september season

So, I will tell you my story about me for being called a hipster, I promise it’ll be short. We all know what hipster is, they are teenage-urban culture, they choose a whole new different lifestyle, clothes, and everything. In fact I couldn’t understand their mindset and of course I don’t want to know. So a few days ago it was rain in my neighborhood, probably because I life in hill. So when raining seasons comes, it always heavy rain in my neighborhood, but dry and sunny in the downtown or my college. So lately I wore a hat to cover up my head, and no, I don’t have a hooded jacket to cover my head. So I borrowed a knit cap from my brother, it’s not an expensive or cool one, just an average greyish knit cap. I put my sweater and cap on, I got to admit, I pretty look cool though on it and I’m ready to go. As I thought, I knew that it’s only raining in my neighborhood and sunny in my college. And when I walk to my class, my friend shouted hipster to me. All I did just wear my old swea

I’m kind of closed person. I don’t want to tell every of my friends about my dreams, because I thought I am not good enough to achieve it and I still have a raw talent in designing also lack of confident. But as the time goes by, one by one I tell them about my big dream, and surprisingly they supporting me. They told me that I have a big talent in designing and ask me to trust myself (I am so blessed to have you guys as my friends, thank you). Now I begin to trust myself and improving my skills in designing. Every time I made a sketch I dedicated to all of my friends, I want to make them proud of me, because without them I would still be a person with a lack confident and doubting my big dream. Okay enough chit chat about my wonderful friend, let’s get back to topic. In one afternoon, I’m just hanging out with my friends in one of my friend houses. Then I drag one of my best friend to a corner( I still didn’t tell all of my friends about my big dream actually, I just told my bi

           Sorry, it's been a while I haven't posting in my blog. I'm pretty swamped with my task a senior college student lately. There's a lot of task I have to finished. Okay, enough chit chat my college life, it's kind of routine actually. Let's talk about fall or winter season. I love fall season, the leaf became red brick or yellow, a breezy wind blowing your neck and everybody wear jacket, cardigan and scarf with glove. a perfect season to drink hot chocolate milk. In fact i was born in September, a fall season. But it all just happen in Europe or 'Merica. I live in equator area, so the season I had to deal just a BURNING-SUMMER and HEAVY-RAINSTORM-THUNDER . No, it's not pathetic as you heard, I kind of enjoyed it actually (I used to it).  So only in HEAVY-RAINSTORM-THUNDER I have a chance to wear layers like an elegant jacket or cardigan without scarf or glove. But I don't have an elegant jacket or coat, all I have is just an old-grey-