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Sabine Kuegler has a luxurious existence in Germany, so why does she long for the jungle where she spent her childhood, asks Elizabeth Grice

It is an account of her fabulous childhood in a remote jungle area of West Papua, Indonesia, where she and her family lived among a warmongering tribe untouched by modern civilisation. The stuff of adventure storybooks and the National Geographic. She ate roast bat, crocodile and fat white grubs and hunted birds and wild pig with a bow and arrow. She learnt how to kill poisonous snakes and shared her house with rats, flying cockroaches and spiders as big as dinner plates. Until she was 17, the jungle and its timeless ways were all she knew.

read the story… [source:telegraph.co.uk]

LAPORAN MAJALAH TIME - 24 MEI 1999

MENGENAI HARTA JARAHAN KELUARGA SUHARTO

Penyelidikan TIME ke dalam kekayaan keluarga Suharto dan anak-anaknya menemukan harta jarahan sebesar $ 15 milyar dalam bentuk uang tunai, properti, barang-barang seni, perhiasan dan pesawat-pesawat jet pribadi

Oleh: JOHN COLMEY dan DAVID LIEBHOLD Jakarta

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[picture source: Wikipedia.com]

Amazing two young girls. Incredible parents. A beautiful story:

THE MOST INTIMATE BOND
CONJOINED FOR LIFE, THE HENSEL TWINS ARE A MEDICAL MYSTERY AND A LESSON IN COOPERATION FOR US ALL. [source: Time.com]

A little bit of fun to spice up the day.. try this flash generated palm reading!! huehue..

So these are my readings:

The Life Line
A fork at the end of this line is a sign that you will persue a completley new direction in life. This could mean a change of profession, partner or that you will move abroad…

The Health Line
Lucky you! Its absence is the sign that you are not hampered by those annoying health problems in life.

So, what’s yours?

Ps: ingeeet buat seneng2 aja.. jangan terlalu percaya.. dosa euuy.. huehueuhe..

My grandma’s giving her stuffs away.. which made me the proud owner of two beautiful shawls.. one black and one white.. what made them beautiful is the fact that she made them with her bare hands.. way before she starts loosing her sights to concentrate on tiny details.. way before her hands starts trembling when they are forced to create little knots.. what made them beautiful is the fact that I’ve seen her worn them once too many times back in all of her “going abroad” pictures.. pictures dated from back in the 70s.. in her europe trips.. and oz trips..

Its spring time here.. which is the perfect time for me to start wearing them.. they go well with all kind of outfits.. dressy nor casual.. i can throw in big belts on top of them to make me feel fancy.. i can wear a nice summer dress underneath them to make me look girly.. or even put a vintage twist on top of a rocker outfit.. the most important thing of all is the fact that whenever I wore them, I feel like she’s giving me this big big huge warm hug..

Poso…

quietness is the nonexistent of sound..
d sound of the holly takbir in thy ears..
d sound of glass tingling when me grandma’s preparing warm tea to serve..

darkness is the nonexistent of light..
the soft light that shines me grandma’s living room that is filled with laughter and warm delicious smell of food..
the soft light that shines on each faces brightened with smiles and excitement..

emptyness in thy heart is the nonexistent of those sights..
hollow filled with sorrow craving to be filled..
to be able to see, hear nor touch..
to be able to feel
to fill in thy heart..

Yesterday I read an interesting article at MX.. the free newspaper that you can get at train stations here.. you might remember the shocking incident around last week, that involves a milkman who walked into an amish school, and held hostage all the girls (6-12yrs old), sexually assaulted them (i think?), start killing them one by one execution style (a shot to the head).. Then he killed himself..

It was a sad story, a tragedy..

But yesterday I was touched.. touched by the big-hearted, gracious, and loving touch of the Amish community themself. I read that they have set up a fund, at a local bank, to support for the wife and children of the Murderer’s family to help them through this shocking encounter..

Oh My God.. not only that they are big enough to forgive.. but they are helping the murderer’s family..

Sometimes, when someone do something really bad to us, we tend to want to punish them, and not only him, we usually stereotyped and blacklisted the person’s family as well.. trying to adjust and mend the hurt that’s pounding inside our little hearts by hurting them as well.. we forget that it is not the family’s fault.. nor that the hurt will ever heal by blazing more fire into the pot..

Tho I can’t yet buy my very own first Chanel ummm anything.. I can still certainly drool all over them.. =)

Abis baca2 blog spupu gue.. Jadi kepikiran lagi.. d*mn.. ini lebaran kedua gue ga pulang.. well ketiga kalo mau diitung sama pas dulu di US.. taun lalu gue ga pulang soalnya lagi ujian.. taun ini? duh.. ga brani ijin sama si bos.. dia uring2an mulu.. lagian kasian suami.. taun ini dia yg ujian.. baru juga kawin.. masa lebaran ditinggal.. pdhal si kalo mau jujur kayaknya dia ga perduli huehuehue.. but.. that’s not a way 2 start a new family.. nanti2nya kan musti dibiasain lebaran sama2 gitu loh.. Tapi jadinya gue yg uring2an skarang.. apalagi abis baca blog spupu gue itu.. doooh.. tambah pengen pulaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!!!!!!

Trus.. orang bilang.. doooh Adit ini manja bgt si lebaran aja musti pulang.. yah.. gimana dong.. gue dibesarin terbiasa buat menganggap lebaran hari yg istimewa bgt.. dan kita punya kegiatan rutin tiap taun.. yg slalu gue tunggu2 bgt.. which is.. dari kecil mulai dengan solat Ied.. eh dulu pas gue tinggal di Tj. Barat malah takbiran huehueuhe.. seru abis.. begadang sekuatnya.. pake drumnya mang wawan.. gue jg solat sama2 keluarga dr nyokap yg lain.. terus pas pindah ke Ketapang jg masih sering ikutan solat di Aneka Tambang, tadinya sbelum ada Aneka Tambang kita sholat di lapangan2 di Poltangan.. Nah skarang bgitu pindah ke Duren Tiga gue skeluarga sholat depan rumah.. ada mesjid huehuehue.. percis depan rumah.. jd gampang.. trus kan tetangga2 di Duren Tiga, orang2 kampung belakang suka keliling2 rumah2.. jadi kita ga bisa pergi jauh2.. musti open house.. biasanya Mamah buka salah satu kueh yg dikirim orang.. sama belanja minuman2 botol2an.. sama permen atau coklat.. buat dibagi2in ke orang2.. terus kita smua silahturahmi.. mreka biasanya dtg berbondong2.. dan adek gue yg perempuan, naya suka sok malu2 ngumpet dibalik tiang.. katanya dia terkenal di duran tiga.. jadi kakak maya.. huehuehue gak ngerti yah? itu joke intern..

Abis itu.. kita langsung ke rumah Eyang Miem di Kebayoran Baru.. kalo disana kita makan banyak2 hehehe.. soalnya Eyang sama tante2 gue dari bokap jago masak.. lagian preparation smenjak Enin ketuaan ga masak lagi.. Wak Ceu yg masak.. nah sesayang2nya gue sama Wak Ceu doooh sumpah yaaa.. rasanya manis dan hambar smua.. ga jelas gitu deh.. makanya kita musti makan byk2 di Eyang huehuehue.. makanan istimewa semua disini.. abis makan foto2 hehehe.. harus foto2..

Abis dari Eyang kita baru deh ke Tanjung Barat ngumpul di ENin.. biasanya udah ditungguin buat sungkeman.. rame2.. trus foto2.. sama ENin bagi2in uang.. dulu pas gue kecil kalo puasa stengah hari dpt 500.. kalo sehari penuh 1000.. jadi gue biasanya dpt 30 ribu.. nah gedean dikit mulai deh terawehnya diitung.. kalo ga salah teraweh ditambahin 500.. jadi 45 ribu deh.. lumayan sistem Enin yg begitu.. ngajarin kita buat puasa dan teraweh yg rajin.. bukan karena uangnya sii.. most likely karena kita harus ngebuktiin kita udah gede dan udah musti mampu buat rajin.. soalnya ditanyainnya didepan smuanya heuhuehue.. apalagi gue yg paling tua.. nah sistem kayak gini terus sampe kita lulus sma.. sampe skarang.. kita udah sering minta naik gajih.. soalnya waktu kita kecil 45 ribu banyak bgt.. skarang walopun udah jadi 100 ribu.. tapi huehuehu.. cuman Enin bilang dia ga bisa lagi naekin gajih.. kata dia maklum Enin kan pensiunan.. uang ga nambah cucu ama cicit nambah mulu huehuehue.. But gue udah beberapa taun ga dapet jg.. gue pernah protest tapi katanya kalo udah kerja udah ga keitung.. lagian gue makin tua makin bandel puasanya makin suka bolong.. jadi kan maluuuu.. huehuehue..

Abis pembagian2.. dan foto2.. kita rame2 ke Bogor.. kira2 6/5 mobil deh.. keluarga besar soalnya.. nyekar ke Makam Engki (kakek - suaminya Enin) dan Mang Dade.. almarhumah bokapnya Abi spupu gue.. Nah.. di makam kita biasanya foto2 lagi.. jajan2.. ngasih uang lebaran ke tukang2 minta2.. duduk2 diatas makam orang lain.. berdoa.. sambil ngobrol2.. terus abis itu biasanya kita rame2 makan di Kuring..

Di Kuring.. duh seru banget.. huehueuhe.. walopun menunya tiap taun sama.. dan mnurut gue yah standar.. tapi makanannya cepet bgt datengnya.. trus yah seru karena rame2.. ktawa2.. bcanda2.. waktu gue kecil kita suka maen di ayunan sama perosotannya.. waktu gue abg gue suka dandan abis2an sambil bcentil2.. skarang most likely gue yg penting sama2 keluarga gue.. cause 2 me that’s all that matters..

Abis dari kuring.. keluarga besar baru deh pada mencar.. nah gue sekeluarga biasanya ke makam Eyang Papu.. dijalan pulang.. deket Cikeas situ.. makamnya baguuuus banget walopun kdg2 ga kerawat.. soalnya bukan pemakaman umum sih.. tapi letaknya diatas tebing.. yg masih byk sawahnya.. dulu ada saung tapi dimakanin rayap.. cuman skarang daerah situ udah kebangun gede2an… duh sayang banget deh kalo sampe jadi lautan gedung.. sampingnya aja udah ada pabrik.. pdhal dulu kesitu musti parkir jauuuuh bgt.. jalan pake sendal jepit dan suka liat kueh dari nabi sulaiman kirimin sapi2 di tanah.. ga ngerti kan lo itu apa.. ga pengen jg pastinya ko heheh.. Tapi jalan2 kesitu buat gue slalu kayak piknik.. cuman kita berlima.. Papah, Mamah, Gue, Arya dan Naya.. n it’s our own little thing.. Skarang stelah macet bgt ke cibubur situ.. kita suka ksana jadinya lebaran hari keduanya.. brangkat jam 6 pagi.. sbelom macet dan pulang lagi langsung..

Nah abis nyekar ke Bogor waktu gue kecil kita masih keliling.. ke rumah bos2nya bonyok.. atau Eyang dan Enin lainnya yg aga jauh hubungannya.. tapi makin tua papah mamah udah ga punya bos lagi hehehe.. lagian mreka milih tidur.. capek katanya ngantuk.. biasanya gue protes.. tapi akhirnya ikutan tidur.. yg penting udah puasss..

Hari kedua juga biasanya dirumah open house.. dimulai pas hmm 10 taun lebih yg lalu pas Papah jadi kepala bagian.. eh skarang Mamah jg jadi Kepala bagian.. Bokap gue turun tapi jd direktur.. jd byk yg dtg kerumah.. yg ini aga2 kewajiban sii heuhueuhe… soalnya doh senyum terus.. tapi seneng jg.. makan enak.. terus gue ama adek2 gue bisa ngabur2 dikit keatas atau ke ruang tamu.. ngadem di AC.. yg diluar ga berasa soalnya pintunya kbuka smua hehe.. lagian byk yg kenal dan temen jg.. maksud gue temen nyokap bokap gue.. dan anak2nya hehehe.. tapi ttp seneng ko.. seneng ngeliat nyokap gue yg slalu sukses kalo buat acara.. EO handal emang dia.. Hmm ga tau deh.. acara ini udah 10 taun berlangsung.. cuman ko akhir2 ini kayaknya bonyok gue udah males.. capek aaah katanya gitu.. dan gue juga udah taun kedua ga pulang… (again HIKSSSSS !!!!! ).. Adek gue yg cowok juga kayaknya udah taun kedua ga pulang.. sedihnya..

Sebetulnya pengennya kumpul di Perth sama2.. tapi Mamah ga tega soalnya Enin dan Eyang udah terlalu tua.. Mungkin dia takut ga ada kesempatan lagi di taun yg depan2.. gue gimana dooong??? kan gue juga pengen.. tapi hidup memang udah ga segampang dulu pilihan2nya.. karena saya sudah tua.. sudah punya kewajiban2 terhadap kantor dan suami.. dan buat gue itu berarti taun ini musti di Melbourne dulu.. Insyaallah taun depan gue bela2in deh pulang.. Walau badai menghantar.. menghambat.. menghandai atau apa si itu judul lagunya?? hehehe.. pokoknya saya tahun depan pasti PULANG!!!!.. huhuhu..