mom n dad's b'day..

hari ini mom n dad ulang taun, bukan anniversary tapi birthday.. emang dasar mereka jodoh banget, sampe tanggal dan bulan lahir aja sama gitu.. dad lahir 26 juni 1949 while mom lahir 26 juni 1953.. umurnya jadi selisih empat taun aja..

dari kapan hari gw maen ke indeks MAG dah liat2 calon kado, jadi buat mom cm bliin crystal tray dari bohemia, yg kecil aja soale klo gede mahal bo, gaji wartawan gk mampu bli barang2 mewah.. hehe buat dad gw bliin sepatu di matahari.. kapan hari gw ma dia ke matahari liat2 sepatu, ternyata di yongki komaladi ada promo, buy one get one free.. dia naksir satu sepatu santai warna item dan satu sendal tapi bingung antara warna tan ato coklat, jd blm lgsg beli dan berharap masi ada stok barang.. kmrn gw iseng tanya udah nentuin warna sendalnya apa blm, dan akhirnya qta ke matahari lagi dan gw bliin deh.. lumayan ya, buy one get one free..

tumben2an kali ini gk ada kebaktian pengucapan syukur, mungkin krn dah deket acara perkawinan gw (next week) jadi cuma ada doa bersama plus acara potong kue ulang taun.. liat deh, dad msi romantis aja ya, dia ini emg gk sungkan2 sayang2an ma nyokap hehe

untuk acara potong kue, yg sediain cakenya KC ama sasq, tapi si dudulz blinya ice cream cake.. udah tau kulkas di rumah itu freezernya gk gede2 banget, dia bli ice cream cakenya yg gede terpaksa si cake ditaro di kulkas biasa.. alhasil tadi pagi gw liat si cake udah meleyot kesamping.. jadi acara doa dan potong kuenya kudu cepet2 dilaksanain pagi tadi.. kebayang dunk, jam 08.00 makan ice cream cake.. gw jd telat liputan krn abis makan ice cream ngerasa rada mules..

well, ayah bundaku, selamat ulang tahun.. putrinda hanya bisa mendoakan semoga Tuhan selalu memberikan berkat bagi papi mami berupa kasih sayang, kebijaksanaan, kesehatan dan kesejahteraan sampai selamanya.. moga2 tambah umur untuk papi mami juga berarti tambah sabar ngadepin anak2nya yg masi bandel dan kadang susah dinasehatin..

jadi foto model..

hari ini gw ama abenk jadi foto model.. haha boongan dink, tapi kami emg ada kegiatan foto2 untuk dokumentasi prewedding.. dan berhubung gw suka ama patung2 di museum taman prasasti (bekas kuburan belanda di Jl tanah abang I, dkt bgt dengan Kantor Walikota Jakarta Pusat) jadilah kita foto2 disana.. untungnya abenk suka juga jd gk pake argue hehe.. sebenernya ada rencana ke museum fatahillah, tapi krn gw ma abenk udah cape dan cukup puas ama lokasi taman prasasti jadi males aja mau pindah lokasi..

pic yg aku submit disini cuma dikit, termasuk beberapa shot favorit gw.. yang bagus tuh yang ada patung YESUS, yang kedua ada ANGEL (patungnya cantik banget) dan di pic ketiga itu ada pilarnya.. pas mood kan tinggal kejar2an sambil nyanyi di antara pilar hehe sekali2 jadi india boleh dunks.. ACA ACA ACAAAAEEE

tapi bener deh, pemotretan yang cuma sejam lebih itu rasanya cape bgt walopun menyenangkan krn ketemu abenk (doi baru dateng dari sorowako lgsg gw geret foto2 haha).. jadi sebelumnya qta jemput bang jeff di biro foto langsung ke museum. pas dateng udah ada semacam banner tentang fasilitas dan biaya penggunaan museum taman prasasti itu.. tadinya ada tulisan biaya untuk prewedding Rp350 rb, tapi berhubung gw kenal ama kepala museum jadi bisa dikorting dan gw cm bayar Rp100 rb aja.. itung2 biaya nitip barang dan make ruangan berAC untuk dandan dan ganti baju..

kebetulan suasana museum taman prasasti itu sepi (dasar orang jakarta pasti maunya ke mall instead of ke situs sejarah), jadi proses foto2nya gampang dan gk bnyk distorsi gambar.. kita keliling nyoba foto di berbagai lokasi yang ada barang2 menarik, mulai dari bangunan betawi samping pintu masuk, kereta KAPITAN JAS, depan makam Olivia Mariamne Raffles, (istri Gubernur Jenderal Hindia Belanda Thomas Stamford Raffles), patung angel, harpa, pastur, nisan2 orang yg gw gk kenal, tapi yang pasti sih yg ada JESUSnya yg jadi favorit gw..

sekelumit tentang museum taman prasasti

gw pernah liputan ke tempat ini beberapa kali, yang pertama waktu survey museum/kuburan (topik favorit gw) jaman gw msi dimentoring ama abah chaidar.. kedua waktu ada pertunjukan teater arak2an prosesi penguburan bangsawan belanda, pake dilarung di kali abdul muis baru dinaikin ke kereta kuda segala loo.. berikut2nya ya maen aja, ngajakin nyokap liat2 patung dan nisan belanda..

Museum Taman Prasasti, menurut penjaganya, dulu dikenal dengan nama Kebon Jahe Kober dan disebut sebagai makam modern tertua di Jakarta taon 1795. nah, tahun 1977, lahan itu dijadiin taman berisi prasasti ato nisan, sedangkan tulang belulang isi kuburan itu -katanya- udah dipindahin.. beberapa prasasti yang ada di taman itu antara laen Miss Riboet (tokoh sandiwara), Soe Hok Gie (tokoh mahasiswa), yang mayoritas sih ya nama2 belanda antara laen Dr. WF Stutterheim (ahli arkeologi), Dr. HF Roll (pendiri Stovia/cikal bakal FK-UI), JHR Kohler (tokoh Perang Aceh), Pieter Eberveld (orang belanda yg dihukum ala logo Levi's, yaitu badannya ditarik ama dua kuda ke arah yang berlawanan ampe kebelah hiiiiy).

sayangnya, kondisi taman prasasti itu gk terurus. tamannya kering, ada yg berumput ada yg gundul (jadi becek klo pas ujan), daun2 berguguran gk disapu, sampah bekas makanan ato minuman juga banyak, dan yg paling menyebalkan adalah adanya grafiti asal2an.. cuma bikin sakit mata yg ngeliatnya aja.. coba ya taman itu dikasi rumput jepang, nisannya dicuci/dibersihin dari grafiti pokonya lokasi itu dirawat yg bagus, pasti deh banyak yg mau dateng, klo gk belajar sejarah minimal liat2 prasasti.. klo sekarang kan males aja, udah bekas kuburan, kumuh, klo dah gitu mau nikmatin apanya coba? eh iya, gw lupa bilang ada rusa tutul disitu.. jinak dan gk takut ama pengunjung.. lupa nanya kenapa gk gabung di monas aja ya, kan emang lahan untuk si rusa tutul (axis axis) yang disediain pemda DKI Jakarta ya di monas itu..

mudah2an pejabat kepala museum yang berikut2nya lebih peduli dalam ngerawat museum taman prasasti.. dari internet aja bisa kita bandingin bahwa Kuburan Kebon Jahe itu lebih tua daripada Fort Canning Park (Singapura, 1926), Gore Hill Cemetery (Sydney, 1868), La Chaise Cemetery (Paris, 1803), Mount Auburn Cemetery (Cambridge, Massachusetts, 1831, yang diklaim sebagai taman makam modern pertama di dunia), dan Arlington National Cemetery (Washington D.C., 1864)..

..till death do us part

blue

suddenly i had this urge to commit suicide, again.. i dont know why but i've always feel like this when i get upset.. last time i felt this way was a long time ago, merely about 2,5 yrs ago when i was unemployed, boyfriendless and completely useless for my parents, my community as well as for the country.
last fridaynite, about 20.30 or more, i've just entered the house and as usual i went to master bedroom to greet my parents but what did i get? a nasty comment that felt like a sharp slap on my face. they accusing me for wandering around and abandoned their calls to my cellphone. i answered them that i got on fridaynite traffic and i did called them back soon as i saw their missed calls. it was just a 6 minutes after their last call, for chrissake.. but they didnt answer my calls to their room number, as well as my brother when i called his cell to ask why did they call me.. then i had to hear their on and on and on complaining about me that a girl should be home at 8 oclock.
hare gene cewe dijakarta msh diwajibin pulang jam 8 malem? banten bgt..
so, i stormed out the room and lock my self in mine until saturday afternoon.. i was hungry and had 2 small mangoes for my brunch.. i even shared it with sasq and odan, actually i was only being polite.. then i went to my room again and blind my eyes with book.. i dozed off and wake up at 1830 and started to feel terribly hungry.. so i went downstairs and fixed my self a bowl of instant beehun with soto flavour topped with egg.. it was delicious and comforting my tummy.. i was eyeing my parents since i cannot avoid them in the house but i managed to completely unaware about them..
and then, my fiance called my cell, i thought he was going to comfort me but our chit chat turn sour and later on we hung up on each other.. damn!! i am unworthy person whose cruelly wasting other's time with me.. i mean, my parents hate me, my boyfriend hate me and so the world.. and it struck me suddenly, i don't belong in this world..
and this time, in this strange hour (it's 4.30 am) im lying on my bed, tired of heavy book reading, this afternoon i started and try to finish haruki murakami's norwegian wood.. im surprised that the book mentions lots of death, so far i read, there are 3 suicides dan 2 death of sickness.. i dig on the 3 suicides, kizuki died on poisoning himself wih CO from his car, naoko's sister died with hanging herself to death, and hatsumi died after cut her wrists..
i fancy hatsumi's way, and i thought that would be adaptable for me since my car is far from my room, and my room don't have any 'palang' to tie a rope to hang myself.. but again i need a razor to cut my wrist and now i have no idea where did i keep my latest paper cutter? i even arranged the waste bucket next to my bed so the blood drippings wont go anywhere on the floor.. i imagine that on usual sunday my parents usually banged on my door to wake me up to go to church with them.. but on this very special day, i assumed they wont be bother to do so.. when on the other hand i might be death already, right? and then i didnt come to work on monday morning, didnt even show up to eat or drink all day long and they sent my litlle bro odan to check me out from the window and
he called and called my name and knocking on the glass window, but i lay still.. panic he tried to call my cell and since i wasnt able to answered it, he went down empty handed.. later on they went to my room and trying to break in and failed.. then they tried the last try from the window and starring in horror as i lay peacefully in my green cottoned bed and red polcadot blanket with my right wrist above the wastebucket full of blood..
i think that would be a great scenery, what do u think? i'm gonna meet my grandma (it's almost a year after she died) and i'll have the same dead date on different month.. mine in november and hers in december.. i remember how nana always comfort me and make me feel like the most precious thing in the world.. she never nagged on me, she was full of wisdom and she had this special way to share it with me.. oh nana, i can't wait to join u, i can't stand living here anymore..

but then i realise, if i die today, i'll look like a loser which can't stand for her ex boyf wedding.. have i told u this saturday is his wedding? haha i dont think i wanna hear people says 'oooh, poor glenda couldnt bear that her ex getting married..' i didnt even attend his wedding (i want to but okto didnt interest so we didnt go) so its almost believable if people think that i died of brokenhearted.. haha not a chance, everyone..

so i better skip today and think another day that would be more convenient to be my death day..
i know that i sound selfish, prone to put my interest and ego above all.. but hey, since i'm a solitary soul, it seems that nobody will miss me or think about me if i died..
i've just realise that i dont have anyone to back me up, not a single soul..
am i that
hard to live with?