First of all, let me give you all a belated Happy Ied Mubarrok/Iedul Fitri 1428 H, may all that is wrong between us all be forgiven and forgotten, and may us all be cleansed of our sins, be them big or small. Let's pray that in the future yet unseen, the sins we collect will be less than the year that we all have left behind.

And let us pray that we can see our Best Friend again next year!

Now, as you can see from the title of this entry, I celebrated the Victorious Day in Jogja with Mom, Dad, and my two little sisters. My dad owns a 30 rooms male dormitory house in Cungkuk, Kasihan, Ngestiharjo, Bantul. It is a huge house that during Lebaran Vacation like these days, it would be empty for two weeks and would resemble a huge ghost house with dark halls, plenty of rooms, and few number of people.

I did a lot of things while staying there. Visiting aunts and uncles and their children, tying knots that have been loosened for a while. Travelling around on motorcycle, cruising on roads and streets of Yogyakarta, which gave me headache first but finally I could memorize some of them. Imagine, from Cungkuk you could easiky gain access to Kadipiro, Godean, and SMU 1 Teladan, with roads that looks all alike (narrow street surrounded by old houses and rice fields), and somehow all of them easily connect to Kraton Area (or Kilometer Zero Area). It was an adventure on its own. 

I celebrated Iedul Fitri at 13 October 2007, as declared by the government, together with my father. My Mother and my sisters celebrated it a day earlier, like the majority of people around Cungkuk. I went out at 5.30 in the morning, anticipating if we have to perform Ied Prayer on the Alun-alun Keraton (King's Palace Courtyard), a rather far place. Thanksfully, we found one mosque which server Ied Prayer thad day nearby, about 300 meter from the dormitory. Alas, we have to wait for one and a half an hour before we perform the prayer. 90 minutes later, we performed the Ied Prayer, followed by listening to khotbah (cermon) that addressed the matter of being Taqwa (Straight-and-Obedient) and the benefits of it. After 20 minutes, the khotbah was done, and we stood up, and shook everyone's hands in the tradition of forgiving each others so that we don't have any possible sins left.

I know none of them, but hey, I shook their hands anyway. The day was about celebrating atonements, apologies, and friendship anyway.

I spent the rest of the day robbed by my two little sisters. It's expensive to have two little sisters, especially when they are of college ages......

The next day after lebaran, I visited my father's big brother's home and his stroke-suffering sister. It was a warm, cozy day with warm feeling all abound. 

Afterward, I stayed at home, being simply tired and wanna rest my butt off.

And today, I went back to a lonely and incredibly sparse Jakarta. The mass vacation will not fully end till the next week, so all of those crazy trafffic jams and suicidal bikers have not dead-packed Jakarta yet.

And tomorrow, I go back to the dead-cycle hellhole called office...

HAPPY IEDUL FITRI FOR ALL OF MY BROTHA' AND SISTA' OF MULTIPLY!

P.S: pictures will follow!