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I just dunno why .. I love this photograph much!

Took by my friend when (I still have those chubby cheeks, lol) we're in TransJogja for going away to go to Benteng Vredeburg

I Love You, Friends

Could you see my name, Desi Puspitasari, among those names?

Ditulis rame-rame oleh Tasaro Gk, Sinta Yudisia, Melvi Yendra, Ifa Avianty, Ade Nastiti, Desi Puspitasari, Lia Octavia, Fatih Beeman, Ummu Ragib, Sitty Asiah, Riza Rahmi, Hayati Rahmah, Azzura Dayana, dll.

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I Love You, Friends!
Kisah-kisah Mengharukan tentang Persahabatan
Lingkar Pena Publishing House, Juni 2010
ISBN 978-602-8436-60-1

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SINOPSIS

Friendship isn't how you forget but how you forgive,
Not how you listen but how you understand,
Not what you see but what you feel,
and not how you let go but how you hold on. (Anonymous)

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Saking ‘hebat’nya makna sahabat, Aristoteles sampai mengatakan bahwa sahabat laksana satu jiwa yang terdapat dalam dua tubuh. Dan lihatlah, betapa memang sahabat dihargai karena kesetiaannya dan penerimaannya terhadap apa adanya kita, bukan terhadap ada-apanya kita.

Tapi, apa yang terjadi jika sahabat kita berubah? Atau bahkan, tanpa kita sadari kitalah yang berubah sebagai sahabat?
Kisah-kisah nyata di dalam buku ini bercerita tentang segala hal yang dapat terjadi di dalam sebuah persahabatan. Kegembiraan, kehebohan, kemarahan, tangisan, hingga kehadiran cinta yang terasa unik.

Sangat inspiratif, menggetarkan, dan mengajak kita untuk meninjau ulang relief persahabatan yang kita miliki. Masihkah ia berharga, atau tak perlu lagi kita jaga?

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Yay, yeap, this is my newest book (you can read one of my written in it) with others.

Please, enjoy :)

I Ever Got a Poem

Maybe im a kinda inspiring girl (or woman?). Lol.

This is a poem from my friend Lian Kagura. I just found it in my campur-aduk folder when I was looking for some old file. I thought this is like a cute memory to share it here. It was about a year ago—more.

[PUISI] MENUNGGU DESI

Menunggumu Desi


Adalah senja yang patah di persimpangan jalan itu

Sementara orangorang lalu lalang dan Bus Trans Yogja pergi pulang

Di sepanjang jalan itu pohonpohon lindap dalam gema



Dialek jawa dan suara mesin kereta

Seperti menarik kita pada pergantian detik yang lama

Lalu waktu adalah sepasang rel

Yang merindu di Stasiun Tugu



Menunggumu Desi



Adalah jalan Malioboro yang riuh

Sederet warung lesehan dan toko batik

Yang lampulampunya nyaris membutakan mata kita

Kemudian barisan motor yang berjejer di sepanjang trotoar

Obrolan orangorang dan senyuman manis para turis

Dan malam menyerap aroma keringat kita

Yang mengental pada cuaca



Di gaduh jalan itu aku masih dapat menangkap sungai

Yang mengalir lambatlambat di kepalamu dan pencarian entingenting itu

Adalah petualangan pertamaku. Ah, bulan di atas jalan belum juga

Menampakan wajahnya yang lucu. Sedang kedua temanku sibuk

Membekap bayangbayang lampu di sekitar kita. Sampai aroma lapar

Membangkitkan segala selera dan kita berjalan ke arah utara



Menunggumu Desi



Adalah kopi yang tumpah di malam itu

Nasi kucing dan beberapa gorengan kering



Bagaimana bila kita dudukduduk sambil terus menertawakan diri

Dalam remang dan selembar tikar. Sebentar kita teringat pada

Perjalanan panjang menyusuri rel dari stasiun ke stasiun

Sementara kecurigaan kita pada arang yang berenang

Di dalam gelas kopi mulai menghilang

Kemudian orangorang semakin riuh di jalanan



2009


Sweet, eh?

You can also read it here

Coffee

What do I miss so much when i'm getting fasting--just like for today?

COFFEE--with a very special capital

Angle

My future big dream is becomin' fotographer. I still only bein' a writer right now, collecting money to buy digital SLR. Someday, sooner, i hope i can reach the next profession, so I can be a writer also photographer. Amien.

Last Sunday, I went Keraton Yogyakarta with my two girl friends. There, with my friend's digital pocket camera i took some pictures. And with a lil' bit editing with photoscape, here there are the result of my shoots. Enjoy :)

model: Leny Dewi

photographer: Desi Puspitasari

stuff: Gusnita Aini's digital pocket camera

Location: kraton Yogyakarta

And this is me with my model, lol

Kota Gede on Sunday

I had a very beautiful sunny day on this Sunday. Spent almost three or four hours with walked, took photographs, and ate with my lovely bestfriend, Gusnita.

Well this is about Kota Gede. I took it from here.

Kota Gede also known as Pasar Gede - is an archaeological site in Yogyakarta that contains the remains of the kraton (palace), the royal graveyard, and royal mosque of Mataram, dated from the late 1500s and early 1600s.

The honorable name of this location in a higher and more respectful level of Javanese language (Kromo) is Pasar Gede.

There are many legends and local tales connects the site to the Mataram palace, however much of the physical remnants of the palace and the capital city are already destroyed. The only parts that remains quite intact are the Kota Gede royal mosque, the royal graveyard (precursor to Imogiri), and a few sections of the original palace walls.

The city lost its prestigue when the center of power was shifted to Kartasura near modern Surakarta. The city further lost its political and cultural significance after replaced by Imogiri as the royal cemetery for the sultanates. Later sultanate of Mataram was split between Yogyakarta Sultanate and Surakarta.

The Royal Graveyard holds important graves that trace connections of Mataram with earlier kingdoms, and the placement of the graves within the covered area of the graveyard can be considered as a physical representation of 'silsilah' or genealogy of the rulers and their progenitors. It is guarded and maintained by Juru Kunci who are employed by the two palaces of Yogyakarta and Surakarta.

In mid-twentieth century, Kota Gede became synonymous with silverworks and silver handycrafts, since the area has become the home of silversmith in Yogyakarta. At the time of Indonesian independence in the 1940s, and after considerable promotion and publicity to the silverworks within this locality, Kota Gede gain popularity as the center of Javanese silver handycraft.

During the expansion of Yogyakarta city in the late twentieth century, Kota Gede was absorbed into Yogyakarta and has become merely a suburb within the city.

And you can also read about Kota Gede in here.

Well, and here are our photographs. Enjoy :)





These are in front of some old houses near Masjid Agung. We just walked through narrow street beside the mosque.



Love this green and beautiful house. The wall wrapped by leaves--i don't know what the plant name.

And these... i took her in narrow street of Kota Gede--i don't what it is name too (pardonezz moi). It almost crowded. Motorcycle or bicycle passed between us. Need a ot patient waiting the street to be a little quiet--no vehicles passed front of us.

Opiate

Livin’ in two different worlds.

As a writer sometime I always feel like livin’ in two different worlds (btw, d’ya see that? I combined ‘sometime’ and ‘always’ in one sentence… lol). Well, between fiction and reality. When I do write for a very long day continuously, I feel like im livin’ in fiction world. I will flying back in reality when I do pray, eat, or, go to bathroom. Sleeping? Yes, im still in fiction world. I do think about the story and noreckon with my own life.

Live in fiction world feels so… yummy! Like when you take some drugs or alcohol then you ‘fly’ because of it—but in a positive feel. Just like watching people doing their activities, facing their problem, and finding out the way out in a grey situation. You can touching it by your finger, eyes, skin, body, ears, and stay in it like in peacefully world—though it’s not really peacefull. You’ll find the bitternes reality of life when you type ‘the-end’. Believe me. I always felt that feeling. Because what you have to do next is editing—and it’s in a very different emotion than writing it.

Fortunately, my parents understood when im starting drowning in fiction atmosphere. Sitting and typing a thousand words for hours. My Mum just only said, ‘would you mind to stop your activitiy and start having dinner (or lunch) for a while?’

Well, fiction atmosphere and the livin’ activities in it just like an opiate, if you know what I mean ;)

Ps: why do I lost my English (speak or write) capability? My fingers just got confused while typin’ in English. Poor me. How do I missed myself when in junior and senior high school. (talking or writing in) English just like my daily food—did it easily

Ps 2: i don't know why, recently i love to read about Neil Gaiman and start realize that he's very cute (omg, cute? lol. im not a teenager anymore--and the 'cute' isn't the suitable word for him)

Sunday

What a beautiful Sunday morning. I got a white cup of brown coffee and pillow bread with pineapple jar inside it for breakfast. And the sun, as usual, shines brightly. Too bright—makes you sweat all day long.

Today, this morning, my father has been asked by our neighbor to accompany him to take some pictures in a mosque not far away from our house. Before they went to the mosque, my Dad asked me to borrowed him my pocket cam-dig. He also took our (family) analog SLR. Pentax MX and Pentax ME (I got Pentax MX, and Pentax ME for my little sister [she’s in heaven right now, and how I miss her so much]). He checked those camera and picked the MX one—23 negatives in it already used.

Then I asked my father, not in seriously mode. “Dad, why don’t you buy the digital one (DSLR—red)?

”Well, it doesn’t matter as long as the lens is Pentax.”

”You can get the Pentax’s lens and also the body.”

”Okey, no problem.”

Woho… yippie! Does it mean that my father have no problem if someday I ask him to bought me the new Pentax DSLR—after I mention the price (read: ask his money to buy that camera)? I hope so!

Well, I’ve seach about that camera. It’s about 13 million—9 or 10 or 12 for the body and its fixed lens. And for the rest money maybe I'll use it to buy the other lens—tele and fish eye. Well that’s (very) enough for the beginning. Hehe.

Amen!

Letter

After sending MILCH heavy-thick-script (1) , Phil Collins sent a short message to my mobile phone. He said, ‘Desi, you can't hurry love. No, you’ll have just to wait... (2)”. He's right. Thanks for your attention, Uncle Phil.

(1) I don’t know what’s the exactly English word for naskah. So I took the middle way (read it: jalan tengah, lol). I combined it from three words: heavy (from 150 pages), thick (just imagine how thick my MILCH was—150 pages of 70 grams paper), and script (which is better—manuscript or script?). Genious, eh?

(2) It is from Phil Collins You Can’t Hurry Love lyrics.

And that’s what I do for about a month. Waiting for Gramedia’s letter. Well, our relationship like any kind of pen-pal (lol).



You’ll get three letters when you sent your heavy-thick-script to Gramedia :

First: announcement letter—they have accepted your scipt. (Like what Phil Collins said) you have to wait cos they need about 3 months to make decision—to publish your story or not.

Twice: (still) announcement letter—wheter they accept your script or not. If they like your story and decide to publish it, you’ll asked to send your softcopy script—could be by email or burned it into cd. And you’ll get third letter. But if they don’t, you’ll get no more letter.

Third: SPP (Surat Perjanjian Penerbitan—cmiiw. I left my SPP in Yogya, and im not really sure what’s SPP stand for). There are a lot of point that arrange how your written be published and how they’ll pay you.

And today I get a letter from Gramedia. First letter. They asked me to wait—as I told on point one. Frankly, Im not quite pretty sure that they’ll accept my MILCH story. Well, err… I still could see holes among MILCH that I’ve wrote. It-was-just-not-a-perfect-story.

But I did hard work on that. I shan't be pesimist. I’ve to stop thinkin’ about my own worry. Go optimist and pray to God that Gramedia will agree to publish my MILCH script. I still have a lot of time to re-edit it again and again before the editor says, ’okey, I’ll print your story and in a few months it’s gonna be ready in bookstores. Tell your friends to save their money first, to get ready to buy your book later.’

If they accept it. Oh, they must.

Well, they’ll accept MILCH. I do really hope so. And it’s gonna be my fourth novel. Oh-oh… Amen!

Writing Tonite

Now im workin’ on Iris and Irene—my new novel project. Well, it started yesterday, but I got 13 pages for today. Im a really great-faster-beautiful-writer right? Lol. No. I’ve made a little draft, seemed like a very short story, of the Iris thing. So, when I decided to make a new one, I just picked it and re-edited it as a novel. Different type of written then. I mean in my way telling the story.

Well, when I was in toilet, doin’ normal people thing (called it: poop, err… hahaha) , I was thinking to publish it by my own. What does it called? Self-publishing? Yep, that’s it. Then, I imagined how’s Irin and Irene cover. A title, simple drawing (two people on a mringkel-mringkel [what the English of mringkel-mringkel a.k.a bergelombang?] land), and my name. I also thought about my own (future) publisher’ name. Payung. Or maybe Umbrella. It started it from the name of this blog. And then the ‘Payung’ or ‘Umbrella’ typho and logo (a little blue umbrella behind ‘a’ or ‘g’ alphabet). Black on the thypo, and blue for the logo.

Well, I just need to pray and work hard to make it come true (read: get a lot of money to make it real). Amen!

Btw, I named this Iris and Irene project ‘doc3.docx’. I don’t know why, I always feel comfort to write on a doc(1,2, or 3).docx(/rtf) file then ‘named-it-with-title-that-describe-what’s-your-story-tell-about.docx(/rtf). Well, every writer has their own way to write, right?

And this is my facebook status for tonite (or this early morning) : Iris and Irene.nocoffee.lifehouse ft. backyard frogsong.in the middle of the nite.

And enough for this blog. Time to get back to Iris and Irene thing.


Ps: finally I updated this blog (with a very messy English--well, don't care). Aiy!