Lately, my absence gave me, this.

Man, i’m really not good at this writing in the blog thing, huh? Haven’t written in like 2 months or so. A lot have been going on and had no time to just be alone and work on my life. So center-minded, until to the part i have neglected my one true identity which is writing. crap.

So lots have been going now. the last time i wrote in the blog, again was my complaint about how i felt about life and bla bla bla… but i kinda got better, and now down the road again.

One achievement I got was that my photographs were actually posted in a website called “Girlsophy”/ http://www.girlosophy.com . This website was originally a book I’ve been reading since I was in Junior High. Mom bought it for me. It was a book about self-discovery + soul survival to young girls out there filled with life’s philosophy but through the eyes of a girl. This book has given me so much about life. And I often still open up the pages to this book to remind myself about the lessons that we need to all go through.

This brought me to look up in the net, and find out what has Girlosophy have got to offer and turns out they have a website specializing on every thing you need to know for young girls out there. It was really something for me, and I wondered how it would be like to work for them, so I just posted a comment about wanting to work with them. Surprisingly they replied and offered me to write to them about anything. So I did. First, I wrote to them about my trip to Tulehu, a small village in the Maluku Islands on the east of Indonesia. Was there on a research about the village and a set of young soccer champions there and they said it wasn’t too strong enough, but they were amazed with the pictures I took there so I sent them a few and they thought it was superb for their website. So I was already contributing for them with my pictures. Here’s a link for you to see it : https://www.girlosophy.com/travel/girlo-nomads/tulehu-village-champions

Now I’m one of their contributors, and well, i’m in their page too!  Wonderful huh? Never thought I’d be a part of them really. Never imagined it, but I did feel like I had a great connection with Girlosophy, and I was so thrilled, I was given this opportunity to contribute to the world. I only wish, I can do more to help and contribute soon. Maybe right now, I haven’t really gotten the time yet. But I know I’ll always refer back to them as Girlosophy has been a part of me too, in some way. 

Lately, my absence gave me, this.

The Small Coffee Shop called “Kopi Dimana?” or “Where’s the Coffee?”

Now I’m going to write you a true story of a couple I know… this isn’t any other couple you see everyday. My urge to write about them was when I actually came to them. Here it is…

As my own personal self discovery still continues to seek its happy place, along my path, at my current place where I work now, I found a sweet story of two individuals who are also trying to make a difference in the world today by owning a small coffee shop with their specialty in manual brewing of Indonesian coffee beans from the island of Sumatera to the islands of the Gods called Bali.

Ary and Ajeng, two partners and crime, set out to show the world how they would make it on their own. They build an empire of friends and colleagues in their previous life and had the ability to work their way through the toughest industries in the entertainment world until one day; fate brought them to a point where they couldn’t continue.  Their days that were filled with the luxury of living suddenly vanished without leaving a cent behind. This could have been the lowest part of your life, when you seem to have it all, until one day it just stopped and you had to let go of all the things you have treasured or even invested just had to go. From material things to friends, they had to just leave it all behind. It was a phase that they had to go through. And like every human being, they fell hard, despair and with no trust in anyone or anything. But they needed to survive this hard-knock life and the only spirit they needed back then, was only to stick together through thick and thin no matter what happen. After a long isolation from the hard-hitting ground, with only their minds to rely on, they decided they would get back on their feet again through these precious beans.

Indonesian coffee always has been one of Indonesia’s great assets. The word “Java” in a cup is also known for coffee in Indonesia’s soil shows how Indonesia’s coffee is one of the well-known coffee in the planet. Its sophisticated taste from the tropical lands has made Indonesia heard worldwide and by acknowledging this, these two individuals plan to make Indonesia’s coffee bloom its scent and taste again in our own country and hoping one day spread worldwide. They thought about how a particular coffee brand have made it to malls and because of its brand, sadly, Indonesians nowadays tend to be more attracted to the look of its brand, rather than the taste or quality of the type of coffee itself. With a dream to fulfill, they wanted to make the people of our nation to realize that Indonesia’s coffee has a much better taste than these brands that have been sprouting out in Jakarta’s and the whole of Indonesia’s malls and plazas. A vision and mission, clearing their minds from thoughtless doubts, they started their journey.

From a distance and corner of my eyes, I would notice their presence near our office. Day by day, they would be sitting with my aunt and uncle who owns almost all of the office spaces in this area, chatting over a cup of tea or coffee, only passing smiles as I come in and out of my office. But as times goes by, I also notice, they also had this 1 small wooden table that only fitted a few coffee pouches and 4 tiny stools to sit on. Later on, weeks passes, they had a few wooden furniture, then came out of nowhere, a bar, then bit by bit, it developed and became a small coffee shop filled with tall stools, long benches to sit on and blinds to block the sun from glaring the small cafe. From then on, I realized that I was a witness to their struggles of building this small coffee shop near our office, so one day I thought, I just had to taste and see what they had to offer. And at my most humblest mannered, I told them that I wasn’t really a coffee fanatic, not like my sister or my parents. I knew what coffee tasted like but I wasn’t a fan, nor had the addiction to coffee or what so ever. All I knew was that coffee could make me wake up for hours, it’s best when I had to work late and keep my eyes wide open for long hours of shooting. So the thought of a coffee shop near our working space, and when work seems endless, I guess, we wouldn’t mind having a small coffee shop with their various of coffee to drink.

My first coffee drink was coffee with milk, sent to my office on a cold rainy day. They offered me their house blend, which they told me it wasn’t too strong back then. It was good. But with a big curiosity, I started trying the other coffee they had to offer.  From Toraja to Aceh’s coffee beans, I tried it all, and I got hook on Aceh and Bromo’s aroma and taste. It suited my personality and mood, and I would always have a good feeling after drinking it. I realized that coffee could be a regular drink for me now, especially because of Ari and Ajeng’s touch in manual brewing, it had a special touch of people who were in love with coffee. Not just making them as a beverage, but also connecting their heart and soul in making this special coffee brew. I guess this is why it tastes different from other coffee drinks outside this small coffee shop. I was addicted. Naturally. And every time, I come to work, I would head straight to this place to do most of my work here now. But what makes it special is because now I get to know these two special people and their struggles through Jakarta’s hard knock life. Each day, we would start telling stories about each other. From their successes to their failures, they have been through a lot which makes it more interesting, because I begin to realize that life is about striving to find your happiness. Tough but still its a wonderful journey on its own. With this small coffee shop and the people in it, has made me become more aware of things I have to go through in life. The people that come in and out of this small coffee shop, is also a wonder on its own. I’m pretty sure, Ary and Ajeng could see and listen from a far, the wondrous minds of each and every individual who come and visit their small cafe and without judging. Not only to talk but to listen to what they have to say and share about their days of finding happiness. This coffee shop has become richer than anything I can imagine.

But again, whatever happens, I think they’ll turn out fine, because they are doing this with their hearts, passion and with a little patience, I’m pretty sure, someone will come up and make their dreams come true. I don’t know what’s in store for them in the next 5 months, a year or so, but if they keep on believing that something small can make it big one day, I think that’s the only thing they have to keep in mind. You may fall hard on things you couldn’t have imagine, but when I hear their stories, I look up to them and their small coffee shop, and I pray silently that everything they had work for all these past few years together will pay off one day.

Mas Ary and Ajeng, never give up hope, cause you both are giving me a great example of how I should view my life in. Whatever it takes, never stop believing cause if you want it that badly, it’ll come by. Dreams do come true when you truly believe in it and the Universe will show you the way.

The Small Coffee Shop called “Kopi Dimana?” or “Where’s the Coffee?”

Ardi & Rahma

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my cup of tea Looking out the WindowHouse of MemoriesNumber 7Readeasy sunday morning 02
easy sunday morning 01@Rahmacan@spybreaklove the platesoops, i see youbreezy easy

Ardi & Rahma, a set on Flickr.

Another personal project, an after-wedding photo session with Rahma and her husband, Ardi. This was a small project to take pictures of them and Rahma’s grandmother’s house. They wanted to have a good memory of this house before it was sold to another owner. So with much gratitude, I took to job in taking their pictures.

Actually there is also another set of photos called “Home” in my collection. Where I took several test shots of the house itself.

Wonderful couple to take pictures with! They’re so much fun!! 😀 Hope you enjoy the set photos as much as I did. Probably put in more later… Cheerz!

Ardi & Rahma

Abi + Ficky

bright eyestogethercat lovermy dreams with youwonderful younever let me go
grow old togetherlets lay down heremy lifetime best friendhold me forevergreek goddesssunlight breeze
kiss-kiss

Abi + Ficky, a set on Flickr.

Almost a year ago, took these lovely pictures of my dearest friends, Abi and Ficky. They were going to get married and so I offered to take several pictures for the pre-wedding photo collection. I have never been so happy doing this for them, it was a lovely session. With the help of my awesomeness best friend, Amanda Harsono, I thought we didn’t do too bad huh?

So when again, Amanda? would love to do more of these again…

Abi + Ficky

One Single Afternoon – Sneak Peek

This can be a lot to take when you have only had one single afternoon with someone you just only knew and met, but has given you a vision of what you want to be like one day. This post explains it all. This is something I will treasure and keep in mind. read from bottom to top. And it doesn’t stop there. Dear friends also keeps writing on.. and not just from the “Goddess” herself, but also the husband. Today is a lot to handle, and so I will write it down tomorrow about it. And what really happened on the 7th of March. This is a sneak peak to what I have received that day. Goodnite. Goodnite Universe…

One Single Afternoon – Sneak Peek

My Cup of Tea

24 February 2012

My Cup of Tea
to @Rahmacan & @spybreak :
this is a sneak peek of the pictures i took in 2010. (so long ago.. so sorry)

a little introduction on this pic, i was asked to take pictures of mba Rahma’s grandma’s house with her husband, mas Ardi. they actually wanted it to be the interior of the house to be taken shot at, but eventually it seems to be like an “after-wed photo session” to me. i enjoyed taking these pictures on that day. so free and the house, everyone.. my goodness, it was lovely.. the vintage touch, the memories that were build in this house, had nothing to compare. i was only told the childhood memories of mba Rahma and her siblings and her playground of imaginary stories in this house. it was nice to hear them, cuz i know i’m a real sucker when it comes to stories of people.

so here is one of the pictures i took that day. will eventually put in more later.

My Cup of Tea