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Some of why they said I'm decidedly weird -- collexion of children's books, here represented by Roald Dahl, Marcel Marlier & Otfried Preussler; plus a bust of actual, historical samurai Yagyu Jubei (used to breathe the non-clunky air of 16th century Japan) -- about whom among others I'm crazy.
The animen of my life so far: gunner Vash 'the Stampede' from Trigun (1998, original character design © Yasuhiro Nightow), swordsman Kenshin Himura from Rurouni Kenshin (a.k.a. Samurai X, 1996, 1997, 1998, 2000, 2001, original character design © Watsuki Nobuhiro), and swordsgunner Harlock (from Captain Harlock/Harlock Saga, 1978, 1982, 2000, 2001, original character design © Matsumoto Leiji). The bluey (doesn't look like it but it is supposed to be a) dog is Menchi from Excel Saga (2000, design © Ishino Satoshi). Whatever crosses your mind right this sec, none of the above belongs to anything kiddy.
If you wonder about my job (yeah right, like you have absolutely no mortgage to ponder upon), click here.
That's my sister's husband, then there's one of our friends Ernawati Sukmara, and my one and only sister BJ. Prominent in every pic above is, as a matter of course, BJ -- because she's the only DNA-sharer closer to being photogenic, or at least because she practically fills up any photograph. I'm only half that prominent.
This is my workplace and the reason why I will never run for President; I'm reluctant to do anything that can't be done in bed. On top of the monitor is a rather heartbreaking 21st-century remodelling of Oda Nobunaga, my so to speak hero -- relic of yesteryears, in the heyday of vinyl pants and glam rock and raging adrenaline.
The way of the warrior, swordspersonship and such are more or less inescapable for an Asian -- regardless of which degenerating age it is that he or she happens to be found existing in. Asian traditions and supposedly lullabying epics always consist of wars and knights and other such typical tales. When I was young (hic!) and briefly got a touch of kendo -- the Japanese wooden-sworded martial art which by then was as popular worldwidely speaking as Michael Jackson in 21st century (by far I guess only 2 persons knew what it was in my inland spot of home), I got irreversibly intoxicated by the Japanese bushido and its staunchest adherents, the samurai. I've never been cured. [ Basic photograph © 2004 Bunga Jeruk ]
Back
to my roots: the island of Java, ID [ Basic photographs © 2003 Kyle Ändert, © 2001 Cynthia Siregar ]
This is what it is: I love wooden trinkets (click the links to some rather comprehensive pictorial pages covering my collection). What densely populate my actual walls are woodworks like these, a part of which are stubbornly homemade. Central Javanese towns that have things to do with me happen to possess some Prozacy quality that fits to this hobby; Yogya creates craftspersons and Blora produces my brother in-law -- he never cares a straw about woodworking, but where he came from is a definite lumberjack town. Or else I wouldn't have let him marry my sister.
The
traditional Javanese dresses on my sister (in
white), [ Basic photograph © 2004 Eko Pandanaran & David Bachem ]
Candles are never mushy stuff to me. Whenever they are lit, there must have been no electricity. In Indonesia, sudden death tends to befall power supply to your house habitually, especially and I'm really tempted to say targeted at, the darkest nights in the worst mood of monsoon. That's why I'm equipped with no reason whatsoever to catch a line like '...candelight dinner' without a violent impulse to laugh out loud. [
Basic photograph of Nin © 2004 Bob 'Sick' Yudhita,
of Moby © 2003 David
Bachem,
With Totti (b. 2002) & Moby (b. 2003), my #1. I don't fuss about breeds, I don't fuss about vets, I don't even fuss about cats; they have just always been in my life, even when there was approximately nothing else. [ Basic photographs © 2003 Nin & Bunga Jeruk ]
[ Basic photograph © 2004 Bunga Jeruk ] I really never like fine art, but it has been unavoidable by far and I have no clear idea why. That's supposed to be me according to Indonesian artists I sort of like: Ugo Untoro (left pic, a rag doll) and Bunga Jeruk (right pic, oil on canvas). This field is an amazing world of mutual backstabbing, reciprocal envy, and painstakingly acquired schizophrenia. Grandma used to say they keep hiring me because I got insanity for free.
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