Monday, May 24, 2010

Angle


My future big dream is becomin' fotographer. I still only bein' a writer right now, collecting money to buy digital SLR. Someday, sooner, i hope i can reach the next profession, so I can be a writer also photographer. Amien.

Last Sunday, I went Keraton Yogyakarta with my two girl friends. There, with my friend's digital pocket camera i took some pictures. And with a lil' bit editing with photoscape, here there are the result of my shoots. Enjoy :)








model: Leny Dewi

photographer: Desi Puspitasari

stuff: Gusnita Aini's digital pocket camera

Location: kraton Yogyakarta


And this is me with my model, lol



Sunday, May 16, 2010

Kota Gede on Sunday

I had a very beautiful sunny day on this Sunday. Spent almost three or four hours with walked, took photographs, and ate with my lovely bestfriend, Gusnita.

Well this is about Kota Gede. I took it from here.

Kota Gede also known as Pasar Gede - is an archaeological site in Yogyakarta that contains the remains of the kraton (palace), the royal graveyard, and royal mosque of Mataram, dated from the late 1500s and early 1600s.

The honorable name of this location in a higher and more respectful level of Javanese language (Kromo) is Pasar Gede.

There are many legends and local tales connects the site to the Mataram palace, however much of the physical remnants of the palace and the capital city are already destroyed. The only parts that remains quite intact are the Kota Gede royal mosque, the royal graveyard (precursor to Imogiri), and a few sections of the original palace walls.

The city lost its prestigue when the center of power was shifted to Kartasura near modern Surakarta. The city further lost its political and cultural significance after replaced by Imogiri as the royal cemetery for the sultanates. Later sultanate of Mataram was split between Yogyakarta Sultanate and Surakarta.

The Royal Graveyard holds important graves that trace connections of Mataram with earlier kingdoms, and the placement of the graves within the covered area of the graveyard can be considered as a physical representation of 'silsilah' or genealogy of the rulers and their progenitors. It is guarded and maintained by Juru Kunci who are employed by the two palaces of Yogyakarta and Surakarta.

In mid-twentieth century, Kota Gede became synonymous with silverworks and silver handycrafts, since the area has become the home of silversmith in Yogyakarta. At the time of Indonesian independence in the 1940s, and after considerable promotion and publicity to the silverworks within this locality, Kota Gede gain popularity as the center of Javanese silver handycraft.

During the expansion of Yogyakarta city in the late twentieth century, Kota Gede was absorbed into Yogyakarta and has become merely a suburb within the city.


And you can also read about Kota Gede in here.

Well, and here are our photographs. Enjoy :)






These are in front of some old houses near Masjid Agung. We just walked through narrow street beside the mosque.



Love this green and beautiful house. The wall wrapped by leaves--i don't know what the plant name.



And these... i took her in narrow street of Kota Gede--i don't what it is name too (pardonezz moi). It almost crowded. Motorcycle or bicycle passed between us. Need a ot patient waiting the street to be a little quiet--no vehicles passed front of us.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Opiate


Livin’ in two different worlds.

As a writer sometime I always feel like livin’ in two different worlds (btw, d’ya see that? I combined ‘sometime’ and ‘always’ in one sentence… lol). Well, between fiction and reality. When I do write for a very long day continuously, I feel like im livin’ in fiction world. I will flying back in reality when I do pray, eat, or, go to bathroom. Sleeping? Yes, im still in fiction world. I do think about the story and noreckon with my own life.

Live in fiction world feels so… yummy! Like when you take some drugs or alcohol then you ‘fly’ because of it—but in a positive feel. Just like watching people doing their activities, facing their problem, and finding out the way out in a grey situation. You can touching it by your finger, eyes, skin, body, ears, and stay in it like in peacefully world—though it’s not really peacefull. You’ll find the bitternes reality of life when you type ‘the-end’. Believe me. I always felt that feeling. Because what you have to do next is editing—and it’s in a very different emotion than writing it.

Fortunately, my parents understood when im starting drowning in fiction atmosphere. Sitting and typing a thousand words for hours. My Mum just only said, ‘would you mind to stop your activitiy and start having dinner (or lunch) for a while?’

Well, fiction atmosphere and the livin’ activities in it just like an opiate, if you know what I mean ;)

Ps: why do I lost my English (speak or write) capability? My fingers just got confused while typin’ in English. Poor me. How do I missed myself when in junior and senior high school. (talking or writing in) English just like my daily food—did it easily

Ps 2: i don't know why, recently i love to read about Neil Gaiman and start realize that he's very cute (omg, cute? lol. im not a teenager anymore--and the 'cute' isn't the suitable word for him)


Saturday, May 1, 2010

Sunday

What a beautiful Sunday morning. I got a white cup of brown coffee and pillow bread with pineapple jar inside it for breakfast. And the sun, as usual, shines brightly. Too bright—makes you sweat all day long.

Today, this morning, my father has been asked by our neighbor to accompany him to take some pictures in a mosque not far away from our house. Before they went to the mosque, my Dad asked me to borrowed him my pocket cam-dig. He also took our (family) analog SLR. Pentax MX and Pentax ME (I got Pentax MX, and Pentax ME for my little sister [she’s in heaven right now, and how I miss her so much]). He checked those camera and picked the MX one—23 negatives in it already used.

Then I asked my father, not in seriously mode. “Dad, why don’t you buy the digital one (DSLR—red)?

”Well, it doesn’t matter as long as the lens is Pentax.”

”You can get the Pentax’s lens and also the body.”

”Okey, no problem.”

Woho… yippie! Does it mean that my father have no problem if someday I ask him to bought me the new Pentax DSLR—after I mention the price (read: ask his money to buy that camera)? I hope so!

Well, I’ve seach about that camera. It’s about 13 million—9 or 10 or 12 for the body and its fixed lens. And for the rest money maybe I'll use it to buy the other lens—tele and fish eye. Well that’s (very) enough for the beginning. Hehe.

Amen!