I'm currently welcoming my favourite alter ego back, KIMSHEY. Well, in other words, it means I'm in my mood of art right now. Forgetting about the college assigments and my future plan to take a major in Microbiology next year... for a while.

Above is one of the photos of my pre-Final Assigment in LFM (Liga Film Mahasiswa). Its theme was Human Interest and it tells you a story about the 'Curiosity'. Both of the men in this photo was sitting on the big window of central mosque of UPI. From the face expression of the man on the right, you can see that he was curious while looking at his friend's handphone. You can also notice that the situation really supports him from the eye of the photographer : They were framed in a big window, and window is the symbol of knowledge which National Geographic uses. Well, Alhamdulillah, this photo won the title Photo of The Day which was given by the senior photographers in LFM.

I was too lazy to write all of them in my notebook so all I did was saving it in my camera's memory. By the way, in every of our photo assigments, we must have one page of assistance.
I'm still in my huge passion of photography and art, though I've been preparing to take a major in Microbiology next year. The GPA requirement is very high, above 3.2 points. The rivals are so many, just like the previous years. I hope I can get the IP above 3 points in this semester, so that I can save some and then study harder again in the next semester. Amin Ya Rabbal Alamin :)
I’ve been ‘sleeping’ for a long time since the last time I post something on this blog. I think now is the best time for me to wake and write down some of my thoughts, my experiences, and my life stories. People ever said to me that it’s not good to keep the goods in for ourselves. Good things happened, must be told.

I took this photo when I was in the Lighting education session with the senior photographers from LFM. The crew used a small softbox and built-in flash that time. So all I did was just sitting in my seat and waiting for the flash and softbox to be turned on, and then I press my shutter. Well, it went out like this, hahaha :) I set my exposure for 15 seconds, fyi
I’m currently spending my holidays in Jakarta now, exactly since Thursday night (I left Bandung in 6 PM and spending the rest of the hours with long traffic jam, argh). Yesterday was the Iedul Adha day, the day where all of the moslems in the world, including Indonesian ones, sacrifice (qurban) their animal as a symbol of the thankful appreciation to Allah SWT. We had 15 minutes this morning for the Shalat Ied and then it came for us the time to enjoy the breakfast with, of course, the legendary Opor Ayam (or Chicken Curry; it’s like a must-eat food on big days of Islam). It’s different from Iedul Fitri day because in Iedul Adha, most of moslems didn’t take a breeakfast before we went pray Ied. Mom said that it’s like a symbol of tolerance to the poors. Got it.




Photos of the children that I saw during Shalat Ied. Most of them was looking bored because, of course, they couldn't understand what were their mothers doing that time. I thought that they were cute so I took a lot of shoots of them.
Well, actually, the one that I wanted you to read is about my previous experience in Jakarta (too), exactly 3 weeks ago.

This is one of the children that I noticed when I was in Shalat Ied together with all of the people. I love to see children's face structure. So perfect, far before they were contaminated by Jakarta's 'polutions'. Finally, Mom allowed me to bring my camera outside, teehee~.
I went back to Jakarta last Saturday (Oktober 31st) to visit my Mom and my two younger brothers. I’ve been missing all of my family members since the last day I saw them on my Lebaran holidays. Dad’s been going out to Blora to visit my grandfather since Wednesday, so it’s really a good coincidence for Mom to have me in her side, although it’s just for a night. I took a shuttle bus instead of the train because I thought it was the one that was available anytime while I was dealing with my hectic schedule that day. I had a hunting session with my LFM crews at the center of the city (There was an event called Kemilau Nusantara that day. It was a carnaval of the traditional cultures of Indonesia and was the part of the Helarfest, a yearly festival which was held by Bandung Creative Community) from 11 AM and I had to end it at 2 PM because I had to run to the nearest ATM. Yeah, stupid me, I forgot that I didn’t have enough money in my wallet to pay the shuttle bus fee, so I didn’t have any ways beside running to the ATM BNI near the Advent Hospital. Then, after I got some money in my hand, I ran as fast as I could to my Aunt’s house (where I’ve been staying since August), packed my luggage, and then walked fast to The Promenade, where the X-Trans office located. The shuttle bus would depart on 3.15 PM, so I should be there at least 5 minutes before it departs. Then after I got the things done, I went into the car. Because of exhausting, I slept for a long time in a seat that was closest to the car’s door. To tell you the truth, that’s not a good seat at all. You’d be the most disturbed by the sound of machine of the car (it ‘drinks’ solar, fyi, not the premium one. So, the machines are sooo diesel) and the sound of the wind that was passing the car’s window. Well, this I advice you, if you want to ride a shuttle bus, be sure to reserve at least a day before your departing and take a seat that was furthest from the car’s door. You don’t want to end up like me in that day, right? :D

Since I've got myself into ITB, I'm deeply in love with National Geographic. Beside it supports my study in SITH, it has a lot of great photos from amazing photographers in the world too!
After arrived in Jakarta on night, I had some discussions with Mom although they weren’t last long because I knew that Mom was really tired. Fyi, I just had a night to go on in JKT. So, instead of forcing Mom to stay awake for me, the next day I cleaned and washed all of the dishes and in the morning, I helped her doing laundry. While helping her, I took a look at her silently. Her face looked tired and I knew that she was in a big stress because of problems that of course, I couldn’t spill in here. Her wrinkles showed that she has been living in a tough life. I couldn’t imagine how tired she is everyday, doing the houseworks, from cleaning the floors to cooking for the dinners. I can’t blame anyone for this, including Dad who’s been busy with his works, earning the money for us out there. I once told Mom that I can return to home every weekend to help her, but she replied to me a “No”. She told me that she didn’t want me to think about the family problems, the houseworks, and all about things that was not related to my study. She’s been telling me to keep up my study in ITB because she knew that it must be really hard to live as a student in there. My Dad was a former civil engineering student in there and she still remembered how Dad struggled with his life that time. Then Mom told me again that if I want to come home on the weekend, of course she would be okay for that. But she didn’t want me to force myself to spend the money to pay the shuttle bus or train, especially if I just have a little time to go back home. What I could do that time was nodding to her words. Mom ever told me that wherever I go, I still can help the family with prayings. Allah SWT is always be on your side, accompanying you through the nights, so don’t be shy to ask Allah SWT to give the good things for the family. Whenever I remember her words (though now Mom is currently sitting behind me, watching TV), it's like I really want to hug her tightly.

Above is Sayyida Latifa's Yashica analog camera. One of my photos for the pre-Final Assigment too, but it didn't amaze the juries, hahaha. I've told them that this camera was like abandoned by the owner and they told me that my concept was good, but it was very unfortunate that the photo didn't really illustrate my concept.
After visiting my family, the days in campus felt a lot more better than before. I felt that I’ve gained the new energy to face the reality that I’m still a student of ITB and I will always struggling with the days for the next 3 years. That’s the consequences of life that I must face because I’ve already agreed to live like this. I’m not a high schooler anymore, not even a teenager at all. Plus, because there’s no and there will be no official age range for young adults, people treat us like a real adults. Even some of my friends have already planned their marriage from now on, LOL.
Oh yeah, you must be curious about the title, right?
I guess I’ve told you that I have some alter egos in my personality in my previous posts and have been keeping up all of them nicely since the first second I realized each of them in my own soul (exactly after graduated from Labschool junior high, where I 'learn' a new word called FUN. Blah :P). I don’t name my alter egos. They just like my masks. The good masks.

The one in the left is Kinsya and in the right is Dini. Both of them are my CaKru friends in LFM. We were in the hunting session at UPI, Bandung, when I took this photo.
Most people think that the other side of a person must be always darker that the real side. But my case is an exceptional. My other sides are all kind and act good to everyone. Of course I’m still a normal human being who can be mad and sensitive sometimes. But I don’t call that moment as the situation when I changed myself to one of my other sides. It’s like an opposite for me that I think I was in my real personality if I was angry and sensitive. I don’t want to have any bad alter egos. Let them be good to everyone because they are important to be used to face the people around me, except for my own family (Mom, Dad, and my brothers; but that’s not including to my Aunts, my Uncles, my cousins, and other family relations). It’s enough for me to hurt my parents back then, so I don’t want to hurt anybody else. Well, that’s my thoughts about the alter egos of myself. They can be your full-face masks which covered you from the harsh words that you heard and bad things that are happened to you while you are crying and angry behind it, but they can also be your half-face masks which can show your real smile and let the people know that your mouth says ‘thanks’ when there’s someone who gives you a candy or have good things happened to you.
As for myself, I have 4 alter egos which I use the most. One is used to face all of my friends, one is used to face the friends that I don’t like, one is for the people that I care (beside parents, of course), and the last is for facing the invisible people like the virtual friends. All of them has been helping me through my life until now. They've been keeping my real personality safe, no matter what words that I’ve been heard, what views that I’ve seen.

I took this photo when I was waiting for the public transportation which would take us to the Monumen Kota, where the Kemilau Nusantara event was held. This reflects the situation in the Ganesa sreet when it was really people-less that time. Fyi, the left is ITB and if you turn right, you'll see the Salman Mosque.
Of course, at first, it’s weird to change yourself suddenly, especially when the people that you don’t like is coming when you are talking with the other. Double face-ing surely helps me to get along with this hectic life. But of course, I never recommend you to have an alter ego because it’s not something that is easy to be controlled. Some people even have their alter egos turned them into a bastard, coward, and bad person, which makes themselves to be a person that is hated by everyone because they like to talk about everyone behind and be the backstabbers. Everything that is happened to you in your life, including this, is a life’s choices. Having alter ego makes me learn how to make other people happy, how to behave to somebody, and how to react to what is happened to you. But I still have an impact to my personality, although it’s far smaller that the first time I let my alter ego out. Sometimes I can't recognize my own real personality. When I use my first alter ego for the first time, people told me that I was really different than before and it was really bad. Since that time, I began to control my alter ego like trying to arrange the good words when facing the people that I don’t like. To tell you the truth, IT IS NOT EASY and it needs a lot of time.
Oh yeah, I remembered that many people have asked me whether ‘Kimshey’ is one of my alter ego or not. Actually, at first, I think it could be the other alter ego of mine because being a ‘Kimshey’ makes me think that I can do works related to my art hobbies better. But I realized later that it’s better to be my artist/designer name rather than be one of my alter egos for some reasons that I can’t be told here. Hahaha, sorry, Pals : )
If you have an alter ego, please tell me by commenting in here. I’d like to read your story about it, in English or Indonesian. Maybe your case is nearly same or same at all with my case…, who knows?
Sheyka. (writing in one of my alter ego, special for blog writing only, LOL)
*and oh yeah, by the way, if you've followed me through Facebook, you'll know that I'm currently learning Deutsch a lot. Wish me luck! :D :D
**and I have a suprise photo for you~~ ^^

The cutest baby that I saw during Shalat Ied yesterday.
Omona~ the face expression was like, "Ah?" and looked so innocent! :3 nyunyunyunyu~
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