10 Things I Miss About My Dad---of a million things that i missed.

1. Daily calling. He always call me at 7-8pm. Asking about my place to sleep today. At home or at my rent room? Sometime I get sicked, when He calls me 3 times a day to asking the same questions. Haha. But I do really miss it now. Please call me, Dad.

2. The conversation. We have some Dad-Daughter weird relationship. Maybe because we have same words, same friends. My fav conversation w him is about art and life. I know, he more spend his time w his student—also my friends—to talk about that topics. Uhm it’s so pity me. And because of that, now, I can see my Daddy at many people around me.

3. Cooking time. Dad and my Mom oftenly doing the nite shopping. They like to shopping at traditional market on the night. And my Dad woke me up and my little sist to eat some fresh shrimp with spicy sauce at 12am! [:

4. His black cropped pant, black t-shirt and sandal jepit! His daily wardrobe when he’s not working. He often spent time to care for his plants and fishing equipment. He always forgot the time. When I woke up at dawn, He’s still at backyard, cutting the leaves, giving fertilizer, etc etc.

5. His criticism and praise. One day, I exhibited my recent experiments to my Dad, he said my work was not good. Tears on me. That works kinda difficult for me! Huhu. But one day, when He said my work: good, great, wonderfull… there’s nothing more happier than that.

6. He likes pickles, so bad. Onions, chilli, cucumbers pickles, and more pickled vegetables.

7. I miss my Daddy and his mustache! His thick and wavy hair! His exotic color skin! And the way He hold the chopstick and eat Thailand noodles with his fav black bowl, the way He slipped His reading glasses….

8. His deep voice.

9. His writing and artwork. He’s my biggest inspiration, after my beloved Grandmother.

10. Our last conversation. He asked me: “What is the most important thing in your life?”. I never told Him about my answer. I keep that for myself. Dad, the most important thing in my life is: LOVE.

Today is the 52nd my Dad’s birthday. But we no longer celebrate with dinner or special gifts or happy birthday song at midnight… Now, we have new ways to celebrate it: with PRAYS and LOVE. Although physically my Dad is not here, but blood and part of his soul is still flowing in my body and the people who loved him. Love U so much, Dad. Happy Birthday.

drs. Djuandi Husin [April, 4th 1958-June, 7th 2008]

A Story About Koala, Wolfmother, and an Allergic

It's an ironic. Having an allergic to somethng that we work/life with. It's so pity, if the Koala having an eucalyptus's caterpilar allergic. And its a poor wolfmother, if she is a furry allergic. And me, allergic of cotton's dust. Errr, not only cotton actually, for every kind tiny winy dusty fabric that i cut everyday.

But: I love my allergic. [As wrote on the sticker at my allergic Doctor's room]. The suggestion is important, rite?

I do love my allergic.


HAAATTTTTCCHHHHIIIIIHHHH!

Chainfalls and Tutus

My accecories design for DIY page Cosmogirl Magz.

Will be published in May's edition!

Can't hardy waittt! [:

it's feel W.O.R.M-y

New Necklace Collections from amithevintagist

photos & editing by ami

place: Klub Keramik Rusa Tanah

My Future Project

This is another fairy tales.

My patchwork world.

My future project.

Kelinci Coklat

Once upon a time, in a shinny morning, a Brown Bunny met the Cyclops. They said: "We love pancake breakfast with maple syrup and blackberry lollypop". For a while, they laugh like the crazy cheetah. Kinda scary actually.

Kelinci Coklat dan Cyclops. Dalam sebuah dramatis moment, diterangi spotlight, bersetting hutan cemara dan rumput yang berbau basah, mereka berbaring menatap langit. Kelinci coklat bernama Chicko dan si cyclops sebutlah bernama Garry. Chicko seperti seseorang yang datang dari tahun 1960. Bergaya seperti gadis-gadis di Virgin Suicide. Primitive fairy. Sweet, peaches, soft, fragile, but also mysterious. Dan Garry, terbuat dari vintage wood dengan kepala yang terbuat dari bola berwarna merah.

They're frozen. Untuk sejenak, Chicko dan Garry merasakan the touch of Bohemian. Ada arus darah yang mengalir deras. Jadi kesemutan. Tidak bisa bergerak. Jadi mereka hanya terdiam. Seperti ketika minum frozen smoothies, dinginnya meluncur langsung ke seluruh bagian kepala. Kram otak. Tapi Chicko dan Garry tidak hanya otak yang kram, tapi seluruh badan. Touch of Bohemian Yang demi Tuhan, apapun bentuknya itu, rasanya seperti menemukan Poppy and Loop.

The blackbird sing.

Sudah waktunya pulang. Kelinci coklat kembali kelubangnya, di dalam tanah. Dan cyclops kembali ke piringnya, terbang ke stairy night.

This is Very Quick: Tasty Dream,

"Hi Charlie"

"Hi Billy"

"Hi Monks"

Dan mereka semua berjalan disebuah imaginarium. Satu orang satu langit. Charlie, Billy, MOnks. Berlayar di atas gondola. Diantara sungai-sungai dengan permukaan air beriak seperti ekspresi wajah sedang berteriak kesakitan. Aw. Cerita yang agak menakutkan. Gondola berwarna emas. Sungai dan anak sungainya berwarna keperakan.

Charlie. Billy. Monks.

Berjalan di atas bukit. Di tanah Tibetan. Mereka hanya memakai kain sari dan bertelanjang kaki. Jalannya mereka berupa loncatan-loncatan kecil, aspal jalanannya panas. BUkan aspal, tapi rumput sintetis. Terbuat dari serat fiber yang lengket dan lembek tapi mudah sekali menyerap panas matahari.

Seperti peniti-peniti dalam segitiga fiber glass. Semuanya transparan tapi bikin gerah dan perih.

Life is just a simple dream. Tiga sahabat itu keluar dari balik cermin. Mereka melompat ke atas ayunan, berayun tinggi. Tertawa lepasssss.