Novita's posts with tag: verypurpleperson
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When we knew that the photo shoot would took place at Tottori, we started to do some research. My husband found out that there is a small city called Sakaiminato in Tottori prefecture; that is the birthplace of Shigeru Mizuki, the author of a famous Japanese horror manga titled GeGeGe no Kitaro. To honour him, Sakaiminato has a street dedicated to the ghosts and monsters that appear in his stories, with more than 100 bronze statues of the story’s characters line both sides of the about 800 meter street.
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About GeGeGe no Kitaro
GeGeGe no Kitaro is a manga series created in 1959. It is best known for its popularization of the folklore creatures known as yōkai, a class of spirit-monster to which all of the main characters belong. The main character is Kitaro, a yōkai boy born in a cemetery. He is missing his left eye, but his hair usually covers the empty socket. Kitaro's father is Medama-oyaji (or Eyeball Father) who took form as an eyeball with tiny hands and feet. He loves bathing in a small bowl.
*picture courtesy of Wikipedia
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Who would have thought that the photoshoot would took place somewhere so near to Sakaiminato? As a comic and manga fan, my husband saw this coincidence as a calling to visit that place. This is no coincidence at all! (errr...). He once drew a rabbit version of Medama Oyaji as a tribute to Shigeru Mizuki. A rabbit? Don't ask me.
So there we went. Although still in the same prefecture, Sakaiminato is about 2 hours trip from Tottori city. From Tottori station, we took a train to Yonago, the trip took almost 2 hours because the train stopped at every station. Then from Yonago, we took a special train from No.0 platform to Sakaiminato. The trip from Yonago to Sakaiminato took about 40 minutes. There are 16 stations between Yonago and Sakaiminato, and every station has a yokai name and illustration attached to it.
When we got out of Sakaiminato station, the Mizuki Shigeru road was right in front of us, with bronze statues lining up both sides. Those bronze statues were absolutely beautiful. Every statue had trheir own character, some were cute, some were scary and even absurd. There were no high buildings along the street, we could see mountains far away.
When we got back to the Sakaiminato station, we got lucky because there was Kitaro train already waiting. It was a special train with illustrations from the manga painted on and inside it.
From Tottori station, we took a bus back to Tokyo, spending the whole night trying to sleep in awkward position. By 7 in the morning, we were back in Tokyo. Home.
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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."
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.
| Love it. | Jul 4, '07 12:30 PM
for everyone |
So far away,
doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?
It would be so fine to see your face at my door,
doesn't help to know that you're just time away
(So Far Away - Carole King)
How come you miss something
that you don't even have yet
How come you're afraid to lose something
that you don't even have yet
Something that maybe.
Something that might be.
Something that could be.
Something that should be.
How come.
I usually love them.
But this time, they stay a little bit too long in my stomach.
thoughts are bubbling
in the back of my head
I've tried to turn them
into words
but they
refused
they turned into this feeling
instead
one nagging feeling
nagging nagging nagging
nagging nagging nagging
nagging me all day
one nagging feeling
that
I wish will never go away.
There are things that you cannot erase
like bad memories you'd rather forget
or silly things that you've done in the past
and fears of unfulfilled hope.
And there are things that you cannot erase
like this smile on my face.
I don't. I'm just sick of both.
 Just
seeing those letters has made my heart beat faster and my breath
stopped for a while. I wonder why. The time is not right yet. I don't
even know when the time is right. I don't even know if there will be
any right time. No, I'm not whining yet. If there's any reason why it
should be happening now, I want the reason is to make me happy. For
now, just seeing those letters is enough. So I'll have my heart leaping
once in a while. Then I'll send scribbles to space. And let it drift
away like message in a bottle.
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