Month: October 2009

Happy Blogger Day! :)

Happy (belated) Blogger Day! :) It should be yesterday but I didn’t know what I should have posted to celebrate it. It’s unlike a birthday when you can make wishes, or have sparkling cakes. It’s unlike a wedding day when you can tell about how much you are nervous and happy and in love. It’s unlike Kartini day that everybody should wear particular costume, in this case, for example, wearing modem as statement necklace. It’s Blogger Day because the minister of communication and information declared so, in the first Pesta Blogger this date two years ago. I didn’t attend the previous twos (2007 & 2008), so I decided to come this year. Pesta Blogger 2009. And it felt like a reunion. Reunion with good old friends. ‘Old friends’ because we talked about ‘those good old days’. It is called ‘those good old days’, not because our days are not good anymore. It has just changed a lot. After 7 years, some of us stay, and some quit. A few have gone famous and succesful. Many …


Treasure & Confession

Treasure Look what I found lying in 50% OFF section at Aksara Plaza Indonesia: Saint Exupery: Art, Writings, and Musings by Nathalie des Vallieres — Confession I love books and I love being surrounded by them. I love being in libraries, being in bookstores. My father does too. He loves books. We love and collect them the way lepidopterists collect butterflies and moths. We spend a lot to love and collect them; money, time, space. I love books and I love buying them, bringing them home, and being close with them. They cheer me up. They keep me safe. Safe from loneliness, safe from having nothing to do, which I’m so afraid about. And I’m safe. I always have something to do each day, and then I start to have many things to do each day. Writing, photography, meeting people, learning about the mother Earth. Then I start to have too many things to do that I can’t really keep my books safe in return. I can’t keep them safe from loneliness, I can’t keep …


After a year, everything seems still to be misplaced. Like a carton of white milk outside the refrigerator, a Vogue subscription form lying wet on the bathroom, a camera inside the wardrobe, books under the table, dolls upside down, keyboard near the empty wrapper of instant cappuccino. Broken sofa on the crowded street. Your messages, […]