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    Agi Tiara Pranoto

    Seorang Blogger Indonesia yang berdomisili di Yogyakarta. Selain menulis, dia juga sangat hobi bermain game FPS. Cita-citanya adalah mendapatkan passive income sehingga tidak perlu bekerja di kantor, apa daya selama cita-cita itu belum tercapai, dia harus menikmati hari-harinya sebagai mediator kesehatan.


    I know I should've post these a few months ago, but Alfa & I promised to kept it a secret--well, not so secret as our friends and family might've already seen the picture--but to put it on public space is on another level. 

    So here it is. The big news: 

    We're Married!


    Okay, not important lah. But the point is, we're married and I'm too stressed out/lazy/both to blog about it.
    But for you, I'm going to share the detail. Yes, I'm going to teach you how to save and skimp and fight for your wedding. 

    part one first: our prewedding pictures. 

    I have a hard time believing someone will taking my picture in the right angle that makes me looks less like angry mak lampir and more like Gigi Hadid. Problem is: i'm not pretty. Second problem is: my fiance is far more thinner than me. 

    third problem is: budget.

    I can't believe how expensive it is to get your pre-wedding pictures taken properly. Some asks for payment for more than 12 Million rupiahs (around USD 1000). The cheapest one I can get offers only few hours of photoshoot for 4 Million Rupiahs (around USD 350). 

    So, became the frugal girl i've always been, i seek for budget options and find out about Retina Production. They are my juniors from law school (in which I used to taught them how to edit pictures) and based on Yogyakarta--although they're more than willing to work on neighboring towns. 

    I lived by this rule when you pay peanuts, you get monkeys. But then, the results is astonishingly beautiful. They also adjust their equipments to your needs and budget and were open to consultations. Expensive photographers doesn't always guarantee they'll produce great pictures. In the end, it comes to the chemistry between the object (which is, yours truly) and the one who took the pictures. 

    I was able to book a whole day session and scheduled the photoshoot to be held in two places: The Kwaru Beach and Sindu Kusuma Edupark. Anyway the entrance fee for the beach is free since it's one of those virgin beach without much exposure and the Edupark fee were around IDR 500.000 including transit hall, private entrance, free tickets for two person and free entrance for 8 photographers (I only bring 3. My entourage is not that big, we even fit the whole team + properties in my city car)

    kudos for Retina productions!
    All picture taken by Retina Productions Team
    Make Up Artist by Shibuya by New Topsy
    Edited by Retina Productions & Me



    The engagement ring shot. Notice how alfa's ring is hollow? His gemstone was swallowed by a dog. Part of his job, I guess. 


    Alfa and I wasn't too comfortable being too cheeky weeky in front of the camera, so this picture is actually very candid. We were fooling around most of the time in front of the camera, and the photographers were devastated because we're incapable of producing romanticism. Too bad, lol. 


    this one shot I actually said to him that he looks very thin that his cheeks is hollow. turns out also very romantic. 


    this is one of those pictures that i retouched myself, because I look really fat in this picture. I know, don't judge me. I look very miserable that I have to thin out everything and whitens my teeth. I have a stained teeth due to prolonged use of antibiotics and I seek the dental cosmetic help of Adobe Photoshop. 



    Old shoes and chalkboard, very vintage-y feeling, in which I work hard to achieve. BTW notice the needs of orthopedics correction in our feet? 


    sitting in this grass is the worst possible decisions i've ever made in my entire life. I hate it so much because it stings my rear, and oh, the entire photographer teams pulled the grass prank on me by kept saying the picture isn't done yet to payback for all the commotions i made when I got sugar rush. Nice one!


    My only wishes is to look significantly thinner, and I thought they hadn't figure it out yet. Turns out, they do and in this picture my legs looks like a #lifegoal (at least for me!)


    another nice picture of the prolonged leg and my favorite book. The sky is clear blue at the moment, thank God.


    also one of the photos i retouch on my own. You know, to trim my waist and more. too bad i botched the background. It's still unfinished at the moment but my eyelashes game is strong with this one. 


    and last but not least, a behind the scene shoot when I played bumper car. Alfa hit my car pretty hard and I think I sprained my shoulder a little. It's already dark outside and is around 7PM already, so imagine how tired I was. But nonetheless, it was fun. Also, please excuse my big tummy.

    I must say i'm very happy and pleased with the service Retina has offered me. I even re-hired them as my wedding ceremonial videographer & photographer!

    If you're in Yogyakarta and wants to find a personal videographer/photographer or even a graphic designer they also offered their various range of service. Simply contact them on:


    RETINA PRODUCTION YOGYAKARTA

    instagram // email // Line ID: ganesh.anggara


    And nope, this post isn't sponsored (although this classified as an ads). I'm just a very happy customer and although I'm their friend but they stay very professional (they even woke up earlier than me and I started make up at 5AM).

    So this is the first part of our wedding journey. Stay tune for more on our wedding journey!
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    i don't let so many people into my life and called them friends. it's not easy for me to begin a relationship, although from the outside i looked very welcoming. it's not easy for me to take pictures with myself in it, calling it 'photos with my friends'. that's how thick the wall is. I always carefully draw the lines. 

    recently, i found out one of my so-called friend has violated my trust. it kinda breaks my heart. i should've been angry, but i'm not. i'm just sad. 

    i'm sad that in the world filled with people and smiles, you were only left with a good few. 
    i'm sad that it's so hard for me to trust yet it's so easy for people to broke it. 
    i'm sad that no matter what happened, i couldn't call her 'a friend' anymore. 

    i should've been angry, but i'm not. 
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    posted by . Senin, 25 Januari 2016 . / /

    Ok the title is very hyperbolic, i know, but what I'm going to share with you is one reflection of what happened 2 nights ago while i was driving home. 

    My friend, TF, came to visit the town while he was in a business meeting, so we decided to gather round, eating out and having a nice Saturday night with the folks. I drove him home around 9 PM and I went home. As usual, I put my boyfriend on my car speaker while I was driving because listening him babbling about his job is 100x better than the local radio, and usually I sang or whatnot, but I'm not. I was kind of focused on driving.

    The main road was filled with heavy traffic so I decided to take an alternative route--which I take almost everyday. This alternative road was dimly lit (i guess it's budget cuts on electricity) and yet was very empty. There are only a few motorbike ahead of me and not a lot of car. Then there's this one motorbike with two person on it that carried a 3kg liquified petroleum gas cylinder whom was around 10 meters in front of my car. Now, this is a regular view in my town since 3kg gas cylinder is common for household needs, but this bike, instead of carrying it by hand, he decided to put the gas under his feet. And you know what, the gas cylinder rolled out of the bike, straight into the road and into my car.

    I hit my brake hard, I screamed, a few bikes behind me hit the rear of my car. I almost threw up my dinner and my boyfriend, who was on the other side of the phone heard my scream and the sound of my car being hit. I open my window and found out that the gas is only 5 centimeters away from my tire which means if I was late hitting my brake for a few seconds, I could hit the gas, and something even more worse could happened. there could be an explosion. 

    sadly the bikes that hit my car and the bike who were neglect to secure their gas cylinders were all running away. and i was left shaken in the middle of the road unable to drive. 

    I stopped along the way because my asthma came back, rendered me unfazed and shaken beyond recognition. My boyfriend called my brother right away telling me that i have been in an accident. In a matter of minutes, everyone starts checking up on me. Then I went and telling this to my social media friends as a kind reminder of why you should secure everything you put on your bike. 

    If only i was a second late; there might been casualties. 
    I might've died.
    People who ride near me might died and injured. 

    As I am still too weak to drive my car right now--maybe I got a PTSD or maybe i'm just being a drama queen, but seriously I'm still scared and tremble every time I tried to drive my car-- I took this time to personally reflect on my life. 

    after all, writing is the best healer for souls.
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    posted by . Senin, 28 September 2015 . / /

    Have you ever had a salmonellosis? Apparently I just got one. I had to refrain from eating frozen foods, food from any food booth and food stalls and had to cook my own food in order to recover. And what's more sad than eating your lousy cooking whenever you hang out with your friends in the campus? 

    Okay, so salmonellosis aside, I was forced to rest when my bowel movement can't handle my swag and my fever hasn't gone down in days. So, what did you do when your stomach fails you? You stay at home, you drink a lot of water, and you go on facebook.

    Why facebook? Because, my dear, facebook is the source of all my misdeeds, misinformations, and misbehaving. I often traveled from one page to another in search of human stupidity (although my own account was a living proof that stupidity does exists) and sometimes I ended up in a very entertaining page about anti-vaccine movement, another day I ended up in this weird facebook groups about Anatidaephobia (I said weird because they posts tons of picture of ducks while being a support groups for duck phobia)

    So what kind of page did I find today? 

    It's an Indonesian page, which written in an improper kind of Indonesian language ("for F sake, please use a goddamn punctuation mark" - says my best friend, D, after I show him the page) but still very informative and yet, entertaining. It's a page about Handsome Police Member & Handsome Army Member.....Impersonation. To put it simply, it is a page about catfish. (the link is here, but the page is in Indonesian, and viewer discretion is advised because there were some nudities involved although most were censored)

    I rarely heard about Indonesian online catfish, although catfishing were one of the topic I covered from my old blog that has been deleted. In Ghana, the catfish/scammer use some kind of juju magic called the Sakawa so that their presumed victims will not caught on to their scheme. In Indonesia we acknowledged an almost similar kind of black magic called pengasihan or pelet. 

    I never thought that someday, like the Sakawa, the pelet will also go online on facebook. In the form of fake accounts with handsome policemen photos uploaded. Seriously, these accounts were so fake that you could detect its fakeness just by glancing at their profile, I mean, aside from human stupidity, what kind of reason could cause this kind of madness?

    the truth is this scammer, just like the Sakawa, preys on the lonely women (unfortunately, the age demographic of 30-50 were affected the most), which usually were indonesian who works abroad as household workers (a.k.a TKW), divorced woman looking for a love interest, or even a scorned and lonely housewives. 

    I saw naive women who were bluntly lured by sweet praises which might or might not came from a guy that was a loser, barely has money and trying to scam the bucks away. They hide behind a fake profile picture--which I had to admit, was very representative to blow your ovary away. I saw women who wire huge amount of money (there's one that wire close to 100 million rupiah which was a huge sum coming from a household worker). But admittedly what made me really sad is these women actually hope to meet their prince charming someday, and will do anything for the scammer including posting compromised pictures!

    What in the world was happening. I saw a woman who already had a teenage son putting up 'married' status in facebook with one of the fake account. The marriage never happened. She lost 65 million rupiah and i can't imagine what happened to her son. 

    Truth to be told, it's terrifying how they got fooled so easily, over and over again, with the same scheme to wire their money. It's terrifying how an empowered woman could lose so easily to loneliness. All they wanted to have is someone who loves them and showered them with affection, and they found it in facebook. but sometimes, their greed blinds them from actually realizing that everything is too good to be true. Maybe the biggest blessings to humanity nowadays is indeed an awareness.

    We all are social animals. That I can't argue. But were our animalistic instinct that intense so we actually yield to loneliness and let ourselves fooled by these scammer?

    There's six billions of people in this planet. A countless stars up above our head. Yet we still found an excuse to be lonely. Maybe it's just my naivety or there's actually a different meaning to lonely in these situation? Or maybe lonely was a term for sexual needs. Who knows. (In which, my best friend, D, will shout out loud, "ladies, you have a brain! control your vajayjay!"). 

    Loneliness will kill you. 
    So don't let it seek you.


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    posted by . Minggu, 27 September 2015 . / /

    it's been a year since your 24th birthday, the day when I forced myself to wake up at 4AM, drive to your home bearing cupcakes and birthday gift. this year, i forced myself to wake up even more earlier just to send you a video that I assembled for hours because you're 500km plus an island away.

    I watch you grow. I watch you became the man that has a sparkly eyes. That doesn't fake his laughs anymore. That stopped wasting his time just because he feel like he doesn't want to struggle anymore. I watch you re-emerged from the life you often referred as "hell". I watch you finding a purpose to life rather than solemnly living for nothing.

    Last year, I was looking with a man with a blank stare and no life in his eyes. When questioned about the future, he will simply say "my (insert relatives/family member/ex-gf/friends) says there's an opening in the (insert government agency/pharmacy companies/foreign farms) so maybe I'm going to apply". When questioned about his relationship with anybody he will simply say, "I haven't got the slightest idea how to really bond with anyone". When questioned about his family he will simply state that his family had their own needs that they need to attend to.

    The very first month into our relationship, I saw an abusive, wreck-job kind of man who is trying to serve his purpose on keep breathing. I saw a man who neglects himself, rarely eats, never wash his car, without any penny on his pocket to spend. I saw someone who were asking for help.

    Imagine living with someone who were trapped in his own darkest corner of his world, and all you're trying to do is bringing candles because you don't even have a light on you.

    Day by day, I forced him to go out with his friends and enjoy a night out. Forced him to go to his relatives and family members to get to know their better side. Forced him to study (by asking too many questions about his field of work). Forced him to understand that everybody has feelings, and feelings were something we attend to. Teaching him to care about other people were as hard as teaching a 4 years old calculus.

    One day he asked me, whether or not he should be a government workers. 
    I asked him back what he really wants with his life. 
    And he said, rather than being a government worker, right now he wants to use his profession to save lives. then he tells the story of how people around him kind of pressed him to enter the government worker employment exams.
    And I said, do what you think is best for you. do what will make you proud of yourself.
    Not because i don't want him to be a government workers, but rather because you can never get in between a man and his dream.

    A year later, i feel like it's been paid off. I saw a glow in his eyes when he talk about his job. I saw his better version of himself when he started caring about others. The abusive wreck job that I knew was replaced by this kind, full of smile, selfless and sincere guy I don't even know. But I'm really happy to know him. And everytime I saw this guy with a smile, talking about how he saves lives everyday, I feel really proud of him. Proud that he finally found something that he can be proud of. Something that will bring joy to his life.  

    everybody has a past. everybody will have trials and tribulations. 
    F Scott Fitzgerald says:

    For what it's worth: it's never too late to be whoever you want to be
    I hope you live a life you're proud of,
    And, if you find that you're not,
    I hope you have the strength to start over.

    Happy birthday.
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