something old





WL 1

WL 8 detail

BMW R 25 and Harled Davidson WL 1947

Never thought I’d enjoyed taking pictures of these old beauties. There’s always something romantic about things that had been born way before us, have witnessed things we might’ve never seen and have had someone who loved them dearly and had already passed away.


What I Remember About Mumbai

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I was lucky enough to visit this wonderful city last year, exactly a year ago. I remember how excited I was, ready to drown myself into foreign culture (how exciting). My first stop was Mumbai, where I met my friends, couple Wiwid and Indra. At my first sight into the city, I was already fell in love. Indian people are very nice, they’re chatty and helpful. I even got a new friend accompanied me from the plane til I met Wiwid on the airport. How nice of him.

I love Mumbai and how busy it was, how crowded and how lively the city was. There were people in every corner of the street! On the first night I arrived, they were getting ready for Divali festival and all the streets were filled with colorful lanterns! I couldn’t resist and bought one, hanged it on my room now. I had a reminder not to buy food from street vendors -which obviously I ignored completely- I ate everything! I love Indian food and despite the hygienic issue (come on, I’m Indonesia, who am I kidding?), they were very, very tasty, rich in spices, creamy and healthy!

Try To Remember

the song originally by The Four Brothers, but the Greek singer, Nana Mouskouri sang it beautifully, Β it’s the perfect match for this pictures. The song bring us to the beaches in winter, to a warm house where it’s snowing outside, to a black and white movies and sephia photos. We’re missing something and what we’re missing was good thing, good moments.

I wanna have those memories back, but at the same time, it’s better to keep it the way I remember it used to be. It’s beautiful that way. Years went by, trees grows, ocean stay silence, and the door are closed now. People forget, but then when we try to remember,we can’t help but feel the comfort of past.

bandung, jakarta, semarang, bali. fragments of memories.

Saturday Afternoon Tea and Cake Club


La Vie en Rose by Louis Armstrong.

That’s the soundtrack for our small gathering. πŸ™‚


Spent my Saturday afternoon and night with them. It was such a lovely and fun night, nothing can goes wrong when you had a chocolate melt , teh tarik and something to laugh about.

Yori said the highest level of comedy is when you are able to laugh at yourself. πŸ™‚

Sally said we should be thankful because we keep our principles. And that is something we should be proud of.

Yori, Sally,Nuri, Pw, Ambon, Tisa and Endira thank you for a nice saturday. πŸ™‚

the after party

my bestfriend is married. I was so overwhelmed, I feel this is unreal and so real at the same time.

She was the one who sticks. I don’t have much to say except that I’m the lucky girl who have a truly great best friend. She just gets me. After the wedding party, our friends gathered together to have an after party for the bride and groom. But before the wedding, me and two other girls drinks for her bachelorette mini-party. πŸ™‚ cheers!

Patio, SR 2002. πŸ™‚

To Nuy : You always have me.