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Radio

I haven’t blog about it here but many many years ago, back when I was still in college I spent a couple of months behind the microphone.

No, I’m not a singer!

Don’t get your hopes up!

Radio

I went home to where my parents used to live in a small mining town hidden far within the jungle of East Borneo when I got the offer.

Hey, do you want to be on the radio?

And I went “What???

Yeah, it’s a small radio. Run by employees of the company and we are so new we don’t even have any commercial. It’s a volunteer kinda thing.

Before I knew it, I agreed to come and checked out the small studio.

That was my first brush up with broadcasting world and guess what? I loved every bit of my shows back then. Yeah, I ended up co-hosting their most popular show in the evening.

My father used to a radio DJ so maybe it does run in the family? Or maybe because I just love to talk too much? Hah!

Psst…that’s how my parents met actually. They fell in love on the radio! But that’s for another blog post.

That was the first and the last time I got involved in broadcasting until last week…

After receiving a very interesting email, I agreed to be interviewed by Overseas Radio. The segment is called Gateway to Asia.

We did the interview through Skype and were pre-recorded last Sunday. Me? I was nervous as hell! I haven’t do anything like this ever before and when I get nervous my English seems to be escaping my brain.

The host, Ayn is really cool and fun to talk with. She’s so reassuring too! Thanks, girly! Pleasure to connect and have the chit-chat with you.

Anyway it will air on Thursday, April 11, 2013 at 11am – 12pm EST (that’s Thursday night 10pm Jakarta time). Just go to their website and click on the big red button on the top right side. A pop up window will open and voila…you get to hear me!

Please do excuse how nervous and if it sounds like I was mumbling.

They will put an archive for the interview a few days later in case you miss it. Thank you for listening!

photo by: mark sebastian

A Gorgeous Reception Plus An Accident

Wishing Tree

I am slackin’ hardcore with keeping this little blog afloat so it only took me two months to finish of sharing the story of my brother’s beautiful wedding.

After the peaceful and divine church ceremony, close families and friends went to my parents’ house for lunch along with the newlyweds.

Since the reception wasn’t until 7 PM, we got a little time to rest and most importantly touch-ups!

So after lunch, my aunts, cousins and I, we all went to get our hair and make-up done again at the beauty salon. The Bride, The Mothers and the Groom will have their touch-ups at the reception building.

They changed my hair, the make-up to fit my red dress.

We weren’t even done when rain poured heavily, so heavy that we could barely see the road on our way home.

Around 5:30 PM, armed with our dresses we all went to the reception building. My brother and his Bride choose a unique place. It’s called The Joglo at Kemang. Built with Javanese ambiance, this place is really unique with ‘joglo’ surrounding the ‘hall’. Joglo is a traditional Javanese house identified by its distinctive roof design. It is a gathering place, offering protection, yet open to the outdoors.

Picture from Joglo Group Website

We went upstairs where their private rooms are. The newlyweds and our mothers were up there getting ready.

Because we are not Javanese, they had decorated the place to look a bit more modern.

Social Media Involved

My favorite part of their decorations? The wishing tree! Courtesy of yours truly, Pinterest!

The day before the wedding, my brother and his Bride asked me to make a hashtag for their wedding so #RSWedding was born. Being a graphic designer, one of my brother’s friend created this website for the newlywed. Pretty cool!

We tweeted it out, we used it for Instagram pictures.

If I wasn’t so busy with work we could’ve came up with a better Social Media plans to cover their wedding.

The groom, a graphic designer by day designed a small sign with the hashtag on it the night before the wedding and placed strategically so all their guests can see it before walking into the reception hall.

Hashtag

Another Pinterest finding that my sister in law used was the kiddy table. Unfortunately, that table didn’t last very long. Hah! I’m sure it was a hit with the kids and the adults.

Kiddy Table

A Memorable Accident

Here, we doesn’t have Rehearsal Dinner and now I know why we should! It helps us from being confused of how the procession will be.

Shirley’s friends acted as the committees were busy directing us around. Who walked in first. My parents were first to walk into the reception hall followed by me, my son and my brother, Danny. Walking behind us, were the Bride’s family then the groomsmen and bridesmaids.

Everyone lined up outside the reception hall, ceremonially, the Bride and Groom arrived with their car (although they’ve been within the vicinity anyway). Once they got off the car, we were told to slowly walk into the hall.

Between the entrances to the hall, there’s a Javanese wooden door with an arched walk way on the floor. The arch is small but with three pointy parts so it was uneven and a little too wobbly. I’ve noticed this since we first got there and quickly made a mental note to complain about it.

It was too late tho…

As the Master of Ceremony announces the arrival of families with the Bride & Groom and as we made our way into the hall, I saw my mother nearly lost her balanced on that wobbly arched floor. My father quickly held her arms tighter and she didn’t fall.

Between gasping when I saw my mother nearly fall, I forgot to watch my own steps!

Aaand…the sister of the Groom landed on the floor!

Yeah, I fell down, my left heel got caught in one of the three uneven spots on the floor. My left ankle snap to the left sending sharp pain. Same ankle that I hurt from Krakatoa. That was an ugly fall! Nearly knock my head on the floor.

Talk about America’s Funniest Home Video moments!

I could hear people gasping as I went down knees on the floor dragging my poor boy with me who immediately cried because I yanked his hand out of my poor reflexes.

As I pulled myself up and tried to walk, the burning on my face were more painful than the actual pain on my ankle. I was sure the camera people definitely got that on tape. Oh.my.Lord!

Lucky for me, I did packed my sandals so I quickly took my heels off and wear them under my long dress.

Everyone tried to console me and checked to see if I’m alright.

Sure, I’m fine. It’s just my pride that got bruised!” I said behind a stiff smile.

Don’t worry, at least it will make an unforgettable moment for your bother’s wedding!” poked one of my aunts.

Anyway, the reception went well. Many people showed up despite the heavy rain and floods.

One of my aunts and I was in charged of the ‘gift boxes’. And by gift, I don’t mean the typical wedding gifts. Here in Indonesia, when people get married they only accept cash (or checks!). I’m not exactly sure when this became a custom but now when you go to weddings, you just put some money in an envelope and slide them into the ‘gift boxes’ after you signed the guest books.

It was a long day for everyone.

The journey was quite interesting to get there. Preparing a wedding was clearly a huge mission with lots of ups and down. From troubles with the dressmaker to last minutes dress alterations! It was hectic, crazy and one of a kind.

Plus, to fell in front of uhm, roughly 400 people? Priceless!

Do you have any ‘embarrassing’ yet unforgettable moment from weddings? Let’s hear about it.

The Day The Wedding Bells Rang

Asking for our mother's blessings

Remember when I blogged about my brother getting married?

He’s a married man now! Congrats again, bro!

Their big fat Indonesian wedding took place on December 22, 2012.

After months of preparationswhich by the way considered less than the common 1 year by Indonesian’s standard – the big day finally arrived.

The night before the wedding, both sides of the family were meant to have a little gathering at my parents’ house. White tent were up, food were specially cooked.

Then it rained! Hard!

Heavy rain literally paralyzed Jakarta’s traffic that Friday night. The Bride and her families were stuck in traffic for over 2 hours before they called it a night and turned back. There was no point for them to go on as they all had to get ready before the crack of dawn the next day.

With just close families there, my brother had his version of the Bachelor Party.

My aunty Vera’s voice cracked as she asked my brother to kneel down asking for our parents’ blessings for the last time. Both my mother and father – and pretty much all of us – shed some tears that night. Tears of joy!

Marital advises were given to my brother, Reggy. Even I got a chance to give him a few words although it was difficult for me to fight back the tears.

My baby brother is getting married!

It was at 3:30 AM when I got up, woke my brother up. Him, our youngest brother, Danny, me and my son all slept in one room that night.

Reggy woke our mother and they left to the bridal salon at 4 AM while I was still sipping my coffee.

5:00 AM, my three aunts, one cousin and myself all went to a beauty salon not far from where we live to get our hair and make-ups done while the men were still sound asleep. Hah!

Before heading to pick up the Bride, we had another small procession at home. It started with my mother putting on the Groom’s gloves. It symbolizes the last time she took care of her son, followed by my father assisting the Groom with his suit. It was emotional!

Gloves & Suits

Following another Manadonese traditions, we all went to one of my uncles’ house where the Bride is waiting. It supposes to be at her family’s house but due to logistic reasons, they arranged it at my uncle’s. She waited in a special decorated room.

Armed with the Bride’s hand bouquet, the Groom waited outside alongside our whole family while one of my grandfathers knocked on the door, greeted by a representative from the Bride’s family. They exchanged some words before the Bride’s family allowed the Groom to come inside and pick up his Bride.

Door Knocking Ceremony

By the bedroom door, the Bride put on the Groom’s corsage followed by him handing her the beautiful hand bouquet.

Off to the church we all went!

The church ceremony was beautiful! I just can’t help but crying – well, I’m not alone – but it was just too beautiful. My baby brother is standing in front of us exchanging holy wedding vows.

Came to find out later, my father shed tears on that special day not only from happiness of his son gotten married but also because he was sad that his one and only daughter…me…never have that kind of wedding! I made a silent prayer in my heart that God will grant me just that and make my father proud one day.

The bride’s family sang a song and it was such a beautiful song, tears fell down again on many faces. You can watch the video below. The song talks about how although we doesn’t always understand God’s plans in our lives, everything will all become clear one day, that God has beautiful plans for us.

After the church ceremony, they had the civil registry registration.

Civil Registry

We all headed back home right after. My little boy couldn’t wait to get out of his suit, bow-tie and all. But he looks so darn cute, right?

Up next? The big reception and an embarrassing accident! Gasp! Stay tuned, folks.

Stumbled Abroad

Jakarta…

Many people call it the Big Durian.

It’s thorny…sharp…

It smells oh so strongly!

Some vouched their undying love for it.

Some will gag over the smell.

That’s Jakarta.

That’s my home.

Jakarta oh Jakarta.

Like some of you had already know, I have a love – hate relationship with this city.

I’ve Stumbled Abroad…

Meet Ana who blog at Stumble Abroad. We met through World Moms Blog – yet another reasons why I love being a part of WMB!

She lives in Jakarta too, she’s a mother to two handsome boys, expat family currently ‘transplanted’ in Jakarta. They had lived abroad in many different places so her blog is truly one of a kind.

She is starting an awesome new series on her blog called Fabulous Jakartan Friday and I am very honored that she chose to interview me first.

Come and read more oh also do show her Facebook Page some love while you’re at it. Thank’s folks! See you there?

Closer To The Altar

Beach Wedding!

Wedding preparation is so stressful!

No, not mine!

My brother’s

The big day is slowly (or too quickly?) approaching. The whole wedding day op is now in a full speed and swing.

They had bumps along the way.

They worked it out.

Two families will be molded together from this holy union.

They finished their pre-marital counseling course at the church.

They did the obligatory pre-wedding photo shoots.

They decided on their wedding souvenirs.

They had to wiped out wearing chucks for the groom and his best men for fear that the two families will stone them!

Suits for the family has been tailored.

Dresses for the ladies are now waiting for final fitting.

Even my little boy got a suit custom made for him!

They did the ‘test food’ for the wedding reception venues.

They cut down invitations numbers.

My soon to be sister in law asked if people will response to RSVP if they put it on their wedding invitations. Sadly, I had to burst her bubble! Nope, that will not work here. Our culture doesn’t give a squint about RSVP-ing. To some people, you got the invitations that means you are all invited, you and your whole family! So there goes the RSVP idea being erased by our customs.

Weddings here can be so crazy. Good thing they are not doing traditional wedding that can be even more hectic with all kinds of different traditional ceremonies BEFORE the big day.

Witnessing and being involved with the whole preparations made my stomach turn. Seriously, it’s such a big thing!

It will be a crazy busy December in our family.

The wedding is on December 22, 2012. Church ceremony in the morning and reception in the evening.

December 21, 2012 there will be a family gathering at our house. It’s kinda like a bachelor/bachelorette party minus the strippers/firefighters. Instead, there will be prayers to wish these two a blessed union the next day.

Although deep in my heart I did wished I had experience a big all out wedding…but seeing this scared me!

The budgeting…

The tensions…

Yikes!

Auntie…IF I should ever get marry again. I would just fly to Bali for a destination wedding, ok?” I whispered to one of my aunts during the family meeting.

Hah! Yeah, just give me the plane tickets and we will be there!

We both giggled like two school girls.

But seriously, seeing how stressful the whole preparations is I am now convinced that IF I should get marry again, I wouldn’t want 300 invitations out and worrying if there will be enough food to feed all the guests. Some weddings here can go up to 500 invitations with decorations that cost so much money you could possibly buy a house!

Here, if the food is horrible at a wedding reception, that will be the first thing that people commented about! If the food is not enough, it will be a huge embarrassment for the family possibly leading to gossips.

Imagine the stress again?

Anyway, I pray that things will goes smoothly to the weeks leading to the big day.

Have you been to a big wedding? How do you feel about huge weddings?

photo by: LizSullivan

Wedding Bells

Happy Couple

Not mine! It’s theirs…

It is official, my brother is getting married this December!

He’s been engaged to his beautiful fiancée Ms. S since 29 June 2012.

Granted the preparations for their wedding are in full swings right now. Ms. S and I has been talking a lot about the “Sisters Gowns” for myself and her oldest sister down to the dresses for our mothers. We just spent our Sunday visiting the bridal salon they had chosen.

Wedding is a huge thing in Indonesia. It’s a celebrations shared by the whole family.

So I was happy and touched when Ms. S asked me for my opinions on some of the stuffs for their dream wedding.

Seeing her trying on the wedding gowns, I got secretly choked up inside. Emotions washes over me in big waves. Luckily, I managed not to shed a single tear seeing how amazingly beautiful she looks like. Of course some of the gowns just wasn’t her style but it was fun and the moment she tried on The ONE that really look like it was especially made for her, I got chocked up again secretly.

My brother was standing in one corner just watching the whole thing and didn’t say much. I guess that’s normal for men to not say much right? Hah!

Anyway, in our culture, it’s perfectly ok for the Groom to be to see the wedding gown before the big day. Unlike in America per say.

My mother agreed that Ms. S had found her gowns for the wedding. Time to seal the deal.

While they were busy discussing and dealing with the marketing agent from the bridal salon, I quietly went downstairs with A. I had to get some fresh air and calm myself down.

I’m still trying to figure out what made me got that emotional…

Maybe it’s the fact that I never get to experience any of the ‘normal’ wedding preparations like what my brother and his fiancé. That this will be the first ‘real’ wedding my parents get to throw. I never once try any wedding gown. Of course being a girly girl, I used to dream of my own wedding long way before I got married in a very simple way in Upstate NY. There was no invitations, no reception, it wasn’t like I imagined it would be but that’s what happened.

My heart aches a little…and I took a deep breath. As the big sister, I couldn’t be happier for my brother and his fiancé. She’s a great girl and I think they are so good together. My little brother is getting married…that’s a whole emotional feelings on its own right there.

Mommy!!! Look at those smoke. What are they doing?” That little boy brought me back to reality as he stood there totally mesmerized seeing smoke coming out of the small Chinese temple right across the street from the bridal salon.

 

There he is, the most beautiful thing that came out of my non-traditional rebellious way of getting married and peace came swept over me in an instant.

These upcoming months leading to December will be so full of wedding preparations than I will ever experienced and I am happy, I am excited for this beautiful couple. I’m pinning wedding photos ideas on Pinterest not for me but for them as I’m sure I will try to get some candid shots too on their big day.

Congrats brother! These whole journey is stressful, I can just tell by talking to them but you guys will do great and that big day is just around the corner.

How is wedding preparations in your country? Or your own wedding prep madness? Care to share some tips for these love birds and prevent Ms. S from turning into a bridezilla? (insert big huge wink to her here – I’m teasing you, girl!)

Jakarta, My Love Affair

Jakarta…

Macet
Creative Commons License photo credit: basibanget

What is it about this city that makes me have such a love and hate relationship? The pollution? The traffic? The fact that it is now home to about 27.9 million people?

The very first time I came to live in this city was in mid 1994. That’s some 17 years ago.

Freshly out of junior high, my parents decided to ship me here for high school.

Awkward kid, I was thrown into a pretty fancy catholic high school. It wasn’t easy to fit in or mingle with the city kids. To them I was that kid from small town that they never even know exist in Indonesia. An outsider for awhile.

My whole life changed drastically when I moved to Jakarta.

Too young to be on my own I was placed under the wings of an aunt and her husband. She lived in a town on the outskirt of Jakarta.

Welcome commuting from hell…

With my high school somewhere in the southern part of Jakarta, I was introduced to the art of commuting from early on.

As school started at 7am, I’d be up by 4:30. My late Grandfather would cook me breakfast then religiously walked me down to the bus station around 5. For months I had to take 3 buses to and from school. I dislike this part…the commuting, when all of my schooling life before I’ve always lived very close to school and walking was my commute.

Then much to my delighted my aunt moved, much closer to school this time. Commuting was much much shorter, just one ride away.

I wasn’t a spoiled brat, but living with my aunt gave me enough skills to be independent. There were times where I cried myself to sleep wanting to go home to the comfort of my parents’ home. Tough love was her ways and now, looking back I couldn’t thank her enough! She kept me in line.

During my last year of high school, again my aunt moved and I had to follow suit. The house was in the eastern part of Jakarta. So long commute and dealing with sickos was once again the norm.

Graduated high school I went to college and was deemed mature enough to start living on my own.

College here is different. There’s no dorm or fraternity or sorority house. There are plenty of boarding houses though. And that’s where I stayed not far from campus.

Freedom finally

Or so I thought! At first glance living on my own was fun but it turned out not that glamorous in reality. From balancing the monthly allowance so it would stretch long enough to lasted until the next month, to crying alone because you’re sick with no one to take care of you, down to the homesickness.

I wasn’t all saints during that early ‘independent’ era. Got mixed up with the wrong crowds, partied too hard, dated a jerk of a boyfriend, ended up with my good grades sank.

Luckily, I straighten up with the help of some tough love from family.

Jakarta

Jakarta
Creative Commons License photo credit: Stenly Lam

Has been home for years. Got my real heartbreaks in this city. Got engaged and now a single mom.

When I was away from this city I missed it terribly, I miss the easy delivery system of just about anything you need to your door steps. Miss the vast assorted of foods from all over Indonesia.

Might never like the traffic here but the memories seamed into this heart of mine will make me love it like a step sister.

And now with a boy who’s been making Jakarta his home for the past 3 years, I wish he’d somehow find his roots here too, to be able to call this eclectic crazy congested city his home.

But I still have a little dream tuck inside me that I will move out of Jakarta to somewhere quieter where life is much simpler.

Do you love where you’re living now?

4 Men and Eargasms

Stage

Surprise of a lifetime…

Pic: From Media Indonesia

I haven’t win anything big since my picture won second place for the Holiday Inn Stay Together Photo Competition back in 2010 so when out of the blue a guy – a westerner – called me claiming to be from The Jakarta Globe newspaper telling me I won two tickets to see Il Divo live in concert I had to asked him “This is not a joke, right?

He laughed and said nope, I did indeed won two tickets to see the handsome group. They had a quiz on Friday morning and without even thinking I answered it. Well, guess what? It was a lucky Friday!

I asked my brother, Reggy to come with me to the concert taken place at The Ritz Carlton ballroom yesterday, Saturday 25 February 2012.

Mind you, other than seeing the Wiggles live in Singapore back in 2010, I have never been to a real concert! I was a concert virgin so imagine the excitement? Overjoyed was an understatement!

There was no seat numbers on our tickets. Turned out they allotted rows M – Q on Silver Class for Social Media/News Coverage. Fine, it was way way back so far away from the stage but hey, we got the tickets for free so I’m not complaining and with the price tag of IDR 750,000 aka USD 82.9 per ticket – there is no way in the world this single mom could afford to spend that much for a two hours concert. The classes for the tickets were: Silver class Gold class (IDR 1,250,000/USD 138.27), VIP class (IDR 2,000,000/USD 221.23) and VVIP class (IDR 3,000,000/USD 331.85). From the news I read today, all 2,000 tickets were sold out. So my brother and I took our seats.

One thing that I would suggest to the promoter of the concert is to place their wide screens higher so we can actually see it? If you can see from my iPhone pictures here… 

the positioning were too low and people in Silver class could barely see them. The settings of Silver class was also wasn’t very accommodating. Don’t they usually set the seats higher in the back? That way people sitting in the cheaper class can still see down the stage. The stage itself was amazing. One big giant screen in the background gives awesome effects to each different songs.

At exactly 8:17pm, they opened the show singing ‘Come What May (Te Amore)‘ and people were clapping like crazy and I got goose bumps! Closed my eyes and soaked their heavenly voices like they are chocolates to my ears. Although I don’t understands the words to their non-English songs it doesn’t stop me from getting teary eyed listening to some of them.

After the first song they said hello and actually said “Apa kabar Indonesia?” (How are you, Indonesia) and told the excited audiences how happy they are to be back in Jakarta after 3 years. Then they belted out their ‘Dove L’Amore’ which was utterly beautiful.

Adagio‘, ‘Nella Fantasia‘, ‘Situ Mi Amas‘, ‘Everytime I Look At You‘ and their spin of ‘Don’t Cry For Me Argentina’ put everyone under their spell on that romantic night and I sigh wishing my Mystery Man was with me. Their good looks does help drive the female audiences crazy – and maybe some guys too.

They were interacting with people too which was great, not so great that all of them are off the market except for the sexy Spanish baritone, Carlos who was flirting a lot with the girls and drive some girls screaming their lungs out for him.

They delivered ‘My Way (Ai Mi Manera)’ ever so smoothly before they took a 20 minutes break and that’s when the ‘magic’ happened.

My brother stood up and walk away from our seats during the break and next thing I knew, he messaged me saying “Hey, do you wanna move?” Insert drop jaws here…

Turned out he ran into his friend who works at the hotel where the concert was at and we got bumped up to Gold class! Of course, I jumped out of my seat and walked as fast as my 9 inches heels can carry me down to the Gold class level. It wasn’t exactly front row seats but man, I felt so very lucky nonetheless!

Sebastian was so cute tho’…he talked about him being a father now and asked if the audience knows the song The Wheels on the Bus and started singing bits of it followed by…surprise surprise…The Wiggles’ very own Big Red Car. Too cute!

They sang “Hallelujah” so beautifully I ran out of words to describe it but I’m sure the angels were smiling!

Their last song was the ever so popular ‘Time To Say Goodbye’ and since we were about to leave the ballroom – when these handsome guys walked out with black tuxes looking mighty delicious – I decided to joined the many other people who moved to the front of the Gold class line so yeah, I got to watched them from a little closer than before.

Although I’m a bit disappointed because I couldn’t bring my big camera to take better pictures with my zoom lens, at least I got to be in their concert soaking up their beautiful almost magical harmonious voices and keep it tucked in my memory bank forever.

Thank you Jakarta Globe for my free tickets!

Kupang Stole My Heart

Secluded Island

If you remember, I had a long awaited plan to go to this small island called Rote, about 2 hours away by speed boat from Kupang back in November 2011 for a photography trip.

Long awaited because the trip was cancelled before and it was rescheduled for last November. Unfortunately, at the times of the trip my father was still in the hospital. There’s just no way I can leave even after my then boss had already signed off my leave form.

So when I was told I will be going to Kupang for my cousin’s wedding I was ecstatic. Yes, I wouldn’t even get a chance to escape to that beautiful island but at least I would be in Kupang.

My journey to Kupang started very early in the morning as our flight was at 6am on Thursday, 9 February 2012. Got myself up at 2:45 am and left the house by cab to the airport by 4 am.

It’s been awhile since I last travel outside of Jakarta, last time was last March when we all went to Bangkok. So this was a much needed break.

The plane’s altitude cruise level was perfect. It wasn’t too high that I can’t see a thing. I was actually fascinated by the clear blue oceans below. I was already holding my breath just moments before we landed after seeing miles after miles of clear deep blue water from my window seat.

 

2 hours and 35 minutes flight landed smoothly and the first thing that caught my eyes was how clear the sky looks like. This means you’ve been in Jakarta too long when a normal clear clean blue sky caught you by surprise!

Greeted by my uncle and cousin Gloria, I felt a little pang in my heart because I was finally there in the city where my aunt and her family lives. She has been asking me to come for a visit for years before she passed away from breast cancer.

The views on our ride to her house was just gorgeous. Clean clear blue sea, bright blue sky, palm trees, people selling freshly caught fishes on the street sides…I was in heaven.

When we got to their house, my grandmother held me and started crying. The last time I saw her was last year, the last time my mom got all her sisters and brothers under the same roof. My grandmother sobs in my arms. She looked frail and her talking is still unclear from her stroke two years prior.

My aunt’s house is like a big open house with so many people there. From little children to older people. Women cook in the back open kitchen, children running around playing. The teenagers hanging out playing guitar. Oh and the view from their porch? The sea!

I felt her presence there…

My uncle had booked us (my other aunt and her husband) two rooms in a hotel where the wedding reception was held but we didn’t go there until late at night after the dowries ceremony.

The hotel was small, more like a motel type but it was right next to the beach so that’s a big bonus in my book.

The morning before the wedding, I got to sit and enjoyed the view…watching people walking by the seaside, small boats spreading their nets, while sipping my morning coffee and think to myself “I can wake up to this every day!

My uncle – the husband of my late aunt – knew how much I love taking pictures so he had arranged for his driver and my cousin Gloria to take me to see the beach just hours before we suppose to get our hair and make-up done.

And oh my God…Kupang really stole my heart!

The beach was rocky…you can’t just walk down by the sand like you would picture a normal beach. Heck, the whole island is rocky and basically covered with rocks. But the blue clear water was calling my name. The gentle waves crashing into the rocks convinced me that I had found a little piece of heaven here on earth.

Ignoring the sweltering heat…I walked around  wearing my flip flops and took so many pictures of that beach. Really, my pictures didn’t do justice at all to how truly beautiful that place is.

They took me for a drive around and I got to see the wild monkeys too.  “We should’ve bring some bread!” claimed the driver as he rolled down my window so I can take pictures of the begging monkey as we drove slowly. My boy would’ve love to see them.

Kupang, where the air is still fresh free from pollution really stole my heart and I know two days there is just not enough to explore and savor the cultural beauty of it.

So, one day I shall return and hop on that fast ferry boat to the island of Rote and any other island nearby to feel the sands between my toes!

I haven’t had a chance to upload all the pictures on Flickr but you are welcome to check out the ones I put on Facebook.  

A Wedding To Remember

The big day finally arrived…

The day of the wedding.

The church ceremony was scheduled to start at 3:30pm on February 10, 2012. We had quite a leisurely morning at the hotel, my aunt, uncle and me. Despite the craziness of the wedding was just hours away. At least I got to sit outside by the hotel’s restaurant and drink my morning coffee admiring the view…the clear blue sky…clear water. It was a beautiful day to get married I was certain of that.

What I didn’t know until last moments was I too was getting my make-up and hair done at the beauty salon along with the other female members of the family.

Gasp!

That was a surprise, regardless of my status as the eldest cousin of the Groom, I wasn’t expecting that but went ahead with the plan.

I cringed when I saw the bed!  A bed to get my make-up done. The sight of that transport me back to many years ago when I was in elementary school and my late Aunt Linda got married. I was her little bride’s maid. That’s how they did my make-up back then and I feel a stab of pain in my heart.

When they were done with my make-up and hair I could hardly recognized myself! My eyebrows were huge, my face looks way too white and my hair…well for moments I felt like Beavis and Butthead! But there was no time to fix them as we were running late. (I did fix my make-up a bit at the hotel later on)

We made a mad-dash back to my uncle’s house so me and one of the Aunties can changed into our outfits. My cousin – Jerry who just arrived from Makassar was there. So all of us headed church under crazy stormy weather. The rain was unbelievable. Sure enough we got to the church about 30 minutes late. Me, one of the Aunties of the Groom and two of what they called ‘The Bride and Groom Shadow’ which are actually two kids wearing a white gown and a suit who supposed to walk in-front of the Bride & Groom.

The church was still under renovations and the heavy rain did some damaged. There were leaks in some parts of the church. There’s a puddle of water right in front of where the Bride and Groom was sitting. It was quite interesting to see one of the deacon had to mop it away repeatedly while the Pastor was talking.

The funniest part was…the look on some of the attendees seeing this one girl with a big hair, black short skirt and a blue kebaya top kneeling down on the floor to take pictures of the happy couple. Oh well, I don’t really care but yeah it was quite funny!

Really have to thank my camera because I was too busy taking pictures that when the Bride and just about all the women in that church started to cry when they exchanged vows – I didn’t shed one tear.

Weddings can be emotional.

After the church ceremony was done the congregations were told to give their congratulations to the newlywed. So people started to form a line and do the whole traditional Kupang custom. Kissing noses while shaking hands with the couple. I kid you not! I was warned about this by my aunt who jokingly said “Hey, you better be careful…your nose is not that tall so yeah…it might be problematic!

As I was snapping pictures away my cousin Jerry called out to me “Oma wants you to sit with her!” he pointed to my grandmother sitting alone on the front bench.

So what a dutifully eldest granddaughter to do? I walked to her and sat next to her. Asking how she’s doing.

Then out of the blue, people started to made a line and stopped to congrats my Grandmother too. They kissed her nose!

Caught off guard, I did kissed nose with a few elder ladies who smells like tobacco – which they do chew on – before I sneaked and sat on the left side of my Grandma to avoid the nose kissing tradition.

You see it’s a cute tradition but the people of Kupang really have high noses, unfortunately unlike mine.

My cousin Jerry later on had a good laughed over it because he set me up!

The reception took place in the same hotel we were staying at, by their restaurant.

Many people showed up that my uncle, father of the Groom had to ordered more food because he worried it might not be enough.

On my way back to my room to put my camera’s backpack, I caught a glimpse of my young cousin, Gloria. She’s the younger sister of the Groom. Her eyes were moist that I just had to stopped and asked if she’s ok. She nodded and my heart is breaking right there and then because I knew…”You miss your Mama, don’t you?” I whispered as I pulled her to my arms and her sobbing breaks.

I guided her to my room where she sat and started crying. A few minutes behind, there was a knock by the door. It was Woro, the youngest sister escorted by one of their aunts. She too was sobbing. I sat there in the bed with them, rubbing their backs gently while trying to keep my composure as my heart is hurting for these kids who really miss their mother on such a happy day.

The day of the wedding was also the day of their father’s birthday. His first birthday without my late aunt. They had prepared a small cake him and carried it up on stage where the look on his face was just priceless. They were all up there on stage sans my beloved aunt.

It was very difficult for my young cousins and those who miss my Aunt’s presence terribly.

All in all it was a good wedding. One that I won’t forget.

To the newlywed. Congrats you guys! Happily ever after!
PS: Remember my post about finding the perfect dress? I wore this instead.