How far we get in life is usually determined by how many chances are presented upon us to take us forward.  Somebody once said to me that we should pursue opportunities, not luck.  Because eventually, luck will follow.  In life, we ‘buy’ opportunities with blood, sweat, tears, disappointments, sacrifices, and money.  Lucky we still have pasar malam, where we could take a break and buy as many opportunities as we want with coins in our pocket.

Photo was shot by me using Canon EOS 60 D, 17-55mm EFS lens, last night at a nearby pasar malam High-res

How far we get in life is usually determined by how many chances are presented upon us to take us forward.  Somebody once said to me that we should pursue opportunities, not luck.  Because eventually, luck will follow.  In life, we ‘buy’ opportunities with blood, sweat, tears, disappointments, sacrifices, and money.  Lucky we still have pasar malam, where we could take a break and buy as many opportunities as we want with coins in our pocket.

Photo was shot by me using Canon EOS 60 D, 17-55mm EFS lens, last night at a nearby pasar malam

bookstores are the least discriminative place in the world

And don’t you just love the heterogeneity of bookstores?  Toko buku itu bukti nyata bahwa keragaman selera itu bisa kumpul di bawah satu atap tanpa harus saling mencela.  Yang suka fiksi, komik, politik, masak memasak, biografi, traveling, semuanya bisa ngumpul di satu toko buku and find their own thing there.  Bookstores are the least discriminative place in the world.  Dan itu keren, Le.”


*an excerpt from my upcoming book Critical 11

real men don’t tweet

“Sekarang coba deh lo jelasin ke gue, laki-laki kayak gimana di Twitter yang menurut lo pacarable selain avatarnya ganteng dan itu muka dia sendiri?”

“Nge-tweet-nya nggak banyak-banyak, paling tentang olahraga.  Nggak semua isu sosial harus dikomentarin.  Yang dia follow misalnya akun berita, setipe Harvard Business Review, yang jelas bukan akun gosip.  Nggak nyepik kemana-mana.”

Agnes menatapku dan geleng-geleng kepala.  “Lo mau nyari pacar atau ngerekrut pegawai sih, neng?”

Sialan.

You know what I think, Nya?” celetuk Agnes setelah menghirup kopinya.  Real men don’t tweet.”


*an excerpt from my upcoming book, currently titled ‘Critical 11’

Truth is, aku tidak tahu tujuanku apa.  I have no idea where I’m going in life.  And it gets pretty scary sometimes if I let myself think about it.  Yang aku tahu hanya menjalani hidup ini one day at a time, bekerja, makan, tidur, tertawa, ngobrol.  As long as I got some jobs to do and men to do, I’m fine.  I should be fine.  Walau sekarang yang bagian men-nya itu sedang musim kemarau.  Sudah setahun.  So maybe I’m only half fine.  
Musim kok setahun toh, nduk.
A 28 year-old aimless, manless girl.
Menyedihkan.
Mungkin karena itu aku suka bandara.  Airport is the least aimless place in the world.  Everything about the airport is destination.  Semua yang ada di bandara harus punya tujuan dan memang punya tujuan.  Bahkan tujuan itu tercantum jelas di sebuah kertas.  Boarding pass.  Setiap memegang boarding pass itu, aku merasa hidupku akhirnya punya tujuan, walau tujuannya hanya berupa tiga huruf.  CGK, SIN, ORD, TTE, HKG, LGA, EWR, NRT.
Boarding pass is my mission statement in life.
Ini keren untuk jangka pendek dipamer-pamer di social media, tapi miris jika mengingat bahwa aku tidak punya tujuan pulang.

*an excerpt from the currently titled Critical 11, my upcoming book High-res

Truth is, aku tidak tahu tujuanku apa.  I have no idea where I’m going in lifeAnd it gets pretty scary sometimes if I let myself think about it.  Yang aku tahu hanya menjalani hidup ini one day at a time, bekerja, makan, tidur, tertawa, ngobrol.  As long as I got some jobs to do and men to do, I’m fine.  I should be fine.  Walau sekarang yang bagian men-nya itu sedang musim kemarau.  Sudah setahun.  So maybe I’m only half fine

Musim kok setahun toh, nduk.

A 28 year-old aimless, manless girl.

Menyedihkan.

Mungkin karena itu aku suka bandara.  Airport is the least aimless place in the worldEverything about the airport is destination.  Semua yang ada di bandara harus punya tujuan dan memang punya tujuan.  Bahkan tujuan itu tercantum jelas di sebuah kertas.  Boarding pass.  Setiap memegang boarding pass itu, aku merasa hidupku akhirnya punya tujuan, walau tujuannya hanya berupa tiga huruf.  CGK, SIN, ORD, TTE, HKG, LGA, EWR, NRT.

Boarding pass is my mission statement in life.

Ini keren untuk jangka pendek dipamer-pamer di social media, tapi miris jika mengingat bahwa aku tidak punya tujuan pulang.


*an excerpt from the currently titled Critical 11, my upcoming book

ikanatassamerch:

2013 wall calendar is now available for sale! This 12-month limited edition calendar features pen sketches by Ika Natassa, one sketch for each month depicting scenes from A Very Yuppy Wedding, Divortiare, Antologi Rasa, and Twivortiare.
Calendar displays Indonesian public holidays. Unopened calendar measures 30 cm x 30 cm.
IDR 145.000 (normal price), IDR 130.000 only during preorder period
Shipping cost varies across Indonesia. International shipping is available upon request.
To order, email your name + address + contact number + quantity to inatassa.merch@gmail.com
Preorder opens until December 15th 2012.
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ikanatassamerch:

2013 wall calendar is now available for sale! This 12-month limited edition calendar features pen sketches by Ika Natassa, one sketch for each month depicting scenes from A Very Yuppy Wedding, Divortiare, Antologi Rasa, and Twivortiare.

Calendar displays Indonesian public holidays. Unopened calendar measures 30 cm x 30 cm.

IDR 145.000 (normal price), IDR 130.000 only during preorder period

Shipping cost varies across Indonesia. International shipping is available upon request.

To order, email your name + address + contact number + quantity to inatassa.merch@gmail.com

Preorder opens until December 15th 2012.

It was a quiet Sunday morning in Jakarta, I was having breakfast at Pastis like usual, and I just had an idea of writing this scene: Beno - the rigid, cold lead character in Divortiare and Twivortiare - writes a love letter on a prescription paper to his wife.  Words flow and the iceman melts. High-res

It was a quiet Sunday morning in Jakarta, I was having breakfast at Pastis like usual, and I just had an idea of writing this scene: Beno - the rigid, cold lead character in Divortiare and Twivortiare - writes a love letter on a prescription paper to his wife.  Words flow and the iceman melts.

I remember one night when my friends and I talked for hours and hours at Starbucks Skyline building (near Sarinah) and how we loved the place.  When I wrote AVYW, the place becomes the escape destination of the confused lead character at the night before her wedding.  This sketch, though, does not represent the actual physical architecture of the Skyline Starbucks.  It’s just a fragment of my imagination. High-res

I remember one night when my friends and I talked for hours and hours at Starbucks Skyline building (near Sarinah) and how we loved the place.  When I wrote AVYW, the place becomes the escape destination of the confused lead character at the night before her wedding.  This sketch, though, does not represent the actual physical architecture of the Skyline Starbucks.  It’s just a fragment of my imagination.

My school library in Iowa subscribed to LIFE magazine, and I used to spend my free period in the library browsing the magazines.  I think it’s my first fall into photography, although I was just a kid with a cheap analog camera back then.  When I wrote Divortiare, I thought I should incorporate one of my favorite pictures in LIFE magazine into the story.  It’s this one, a photograph by Kent H. Barton on the 25 December 1970 edition of LIFE.  High-res

My school library in Iowa subscribed to LIFE magazine, and I used to spend my free period in the library browsing the magazines.  I think it’s my first fall into photography, although I was just a kid with a cheap analog camera back then.  When I wrote Divortiare, I thought I should incorporate one of my favorite pictures in LIFE magazine into the story.  It’s this one, a photograph by Kent H. Barton on the 25 December 1970 edition of LIFE.