intro to Independence and Adulthood

I have always dreamt of independence.

having my own place. riding my own car, paying for all my bills, with my hard earned money.

and i got a taste of it lately.

well, no. i haven't been able to buy my own place. *that coveted studio apartement that have existed in my imagination since i was in junior high.*

but i got the house all for my self. *everybody else was out of town*

and no, i haven't bought my own car. *that red lancer that has been racing in my mind*

but the Mazda MR90 is for me to use. *so in a sense, it's "mine"*

using the money i earned, i paid and cooked for my own food. *the cooking part weren't that succesful*

and i paid for the gas and oil change and the minor repairs of the car. *haven't had enough dough for the big repairs*

i wasn't left with the house long enough to pay the bills. but i was ready to.

i also gave some money for my little brother, and paid for his food.

all in all, in a way, i was playing "grown-up".

it seemed pretty cool in general. that satisfying feeling of control and self-fulfillment.

but when i was too tired and fell sick because of all the work and play activities that i did, it wasn't so nice. i didn't have anybody to take care of me. no one to ask me how i was, no one to find me my meals. no one to remind me to take my medicine. and when i feel too tired to go to work, i still have to go. cause i don't want to lose my job. i have bills to pay.

 

and i start to wonder, whether adulthood would really be that way.

intro to Independence and Adulthood

I have always dreamt of independence.

having my own place. riding my own car, paying for all my bills, with my hard earned money.

and i got a taste of it lately.

well, no. i haven't been able to buy my own place. *that coveted studio apartement that have existed in my imagination since i was in junior high.*

but i got the house all for my self. *everybody else was out of town*

and no, i haven't bought my own car. *that red lancer that has been racing in my mind*

but the Mazda MR90 is for me to use. *so in a sense, it's "mine"*

using the money i earned, i paid and cooked for my own food. *the cooking part weren't that succesful*

and i paid for the gas and oil change and the minor repairs of the car. *haven't had enough dough for the big repairs*

i wasn't left with the house long enough to pay the bills. but i was ready to.

i also gave some money for my little brother, and paid for his food.

all in all, in a way, i was playing "grown-up".

it seemed pretty cool in general. that satisfying feeling of control and self-fulfillment.

but when i was too tired and fell sick because of all the work and play activities that i did, it wasn't so nice. i didn't have anybody to take care of me. no one to ask me how i was, no one to find me my meals. no one to remind me to take my medicine. and when i feel too tired to go to work, i still have to go. cause i don't want to lose my job. i have bills to pay.

and i start to wonder, whether adulthood would really be that way.

In denial

All my family members are healthy
i have reached financial freedom
i am happy
*trying to practice the secret, thinking positive thoughts*

In denial

All my family members are healthy
i have reached financial freedom
i am happy
*trying to practice the secret, thinking positive thoughts*

Tardigras

Waktu itu hari sabtu, tanggal 15 november 2008, bertempat di lapangan D senayan.

ada museum tentang berbagai acara yang pernah diadakan oleh tarakanita

dan mereka juga menyediakan piring oleng tradisional yang kerap ditemukan di pasar malam tradisional

saya mendengar intro "membakar jakarta" dan serta merta berpacu ke panggung untuk ikut bernyanyi bersama Seringai.

ada seorang bapak yang sudah mengajarkan anaknya untuk mengapresiasikan rock!

ketika hujan turun, sesuai tradisi panitia membentuk lingkaran di tengah lapangan untuk berdoa.

saat itu pula 2 ekor Bebek yang sedari tadi berkeliaran diantara intimidasi pengunjung mendapatkan kebebasannya untuk bermain di tengah hujan.

dan ketika malam tiba, lampu pun mulai menyala. bahkan dari bianglala bertenaga mesin mobil.

*Index prints adalah seri proses belajar saya dalam menguasai pemotretan dengan kamera SLR analog*

coffee.

like coffee,

ever so fragrant,

much loved by many.

at first i wonder 

what's so special

but then i'm drawn to you

tho i know you'll only hurt me 

bitterly addictive.

that's you.

coffee.

like coffee,

ever so fragrant,

much loved by many.

at first i wonder 

what's so special

but then i'm drawn to you

tho i know you'll only hurt me 

bitterly addictive.

that's you.