windows of lawang sewu

The name Lawang sewu means Thousand Doors, but among the local Javanese the name conotates an eerie haunted house with a tragic history. This Dutch colonial building was built in 1863 by C. Citroen. It was the branch office for the Dutch Indonesian train company but when the Japanese invaded in 1942, they used it as a gruesome interrogation headquarter where they jailed and killed a lot of Indonesians. Long standing reports of multiple ghost sightings in this building has turned it into a local destination for young students & tourists who would make their visit on weekend nights to experience this legendary haunted house -taken from www.tripadvisor.com

i've tried to capture lawang sewu building several times, but to be honest, i found it's very difficult to get a good perspective and composition and so on. all the pictures just come in plain. have to try harder. next time, wish me luck..

how old are you?

polisi indonesia, what are u doing sih?

random people in a random way

playing with my holga

miss my own bike

i love all these stainy dirty dusty bikes...looks like their owner use it everyday. to be a bike, it's normal to be dirty, right?

walkin' round...

...at the old city, semarang, central java

when i was young and no need to worry about feeding myself..haha..

found these old beautiful craps, a bunch of pics from my toy camera. urrrgghhh..i miss you...

ganjuran #2 hindu-java style

found this link while i was searching 'bout hindu-java style,http://fotokita.net/esaifoto/view?story=20100427214336_6748389#fkphotos/20100427214336_7591459_n.jpg. someone has posted some photos from this church also, please check to find out its architecture and another sculptures.

from my longlonglong holiday

i'd moved from baubau, sulawesi about 2 months ago, had a very nice holiday in jogjakarta, and now i stay in semarang, central java for the next 3 months.
sorry for not struggle enough to keep on posting during my transition. but as you see, i've come back already...


the churchwindow at ganjuran, jogjakarta

fishball on the evening market

...reminds me when i was in elementary school about 20 years ago (oh gosh..time flies so fast). outside the school gate, there were many sellers...ice-cream, fish-ball,cookies,toys...and just like every other child, i wanted to buy them all

hey little boy, you look so wonderful to me

oh your beautiful eyes...

Bagaimana harus kuucapkan pengakuan ini:
Aku jatuh cinta berulangkali pada matamu,
danau dalam hutan di negeri ajaib
yang jauh menyelusup dalam ingatan itu.
Berabad-abad yang lalu,
kuucapkan selamat tinggal pada apa pun
yang berbau dongeng, atau masa silam.
Tetapi cinta, bukan sebotol coca cola.
Atau film Disney; di sana tokoh apa pun tak pernah mati.
Juga bukan Rumi yang menari.
Sebab pada matamu bertemu semua musim, sejarah,
dan sesuatu yang mengingatkan aku
pada suatu hari ketika waktu berhenti,
dan kusapa engkau mesra sekali.
Kini, bahkan wajahmu samar kuingat kembali.

Haruskah kuucapkan pengakuan ini:
Aku jatuh cinta berulangkali pada matamu,
danau dalam hutan di negeri ajaib
yang jauh menyelusup dalam ingatan itu.
Tetapi cinta, bukan sekotak popok kertas.
Atau sayap sembilan puluh sembilan burung Attar yang terbakar.
Cinta, barangkali,
kegagapanku mengecup sepasang alismu

-1994, kenang-kenangan, cecep syamsul hari-

like a prison for the daughter and party for the others

Oh boy...i hate when i have to write a lot. Writing in english is killing me :(
Anyway,
in here, it's called "pingitan", usually held when their daughters are around 9 until 14 years old, a ceremony to symbolize the beginning of the mature-hood. The daughter has to stay in a room, almost naked. She's not allowed to come out for 7 days, even to the bathroom and toilet so every single thing she wants to do, she has to do inside the room. The food will be brought through the door and no body can't see her, even her parents.
In the night before the daughter go into the room, the village elders, the family and also the neighbors are invited to their house. The music is played while the families are dancing, start from the oldest member followed by the younger in "men first then women afterward" order. There's the choir also, to me the song just sounds like a long "eeeeeeeeeeeee" in high and low tones. In these days, only the elders know the meaning.













This is the choir. Unlike the dance that is only held on the first night, the music players and the choir have to keep on playing from dark till dawn during the 7 days.
Hard to imagine, no? :(

thousands lines of thread

traditional way to weave the sarong.
isn't it beautiful? and it's very neat.but sad to say, it's bad for the backbone

sorry to all

i'm sorry i had never recognized the comment column on edit posts. i thought it'd be automatically seen on the blog.
so tonight is the first time i see all of your comments and i'm so happy.
forgive my foolness that makes me never reply your humble comments...

i love you all,

xoxo

baby crab in the bottle

festival pulau makasar..watch the dragons

and we've got the winner...hurraaaaayy....