99 monkeys jumping on the bed... One fell off and bumped to his head (Kronk, The Emperor's New Groove)
I don't get along well with pets, animals in general, I admit that. If you put it as a responsibility issue, well, I guess I'm not a responsible person. But I did deal with some animals in Pinky house, which gave me the tolerance of disgust. Yep, some pretty weird and gross animals were there. If you feel disgusted, don't read anymore.
In my whole life in Blora, I had never seen such cocroach. I mean, I have seen "coro", one kind of cocroach which has dark strips on its body, lives in paper box or corner of board and isn't smelly, but the cocroach I saw in Pinky house was something new. It's brown, bigger than coro and smelly that I could define it into 3 categories: smelly, really smelly and deadly yuck. First, I didn't find it disgusting, but when I knew its habitat and its smell...I tended to smash them with the broom and yell "Get off me! Get out of here!". God, I hated that smell. I could tell that there was cocroach even when it's invisible. Yes, sometimes my sense of smell was beyond average, but not always, fortunately, coz I'd be tortured the whole time if I smelled something bad or something strong, like certain perfume.
Okay, back to the pets...err...pest. Beside cocroach, Pinky house also had hidden kingdom of termites. Dry wood termite and ground termite. Uh huh.
When my dad visited me for the first time and saw the house he asked me whether I was sure living there. It was basically a ruin and could collapse anytime. The wooden structure was very fragile and bad things might happened.
He was right, indeed. Fallen ceiling happened in almost all rooms. You could imagine going home from college and finding a chunk of ceiling hit your bed. You were sleeping there last night, man. The timing was really crucial. What if it fell when you were there? Of course you didn't want to be a sandwich (for the record, no one ever got hurt from any of the incident).
The sawn timber used for the door jamb, window pane or even roof support mostly was coconut sawn wood (Hi, Pak Man. How are you now? He's the expert of house fixing. The owner hired him again and again to straighten up the house). It didn't last long, but it was the practical choise at that time. If the owner wanted to fix it well, it meant he had to destroy the whole house and built it from A. And no budget for that. So basically we lived day by day in danger. It sounds crazy now that we didn't care about it at all back then.
All right, back to the termite. You actually could hear the daily activity of the termite when you listened carefully. I could hear the sizzling sound in my door and my window indicating the termite army was busy chewing the wood. And it's not only in my room but also in the major house. Ground termite was found in the north side of the house where they build the tunnel connecting ground with the wall.
Magical moment happened on every first day of rainy season. We had buzz of flying termites, we call them "laron", all over the house. It was so many that the whole living room was full of them and other rooms showered by them. Literally. We had goosebump every time it took place. Felt like alien conquering the earth and no Tom Cruise to the rescue. This house was a total disaster. I was always worried after the termite carnival there wouldn't be any chance this house was still standing.
But hey, you know what, it was. Miraculous eh?
The third animal, and certainly the ultimate gross ever was "resrespo". I don't know the Indonesian or English version of its name. I think it's a mollusk, or whatever. Um, maybe family of snail, but this one has no shell. First time I saw, I thought it was leech (I always have goosebump thinking of leech - pacet/lintah...wraaaaaaggghhhhh!!!). But I had never seen it sucking blood or stuff, so it wasn't. It was bigger (in average 3 cm length and 1,5 cm wide - maybe its mature size), a slow motion creeper, and of course slimy. It laid eggs, a lot of them, in some kind of gel chain (eww....) under the soil or stone. The eggs were kind of ellips, not round. When you touched the creature it would shrink. It left trail, a shiny slime, if it creeped, so you could track its path. You would see many trails on the wall or maybe your furniture.
This creature liked wet and damp place. Usually under the plants, beneath the grass and top soil, or moist corner. It was pretty hard to get rid of them from the surface coz it had that "gluey thing" which gripped tight to the floor or wall.
One way to kill it softly was by exposuring them to sunlight. It definitely shrank and dried. But if it didn't die yet and you watered it or by any chance it was raining, it would come alive again. Such Frankenstein monster huh?
You know, I found three kind of resrespo (sometimes I wonder about myself. I don't like a thing or a creature, but still pay attention to it and even do a little research about it. Weird). One was total black, second was black and had kind of white longitudinal strip right in the middle and the thirdwas brown.
In Pinky house, it travelled anywhere. To the bathroom until the bedroom. I ever found a little one on my mattress!! "What is this cool, soft thing on my feet", I asked myself one morning. When I checked it out, I scream like hell. How could it come to my mattress? Where had it been? Didn't want to think about it..
....
Enough about the little creatures, now we're talking about real pet, at least for some of Pinky house members.
It's cat. Seemed no problem about it, but guess what, the cat dragged us to hold a special meeting regarding to its existence. It was pretty hard and emotional meeting ( I still remember my promise to be more diligent doing dishes...hahaha.. what a lazy bone. My issue in naming people was a hot topics that created misunderstanding and friction. I didn't realize that coz I never meant to hurt or insult anyone. It was my expression of being close friend. But, I think I have to learn that some people might have different point of view, even about small thing).
Once upon a time, there was a cat that ocassionaly hung out in Pinky house, a brown-white cat which soon called as Tom. Tom and friends, not Jerry, sometimes made noise on the roof. They ran around or fought or had meowing contest. Quite annoying. But since some of us, two that I knew, liked Tom and often fed it, Tom become a frequent visitor and started to enjoy the pampering service.
Then, one day Tom came with the big belly. Tom was pregnant. Yeah, Tom was female. From stray animal to house pet, she lived in the cloud of comfort. My friend, Ervin, prepared a special place for the delivery, in a big box filled with cloth. When the time came, she delivered three kittens. I named them A Long (he had long tail), A Chan (his fur was strip like macan - tiger) and Brownies (his fur mostly brown). From the three kittens, Brownies was the smallest. He got a lot of trouble getting his mom's milk coz his two brothers always pushed him away. It made us giving more attention to him.
Have you ever heard about canibalism in animal? It is true. Almost every night there was a male cat, we believed he was the biological father, tried to attack the kittens. We succeded to drive him away, but one night we missed it. That black cat bit A long and he was really hurt. A Long died on the next day. My friend cried for him like loosing her own child. We burried A Long in the ground on open space under the papaya tree.
A Chan and Brownies grew fast while Tom began her new advanture, having date with her baby killer and left her babies. She's mad or what? (hey, she's a cat, man, what do you expect?). Brownies became bigger and sexier hehehe (he had cute butt and very small tail). But he was so coward. A little sound made him run and a little Jerry made him terrified. Still he was the favorite, thanks to his beautiful look.
The cats began to take over the house, in a matter of fur and poop problem. I started to feel irritated because the fur was everywhere. I found it in the furniture, electronic stuffs, clothes, floor, everywhere. I didn't like that. More over those cats liked to jump and run with their dirty feet, making spots. No way!
The pro and con emerged. I was one of the con. I didn't hate cat, but hey, I didn't like it either. I didn't want to spend my time doing extra cleaning for the things that didn't make me feel comfortable. The cat didn't give me joy like my hobbies, so why should I bother taking care of them? They were even not my pet. Say I was irresponsible, I was. Say I was selfish, fine. If someone had the right to have pet, then I had the right not to have one, right? Right.
The tense grew when we had to move and my friend wanted to take them with us, despite the complaints. The friction made the household situation ackward for everybody. And my sarcasm (I was known as the Devil in the boarding house, the wicked one, the dark side queen - but they got used to me that way and accepted me for me, so they understood) made it even more difficult to tolerate. The peak was the meeting. Everyone said what they had to say, not only about the cat thing, but also about our relationship in daily basis. I knew that moment someone was hurt because of me, the way I spoke, and complained about my laziness (doing dishes...laundy...). Okay. I apologized and reinforced myself to be better. In my own defence, yeah, I was bad, I admit that. My words sometimes were sharp or too deep that new comer would be shocked or hurt, but actually I was just making a balance. In Pinky house there was an angel, KaJu. She's top of the top. Diligent, smart, kind, great chef, great friend, broad-minded, determined, diligent, diligent and diligent. She held the north pole and we needed someone on the south pole, right? To keep things in its orbit. So I was the one. She's the angel, I was the devil. Perfect world.
But, of course that kind of thing wasn't acceptable for all. Sorry about that.
Anyway...
The meeting resulted that we would give Brownies and A Chan to someone else who loved cat. We contacted some friends and it took time to hand over them. Before it happened A Chan escaped from the house. Brownies was taken week after that and the house was free from cat.
So, was it the end of the pets and pest tale?
We've got mice after that...but it's another story.
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Monday, October 29, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Pinky Story # 4 One for Tree, Tree for All
Watch out for that tree! (George of the Jungle)
Believe it or not, the rambutan tree in front of Pinky house had the best rambutan fruit ever! It was really delicious so it dragged people to steal and even rob it. Uh huh.
The thick and juicy flesh... sweet yet firm, you would never get enough. The amazing thing was even though it was still greenish yellow, it was already edible and sweet.
Did the ghost has something to do with it? (remember the "old man" who lived there I told you in #2?). Of course not. It's purely the gene, I think.
It was the only tree in Pinky house (there was papaya in the open space inside the house, but it's not really a tree, right?). It was pretty big, gave us the shade and lots lots of yield.
But, it also gave us trouble.
With the size of the tree, it certainly had big canopy, meaning it has abundant leaves. The leaves of course didn't stick forever on the branch. They fell. All over. When the day was windy, they travelled far away to the neighbor's land, to the street, to places that give people that look. Hmm... Some neighbors were mad at me because of that. We actually had a sweeping yard schedule, but it seemed that it wasn't an interesting activity (right!). So, sometimes some people missed their turns. I was one of them, occasionally. But it was better than didn't sweep or care at all, right? (excuse..hehehe). The point was, the neighbors complained and grumbled when the leaves scattered everywhere. Sometimes they directly said it and sometimes they swept the leaves on their territory to ours.
I believed they hated us...
One day there was a big wind and rain and some branches broke. They leaned to the street, almost blocked the half of it. People came and asked us to clean the mess, by ourselves. No help at all. Guess we had to learn the lesson... We (four of us..the rest wasn't at home, I think) did the best as we could. We cut the branch with kitchen knives and cutter ...hahahaha.. What do you expect? Those tools were the only thing we had, man. You can imagine how long we had to finish the work. A whole day. Worse thing was, as always, the garbage man didn't take tree stuffs in his cart unless we paid more. So we took the branches to the open space and dried them and burnt them once in a while... creating smoke which once again would be the matter of grumble to the neighbor. Hahaha... were we that bad??
By the way, I took pictures of us doing that tree labor work. It was fun actually.
The incident about rambutan tree was not only that. The peak was when the neighbors suddenly did an ambush to it. At their boiling point, being bothered and annoyed by the tree, they couldn't say by us literally, right, they brought saw, chopping knife and such one morning and cut the tree!!! Seriously, man. They did cut the tree, left nothing but the main trunk!
What?????? We were choked. They cut it without permittion to the owner (the owner didn't live in Pinky house, so basically we were on our own). But the worst feeling was that we couldn't pick rambutan fruit anymore. Loosing the delightful wonderful heavenly taste of the fruit gave us a terrible shock wave. Noooooooooooooooooooooooo...!!! Why us? Why????
They did hate us.
I thought because they envied us. We had such glorious rambutan tree and they didn't. Well, they had some rambutan trees, but the fruit was nothing compare to ours. You know something ironic? They did like our fruit. We often did a surveillance behind the drape, they didn't realized being watched, and caught them stealing the fruit. Not stealing if you took bags of it, right? So it was a robbery. And not only one of head of family who did that. The fathers, the mothers, the children and relatives took the fruit without permittion. Huh!!
It was a war then!
We told the owner about the "oppression" that we were going through and he gave us the green signal to harvest the fruit before they do it again. And we did.
The living room was full with rambutan fruit, man. Hehehehehe...
I had one good memory about the rambutan fruit. One afternoon our door was knocked by a man. He blushed when he asked us permittion to let him pick the fruit. We looked at each other. Was he kidding? The fruit was still very green. Was he serious asking green fruit? He said that it was for his wife. She was pregnant and the baby wanted it. Wow... so it's not just a myth.
They thanked us when we let him take as many as the baby want. We were glad that we did a good thing. They wouldn't have a drooling baby.
Slingshot
The cut rambutan tree grew again and produced lots of fruit. We shared it with the neighbor.
When Pinky house was sold, the new owner cut it to the root to rebuilding. We lost it for good. Bye bye, tree. We love you!
Believe it or not, the rambutan tree in front of Pinky house had the best rambutan fruit ever! It was really delicious so it dragged people to steal and even rob it. Uh huh.
The thick and juicy flesh... sweet yet firm, you would never get enough. The amazing thing was even though it was still greenish yellow, it was already edible and sweet.
Did the ghost has something to do with it? (remember the "old man" who lived there I told you in #2?). Of course not. It's purely the gene, I think.
It was the only tree in Pinky house (there was papaya in the open space inside the house, but it's not really a tree, right?). It was pretty big, gave us the shade and lots lots of yield.
But, it also gave us trouble.
With the size of the tree, it certainly had big canopy, meaning it has abundant leaves. The leaves of course didn't stick forever on the branch. They fell. All over. When the day was windy, they travelled far away to the neighbor's land, to the street, to places that give people that look. Hmm... Some neighbors were mad at me because of that. We actually had a sweeping yard schedule, but it seemed that it wasn't an interesting activity (right!). So, sometimes some people missed their turns. I was one of them, occasionally. But it was better than didn't sweep or care at all, right? (excuse..hehehe). The point was, the neighbors complained and grumbled when the leaves scattered everywhere. Sometimes they directly said it and sometimes they swept the leaves on their territory to ours.
I believed they hated us...
One day there was a big wind and rain and some branches broke. They leaned to the street, almost blocked the half of it. People came and asked us to clean the mess, by ourselves. No help at all. Guess we had to learn the lesson... We (four of us..the rest wasn't at home, I think) did the best as we could. We cut the branch with kitchen knives and cutter ...hahahaha.. What do you expect? Those tools were the only thing we had, man. You can imagine how long we had to finish the work. A whole day. Worse thing was, as always, the garbage man didn't take tree stuffs in his cart unless we paid more. So we took the branches to the open space and dried them and burnt them once in a while... creating smoke which once again would be the matter of grumble to the neighbor. Hahaha... were we that bad??
By the way, I took pictures of us doing that tree labor work. It was fun actually.
The incident about rambutan tree was not only that. The peak was when the neighbors suddenly did an ambush to it. At their boiling point, being bothered and annoyed by the tree, they couldn't say by us literally, right, they brought saw, chopping knife and such one morning and cut the tree!!! Seriously, man. They did cut the tree, left nothing but the main trunk!
What?????? We were choked. They cut it without permittion to the owner (the owner didn't live in Pinky house, so basically we were on our own). But the worst feeling was that we couldn't pick rambutan fruit anymore. Loosing the delightful wonderful heavenly taste of the fruit gave us a terrible shock wave. Noooooooooooooooooooooooo...!!! Why us? Why????
They did hate us.
I thought because they envied us. We had such glorious rambutan tree and they didn't. Well, they had some rambutan trees, but the fruit was nothing compare to ours. You know something ironic? They did like our fruit. We often did a surveillance behind the drape, they didn't realized being watched, and caught them stealing the fruit. Not stealing if you took bags of it, right? So it was a robbery. And not only one of head of family who did that. The fathers, the mothers, the children and relatives took the fruit without permittion. Huh!!
It was a war then!
We told the owner about the "oppression" that we were going through and he gave us the green signal to harvest the fruit before they do it again. And we did.
The living room was full with rambutan fruit, man. Hehehehehe...
I had one good memory about the rambutan fruit. One afternoon our door was knocked by a man. He blushed when he asked us permittion to let him pick the fruit. We looked at each other. Was he kidding? The fruit was still very green. Was he serious asking green fruit? He said that it was for his wife. She was pregnant and the baby wanted it. Wow... so it's not just a myth.
They thanked us when we let him take as many as the baby want. We were glad that we did a good thing. They wouldn't have a drooling baby.
Slingshot
The cut rambutan tree grew again and produced lots of fruit. We shared it with the neighbor.
When Pinky house was sold, the new owner cut it to the root to rebuilding. We lost it for good. Bye bye, tree. We love you!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Pinky Story # 3 Sneak Peep
When my grandma visited my boarding house, the Pinky house, her first statement was "This house has no fence, what if a rapist comes in? And look in the back, there's male boarding house right on the side, what if those men jump in to this house and rape you girls? There's no landlady or maid here, you girls live on your own, it's so dangerous."
Whattt???? She didn't worry about the thieves, robbers, con men, or even run away prisoners, but rapist. Right.
It never occured to our mind that such crook might be around. Could it? Really?
Thanks God we were perfectly fine till we left Pinky house. No such incident.
But, we did have a problem with one guy in the back boarding house. We called him "Si Gondrong".
Pinky house was kind of open house. It had the main house and some rooms on the side of the main house. In between was just open space, quite large, where we usually hung out and did some activities. There was an open second floor for drying laundry on the back which became the border with another boarding house, that male boarding house. And of course as a crucial spot, we went there a lot. The coincidence was, the male boarding house also had laundry-drying spot right across ours. So basically when we dried our laundry and they did too, we could see each other clearly. Or when those guys were on laundry-drying spot, they could see us if we were at the open space (sweeping the floor, having chit chat while doing house chores there, entering the rooms, lawn mowing ect).
Since some of us wore veil, we had to hide if we saw one of those guys at the laundry-drying spot (we wore casual outfit if we were in the house). We survived pretty well, though sometimes got caught for a glance before we actually had time to hide.
The problem was, there was one guy (Si Gondrong, or course) who was kind of interested more and more to catch us running. I didn't know when it started but we saw him staying on that spot more than others. When we gathered and had great conversation, suddenly we heard chuckle. And when we looked above he was there (wraaaaghhh... then we ran like rabbit). When we cleaned the house suddenly we felt that someone was watching, and it was right. He stood there, smiling and staring at us. Even when we went upstair to dry the laundry, he would know and immediately came out and stayed there to see us. He then tried to make comment, or tease.
His presence became a plague and we felt uncomfortable to be around in the open space, worrying he might peep on us. We didn't have that sort of issue before (the other members on that boarding house were polite guys and ever bothered us) and he ruined our routine.
I remember one day I dried my laundry, I didn't wear my veil at that time, and somehow he knew my presence then he stayed on spot. Not only stayed but also made effort to see across. I saw his head leaned to catch the glimpse. I had to stick and flat myself to the wall like spiderman to avoid his reach. Worst thing, it happened for a quite long time with the hot sun shone right to me that you could boil an egg on your head. I was glued to the wall, sweating, cursing and he just stayed there, made some noise drawing attention. That crazy Gondrong!
His friend ever said that si Gondrong wanted to know us that's why he did such thing, what a lousy excuse. Peeping was certainly not a good way to introduce youself, right?
Surprise surprise. When we had already branded him as "abnormal disease", we had to leave Pinky house to move to another boarding house since it would be sold. Guess where we lived? Next to his boarding house, right on the side, only separated by wall. Again. Huh.
Whattt???? She didn't worry about the thieves, robbers, con men, or even run away prisoners, but rapist. Right.
It never occured to our mind that such crook might be around. Could it? Really?
Thanks God we were perfectly fine till we left Pinky house. No such incident.
But, we did have a problem with one guy in the back boarding house. We called him "Si Gondrong".
Pinky house was kind of open house. It had the main house and some rooms on the side of the main house. In between was just open space, quite large, where we usually hung out and did some activities. There was an open second floor for drying laundry on the back which became the border with another boarding house, that male boarding house. And of course as a crucial spot, we went there a lot. The coincidence was, the male boarding house also had laundry-drying spot right across ours. So basically when we dried our laundry and they did too, we could see each other clearly. Or when those guys were on laundry-drying spot, they could see us if we were at the open space (sweeping the floor, having chit chat while doing house chores there, entering the rooms, lawn mowing ect).
Since some of us wore veil, we had to hide if we saw one of those guys at the laundry-drying spot (we wore casual outfit if we were in the house). We survived pretty well, though sometimes got caught for a glance before we actually had time to hide.
The problem was, there was one guy (Si Gondrong, or course) who was kind of interested more and more to catch us running. I didn't know when it started but we saw him staying on that spot more than others. When we gathered and had great conversation, suddenly we heard chuckle. And when we looked above he was there (wraaaaghhh... then we ran like rabbit). When we cleaned the house suddenly we felt that someone was watching, and it was right. He stood there, smiling and staring at us. Even when we went upstair to dry the laundry, he would know and immediately came out and stayed there to see us. He then tried to make comment, or tease.
His presence became a plague and we felt uncomfortable to be around in the open space, worrying he might peep on us. We didn't have that sort of issue before (the other members on that boarding house were polite guys and ever bothered us) and he ruined our routine.
I remember one day I dried my laundry, I didn't wear my veil at that time, and somehow he knew my presence then he stayed on spot. Not only stayed but also made effort to see across. I saw his head leaned to catch the glimpse. I had to stick and flat myself to the wall like spiderman to avoid his reach. Worst thing, it happened for a quite long time with the hot sun shone right to me that you could boil an egg on your head. I was glued to the wall, sweating, cursing and he just stayed there, made some noise drawing attention. That crazy Gondrong!
His friend ever said that si Gondrong wanted to know us that's why he did such thing, what a lousy excuse. Peeping was certainly not a good way to introduce youself, right?
Surprise surprise. When we had already branded him as "abnormal disease", we had to leave Pinky house to move to another boarding house since it would be sold. Guess where we lived? Next to his boarding house, right on the side, only separated by wall. Again. Huh.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Pinky Story # 2 The Ghost of You
Last night I watched "Alone" alone. Guess what, I swicthed my player off before the film ended. Lately I kind of "feel" something. Maybe it's just me.
First night at Pinky house I couldn't sleep well. I had a list to do for my campus initiation. But there was another thing that shocked me to my throat.
The sound of spooky little bells! I still had a thought stuck on my mind, a story that I heard when I was a little girl. My friend said when you heard the sound of little bells, it meant that there was a living skeleton walking around your house.
My heart was pounding really hard imagining that horrible creature passing by my room. What got my nerve was that sound sometimes dissapeared and sometimes could be heard again. What did the ghost want? Dry my blood?
Being tortured by the sound, I decided to face my fear. I made up my mind to go out and see the living skeleton itself. So when I heard the sound from the distance I went out.
There was a light and the ringing sound came closer... my knees started trembling. Okay... I was ready to pass out nicely.
Then the truth was revealed. One moment you were scared to death, the next moment you couldn't stop laughing. I suddenly felt that I was so silly.
You know what "the ghost" really was? Sate Madura vendor!
Yes. The vendors used a boat-like cart and put some little bells on the wheel axis to let their precence known by customers. What a silly fear indeed. Hahaha.
After knowing that, I wasn't afraid anymore. I was even happy when I heard that sound coz I liked sate Madura!
First fear was out. Next one was awaiting. Well, it's not a fear. It's just weird experience. One night, almost dawn actually, I was awake when I overheard something. A sound of gamelan. Really? In this hour?? Who would play that??
I listened carefully to that sound, making sure that I wasn't dreaming. Yes, it was gamelan. I wondered how dilligent Jogja people were, rehearsing this early. Then I wasn't sure...
I told some people about this experience and they said that it was a common thing for newcomers when they heard such thing. It meant that they were welcome and they would feel Jogja as their home. Wow...
True or not, believe it or not, I do feel Jogja as my second home and I did live there for years.
Pinky house didn't give me horrifying experience in term of "the other world", but my friends did experience that. A friend of my boarding house friend had an ability seeing "things". He said that there was "an old man" living in this house, on Rambutan tree particularly. He was okay. Meant that he didn't like to disturb the residents. Good for him. Us. Whatever.
Yeah, no one wanted to be disturbed, especially by transparent creature.
But, what my other boarding house friend experienced was pretty thrilling. She had that kind of ability to see things too, but most of the time she met the dark ones. I remember one day she ran from the bathroom and entered my room, shaking. She was still wet in her towel. She said that she saw "a man" in the bathroom, on the wall.
Okay, who could believe that when it happened at noon? But, she was really pale and shocked.
Another day she said that that night she was forced to leave her bedroom by a demonic creature. It shook her bed and asked her to go. It wasn't a dream coz she was awake at the moment.
Then again, I didn't really believe it nor ignore it. That world is beyond my senses to see. And somehow I hope that I won't meet it personally. No, thank you.
But, we do feel when something is different sometimes. We get the goosebump, feel the chill. Actually we have the "device", just not improved or maybe we don't want it improved. Like one time when my boarding house friends and I tried to look for a house to rent. When I entered a house in Karangwuni, especially on the well and kitchen...suddenly I felt the shiver and my heart said "I'm not gonna live in this house". So when my friends asked my opinion I just said "NO WAY." Maybe we can call it instict or conscious or sixth sense. Whatever we name it, it helps us to decide what's good for us.
Sling shot.
I was quite mischievous, you know. I had long hair up to my back and one night I made a prank on my friends. There were three girls (Ely, Danik and Lia) in Ely's room. They were having a nice conversation when I suddenly showed up on the window, with my long hair covering my face. I just stood still until they realized being watched and when they saw the figure with such hair, they thought I was a ghost and they scream to their hearts content then covered themselves with pillows. And I laughed so hard. Gotcha!
First night at Pinky house I couldn't sleep well. I had a list to do for my campus initiation. But there was another thing that shocked me to my throat.
The sound of spooky little bells! I still had a thought stuck on my mind, a story that I heard when I was a little girl. My friend said when you heard the sound of little bells, it meant that there was a living skeleton walking around your house.
My heart was pounding really hard imagining that horrible creature passing by my room. What got my nerve was that sound sometimes dissapeared and sometimes could be heard again. What did the ghost want? Dry my blood?
Being tortured by the sound, I decided to face my fear. I made up my mind to go out and see the living skeleton itself. So when I heard the sound from the distance I went out.
There was a light and the ringing sound came closer... my knees started trembling. Okay... I was ready to pass out nicely.
Then the truth was revealed. One moment you were scared to death, the next moment you couldn't stop laughing. I suddenly felt that I was so silly.
You know what "the ghost" really was? Sate Madura vendor!
Yes. The vendors used a boat-like cart and put some little bells on the wheel axis to let their precence known by customers. What a silly fear indeed. Hahaha.
After knowing that, I wasn't afraid anymore. I was even happy when I heard that sound coz I liked sate Madura!
First fear was out. Next one was awaiting. Well, it's not a fear. It's just weird experience. One night, almost dawn actually, I was awake when I overheard something. A sound of gamelan. Really? In this hour?? Who would play that??
I listened carefully to that sound, making sure that I wasn't dreaming. Yes, it was gamelan. I wondered how dilligent Jogja people were, rehearsing this early. Then I wasn't sure...
I told some people about this experience and they said that it was a common thing for newcomers when they heard such thing. It meant that they were welcome and they would feel Jogja as their home. Wow...
True or not, believe it or not, I do feel Jogja as my second home and I did live there for years.
Pinky house didn't give me horrifying experience in term of "the other world", but my friends did experience that. A friend of my boarding house friend had an ability seeing "things". He said that there was "an old man" living in this house, on Rambutan tree particularly. He was okay. Meant that he didn't like to disturb the residents. Good for him. Us. Whatever.
Yeah, no one wanted to be disturbed, especially by transparent creature.
But, what my other boarding house friend experienced was pretty thrilling. She had that kind of ability to see things too, but most of the time she met the dark ones. I remember one day she ran from the bathroom and entered my room, shaking. She was still wet in her towel. She said that she saw "a man" in the bathroom, on the wall.
Okay, who could believe that when it happened at noon? But, she was really pale and shocked.
Another day she said that that night she was forced to leave her bedroom by a demonic creature. It shook her bed and asked her to go. It wasn't a dream coz she was awake at the moment.
Then again, I didn't really believe it nor ignore it. That world is beyond my senses to see. And somehow I hope that I won't meet it personally. No, thank you.
But, we do feel when something is different sometimes. We get the goosebump, feel the chill. Actually we have the "device", just not improved or maybe we don't want it improved. Like one time when my boarding house friends and I tried to look for a house to rent. When I entered a house in Karangwuni, especially on the well and kitchen...suddenly I felt the shiver and my heart said "I'm not gonna live in this house". So when my friends asked my opinion I just said "NO WAY." Maybe we can call it instict or conscious or sixth sense. Whatever we name it, it helps us to decide what's good for us.
Sling shot.
I was quite mischievous, you know. I had long hair up to my back and one night I made a prank on my friends. There were three girls (Ely, Danik and Lia) in Ely's room. They were having a nice conversation when I suddenly showed up on the window, with my long hair covering my face. I just stood still until they realized being watched and when they saw the figure with such hair, they thought I was a ghost and they scream to their hearts content then covered themselves with pillows. And I laughed so hard. Gotcha!
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Pinky Story - Episode # 1 Intro
What doesn't kill you make you strong ( a line in some movies)
Once upon a time in Blora (really classic, huh?), in the afternoon exactly, there was a girl who stood by the door mumbling about her future (that was me). "Mom, will I be able to enter the state university?" I asked my mom. "Yes. My feeling said that you'll be in," said mom. Guess what, less than a minute she said that, a postman came and handed me a letter from Gadjah Mada University (this might sound like a fiction scene for you, but it's true, man. Miracle indeed happens once in a while). It was said that I was accepted at Gadjah Mada University, Faculty of Forestry majoring Forest Product Technology. Yaaaay!
I was so ready to leave the house, man. Imagined having my own room (all my life at home I shared room with my sister and my brother) and how I would decorate it gave me a thrill. I was going to fly!
Some days after that my dad took me to Jogja (I hadn't been to Jogja, nor he had) and asked my uncle help to accompany us. My uncle lived in Klaten. I was quite stressed up with the papers stuff and the fact that I would be living alone (it was fun when first time I imagined but then I got chickened out), so it gave me high blood pressure..hehehe. Not that high actually...just higher than normal. Same thing.
I was fortunate coz I had already had a friend who lived in Jogja earlier. She passed the PMDK test and got herself a boarding house. I asked her whether there's another room available and there was. I lived next to her room then. This friend of mine was Leny Yuliati, a very brilliant girl. She's one of the smartest people in this world. Made me wonder what she ate that she could understand all those carbon chains, freaky math calculations, and all other stuffs that gave me goosebump at school. You rock, Len!
This boarding house would be called Pinky House later. The house that I lived for some wonderful years. The house that taught me very valuable lessons and experiences. The house that gave me true friends. The house that was named "Disaster" as well...
First Issue: GHOST
Once upon a time in Blora (really classic, huh?), in the afternoon exactly, there was a girl who stood by the door mumbling about her future (that was me). "Mom, will I be able to enter the state university?" I asked my mom. "Yes. My feeling said that you'll be in," said mom. Guess what, less than a minute she said that, a postman came and handed me a letter from Gadjah Mada University (this might sound like a fiction scene for you, but it's true, man. Miracle indeed happens once in a while). It was said that I was accepted at Gadjah Mada University, Faculty of Forestry majoring Forest Product Technology. Yaaaay!
I was so ready to leave the house, man. Imagined having my own room (all my life at home I shared room with my sister and my brother) and how I would decorate it gave me a thrill. I was going to fly!
Some days after that my dad took me to Jogja (I hadn't been to Jogja, nor he had) and asked my uncle help to accompany us. My uncle lived in Klaten. I was quite stressed up with the papers stuff and the fact that I would be living alone (it was fun when first time I imagined but then I got chickened out), so it gave me high blood pressure..hehehe. Not that high actually...just higher than normal. Same thing.
I was fortunate coz I had already had a friend who lived in Jogja earlier. She passed the PMDK test and got herself a boarding house. I asked her whether there's another room available and there was. I lived next to her room then. This friend of mine was Leny Yuliati, a very brilliant girl. She's one of the smartest people in this world. Made me wonder what she ate that she could understand all those carbon chains, freaky math calculations, and all other stuffs that gave me goosebump at school. You rock, Len!
This boarding house would be called Pinky House later. The house that I lived for some wonderful years. The house that taught me very valuable lessons and experiences. The house that gave me true friends. The house that was named "Disaster" as well...
First Issue: GHOST
to be continued....
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