Puty's Journal

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Ooo… Karangsambung…
O o o… Karangsambung…

Bangun pagi-pagi mandi pun harus antri
WC mampet banyak cabe mengambang
Palu dan kompas ayo segera disiapkan
Berangkat ke lapangan

Ooo… Karangsambung…
O o o… Karangsambung…

Dari Bukit Brujul sampai ke Penosogan
Siang hari degan selalu jadi santapan
Sore hari Mbak War selalu siap sedia
Menyegarkan kita dengan susunya

Ooo… Karangsambung…
O o o… Karangsambung…

Begitu setiap hari, keakraban tercipta
Tanpa terasa sebulan lamanya
Banyak arti yang kini tersimpan di dalam hati

Ooo… Karangsambung…
O o o… Karangsambung…

(Musik Santai GEA – Karangsambung)

My summer holiday: friends and Earth :)

Ég er ugla, sumar ugla
Ég er ugla, sumar ugla
Ég er ugla, sumar ugla
Ég er ugla, sumar ugla

Most of the time I draw myself as a bunny, but perhaps I’m an owl at heart. Such a tragedy because an owl eats a bunny and I start to feel like eating myself inside out. I put Rugla on repeat mode and think very patiently as if I had all time I’d need. I left my suitcase a half opened, and my books bookmarked. My ego makes me an owl at night. An owl; a summer owl, because I like the rain. And, if I die, I want to die with the fireflies.

I’m an owl
su-summer owl

This semester is ending soon. Monday will be my last day of final exams, and on Tuesday we will visit a dam. From the 8th of June we would spend a month in Karangsambung and act like a true geologist. As the rest of long holiday flies, a new semester comes. My 7th.

Tonight I walked in the campus; from the north gate, to the south. The low light touched a part of my heart; where memories are kept in unalphabetical order. It’s been almost 3 years of falling in love with the configuration of a life phase: myself, my friends, and everything in between.

I remember the first day I came here to start a new life. I remember the first day I met my boyfriend. The first day of Salam Ganesha; a little thunder I am somehow proud of. The first day of Calculus. The first day I broke my heart and learned that a couple shouldn’t come from different religion. The first day of getting a crush on an unpublished writer and becoming a goddamn stalker. The first day I misjudged the girls which later became my very best friends. The first day I turned yellow and raised my fist to the blue sky.

The low light and the empty path reminded me when it was full and bright. I could picture us there, then I felt like everyone is leaving, and younger strangers are coming. Another semester is coming.

And the first day I countdown to the day of seeing the aurora would be the first day of missing a life phase. That I think I do already.

One of the pop-up cards I made for Ais.

I learned the concept of making pop-up paper craft a few years ago; the simplest one. It was my best friend, Noumi, who made the card (full of Iker Casillas’ pictures cut from newspaper and magazine) for me after reading the tutorial on Gogirl! magazine. Later, I started making pop-up cards for everyone (one of them is Ramda) :D

I wouldn’t write any tutorial in here. My tips is to check here for the basic mechanism, and here for the more advance tutorial, and if you may go googling and end up with hundreds amazing forms of this kind of paper work.

I may only guess what makes pop-up card so special.

It is: the surprise. Because when we receive a folded card, we would expect writing or picture or well, maybe lips mark (duh); something 2 dimensional. Then, ‘tadaaa!’, pop-up card delivers it in 3 dimensions. So, can you see the point? It is about being something more than what is expected.

What else? Simply, it is handmade.

Anyhow, I’ve spilled one of my analog best trick. Why don’t you try? And stop doing the birthday greeting for your important people via Facebook ;)

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“It’s a juried show. We look at the crafts and make sure they are handmade. We try to be careful about the balance so we have a mix of everything.”

- Deanna Anderson