Another Treasures Found!

Oh, I have to tell you how happy I am,

when I found these two treasures in the corners of my house

Yes, just like what I’ve said before, they are treasures

Finding treasures like this give me thrills way more than simply buying new pieces

I always love challenges in order to have a new look

Like, going through your old forgotten clothes

and finding out that you could still actually work some things out!

And you’ll even more proud when it actually look good

I do that quite often, sometimes people wouldn’t even realize that it’s an old piece

And I love doing that, maybe I should consider that as a hobby, hehe just kidding

Anyway, those treasures are my mama’s old shoes and bag

Want to know how old they are??

I’m telling you anyway! Hehe

The shoes are over 17 years old and the bag is....

 *drum rolls* more than 30 years old!!

Wow, and this is only the beginning of my precious time with them

Hopefully, it will be another 30 years

if I take care of them good enough

Briar

Why am I looking super sad here?

Probably because, here, I was being dragged down by my insecurities.

Speaking of insecurities, a few days ago 

as I scroll through instagram's endless explore feed, 

I found a super pretty barbie-looking-internet-famous girl  

that, despite her look and makeup, turns out to be only 15 years old. 

Long story short she gained my curiosity 

and I ended up to a video of her talking,

without makeup and everything,

about how she is just a normal teenage girl that have insecurities. 

It was simple, some of her insecurities was just about her eyelashes, 

about how 'too' round her face is, etc. 

Negative side of most people would think 

"Duh, lots of people are insecure about what they gonna eat tomorrow." 

but hey, I could still learn something from this. 

I learned that despite how beautiful she is,

even without makeup, she still have insecurities, 

just like how me and all of you would probably feel. 

She's insecure about how her face is too round, 

while I sometimes am insecure about how my face is too angular. 

See, people are insecure about what they don't have, 

while they forget about what they already have. 

Again, the point is to be grateful. 

And it's not only about physical things, of course.

But I am not gonna lie, as imperfect humans, sometimes insecurities slip in. 

But, that's ok, as long you don't let it drag you down.. 

for too long..  at least.. Hehe

Thanks, Problem!

In the middle of a hectic week

I randomly found a strip of comic on pinterest

It was very short, very simple, and actually was a comedy

The comic was about life, packaged in a laughable way

Yet, this one strip suddenly hit me

It was about a person in a moderate mood,

Suddenly,  problem, in a shape of a small round creature, came

Problem kept on fighting the person and he had to fight back

He was struggling to fight until it drained his mood

But right after he finished getting rid of the problem,

His mood turned full, it wasn't even full before problem came!

After that, he even thanked the problem!

Wow, I never thought of that before, yet, it is so true

I feel like I should keep looking at problems that way

Therefore, life would become happier!

What I hope is that I remember that comic strip when I'm facing problems

Since problems usually dragging me far from every good thoughts

Anyway, right after that hectic week, I feel super happy and relieved

That's why that strip of comic pops up again in my mind

And I know even right after this one problem went through,

another problem is already waiting and could arrive in any minute

But that's okay, after I go through this next problem

I'll be even happier then right now!

p.s. the comic is by Owlturd and you can find it in owlturd.com

What is beauty to you?

What is beauty to you?
Hm, there's physical beauty and inner beauty.
People keep talking about inner beauty.
So, I'll give you my thought about physical one.
I actually get this thought randomly on a commuter train.
Just because I didn't bring my earphone.

So, if you ask me if I'm beautiful, there are two answers.
First is the idealistic one. Yes.
I believe that every single person is beautiful.
Because God created them.
God wouldn't make a mistake. He never do wrong.

Second is the realistic one. It depends.
Some times when I look into the mirror,
I thought "Wow, you're so beautiful,
how come you're not famous?"
Some other times when I look into the mirror,
I thought, "Look at your face, why are you so ugly?"
and then a long "Ughhhhhhhhhh".

But when I think more about it,
the first one usually happens when
I'm on a good mood, when I'm happy.
Usually it would be easy to smile on the mirror.
While the second one usually happens when I'm tired,
when I'm on a bad mood, and keep on complaining.

Then, I finally get it!
I finally get the "smile is the best makeup" thing.
A thing that most people and I (used to) find super cliche.
I then realize that smile or happiness roots on gratefulness.
While stress and sadness roots on complaining.
We should be grateful, at least because we have
a complete face and body parts.
Even if it's not complete there are always things to be grateful for.
By being grateful about what we have, about what we are,
we'll love ourselves, and we'll be confident, happy.
We'll be beautiful.

p.s.

Hmm, this writing doesn't really relate to the pictures, 

but I'm just going to be honest that I just simply don't know what to write. Hehe.
But wait, do they really can't be related?
They're pictures of me, this writing is about beauty, I'm beautiful.
Oh wait, they actually relate! HEHE

Taking In The Good

What I like the most about being abroad is

to see another perspective of the world,

to see a different culture,

and by culture I'm not only saying about old things,

but also how the people living their life.

Some people think that time is so precious,

so they have to fill every second with work.

Some people think that time is so precious,

so they have to enjoy every second of it.

Some people smile to almost everyone that pass them by,

but only smiling when someone asks for help, not even stopping.

Some people rarely have smile on their face,

but the smile comes the second someone asks for help,

trying to help as best as they can even if language constrain them.

There's always good and bad in everything, 

but I'm trying to take in the good in everything.

But there's also good and bad in me,

but I'm trying to focus on the good in me.

There It Was

There it was

Where the light sky blue

And the greenish sea blue met

The light sky was just being calm

Decorated with white cotton shaped clouds

That shadowed the warm sun light

The greenish blue was never still

It kept moving, it kept running

But it sounds was only a whisper

The pale cream sand

Sun kissed, being another cool tone

That kept company the two

In an uncertain way, it

Amused my eyes with the colors

Calmed my mind with the whispers,

Overwhelmed my heart with joy

And put a smile on my face

Minimal

Shirt dress.

The classic white one.

With a twist of a ribbon at the end 

of the longer cuff, shaping a messy bow.

Black bow on the neck, along with the black hair, 

they are framing the black round shades covered nude face.

This Old Town

A jazzy music welcomed us.

As my sister and I get off of our car in front Braga Citywalk Mall.

Creating a lovely vibe.

We took a little stroll along Braga street.

Couldn't bear not to take any picture.

It is not that this is our first time.

But the vibe of an old town always fascinates.

Makes me wonder how it was before, in 1940s.

Vintage cars passing by.

Dutch girls wearing midi skirts.

Boys wearing knee-high socks.

Indonesian girls wearing kebaya.
European styled buildings.
A mix of Bahasa and Dutch writings above every shop door.

And how it is now, in 2016.
Today's cars and motorbikes passing by.
People wearing casual clothes.
Lots of vintage themed restaurants.
Some not vintage themed restaurants.
Remaining European styled details in buildings.
And the rain that starts falling.

Yes, unfortunately rain starts falling not so long after we got there.
Wouldn't let me to take pictures of my surroundings
or even enjoying it a little more.
And so we ran back to the mall.



Being 19

20 August 2016, I turn 19.

19.

A prime number.

Can only be divided by 1 and 19 itself.

It's an odd number and doesn't seem to mean anything.

That's what I thought, until I realize that it's the last year of my teenage life.

Thinking it that way frightens me.

Frightens me by the possible things that I've missed 

and the bigger responsibilities that coming.

But as cliche as it is, life goes on.

I can't ever stay in a moment forever.

For everything in this world always changes.

Every certain thing has it own time.

That's what I've always said to myself.

So it's time to let go my fear,

appreciate everything, 

and grow up.

Thanks God, for another year of blessings.

Black, White, and Sparkling Sweater

Black, white, sparkling sweater and a pair of platform sandals with socks.

Again, I fell for a full black and white outfit.

It's simple yet pretty.

Minimalist yet bold.

The sparkling sweater.

You may not see the sparkles form a far, but it sparkles as I move.

Catches eyes for a simple outfit.

A pair of platform sandals with socks.

Open-toe shoes don't go with socks?

So last year.

Through Our Eyes

"Wow"

said one of us right after we get in.

"This is crazy."

said almost all of us, multiple times, not simultaneously, in front of the artworks.

"This one looks like a duck," "..and this one looks like a spaceship."

said one of us, trying to figure out the abstract paintings.

"I don't understand it."

said one of us, finally.

Those are the conversations that would be heard, when my friends and I visit ROH Projects in Equity Tower, SCBD. 

An art exhibition sure should fascinates people, otherwise it's not really successful.

But as an architecture students we're not just saying that in wow, but we were also terrified because it could be something that we'll be facing in the future, yet we didn't understand it. 

However, it didn't terrify us for a long time, for it was art. An ambiguous thing, which should not have to be understood by everyone. But to be understood with one's own perspective. And it could be different with another.

Therefore, we had so much fun guessing what was the artist trying to say from this artwork, and what was it that we got from our perspective.

And finally, got inspired.