 Today is Sidra's first day in his new kindergarten. The backpack, little bag for inside shoes, coat, and hat are provided by the school. We've bought him canvas inside shoes from a shoe store nearby and some colourful eating utensils from Ikea. Every single things, down to his toothbrush, has to be labelled with his name and class. So I learnt how to write his name and class in Japanese.
To my surprise, he didn't shed a single tear when I left him in school this morning. Just a little clutch on my sleeves, a bit of sweet talk from the teacher (in Japanese, which neither of us could understand anyway), and off he went to play with other kids. I thought I almost burst out with pride.
I walked home by myself, and suddenly realized that it was the first time I walked alone in Japan.
 Sidra and his monsters
Sidra: Mama, Sidra pengen naik bajaj biru dan taksi oranyeee....
Mama: Yaah kan susah nyarinya....
Sidra: Tapi Sidra pengen naik bajaj biru dan taksi oranye, Mamaaa....
Mama: Bajaj biru boleh deh kalo kita ketemu, tapi taksi oranye jangan deh.
Sidra: Mamaaaaa, Sidra kan pengen naik bajaj biru dan taksi oranyeee....
Mama: Iya, tapi kan Mama udah bilang kalo bajaj biru boleh, tapi ngga boleh taksi oranye! Lagipula susah kan nyarinya! *mulai emosi*
Sidra: Maaa, tapi Sidra pengen naik bajaj biru dan taksi oranyeee....
(setelah 29 kali)
Mama: Sidra, gimana kalo kita naik bajaj oranye dan taksi biru aja?
Sidra: Hmmm... hmmm... *mikir-mikir*
Mama: Naah... gimanaaa? Bajaj oranye, taksi biru, oke kan? Ya? Ya?
Sidra: Yaaaa.... boleh deh!
Mama: Sip!
(ketenangan 6 menit dan Mama merasa bangga pada diri sendiri)
Sidra: Eh! Eh! Ngga mau ah bajaj oranye dan taksi biru! Sidra maunya bajaj biru dan taksi oranye aja! Boleh ngga, Ma?
Mama: *zzzzzzzzzz*
Sidra: Mama, Sidra pengen naik bajaj biru dan taksi oranyeee....
Mama: Yaah kan susah nyarinya.... *diulang*
dst.
sometimes birds do appear
when I close my eyes
I can feel their wings fluttered around me
and their soft feathers on my cheeks
sometimes stars do fall down from the sky
when I close my eyes
I can see them swirling around me
they were pink and blue and yellow and beautiful
sometimes some angels do get together
and then maybe,
sometimes dreams do come true
//June 5, 2007//
*with highest appreciation for The Carpenters
Selagi berjalan-jalan di PIM2, tempat yang dikunjungi hampir setiap hari, tiba-tiba saya menemukan sebuah toko kecil yang menyediakan jasa foto aura. Setelah melewatinya dua kali, maka saya pun memutuskan untuk mencoba karena penasaran.Seorang bapak-bapak yang ramah menyambut kami, beserta segerombolan SPG yang agak terlalu banyak untuk toko sekecil itu. Tokonya sendiri sebenarnya menjual aneka macam kristal.  Sidra menjadi kelinci percobaan pertama. Ia dipersilakan duduk di depan kamera yang bentuknya mirip-mirip kamera pas foto jaman dulu. Ada dua kotak kayu kecil, masing-masing di sebelah kiri dan kanan Sidra. Di kedua kotak kayu itu ada bilah-bilah logam tipis berbentuk serupa telapak tangan. Sidra diminta meletakkan telapak tangannya pada bilah-bilah logam itu.
Dengan tegang, Sidra duduk diam selama beberapa saat selama auranya difoto. Mukanya nampak menahan ketawa, rupanya ia mengira harus menahan ketawa seperti saat membuat pasfoto. Lalu si bapak menarik hasil jepretan aura yang berupa foto polaroid.Hasil foto aura Sidra ternyata didominasi warna orange yang sangat kuat. Biasanya anak-anak kecil memiliki aura berwarna merah. Menurut si bapak, ini berarti Sidra anak yang aktif, kreatif, dan sangat periang. Karena itu ia agak heran mengapa Sidra pendiam, padahal sih karena Sidra masih malu dan tegang saja, apalagi dengan adanya segerombolan mbak-mbak SPG yang melihatinya sambil cekikikan. Menurut si bapak, hasil foto aura Sidra masih bisa berubah-ubah karena dia masih balita.
Orange: creativity, the emotions, confidence, ability to relate to others in an open and friendly manner, sociability, intuition or gut feeling. The ability to reach out and extend one's self towards others. Many talented sales people, entrepreneurs, and people who deal with the public have orange auras.
 Setelah itu, saya mencoba juga foto aura. Hasilnya seperti ini, didominasi warna biru tua dengan sedikit violet, putih, dan hijau. Waktu melihatnya, si bapak nampak terkesan. Menurutnya, kombinasi seperti ini jarang ditemui. Lalu terjadilah pembicaraan seperti ini:Si Bapak (SB): Ibu punya feeling yang kuat ya?Saya (S): Errr... iya sih kayaknya...SB: Ibu bisa melihat sesuatu? (maksudnya makhluk halus)S: Yahh... dulu sih waktu masih kecil.SB: Ibu suka meditasi?S: Errr... ngga sih. Ngga suka banyak orang aja kali.Selain hal-hal di atas, si bapak juga menyatakan saya sebagai pecinta damai, penyendiri, sensitif, tidak boros (err...), punya sifat spiritual kuat, serta lebih suka memusatkan diri pada Sang Pencipta (???).
Blue: Depth of feeling, devotion, loyalty, trust, desire to communicate. Puts great importance on personal relationships. Empathic. May be a dreamer or have artistic ability. Possibly tend to put the needs of others before their own and may ave the ability to meditate, and live in the moment. Blue may be emotionally sensitive, intuitive, inwardly focused, may enjoy solitude, non-competitive activities, be receptive and desire unity, peace, love and affection in relationships with others. They need a calm and tranquil environment. You'll find many blue artists, poets, writers, musicians, philosophers, serious students, spiritual seekers, and people looking for truth, justice and beauty in everything.
Lalu ia juga menyarankan terapi khusus agar Sidra makin kuat aura periangnya, yaitu terapi kodok. Saya disarankan untuk membeli kodok hidup di pasar, lalu minta kodok itu dikuliti (dibunuh dulu lah yaw) tapi tangan dan kakinya tidak dipotong. Nanti waktu saya memasak nasi untuk Sidra, si kodok harap dicemplungkan ke dalam rice cooker agar sarinya terserap ke dalam nasi. Nasi sari kodok ini silakan dimakan dengan lauk apa saja, dan kodoknya sendiri tidak perlu dimakan.Sebagai seorang yang cinta damai, maka dengan manis saya pun berkata, "Oh terima kasih sarannya pak, nanti dicoba deh."Setelah membayar, saya dan Sidra pun berlalu dari toko itu. Entah kenapa, hati saya terasa gembira. Saya rasa si bapak yang ramah tadi auranya pasti hijau, karena membuat hati saya tenang dan damai, tanpa terlalu peduli benar tidaknya hasil interpretasi aura kami.
PS:
Lihat di sini untuk interpretasi warna aura.
 "Home is where your heart is."
photo taken by MP
A certain thing can't be over until the guy in the funny suit says it is.
This thing is called 'system'.
 | today. | Aug 30, '07 6:37 AM
for everyone |
| 10:10 | Aug 29, '07 12:53 PM
for everyone |
I've just made a wish, and your name was in it.
 Every five seconds or so, they were laughing unnecessarily over nothing. One was standing in the middle, telling jokes of the day, that the others somehow found funny. It wouldn't be that bad if they didn't talk in voices that somewhat too loud they crept into my headphones-covered ears. It wouldn't be so bad if those voices weren's so high-pitched that made me want to howl in desperation.
I tried to ignore them, sitting in the corner, headphones over ears, an orange covered book over face. But their voices were so randomly paced, sometimes there were silence and I thought it was over, and then suddenly one of them said something loudly oh so loudly and followed by these roars of laughter that made me jump. Really I don't mind them talking or even laughing over those silly jokes, after all we might have different sense of whatever, but must they do it so loudly? Jumping around from one to another, slapping every one's shoulder? Can we just sitting around, chatting over domestic matters, in civilized manners?
After thirty minutes or so, my torture was finally over when one wanted to go to look for some pans or stuffs and the others, thankfully, decided to tag along.
So finally I had my peace in that chicken-wired space, sitting on red wooden long bench. Or was it yellow? I've forgotten.
Then a bunch of people came in. They were dressed in various colourful small T-shirt and embroidered jeans. Why do some people want to wear a pair of jeans with writings like 'nice girls' or 'happy days' embroidered on their butts? I really have no idea, at all. But I thought I shouldn't complain on their choices of wardrobe. Though the sights of green Tweety or yellow Doraemon really got into my nerves.
But then they started to, oh no, laugh over silly jokes. Their laughters were not so loud as the previous group, but in higher pitch, followed by endless giggling. And followed by endless giggling. And followed by endless giggling. And followed by endless giggling. I wonder why. Really.
One of them sat too close to me. In fact, she sat on my bag. There were these colourful long benches where I sat on one end, and she decided to sit on my bag. She were even playing with my bag as she talked to the others. Oh my whatever, what's going on here? Okay, so I yanked the bag closer to me, and set the volume higher. I'm sure I'm going deaf in two months.
I desperately realized that there's nothing I can do about it. I should just wait and wait until my boy is big enough to be left in school without having to see that his mother is still there every twenty minutes.*the picture is a reenactment
| noise | Aug 14, '07 12:15 AM
for everyone |
i hear words but i can't believe in them anymore.
they're just as useless as any other sounds.
too many words, too many sounds.
just shut up and leave me alone.
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