september season

Hello again people around the globe. Sorry it’s been a while since my touchy and emotional posting (or so does my friend say about it). I don’t want to talk about it anymore, I will keep my feeling lock inside the box and throw it away to ocean and then sink beside titanic. Its spring time, now be gone every cold snowy or windy from winter season and welcome to sunny breezy spring. I know that in my country we don’t have spring season, we always sunny burning and sometimes tropical thunder in here. But I still get a spring spirit inside of me. Spring this year I guess come a little late on schedule, but eventually it’s still come to us. Now lets talk about spring and summer fashion week. I can see that designer get a flower fever, a  lot of floral details in this summer, I’m so excited, wohoo~. Let’s start from Dior collection, I don’t know how to start, IM IN LOVE..!! I love the collection, the details, the stage, all that kind of flowers, so beautiful, graceful, it can’t get a...

I write this after I had an argument with my mom. I hate writing about my feeling in blog, I feel like a spoil brats that always about whining everything or take a pity from you reader. But the thing is, I had enough, I can’t hold it anymore, I feel like I’m going to explode into deep sad confetti or melting with my tears. I didn’t tell my friend what I’ve been through, I keep it silent and lock inside my heart and then bury it deep in the oceans (okay it’s too dramatized). Okay, I will tell you about my story In October of this year (if God helps) I will graduate in my college, I study Accounting as my major. I know what you will say, “Oh I thought you study fashion or design or stuff like that” or “oh my, I thought you already a designer, I love your design, I guarantee you will become a famous designer, you have talents” or maybe “I don’t know who you are, your design is good, I don’t care, bye” (this probably just happens in my head). I’ve been study Accounting for four years,...

Sorry, I haven’t posting lately. I’m swamped in my sorrows and sadness and also college stuff, I’m gonna talk about it later or in the next post or maybe never. So today I’m gonna talk about MENS ACCESSORIES, I talk about all the weird mens accessories.   Back in the earlier man cave age, men had already accessories like a bones enemy or animal for necklace or bracelet, a headdress from bird feather, a layered furry boots tied up with strings, and a fine leather bag pack to carry weapon or food. It all looks so manly and macho and showing the maturity of himself and ready to be married. As the ages goes by, men’s accessories developing and changing. It became more elegant and civilized, but some still look the same. No more necklaces for men or bracelet, the women takes part they change bones with gemstones, the strings turns into gold or silver something shining to blinding men’s eye. And somehow men’s like to spoil their lady to covering herself up with shiny thing. And today ...

Okay, you all probably wandering why I wrote a tale in the last posting and in Indonesians language, there’s two reasons about that. First, my friends always insist me to write something in Indonesians language, no, they rare not stupid they just cant speaks or write English fluently (well actually my English level is pretty basic and of course I have bad grammar, but what the hell). And the second is, I just finished read Khaled Hosseins new book ‘AND THE MOUNTAINS ECHOED’, awesome book and greats plot story, you should read it. After that, the inspirations come to my brain like a wrecking ball with Miley Cyrus nude on it, swinging around and crushing my brain with her magical rainbow inspiration. And then I start write it down instantly. I also edited a few parts, because lots of consideration, thoughts, comments and advice from my friends. For you who cant read my tale, its okay I promise someday I will translate it into English or make   a new one, and no, I wont using Google ...

Di paling ujung sebuah desa nelayan yang miskin di pantai Malabar, India, seorang wanita menjerit kesakitan mempertaruhkan nyawanya untuk melahirkan anak satu-satunya dengan selamat. Disisi wanita itu Shoobir berdiri dengan lembut mengelus kepala dan menenangkannya. Wanita itu bernama Dilwali, sedangkan anaknya yang lahir dengan selamat diberi nama Raja. Selayaknya anak manusia lainnya, Raja tumbuh menjadi anak laki-laki yang suka ingin tahu dan bermain. Setiap selasa dan kamis siang, Raja akan menemani ibunya berdoa ke kuil. Raja senang melihat ibunya menari dan mendengar suara gemerincing gelang di kaki ibunya yang lincah. Lalu setelah berdoa, ibunya akan menceritakan dongeng para dewa dan jin. Tidak ada yang bisa menawar kasih sayang DIlwali kepada anak semata wayangnya. Sepuluh hari tepat setelah usianya yang sepuluh, Ayah Raja, Shoobir, meninggal ditelan ombak ketika sedang melaut. Ibunya yang sedih hanya bisa menceritakan kepada Raja bahwa ayahnya diambil oleh dewa laut, karena ...

    Its been a year, i never thought that time flies so fast. So many things happens this year, so many laughs, tears, betrayal, love, enemy, friendship, and anger. Wait what, who am i kidding. I've never been felt that in this year. Im just describe my friend's feeling, and no i dont want to talk 'bout it. I swear on brocode, not talked bout her issue here (yet). Little spoilers, it's about love issue ;)    Ok back on track. This year is just a reguler and normal year, no big thing happens in this year (well i hope there would be some kind of big thing happen to my life like got internship in chanel or featured in harper bazar). Its just a normal year, reguler stuff, and bla bla bla i dont care what so ever. But, last year i had a crazy adventure (sorry, im exaggerating 'adventure', its not like what you think).    So there's a day, i completly forgot when but i remember the rain (oo, its like quote in "V for Vendetta") i just got a news...

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...