages, a fact we only found out near the end of our trip. The small road we travelled was rocky and it was a bit slippery because of all the sands and dusts, but even with those lanky looking bikes we managed to arrived at our first stop, a home Batik industry.
At our first stop, we rested for about 10 minutes, where you could choose either to just rest, look around the souvenir shop, or make your own Batik. A friend of mine did one, I think it was for 20k or something… They will deliver your Batik at the end of the trip.
We then continued our journey and went to open-space-side of the village, we could see the mountains from the roadside. It was burning hot, the sun was shining, but nonetheless it was such a nice view.
After this, my camera died 😂 I forgot to cover my camera that it was exposed under the sun that it overheat and the battery just drained faster than I expected
By the way, on the rare chance I managed to do some vlogging, which was really awkward at first for some reasons:
I’m not used to vlog around people other than my family. While I do vlog publicly when I have family holiday, but those strangers don’t know me so it doesn’t matter. On the other side, these guys I’m gone with know me, so I do feel awkward.
My friends aren’t used to people vlogging around them so it was awkward for them, and awfully awkward for me because some of my friends are conscious of the big DSLR camera and they felt awkward about it 😂
So that said, please pardon the awkwardness (blimey, how many times have I typed that already??), corniness and cheesiness :p
And while making this post at my cubic in the office, I just realize that I missed travelling, I missed going around new places, I missed my adventurous self. And just how much I love making these videos I could re-watch again and again, reminiscing the memories. I shall do it more often~
There years ago out of sudden I got to be in contact with an acquaintance I met two years before through a presentation in my university. This guy I called si mas was the leader for the dancing segment of the presentation that day, he was 186 cm tall, skinny and lanky that I remembered him a lot months after the day we first met.
It was only two years later though when we got to talk personally through chatting application.
It was only another two years later though when we got to talk in person through online call.
And it was another year later when we finally met again in person.
And he came flying across the ocean, 3198 miles, spending something I bet more than 10 million Rupiah, only to meet me for mere 3 hours. Because a funny promise si mas flew his way, taking his precious days off, only for that three dang hours. And all of that was because I was suddenly asked to pick up mom.
So how do I not appreciate this level of loyalness he spares me, I do not even deserve that 😂
I think despite of every differences, despite of everything, I know I found myself a great friend.