Wednesday, 19 November 2014

Nighty Night.

Starry, starry night.
Oh, dear nighty night.

Hazy, dazy night.
Oh, love nighty night.

Blurry, blurry night.
Oh, darling nighty night.

Glossy, gauzy night.
Oh, sweetheart nighty night.

Pick up my phony phone.
Oh, baby nighty night.

Reply my texty text.
Oh, honey nighty night.

Read my chatty chat.
Oh, sparky nighty night.


Monday, 17 November 2014

First Trial: Foreword to "The Humble Faces"

The photo book will be printed soon and you guys definitely should go grab one! 


Greetings, Universe~
One of my friend, Victor Puguh Harsanto (please kindly drop by, victorpuguh.blogspot.com) asked me to write foreword to his forthcoming simple yet dazzling self-published photo book. I was like, "Seriously, I haven't written something serious these days." He has asked me since last month, but I haven't got the time to write anything. You know, as a pro procrastina-tard, I was postponing the deadlines not until last weekend. My fingers were kinda trembled, and I just didn't know what to type. crap. I urged myself to think harder and went beyond the "viewfinder". VOILA! There might be some diddly-doodly crumbs here and there, need revision and re-vision. Have a nice time-traveling!

Two analog cams Victor uses to take the humble faces.. :)



Foreword to “The Humble Faces”

What would’ve been a better time machine than a photo book? I would personally say that Victor Puguh Harsanto has successfully brought the ultimate experience of time traveling through his dazzling self-published photo book.

These analog photograph collections focus on Victor’s life journey in encountering with others. Based on the idea of having a photo book as a perpetual remembrance of the momentous events in life, Victor tried to share his experience of looking beyond the viewfinder.

Getting into the analog photography entails a bit of complete and wholehearted fidelity, yet the experience is worth it. Victor is fond of the surprises the analogue photography grants. Besides, he is also enthusiastic about the unique appeal that he can only obtain from capturing with film – the deeper and more heartfelt pictures. As he can establish the warmercolors, the dramatic saturation and the film grain adds more soul and character to his images. Analog photographs bring to the readers’ mind nostalgic and dreamy memories as he fetches his experience of becoming a teacher in Merauke, Papua in 2005, through the volcano climbing in Gunung Gede, West Java, in June 2014.

Victor believes that analog photography is a device of infinite values of life: honesty. It is revealed in a gleam that analog photography refurbished our upsurge of emotions, exalted and enhanced our perspective by conveying a ‘one of a kind’sight of mental imagery and captures. Its enigmatic depictions of originality and genuineness provoke the quality of being honest.

Subsequently, portraits portray the sweet and unexplainable charm of God’s grace. Regardless of medium, portrait photographs inherit the capacity of being a divine guidance, aspiration, encouragement, authenticity, and to a greater extent, being Victor’s subjects of his learning process. As a result, it’s fortifying ever-growing records of his life; a glimpse assemblage of reminiscent memories and virtues.

This photo book offers a sense of the experiences of seeing God’s portrayal through the portraits of common people (Victor’s family, friends, kids, students, farmers, labors, neighbors, fishermen), forming a bridge between their daily existence and our reality bond with others. Victor’s photographs challenge us to see the reality emerges through these humble faces. Senses; have we used our precious gift from God to sense our surroundings?

Noberta Nissa Edina R.
A well-established amateur suburban geek.




Sunday, 9 November 2014

Afternoon Vibes: Yuna - Lullabies

can't stop repeating the verses.
I will def leave all my troubles here.




Lullabies 

Like lullabies you are,
Forever in my mind.
I see you in all,
The pieces in my life.
Though you weren't mine,
You were my first love.

I wanted to go away with you,
And I will leave all my troubles here.
I wanted to run away with you,
And I will bring all my dreams and fears.

Like lullabies you are,
Forever in my mind.
I see you in all,
The pieces in my life.
Though you weren't mine...
Like lullabies you are,
Forever in my mind.
I see you in all,
The pieces in my life.
Though you weren't mine

Though you weren't mine,
You were my first love.
You were my first love.

I wanted to start again with you,
And I will leave all my worries here.
I wanted only you.
I know that I felt with you.

Like lullabies you are,
Forever in my mind.
I see you in all,
The pieces in my life.
Though you weren't mine...
Like lullabies you are,
Forever in my mind.
I see you in all,
The pieces in my life.
Though you weren't mine,

Though you weren't mine,
You were my first love.
You were my first love.
You were my first love.
You were my first love.



Tuesday, 4 November 2014

Afternoon Talks: I've got worry, with SHAKY hands.

"MY LIFE IS SO FREAKISHLY PRICELESS, SO DON'T BOTHER THE UPS AND DOWNS AND SHAKY SHAKES!"

self-motivation edition.
trying to train my mind to see the GOOD in every-frigging situation.

hardships may come and go like they even care.