There is Something about Museum

There is something about museums that always throws me to the yester-years. It probably has something to do with childhood.
Both my parents were officers in the Indonesian Air Force. When I was elementary-school of age, my mom worked in Museum Satria Mandala and my dad worked in the military building next to Museum Nasional. Whenever my school holiday came and/or whenever my maids thought taking care of me was more of a burden than an enjoyment, my parents would take turn taking me to their office. Err… not really their office. They would take me to the museum in the morning, leave me to wander around in the museum, get me in the afternoon for lunch, return me to the museum until their office hour ended. Sounds horrible? Not really. I felt at home instantly from the first day of my museum life.

In Museum Satria Mandala, I made friends with the guards, who were all my mom’s colleagues. I didn’t like the old planes exhibited there because they were rusty and it was a bit hot to wander around in the field. I liked the room filled with old flags and weapons, though. Some people told me the room was haunted, but I had no problems with whoever haunted the room at that time. They probably thought it was useless to play with me.

In Museum Nasional, my dad asked the guard (at that time) to keep an eye of me. I could wander around the inside of the museum but he wouldn’t let me out of the front door. It was my dad’s specific instruction. I guess it was lucky for me that time people were still nice and kind and honest they wouldn’t try to kidnap me. Or perhaps I was too handful to be kidnapped. My favorite place in Museum Nasional was around the old statues. I was so amazed by the big statue of Adhityavarman that I named my imaginary friend Aditya. That just shows you how mental I was.

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Pilosopi Klepon

kleponKlepon, si makanan kampung ini tidak mudah dicari di kota. Setidaknya, tidak mudah dicari di tempat saya tinggal. Klepon yang bulat hijau berbalut taburan kelapa dengan isi gula merah cair mengandung filosofi yang dalem. Memakan klepon itu harus sekaligus satu butir. Tidak boleh digigit di tengahnya karena niscaya gula merah cair di dalamnya akan menyemprot kemana-mana membuat anda dan pembantu anda menyumpah-nyumpah karena noda gula merah susah hilangnya bila mengenai baju. Saat memakan klepon pun mulut anda harus mingkem sempurna dengan alasan yang sama seperti di atas. Lalu apa filosofinya?

Cara makan klepon itu mengajarkan kita saya untuk menahan mulut dan sensasi apapun yang saya rasakan saat ingin mengucap. Saya harus memikirkan dulu apa yang mau saya ucapkan beberapa saat karena kalau saya tidak sabaran dan main njeplak, gula merah itu akan muncrat kemana-mana yang nantinya saya sesali. Ngerti kan?

Amaryllis. Or Hippeastrum.

I took this pictures in Cisarua, Puncak, West Java. I always love the flowers but also always hesitate to plant them at home for various reasons: the soil condition at home, the temperature at home, and the complicated care needed. I’m afraid I screw up planting it and end up feeling sorry whenever I see the plants naked without flowers.

Amaryllis flower is actually an Hippeastrum. Many (common) people mistakenly call this Hippeastrum flower as Amaryllis. Probably because Amaryllis is a much prettier name and much easier name to say.ย The flowers come in many colors and variations. Hippeastrum means a horseman’s star, while the flower’s common name, Amaryllis, means sparkling. While the name Amaryllis comes from a Greek Mythology, the name Hippeastrum comes from some Englishman. Probably it is because no Greek god/goddess want to be called Hippeastrum. Now, let me tell you a bit about the story of Amaryllis (because the story of a horseman’s star is absolutely boring).

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This must be Chrysanthemum

I was just flipping through my old album when I found pictures of Chrysanthemum. I wrote about the flowers before but then my friend said the flowers were Gerbera, and not Chrysanthemum.

I took pictures of these flowers when I was biking along the main road in Honjo, Saitama, Japan, some 4 years ago. Yes, these flowers were wild, but at that time they made a really beautiful view. I stopped my bike at that time and got off just to be able to take the pictures. I was in the pavement next to a big main road, mind you, and the wind was blowing hard. Papap and Hikari patiently waited for me a few meters away. Come to think of it, perhaps they didn’t want anyone to relate them with me ๐Ÿ™‚ .

What makes me sad now is my stupidity when I stored these pictures. Accidentally I reduced the size of the pictures! Now, they are… small ๐Ÿ™ The original posting is here.

I’ll try to find the original files and hopefully I can add more pictures to these beautiful yellows below.

Chrysanthemum in Seruni

I took this picture at Seruni Hotel in Cisarua. I just found out later that Seruni is indeed the Indonesian name for Chrysanthemum. I thought it was only Krisan. So this is Seruni, my dear friends!

Seruni is apparently Japanese national flower. It is called Kikuka. The symbol of this flower often appears in flags, crests, traditional uniforms (kimono used by imperial family), etc. The emperor uses this flower as his official seal and his throne is called a chrysanthemum throne. Funny though. When I was there, I saw more roses than this flower in all cities that I visited.

Update: A friend of mine said that these flowers are probably Gerbera LOL