Tuesday, 1 May 2012

Baju Princess untuk 'Princess'-ku






 Tidak ingat kapan persisnya, saya hanya ingat waktu itu, di sekolah, entah SD atau SMP. Suatu hari, teman sebangku saya membawa sebuah hakpen dan segulung benang wol lokal (yang biasa untuk prakarya sekolah). Dia bercerita bahwa neneknya sedang mengajarinya merajut (merenda/crochet). Saya bertanya, apakah dia mau mengajari saya, dan dia mau.

Saya belajar membuat rantai, double-crochet dan treble dari teman saya itu, tanpa mengetahui nama-nama dari tusukan tersebut. Lalu, saya mencoba membuat taplak bulat kecil yang sederhana, tapi, begitu waktu ujian tiba, semua itu terbengkalai. Ditambah lagi, kesabaran saya di masa itu masih jauh dari cukup, hingga membuat teman sebangku saya juga pusing mengajari saya.
 


Singkat cerita, sejak saat itu, saya tidak pernah merajut lagi, walaupun setiap kali 'berpapasan' dengan toko benang dan alat rajut, perasaan saya sering tergelitik untuk merajut lagi. Namun, saya tidak yakin, seberapa pandai sebenarnya saya..

Rasa penasaran itu akhirnya sampai juga pada puncaknya, saat tante saya mulai mengikuti kursus merajut di dekat rumah. Saat itu, saya masih sibuk dengan dua anak laki-laki saya yang masih kecil dan saya baru saja pindah rumah.

Saat saya melahirkan anak saya yang ketiga (satu-satunya yang perempuan), adik ipar saya yang baru lulus kuliah, mulai kursus merajut juga. Melihatnya merajut di rumah, saya benar-benar tergerak untuk merajut lagi. Akhirnya, saya ikut dengan adik ipar saya ke toko tempatnya kursus dan membeli segulung benang dan sebuah hakpen.

Saya merasa sangat senang, seperti berhasil mendapatkan sesuatu yang saya impikan bertahun-tahun. Untuk beberapa bulan, saya mencoba membuat kerajinan-kerajinan sederhana yang muncul dalam imajinasi saya. Kemudian, saya mulai ingin mencoba untuk membuat sesuatu yang bisa memotivasi saya untuk berkembang.

Menjelang putri saya berusia satu tahun, saya ingin sekali membuatkan sebuah baju Princess (long dress) untuknya. Sebagai langkah pertama, saya mencari pola baju bayi yang saya sukai. Saya belum pernah merajut menggunakan pola sebelumnya dan saya tidak tau cara membaca pola gambar. Setelah sekitar satu bulan mengarungi dunia maya, akhirnya, saya berhasil menemukan sebuah pola (tulisan) gratis di internet yang menurut saya, sangat cantik untuk jadi baju putri saya.

Langkah kedua, saya mencari benang yang saya rasa cocok untuk baju yang ingin saya buat. Saya ingin benang yang saya gunakan ini cukup lembut untuk anak-anak, tapi, harganya juga tidak terlalu mahal, karena saya baru pertama kali mencoba membuat karya crochet sebesar ini. Kembali saya menelusuri internet, mencari toko benang online. Saya tidak mungkin berjalan jauh dari rumah, karena ketiga anak saya masih membutuhkan saya sehari-hari di rumah. Proses mencari benang ini juga berlangsung sekitar satu bulan. Namun saya merasa beruntung karena sekarang ini, begitu banyak pilihan toko benang online di internet.

Setelah benang yang saya pesan tiba di rumah, saya pun mulai merajut baju bayi untuk putri saya. Saya ikuti seluruh instruksi dalam pola itu hingga selesai. Merajut.. membongkar.. merajut.. membongkar.. hingga semua sesuai dengan yang dimaksud oleh pola. Sedikit demi sedikit, baju untuk putri saya mulai terlihat bentuknya. Saya pun merasa termotivasi untuk menyelesaikannya.

Kedua anak laki-laki saya sangat antusias menunggu baju untuk adik mereka. Setiap malam mereka memasangkan 'calon' baju itu ke badan adik mereka dan berseru, "Sudah pas, Bu! Sudah bagus, Bu! Cepat saja selesaikan!" Dan saya hanya tertawa dalam hati. Kalau saya berhasil menyelesaikan baju itu sebelum kekecilan saja, sudah bagus sekali rasanya..

Saya mengerjakan baju untuk putri saya itu di sela-sela rutinitas saya. Namun, karena saya menikmati proses merajut baju itu, ternyata, saya berhasil menyelesaikannya dengan cukup cepat, hanya tiga minggu saja. Waktu yang cukup lama bagi para 'crocheter' yang lebih handal, tapi, untuk saya yang baru pertama kali merajut karya besar, dari pola, dan hanya di sela-sela keseharian yang tak menentu.. saya merasa bangga.. 

Saat saya coba pakaikan baju itu pada putri saya, ternyata masih agak kebesaran, dan putri saya juga belum lancar berjalan. Pengasuh putri saya memberi saran, kalau dibuatkan sebuah bandana yang senada, pasti akan terlihat sangat serasi. Lalu, saya pun membuat bandana dari motif lengan baju, dan berhasil!

Untuk beberapa bulan, baju tersebut belum bisa dipakai secara maksimal, tapi, putri saya sangat menyukai baju hasil karya saya itu. Seluruh keluarga juga menyukai baju tersebut. Sepupu saya, saat melihat putri saya mengenakan baju crochet itu, memesan untuk putrinya yang berusia lima tahun. Saya terima pesanannya, dan berhasil menyesuaikan polanya untuk membuat baju yang lebih besar. Saya betul-betul termotivasi untuk terus merajut setelah menyelesaikan baju untuk putri saya.

Sekarang, putri saya sudah berusia hampir dua tahun, dan saya sudah menyelesaikan cukup banyak karya rajutan di sela-sela jadwal keseharian saya. Saya juga sudah bisa membaca pola gambar dan sudah mulai belajar 'knitting' (breien). Namun, bagi saya, baju Princess yang saya rajut untuk 'Princess' saya itu adalah karya saya yang paling berkesan, karena dari baju itulah saya benar-benar termotivasi untuk terus merajut dan mengembangkan kemampuan merajut saya sampai sekarang.


Putri saya, Dinda, bersama ayahnya, mengenakan baju rajutan saya

-27 April 2012-



Monday, 23 April 2012

Aza's First Wushu Tournament



My cute 5-year-old, who usually performs as 'the family clown', finally had a chance to show a different side of him.

After 11 months of weekly training (which often feels like exercise routine for me too), he wanted to perform in a Wushu tournament.

I still remember in May 2011, he saw a poster of the Wushu club on the glass window of the fitness centre at the mall near home. The poster was showing a girl, about Ariq's age, performing a sword stance.

Aza asked if he would be trained to use a sword if he joined the club, and we told him that he would, if he would be patient learning all the stances and forms before he could move well enough to hold a sword. He said that he wanted to learn Wushu.

We enrolled Aza in the Wushu club, with a hope that he would enjoy practicing Wushu and learn many things from his practice. I have seen how he is fascinated with all types of swords. He rarely asked for toys other than swords, and I'm pretty sure that he has drawn more than one hundred swords since he was two years old.. He can even cut a simple shape of a sword with scissors without drawing it first..

The first few weeks, I worried a lot, because Aza kept running around during practice. He did well as long as his Sifu was instructing him one-on-one, but when he had to practice with the whole class, he lost concentration and started running around.

I was wondering if Aza was too young, and if he was a distraction to the club. So, I asked the Sifu about that. I was really surprised and relieved when the Sifu told me, "The younger they start, the better. He's only 4 years old. If he is not running around, then we should be worried. If joining Wushu is what Aza wants -not something that his parents want him to do-, then you should not worry, he will naturally calm down in a year or two."

It was true. After about six months, once he began to have a grasp of the basic stances form, Aza started to calm down a little. He knew his routine well, and he was alright doing it without his instructor watching him every minute. He still wanders off around the room when he gets bored, but not as much. I could leave the room for half an hour and he was still obediently practicing when I came back.

I didn't realise how long Aza had been practicing Wushu until recently. I asked the fitness centre admin staff, when Aza first joined the club and she told me it was May last year. WOW! It was almost a year ago! Then, Aza's work started to show result. A tournament and belt examination were coming up.

Aza wanted to perform in the tournament. I cautiously asked the Sifu, if Aza was allowed. The Sifu was excited that Aza had the initiative to join the competition and they assured me that there was no unnecessary pressure on the students. The most important thing was that students learn to be confident of themselves in performing their forms in front of other people.

The Sifu suggested Aza to perform in a group. Aza's group consisted of four members, with Aza as the team captain, being the longest practicing white belt. He had memorised almost all moves in the Basic Stances form. Aza loved having to shout the 'qi' and leading the team.

On the day of the tournament, it turned out that two of Aza's team were not performing in the tournament, and one lost contact -later on we found out that they got lost on the way-. The Sifu asked Aza if he felt ready to perform alone. Confidently, Aza agreed.

Shortly after, Joshua -Aza's friend who got lost- arrived, unfortunately, after Aza was moved from team class to individual class. So, Joshua -and his parents- decided to stay to cheer for Aza, which made Aza very happy..

I know that Aza was confident, because the Saturday before the tournament, his Senior Sifu got married and asked Aza to perform his Stance Form in front of the stage and he did! I was not sure though, how the change in formation would affect Aza's performance.

Well.. it did affect him, but not as big as it could have been.. For a few seconds Aza forgot that he was not performing as a team. He looked around and realised that the other contestants moved without sync.

Aza looked at me for confirmation, and when I told him that he was performing alone, he started his form, and he did it well.

I'm so proud of Aza.. :-)


Thursday, 26 January 2012

All because of washing machines

Ariq: 2 spoons detergent, 1 cup softener, START























Almost forty years ago, two dedicated men were completing their university studies. They lived away from home, in a simple dorm house called 'Tontowi Jauhary'.

In the dorm house, they studied hard and learned many things from other people that enriched their lives. All the experience they gained throughout their stay have formed certain respect and affection towards the simple dorm house.

That respect and affection, led to the two men to make pact that they were going to add 'Jauhary' in their first sons' names. Jauhari is an Indonesian vocabulary taken from Arabic word, which means 'expert'.

Thirty six years ago, the first man, had his first son. He named his baby 'Achmad Tanjung Jauhari'.
Thirty years ago, the second man, had his first son. He named his baby 'Jauhary Arifin'.

Then, history brought us into this week..

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Rrriinnggg.. (The phone in the living room rang). I quickly ran to answer it. It was a man's voice.

I: Yes..

Man: May I speak with Mrs. Jauhari?

I: Speaking.. (My answer was a little hesitant. My husband's 'Jauhari' part of his name is rarely mentioned by other people. In Indonesia, first and middle names get used far more often than last name.. and last name is not always a surname.. Therefore, I am more often addressed as Mrs. Achmad or Ms. Hutapea (my birth surname).

Man: I'm from Samsung, Ma'am.

I: Alright. Is there anything I can help you with? (I was on alert. An employee of a communication company (competitor of the company my husband is working for) is calling my husband.

Man: I'm calling about your washing machine.

I: Washing machine? (Phew, at least it wasn't a tricky job offer situation. However, still...) My washing machine is not a Samsung product. Are you sure you are calling the right customer?

Man: I believe I am, Ma'am. You are Mrs. Sinta Jauhary, right?

I quickly burst into laughter..

I: Oh, No, I'm not. Would you hold please, I will quickly get her..

Then I ran fast to my sister-in-law's room to get her.

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Yes.. I am Mrs. Indri Jauhari .. and .. she is Mrs. Sinta Jauhary .. and we both live here ..

.. and ..

No.. The pact didn't involve any bethrotal arrangements .. The two only met after Father passed away..

.. so ..

Yes.. fairy tale still exists.. and I'm happy that it does..





Believe it or not.. Washing machines have made a pact not to let me rest..




Companies always want to make their products look and sound LUX.. but, too many LUX-es tend to confuse simple housewife (namely, ME)..

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Rrriinnggg.. (My mobile phone rang). I answered it and it was a man's voice.

I: Yes..

Man: I'm from Electrolux, Ma'am.

I: Oh, yes, you texted me that you couldn't come on Saturday. You said you were coming on Tuesday.

Man: Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry I couldn't finish the repair sooner. It was raining really hard. (In Indonesia, service technicians ride motorbikes to customers, so heavy rains can definitely mess up their schedule.) Now I have found the part and I can finish the repair today.

I: Part? What part? I thought this is just the routine service?

Man: No, Ma'am. This is not a routine service. You called us last week to service your washing machine. Your husband 'OK-ed' the purchase request for the broken part.

I: My husband? When did you see my husband?

Man: On Tuesday, Ma'am. When I did the checking.

I: Hang on.. (I called for a washing machine service, but my husband was supervising the work? On a Tuesday? Very unlikely! Moreover, I was definitely home on Tuesday -when my husband was at work- waiting for the guy, and he didn't show up!) .. Are you sure you are calling the right customer?

Man: I'm sure I am, Ma'am. You are Mrs. Hutapea, in Cipete, right?

I: (Shaking my head and exhaling heavily) No, I'm not. You have been contacting me about my parents' broken washing machine. Well, I don't live with them anymore.

Man: Oh, OK.. But is it alright if I come today around 11 to finish the repair?

I: Yes, sure. You can come around 11. I'll tell them that you are coming..

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This one was really on me!

This is my fourth year living with Mother, and I still got the washing machines mixed up! Mum's washing machine is Electrolux .. Mother's is Luxindo! (Every year, Mother and I signed up for the quarterly routine service for the Luxindo machine).

I could've prevented this silliness, if I had realized the misunderstanding when the guy texted me on Tuesday.. 

.. and ..

You are allowed to laugh at me (roll on the floor if you want)..


Saturday, 24 December 2011

Nasi Goreng '3 Thoriq'


Bahan:

5 porsi nasi putih (cukup untuk satu keluarga, satu kali makan)

1/2 Bawang Bombay kecil diiris tipis

7-9 siung bawang merah diiris tipis

3-5 siung bawang putih dicincang halus

3 potong paha atas ayam dipotong kecil

3 batang 'baby carrot' diiris kecil

3 batang 'baby corn' diiris kecil

Segenggam jagung pipil yang sudah direbus/dikukus

3-4 butir telur

Garam dan merica secukupnya

Kecap manis 



Cara Membuat:

# panaskan minyak/margarine di wajan

# masukkan bawang bombay, oseng sampai lembut dan harum

# masukkan bawang merah, oseng sebentar, kemudian masukkan bawang putih dan oseng sampai harum, tambahkan sejumput garam sambil diaduk

# masukkan baby corn, baby carrot dan jagung pipil, tambahkan sedikit garam dan merica, oseng sampai lembut

# masukkan daging ayam, masak hingga matang sambil tambahkan garam dan merica secukupnya

# masukkan telur ayam, masak hingga matang

# masukkan nasi, aduk rata sambil dicoba dan tambahkan garam dan merica secukupnya

# kalau bawang putih terasa kurang, boleh ditambah bubuk bawang putih

# setelah bumbu terasa pas, tambahkan kecap manis

 # nasi goreng siap dihidangkan, bisa ditambah dengan irisan daun selada, tomat, timun dan telur dadar/ceplok

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

A Walk of Memory



It was already late in the afternoon when I was walking on the path along the river. The sky was getting darker and the breeze was getting cooler.

All in a sudden, I remember the times when I was hiking along a pathway up on the mountain, with the rest of the 'Lily' girls.. talking, laughing, singing and cheering out our team yells..

It was nice of the memory to come by at such a nice late afternoon..

Then, as the surrounding went quieter, the sound of the river grew louder. The grass and the flowers were dancing softly to the wind.

The scenery reminded me of the moments before sunset at the camps. Sitting outside the tent, around the cooking fire, waiting for dinner to be ready. Laughing about our silly slips and falls during the day hike. Working out a plan for tomorrow..

I never forget, how good we were as a team. Our team work has become my inspiration. Our achievements have been my life-long motivations.. 

Nearing the end of the path, I started to hear the sounds of the night creatures. Roots, twigs and leaves started to form the shape of forest beings.. 

Unformed shadows brought me the memory of nights at the camps. Cramping in the tent, whispering, pointing at each other, giggling, in the dim of the lantern, until we finally fell asleep..

Then, our restful sleep would be paused by the wake up call for the night walk. We would hike on the same path. Walking past the same trees, twigs, leaves, flowers and grass. The only difference was the darkness around us..

Somehow, it was always enough to amplify the effects and results.. One call, and we would stop to wait. One call, and we would catch each other's hand. One call, was all we needed to keep each other safe.. By sunrise, we had become a stronger team..

What a late afternoon walk.. What a great memory.. My memory of 'Lily' girls.. All in a late afternoon walk..




'Lily' was the name of my patrol group in the Scout & Guide Brigade in Junior High School. We went on camps and hikes together, and won several medals as the best patrol.

Our patrol was solid for the whole three years of Junior High School, until the time came for us to go our own ways when we graduated and chose different Senior High Schools.


 -20 December 2011-

Monday, 3 October 2011

Harder as Adults



During school years, I had a best friend. Even though we didn't go to the same school, we kept in touch very well. We both have very open personalities, which was a big help to bridge our distance. We knew each other very well, to the extent that I could deduce his whereabouts and state of minds, almost at all times.

I guess, it was just the way with me, that I could see the changes in people who are close to me. I am not a psychiatrist. I am certainly not a psychic. I am not even a mentalist, although, I can understand how Patrick Jane (The Mentalist) can figure out people and events by observing and analysing things around him.


Having observed and analysing my best friend daily, turned out sharpening my mind in observing other friends. I could see changes that were happening in each of my close friends, and I had no problem in asking if something was bothering them. Most of the time, they had no problem in telling me what the problem was. At the times when the problem was too personal to share, they would tell me that they appreciated my attention.


One obvious thing was, regardless my good intention, to show attention to my friends, I wasn't always able to give any assistance in helping them solving their problems. I was just a teenager, with experience as little as any other, and no expertise whatsoever in human psychiatry. The biggest help I could offer was to listen. Once in a while, I could give a suggestion, but most of the time, it was only listening.

Well, considering, we were all teenagers at that time, having someone, a friend, to listen to us, was more than enough. All teenagers only wanted to be listened to. What happened afterwards, didn't matter as much, as long as, they felt that they were being understood. Therefore, I helped my friends as often as I could.

I remember. A friend asked me, how I could tell that she was feeling sad. I told her that it showed in her eyes. From that moment on, she occasionally came to me and said, "Look into my eyes. What do you think, I'm feeling today?"

Well, it wasn't that hard to do, since she was a good friend, and I saw her everyday at school. Furthermore, this particular friend has expressive eyes. So, I was always successful in getting her to tell me whatever was bothering her.

It wasn't as easy with other friends, but when we see certain people daily and, we interact with them on a regular basis, we will recognise the mood changes, worries, happiness, excitements, etc. Mood changes in friends always give me a little tug, like having butterflies bumping around, in my tummy. When it happens, it is the time, when I usually ask my friend, if something is bothering them, and give them time to decide whether they want to tell me about it.

Well, that was all easy in school years.. What happened afterwards was quite different. Situations change, condition change, and people change.. and that was when I lost most of my comfort..

Throughout high school and university, many things happen in people's lives, and mine is no exception. My best friend and I arrived at a point where we needed to restrict our feelings and only mind each other business on 'when invited/asked' basis. The decision didn't come out of a fight. It came out of the situation when we found the love of our lives.

As we drifted apart, somehow, I also lost a great deal of my confidence in approaching other people. I fear that if people don't like being asked about their problem, they would be angry. If I was the person who has nerves asking about other people's problems, I have to be prepared to suffer the consequences. I don't really think that the change in my friendship completely did this. I believed that simply growing up and becoming an adult also took part in the way I make considerations about other people. As adults, we simply can't interfere with other people's lives, even our close friends, even when we sense something is not right.

I'm still not sure that being adults mean being ignorant, but I'm not a teenager anymore, and what would I do, if I ask a friend if he/she is having a problem, and he/she tells me about it, and it turns out that I can't do anything other than listening? At the same time, I have some concerns about some of my friends, which I would like to ask them personally (I am the kind of person who dislikes finding out about a friend, from another friend).

I also have another worry, now that I am a wife and a mother of three young kids. If it turns out that my friend needs to be listened to for hours, days, weeks, months or even years, how should I deal with that? I care about my friends, but I am aware of my limitations, and I worry about the consequences of my actions.

It feels so hard, to find the right time and the right way to ask a friend, "What is really going on? I don't know how much I can help, but I will listen." Is it because being adult is really that complicated?

I really miss my school years.. being a teenager, who had nothing to fear in showing attention, and all the time in the world to care about my friends..

To all of my dear friends.. if you happen to read this, please know that even though I might need to cut your phone calls short to attend to my kids, I really want to understand how you are feeling. I want to listen and be there for you. I want to see you go through your problems and come out as a better person..



What you haven't been able to do today,
I hope you can do it tomorrow.

The tasks you haven't completed this week,
I hope you can complete it next week.

The goals you haven't achieved this month,
I hope you can achieve it next month.

The successes you haven't reached this year,
I hope you can reach it next year.


Yes, being a teenager can be troublesome, with the mind-splitting and emotionally-challenging self-discovery. However, most of you would agree with me, that the good friends we find during our teenage years, are the ones we keep forever.

If I have a choice, I want to keep being able to ask them how the are right now, and listen to how great they are doing these days, or, listen to them crying their heart out about something that bothers them today..
I wish you all a nice day and a good life.. :-)

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

Dove Orchids



Last Saturday, our cook came up to me and passed on Mother's message, that she wanted me to take pictures of the white flowers. Mother had already left for her Saturday Senior Citizen Morning Exercise, so I couldn't ask her more about what kind of pictures she had in mind or borrow her camera.

I quickly grabbed my camera and started shooting at the while flowers outside the window. The cook ran and shouted, "No! Not that flower! Grandma said the little ones, the ones that smell very nice. They just happen to be blooming this morning and they won't stay long. You must take pictures quickly."

Ah.. I understand which flowers she was talking about. I looked behind me.. and there they were, blooming beautifully around the palm tree bark, spreading a fresh fragrance around the front yard.. The little 'Dove Orchids.'

I really had to take as many pictures as possible during the day, because Dove Orchids only bloom for 24 hours, then, it would be over. I took lots of pictures from every angles, hoping that some of them will come out perfect.

After taking the pictures, the boys were up, and I had to catch up with our lives, so the camera had to wait for my next free-time.

On Sunday morning, I took a look at the pictures and I realized that the pictures were good, but the problem with the camera I was using was that the colors did not come out as well as I hoped. I quickly ran to Mother's room and asked to borrow her camera.

Most of the orchids were already closed, only a few were still opened. I tried to take as many pictures as possible, as fast as possible, before they completely withered. Then, I quickly extracted and edited the pictures.

All the flowers are now gone, and the pictures I took might not be the best pictures in the world (since I'm not a professional photographer), but, I'm sure you can see the beauty in those little orchids by looking at my pictures.

Dove Orchids are so beautiful and I can almost smell them while writing this post.










Even this little bee is enjoying the company of the Dove Orchids for the day..










We know you want a better quaff

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

Family Photo



As usual, at the beginning of academic year, Ariq and Aza have to submit personal and family photos to their classes.

Our previous photos did not have Kyra in them, so, we decided to have new photos taken with Kyra included! At first, we thought about going to a photo studio, but due to the busy days we are having this weekend, we changed our minds and had the photos taken, in the morning, at home, with Mother as the photographer.

What a challenge!! (Kyra, that is.. not Mother, of course..)







Yes, yes, you guess right... It was nothing like having family photos taken in a photo studio.. Hahaha..




Below are the photos from this morning..


Aza: Look, I can make my fingers pose for the picture!
Ariq: But you won't know when Grandma hits 'click'!
Kyra: Let me down, Mum! I want to see Aza's fingers!


Aza: When will it be over? It's too hot!
Ariq: I'll hide behind Kyra's dress..
Kyra: Oh, come on boys! Get a grip!


Trust me.. it was a challenge.. but also lots of fun!!

-Saturday, 23 July 2011-







Wednesday, 20 July 2011

New additions to our home..




When you walk around your home long enough, you will start catching sights of the things you never thought existed around you..


Like this cheerful sunflower..


Then, you will start thinking about what you want to change or add or.. capture with you camera.. and keep the memory for as long as you want..


That is what we do here.. Mother and my husband love to find new plants to grow, and I love watching them grow, observing the creatures residing around the plants, and capturing them all with a camera, I can get a hold of..









These are pictures of some of the new additions in our front and back yards..


The short-lived Morning Glory


The new white flower outside the widow


The new bush of purple flowers


The pretty plant that is having breakfast with a little bee..


A little lizard that quickly became Aza's friend


The lovely white orchids


The beautiful purple orchids


The pretty white plant that is saying 'hi' to the sun



The baby dragonfly


..and..


The giant cricket


My most surprising find was in the pond that was meant to be a fish breeding pond. While the fish is not using the pond, another family is happily occupying it, and it looks like they are building an empire in it..


The frog family


Last but not least, my best find was the little creature hiding among the leaves up on the mango tree, which brought a specific song to me..

HUSH A BYE BABY
Hush a bye baby on the tree top
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall
Down will come baby cradle and all..

Sleep tight, little bat


Having this world of nature around me, and being able to enjoy it every day, makes me less jealous of those wild life photographers.. :-P


Have a nice day, Everyone.. :-)


Tuesday, 19 July 2011

Graphium Agamemnon: My patience is finally paid off..

A few months ago (or it might be over a year ago).. I saw this beautiful butterfly and I quickly ran to take a picture of it. It was black, with bright green dots and patterns all over its wings.. simple but very beautiful..

After a few runs around the front yard, I decided that the butterfly was far too fast, both for me and my camera! I didn't give up, though.. I loved it and I wouldn't stop until I had its pictures!

I started searching on the internet about this beautiful butterfly. At first, the search didn't come up with anything at all, except some pictures. After a few months, I did another internet search for this black and green butterfly, and my determination was finally yielding a great result!

The beautiful butterfly is GRAPHIUM AGAMEMNON and it is a very active type of butterfly. It is harder to catch by camera compared to other butterflies because it moves around a lot and it flies fast and often high.

Through the search, I also found a blog owner who was a student studying about butterflies and I asked her what I should do to be able to catch a Graphium agamemnon on my camera. She said that I needed to catch it early in the morning when the butterfly was not so fast yet.

I did as she suggested.  There were two Graphium agamemnons that were flying around our front yard almost every day, and I ran after them every time I saw them. Soon I realised that my camera was not the best in the world, it wouldn't win any race against the beautiful butterfly I love. I still refused to give up.

Very soon, I never saw any of the Graphium agamemnon again, I almost didn't see any butterflies at all, for a few weeks after that. Then, I found dead butterflies in the bushes near the front porch. I realised that their 'time' has come and I would have to wait for the new ones to come out of their cocoons, although I had no clue of where their cocoons were.

About two months ago, I started seeing butterflies in the front yard again. A large black one (which Ariq managed to take a picture of with my camera), A black with white and purple pattern, a little white one and a brown one... but no Graphium agamemnon..

I know that there are birds around our house, and I'm sure they always eat worms, caterpillars, and maybe even butterflies. If the birds ever came across the Graphium agamemnon caterpillar, I doubt I would ever see one so close to home again. However, deep inside my heart I was still keeping a tiny ray of hope for the sight of the beautiful black and bright green I love so much.

Then, it happened!

One morning, I was walking around the front yard with my camera in one hand, taking pictures of the morning glories, sunflowers, and other blooming plants, and suddenly, it was there, flying around the bushes outside Mother's window.. Graphium agamemnon..!! I believe it was a young one. It was slightly smaller and it didn't move as fast as the two I previously knew.

I quickly readied my camera in my hand and started 'talking' to the butterfly, asking it to stay quietly on the leave. I manage to get a few shots, but those shots are not as good as I expect them to be. I know that my 'hunt' is still on!

Finally, two weeks ago, Mother asked me to document a community gathering at home with her camera. I still had the camera the next morning because I didn't have time to transfer the pictures to the computer yet. Miraculously, the Graphium agamemnon was flying around the front yard. I quickly ran inside the house to fetch Mother's camera.

Once I was back in the front yard, the butterfly was already gone. I quickly hoped it had gone to the back yard, so I quickly rushed there, and there it was! flying around the plants above the fish pond!

I deactivated the digital zoom and maximised the optical zoom. Then, I quickly directed Mother's camera towards the butterfly. I took as many pictures as the camera's speed allowed. Then, I transferred the pictures to the computer.

The pictures may not be perfect, but, considering I am not a professional photographer, the camera was not a professional camera and the Graphium agamemnon was not as young as the first time I saw it and it was moving around fast, just like the first two I knew, well, I consider these pictures are absolutely gorgeous..

After one year of effort and patience, I now have beautiful pictures of a very beautiful Graphium agamemnon.. The black and bright green butterfly that I love so much..

Sunday, 8 May 2011

Morning Glory.. Only in the morning..


They are very pretty, although they only bloom early in the morning a while after the sun rises. Then, they wither...
I love them, despite their short blooming life, because they give me an incentive to appreciate every little beauty by looking ay them in the morning..
Created with PicSay on my GT-S5570

Saturday, 26 February 2011

Aza and snake.. again..

Today was Lazuardi Smart Day.. and the theme was.. 'Let's be Animals' Friends'..
Someone (a higher level student), had an idea to bring her/his pet (a snake and a tarantula) to school..
Aza saw the snake, and as can be guessed, he wanted to have his picture taken with the snake.. :-)
Ariq was also having a good time.. He played the drum on stage.. :-)
A very nice day.. ;-)

Saturday, 12 February 2011

New Legs for My Spider

This post was supposed to be published in February 2011.. I thought I had published it, but the other day, I found out that it was still a draft.. :-P 

The same article in Indonesian .. "Kaki Baru untuk Laba-Labaku"

Around the new year, I started spider watching again. This time, it was a little one on the front porch. She built a web between the plants and one of the pillars on the porch.

The little spider was unique. It only had five legs..

I felt sorry for the spider, and wondered how would it survive with only five legs. Suddenly, my husband shouted from inside the house, "Don't worry, the legs would grow back!"

I replied, "Yeah, right! Legs can grow back!"

My husband shouted again, "Spider legs can grow back."

Knowing my husband's taste for making jokes, I just grinned and talked to myself, "Sure sure.. That will be the day.."

For a few days, I watched the spider, making sure that it was still in its web. Until one day, I was so surprised to see that I saw a little white thing coming out of each spot where the legs were.

My husband was not joking! So, I called him at work and told him about that.

He said to me, "I told you. I wasn't joking. Just check on the internet!"

So I did, and I found out that spider legs can grow back as long as it doesn't lose too much fluid in its body. WOW! That is a very interesting fact to learn.. ;-)

I took some pictures of the spider to put here..


Before The Legs Grew Back



Hunting with Five Legs


After The Legs Grew Back




Hunting with Eight Legs




I was really amazed, finding out that spiders can survive with only five legs, although having eight legs, definitely made its life so much better.. (judging from the number of flies it caught after its legs grew back!)

A few days later, the spider was gone. The web was deserted. I guess, since it had all its legs back, the spider wanted to build a bigger and better web. I just couldn't find where the new web was.

I just hoped that the little spider was well and happy.. :-)