Sunday, November 29, 2009
In A Relationship with Coffee
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Olhide doesn't know.
Jeev has a man. Olhide. Just call him Olhide.
Olhide in one close eye just a man in a silent tone and living a circulate with monophonic of philosophy and process of life in some pages of a deary. Olhide doesn't know, that in every hard word which belongs to Jeev, it's a truly a respectful notice from her.
Once Jeev felt so lonely in her morning elegance awaken, when the sun shane and had turned off its candles of flame, Olhide just hugged her, a tight hug, and he said 'baby, how fat you are...'
But in present time, when every morning stops by and says hi, it's still empty. Sad and lonely. Practicing herself cause when Olhide just immediately dissapeared, away from hook of her little finger, she should stand up in her own foot with her own both thumbs. She realizes how Olhide took some parts from her desire for waking up in each and everyday.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Selamat Ulang Tahun Papah
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Suddenly I See
I've found this pop draw when last week I visited my house in bekasi. I've made it in the past when I was feeling alone. I was so happy when I found this kind of scrawl. For me, a sketch can recall a memory behind, but if it was bad, i'll remember that with a process I've successfully passed with a great mark ;)
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Hellogoodbye
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
P e n i n s u l a
And from the heart of your lips, I'm getting a headache
Your laugh defines me to let you go
Before losing hold and abandoning
Because I would never ask you for that
Already you are treating me like a big child
We have nothing to lose
Besides our lives that we leave aside
But he loves me still and me I love you a little stronger
It is enough of these loops
It's harder to do otherwise
Because without laughing it's easier to dream
At what we would be able, never again to touch
We take each other's hands like children
The happiness on our lips, a little naive
And we walk together from a decided step
Until our heads yell at us to stop everything
He loves me still, and you, you love me a little stronger
But he loves me still, and me I love you a little stronger
And despite that, he loves me still, and me I love you a little stronger
Monday, April 13, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
D I S C O N T E N D E D
wish me a nice flight tomorrow, ok?
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
S R I K A N D I
Srikandi is a goddess in Javanese legend. She is Prabu Dupadra's daughter, king of The Pancala. Her mom is Dewi Gandawati, the descendant of Prabu Gandabayu and Dewi Gandini. The siblings of Srikandi are Dewi Drupadi (wellknown as Dewi Kresna) and Arya Drestadumna. This is the best part from Srikandi: she had passion in a military and expert using the arrow. She got this from her husband, named Arjuna. She has no son from Arjuna, pitiful. But until now, she is a legendary for women soldier. She's smart, strong, struggle, and superb. There's many version of Srikandi's life. I just adore her as a trully hero.
In our life, I'm sure all of you have a part of being surrender with a woman. Who for? Yeah, It can be your mom, your dear, your sister, or anyone! Trust me, being a woman is not as pretty easy as it looks. We have a lot of emotions more than our material logic. But sometimes we can do the logically-impossible things in an impossible way. Why? Hahaha, because we have that hidden power. Yhuhu, we rock!!
Sometimes it feels hard being the first daughter in my family, besides I have a javanese blood in mine. Before I want to act about something, my brain's button will be automatically switched into this mode: think what people think about that. Damn, it's just like a confusing reaction! Being a first daughter will be the first of anything. I'll be asked by myself for this word everyday: treasury. But now, I learn that: everyone must be a hero for theirself. You have to start something different to make a change.
Last week I was traveling to Semarang and Yogyakarta. As always: duty call. I won't tell a lot of stories about this project, but I'll share some moments which is captured in time, okay :)
Hm, when I back to Jakarta, I did some photo session with my lil sis (again), oh great, she's great in posing along. Do some freelance photograph can make a desire inside, enjoy my shots :
::: p L a y f u L L :::
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Whispering...
Monday, March 16, 2009
T e c h n o c r a c y
Saturday, March 14, 2009
S p i r a l i n g
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Tiredness
Anybody knows what is the instrument for measuring a word named success?
Money?
Happy family?
Dreams become reality?
Surrounding by people who love us with tender and care?
Having all the passion and the stuffs which desirously wanted?
W h a t ?
I do want to have a relationship with a man who gets success in his life. In this statement, I make a highlight that success is able to fulfill all the promises and responsibility which had been given to him. This' not only about words. It's about integrity.
When we talk about integrity, it would be scooped by honesty - trustworthiness - soundness - freedom from faults or defects, wholeness and completeness.
I really mean it.
I do know a man. He was so gorgeously inside, in the past. He had given a woman his dreams, and shared every little thing with his honesty. He was so forcefull to get all that he wanted. But I think I agree with a quote which says that a man can't live without possessions, throne and woman.
That's what I'm talking about: responsibility, where can i find a man with this word?
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Living My Life
I feel tired... I feel lost... Where's Faj when I need him right now? He asked me whether I could work in this city therefore he could catch me up everytime. But those line's existing such some words until now. He still make his work as his priority.
every morning meeting - table