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27 Sep

Connecting the Separated

at September 27th, 2013 by | permalinkpermalink | category Posted in Bohemian Rhapsody

Pheeee…ewww!!! What a dusty blog you are :)

It’s been a while since I “separated” myself from blogging world and in fact from travelling world. There’s a reason though… only it’s a reason that is personal and cannot be disclosed, except a vague explanation that things happenned :)

As I’m trying to re-connect myself from my inspirations and friends in the blogging world, my bestfriend happens to host a Turnamen Foto Perjalanan with her chosen theme: bridge. An excellent choice of theme that intrigued me to participate immediately.

What would Venetians do if there’s no bridge? And I wonder how did I manage to capture the Gondola Man in such a close up.

Bridge has been an object of my many infatuations. It’s a connection that is humble in creating closeness with those close to our surroundings. If with airplanes, ships, trains and boats people needs to have initial capital to get on it, with bridge everyone just need a strong will to be on it and cross over to (what could be) a different world. I learned it first time from children story books describing beautiful yet exclusive palaces and fortresses that can only be entered using a simple mechanical bridge that would be made available by the discretion of the princes, princesses and heroes. Dreamy.

Crossing one of the many bridges in Florence

Bridge is one of my favorite objects to document especially when I traveled.  Whether it’s a battered one making squeaky noise like the one I had to cross in Kupang or the wide and solid ones like those in Europe. Bridge is definitely an attraction to me.

Railway/bridge on the way to Ciwidey.

A hanging bridge over Citarik river in Sukabumi

The only way to see Oenesu waterfall, located out of Kupang.

 

With many pictures of bridges in my collection, I pick the one below to participate in backpackology photo tournament. Although it doesn’t show the bridge in entirety but it’s taken from a bridge in Venice. Looking at it makes me feel that being on a bridge, it presents me with at least two sides, options, views and like what I always wish for in life.. it allows me to make choices. Should we go right or left?

Glimpse of Venice from one of hundreds of bridges

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3 Jun

1 Down, 7 to Go

at June 3rd, 2013 by | permalinkpermalink | category Posted in Home Affairs, parenthood

Raissa performed in her preschool end-of-year celebration. In a letter a month before the event, her teachers gave parents instruction on their child’s costume. Each class had different costume based on the dance the class going to perform. Raissa’s class performed Jali-Jali and for that she had to come to school on the performance day wearing white kebaya and legging.

Rummaging white kebaya for her turned me into a momzilla. I was slacking looking for the kebaya, thinking that there would be an abundance of cute children kebaya. A little over 1 week before the D-day, I started to look around and found almost none that fits my taste. Either the kebaya too glam because beaded like a disco light, or too plain (and overpriced) that it just didn’t look cute. I went to four shopping centres to find the perfect kebaya for her and when I finally found one, I went crazy buying other accessories: brooches, headband, and ring to make sure she will stand out from her crowds. Momzilla was on the loose!

Raissa enjoyed getting made up though. I think she felt so special and the best part, it just got her more excited to perform. And she did perform well. Dancing and smilingly waved at us from the stage. When the dance was over and students from her class were called back, she even jumped up and down on the stage ecstaticly. Sharing her pride and happiness, she made us all giddy by watching her.

At the end of the event, the students received a diploma, including Raissa. A simple diploma but enough to shoot momma up dancing with the stars. One diploma down, 7 to go.. if you choose so. One joyful step at a time, always, my compass star.

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