Coffee and Contemplation - 1

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  It was a pleasant evening, and I always order a Japanese iced filter whenever I spend time at this particular slow bar in Jakarta. As I sipped my 50k-something coffee, my mind began to contemplate the passage of time. Ten years ago, I only paid 18k for the same menu item, the same beans. I understand how inflation works, and I know that coffee crops depend heavily on nature to thrive. Yet, as I sat there, I realized how drastically prices have skyrocketed over the last decade—not just for coffee, but for everything. Even though my salary has increased fourfold in that time, I still feel as though my buying power has weakened. It wasn't just the price of the beans that bothered me; it was the realization that the cost of living is quietly eroding everything I’ve worked for. I won't go into the weeds of government mismanagement, but it reminded me of a scene in The Trial of the Chicago 7 , where Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s character asks Sacha Baron Cohen’s about his contempt for hi...
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Day Off

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There's always be one day in a month that I feel paralyzed. Like this day. I just don't want to do anything. Not even watching tv. But, writing is my catch. And my brain couldn't stop thinking. The only thing that won't work today is my heart.

Like I told u before, and before before, I always have things to be done. 2 articles for my freelance assignment, editorial meeting, get some properties for another prewed photoshoot, and prepare my next trip. Instead of doing those to-do list, here I am. Sitting on a couch in the park. With a bottle of orange juice, just finished biking around.

U might think I'm lazy, what I wanna say is: there's no point in forcing urself to something because u'd most likely have to do it over again after the initial screw up. I know, after couple hours sun bathing, I'll be able to do my task. For now, aaah, lemme enjoy sun, wind, orange juice, books and blog. Then I'll go to theater and get myself movies marathon.

Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine.

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