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Jakarta in my eyes

When I was in Senior high school, I ran in every Sunday morning. Everything’s changed when I tried to memories Jakarta last week. This is part of Jakarta in my eyes without a lens, it’s only a phone camera. It’s also the first time for me to publish a photo story. Enjoy!

I’m glad you’re back into normal condition, I can walk precisely again, even run for 5k without stop and neither feeling hurts anymore. . I’m not a sport person but I just need it for mental health😂 . . Weekend bisa sepedaan lagi🚲 hatiku bersorak, lompat kegirangan, akupun terjatuh dari sisi abang🤭

2 May was my last day as UNV in UNICEF. These were exactly what I’ve been doing in the office😂 . 3 years, some days I felt so happy, another days I did a mistake, the next day I got a surprise, but lots of day I learned about being adult. . There’s no perfect human at the behind of stories that you read or photos that you enjoyed🤪 . Udah, gitu aja😂 it’s always hard to write about my own story but I hope you can understand through these pictures. Loph you friends.

Semoga besok menjadi Senin yang gak keras kepala, yang bisa ditaklukan, yang tentram. . Monday is just a day.. day.. day..day😂😂😂

First step of video editing is music creation. The most irritating part😂 but its fun. I dunno how to explain, have you ever had a feeling between exhausted and enjoyment, that’s I am in every MIDI creation. . Music adalah koentji.. dan midi adalah solusi🤣 pernah coba-coba plug-in pakai gitar terus ganti instrumentnya ke piano di garage band, eh gagaaall. Suaranya jadi aneh bin ajaib😂 .. Ada ga yah yang mau ngasih kado keyboard 🎹 lipat🤣 yang pakai usb itu tuh.

I love to make friends with a cat, even though they make me as a slave, always😂 . This one is Laycan, I need a month to shaking hands with Laycan. At the first time we met, Laycan always ran or hiding from me. But he’d become the cutest cat when he needs food😂 . However, that’s friendship means (for me). Sometimes we hide from each other, a week, a month or even a year. But then we just pop up whenever we wants, whatever we need, that’s friend. . For you, my friend. I’d stay as your friend no matter how long you ran, but please do not treat me as a slave, because you are not a cat😂 . Love you everyone😆 . . Kadang kita tuh gak sadar, saking baiknya punya temen malah take them for granted. Dan kadang sebagai teman, kita juga gak sadar bahwa jadi ‘yes friend’ itu lebih banyak berdampak buruk bagi teman kita sendiri. . Ini salah satu cerita refleksi gue tahun lalu sih. Semoga bisa terus saling berbagi pengalaman seru! . . @30haribercerita #30haribercerita #30hbc19 #30hbc1902 #letmetellyouastory

Let’s start the new days with a spirit of consistency😂 . This challenge just appeared on my timeline and I feel good to joint. Hopefully, it’d be good to shape my storytelling skill😎 . Talking about ‘just appeared’ or something/someone just pop up in my life surprisingly, those things happened couple of times in 2018. I’d say that year was always about surprise, sometimes it was like a flying cockroach in my room, sometimes it was like a rainbow after the storm and sometimes it was like you who loves this story. . Yes, You! You are my spirit to keep telling the stories and sometimes you are my santa who always remind me about a goodness. You! My friends who always give your hands whenever I need for. . Happy New Year Friends! I hope the sun always rises a happiness for you, everyday in 2019. Happy New Year! . Selamat memulai hari-hari yang baru dengan semangat konsistensi dan persahabatan🙂 . Buka kembali hati-hati yang pernah diblokir🤣 mari teruskan semangat ketuk pintu pada gelembung-gelembung yang berbeda. Selamat tahun baru teman-teman ku dari kiri hingga kanan. . . @30haribercerita #30haribercerita #30hbc19 #30hbc1901 #letmetellyouastory #30dayswritingchallenge

Kalau hidup diibaratkan sebagai project tugas akhir. Satu bagian di dalamnya adalah ucapan terima kasih. Halaman yang harus kita isi dengan mengingat dan mengapresiasi mereka-mereka yang teramat berarti dalam prosesnya. . Proses tugas akhir tentu tidak lebih panjang dari masa kita hidup, tapi berulang. . Di setiap pengulangan itu tentu nama-nama yang kita sebut berbeda, bergantung pada porsi keterlibatannya. . Untuk seorang pelajar, mungkin nama wali kelasnya yang ada pada halaman tersebut. Bagi mahasiswa, mulai dari nama pasangan yang ikut begadang siang malam hingga Socrates pun rasa terima kasih bisa dihaturkan. . Semakin usia mempertemukan kita dengan tugas-tugas akhir yang berbeda, semakin panjang pula halaman tersebut. . Saya teringat jawaban Mu'azzatul Faridah saat ditanya siapa pahlawan di dalam hidupnya, ia jawab “saya ingin berterima kasih pada diri sendiri, yang tidak pernah lupa untuk terus berjuang.” . Jawaban Mumu membawa saya pada sebuah potret pemakaman. Hanya ada satu nama di atas nisan setiap dari kita yang telah menyelesaikan tugas akhir, yaitu nama kita sendiri.

#letmetellyouastory July 2018, I met these children in Kupang, a province with the highest number of malnutrution children. . They were limp, under weight, had no appetite, some of them abandoned by their mom. . Last week I came again, after these kids had special treatment by the community which empower by UNICEF field officer. . My tears fell down when I saw one of these child, Darni was asking for feed, she came to her grandmother for a spoon of rice and milk. . I was relieved, their life changed, the critical times gone. . I’m grateful. They’re still alive. . ❤️ . . Begitulah kekira kelakuan si dinda di lapangan.🤣 butuh waktu kekira sejam sebelum ai ngeluarin kamera, biar mereka nyaman dan enak di foto-foto. Syuliiit gais😂 bukan hubungan doang yang butuh investasi, kerja dengan anak-anak juga, butuh investasi: waktu namanya. . Nanti lihat hasil foto-fotonya di Social Media UNICEF ya. Loph❤️

Again! A migrant worker executed in Saudi Arabia without official prior notice to Indonesia. Even government had no idea about the execution, how about her family? Her child? Or someone who depended on her... . I met a migrant worker few years ago, on that moment I understand there is a family/ a child or even a baby waiting for them to go home. . I hope Ibu Tuty’s family have a big heart to accept this. I hope there is always a rainbow to go home for every migrant worker in this world.

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