Tuesday has become my most-awaited day of the week for it's my seeing-florist-kind-of day! It is listed in my 2014 resolution that I want to help much more flowers fulfilling their life purpose and it has became a routine for me ever since. You know, some people might say something like 'if you really love a flower, don't pick it up or it will die'. I'm not saying that I am against it but on the contrary to popular belief, I'd do the other way around. I'd say it is okay to pick flowers as long as you appreciate the way they should be appreciated.
Flower grows, flower blooms, flower, like every single living thing in the universe, eventually dies. And this makes me think that before it dies, why don't I let it fulfills one of its life purposes, adding beauty to its surrounding, bringing a touch of happiness for the eyes that will see them.
Again, I believe that it is okay to pick flowers, put them nicely in a vase on the table, let them decorate your room, your wall, your house, let them decorate your soul. While some flowers are meant to bring another life unto this world, some, are meant to be happiness bringer. And it's not just for the feast of the eyes. It is way more than that.
Thus, you can find me every Tuesday morning strolling around the tiny flower shop two blocks away from my office, having conversation with the florist and sometimes the delivery guy, and if I'm really really lucky I could get much more second hand flowers as a bonus. I don't mind though, they're still pretty and it makes me happy to see them bloom for once again in their life.
If making or seeing another people happy makes you happy, then I believe those flowers feel the same way too, the happiness from letting people happy just to see them.
First thing first, I apologize for the delay. After a long pause I finally managed to organize my thought bit by bit and wrote another letter for you. Thank you for the thumb, it was one beautiful confession you wrote about me. You see, we never had the chance to be that completely honest (and cheesy) whenever we met in person. You are the Joey to my Chandler, I mean, they shared a sweet yet awkward hug when times are rough and I think we, perhaps, have it a bit, the similarity. Yeah, I know it has been far too long, I gotta see you real soon, I hope. I need to see the three of you. *sigh*
While thinking of our times, the past, present, and all possible futures that may or may not happen, I made this playlist I wanted to share with you. It's a mini mixtape of some songs I like a lot, yet actually I'm not really sure that you'll like it as much as I do, but I hope you do, though. I really hope so.
Some song portrays me a lot, I think I daydreamed too much lately. Lol. I like spending my time alone and thinking about everything, small things in life that somehow been ignored by most people.
I might as well suggest you to listen to this mixtape while you're in a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch busses. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then perhaps you’ll see it - a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good.
There goes again, a tiny piece of melancholic wandering mind of me, hahahaha. Well, you knew me. :)
Anyway, here it is. Have a good time listening, and... until we meet again, soon!
please do not bother my messy handwriting >.<
Playlist: Drizzle
Mood: warm cup, long breaths, and the journey of wondering
Playlist of March 2014: Save The Whales
Mood: Dreaming
Track: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15
Listen to this playlist on 8tracks here.
These songs are basically what I often listen to in these past 2 weeks. I got so many questions inside my head yet I originally am a happy wonderer from the beginning, so yeah. I dream quite a lot, both, day- and nights. And I dream of happy places, most of the times. A peaceful space. I guess that is the reason why I have always wanted to do something that will make this planet a better place. I want to end poverty. I want to end hunger. I want to hug more trees. I want to save animals. I want to save the whales!
Anyway, happy listening and hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Although you probably can't recall, yet I still clearly remember the very first day I met you. The memories are very clear I was so stunned at your cute bangs back then (seriously, for real I was). It was one very hot and nerve-wracking day for it was the first time I stepped into college and had to be interviewed for the whole campus orientation related stuffs. My mind was blank, yet excited, yet scared, yet somewhat I was very sure that I'd be getting one cool experience I won't forget.
Long story short, back then it had never crosses my mind that I'll ended up having a very good friendship with you someday. I swear to God, YOU were one of the most jutek seniors among all, it scared me in the same time it amused me. I mean, it's not that you were being evil or just had to perform a role of the bad-cop guy, you know. You talked to me, you led me, you told me things I should do as a freshman. It's just, you NEVER smiled during the whole Campus Orientation activities, not even a tiny flinch of curvy lips. You had this straight, cool, eyebrow-raised expression on your face and you kept it the whole day. And honestly, I was afraid of you. (HEY DO NOT LAUGH AT ME, YOU EVILLY DEVILLY ACTRESS!)
Yes, in the end, I finally knew it was all just mere an act for the sake of Ospek and you have a very gorgeous smile you should know that.
I was probably too astonished by your appearance as an evil senior so I was scared to talk to you even when all the orientation thingy were ended. I found that we were on the same class and I had this curiosity thought of what kind of person you are as a friend, not as Teteh Nana. But still, I didn't know why I was probably too shy to take the initiation of starting conversation with you especially I am originally a very passive and awkward person. And then one day you were the one who started it. The very first conversation of us, friend-to-friend wise.
"Bung, lo juga ambil Kreatives Schreiben A kan ya? Bareng dong. Di mana sih kelasnya? Eh plis gausah panggil gue Teteh ya, geuleuh."
Once upon a blue moon, I had a dream of me walking happily and running wildly through a breathtakingly beautiful sunflower garden and when I woke up it's like I was still able to smell the sweet and tender fragrance of those beautiful, beautiful things.
I have always had this special bond with flowers since I was a kid, I grew up with plants and flowers around me. Thus, perhaps, explains the meaning behind my name 'bunga' is literally 'a flower' in Indonesian.
Anyways, I started reading and digging information on how to grow and cultivate them by my self, something I haven't do it quite seriously since the last time I studied, lol. And I am so blessed thank God for Ace Hardware, I came across their website and found that they actually provide sunflower seeds including its beginner growing kit. Aaaaawe~some!
If the answer is yes, then please, be my guest. If it's the opposite, then, umm, yeah be my guest already you guys. Read through.
I want to tell you a tale. Not a fairy one where there's a prince in the form and face of Lee Pace(of Thranduil. Of The Hobbit - if you're unfamiliar with Tolkien's, or perhaps living faraway from the universe) rescuing a princessy damsel in distress. It's more like a tale that an old grandpa told his grandchildren about. It might be a boring one that the grandchildren will soon fall asleep under the warmth of the checkered flanel blankets. But for those who were willing to stay awake until the very end of the story, he or she might realize that there's a thing worth appreciated in this world we're living in. Something that people tend to forget these days. Something that most times had been unappreciated.
Well, here it goes.
Once upon a time, there was a place. A coffee house to be exact. You may think that it was a common place. It was not. To me, at least.
This particular coffee house located only two minutes away from my place, a home I was living in for almost two years. It was a place where you could find me almost everyday, back in those years.
You may not believe me, but magic happened there. Many times.
Let's just say it was a magical coffee house. It started out with a simple activity. It was the first place I ran into every time I felt happy, sad, tired, exhausted, or perhaps just when I felt like getting a cup (or more) of caffeine intake. Soon enough, hours spent at that coffee house.
Meet ups, good byes, laughs, tears. Perhaps, I can even say that particular coffee house was a place which had witnessed many stories that had happened in my life.
Going back to the word 'magic' I mentioned above. Well, time stops at that place.
Time, literally, stops.
Weird? No. It's the magic that talks.
You are free to judge me, believe me, or may think that I am talking nonsense. But I can tell you that everything I told, was not a lie. I may not able to explain how time stops at that coffee house, or how could I even dare to call it's magic and mostly, believe in it. Yet it was real.
Hi I'm back and feel extremely guilty for only writing when I got the mood. But I think I'm not the one with such problem, so yeah. At least I am back! \m/
Few weeks ago, I got the chance to try and experienced such splendid moment in Martha Tilaar Salon Day Spa. And here goes my review.
Last Sunday (September 8), I got an invitation to attend one of the current most prestigious event in Indonesia, beauty pageant wise. So yeah, as you may guess, this post will be about the whole stories of my journey to watch Miss World 2013 Opening Ceremony, in Bali - Indonesia.
How did I get the invitation? Long storeeeh. But to make it short, let's just say that I won a contest to see a contest :p
She sat by the big window on the first floor of an unpopular quite fine coffee shop and bakery between a famous Dutch restaurant and a Japanese supplies center. This is their favorite place; this is where they met for the first time, last year. The girl is always punctual, thirty minutes before the agreed upon time. And he is always late, two hours, at least. She expected him to be late, but he got there early; just right after she seated. No one spoke until the waiter came.
He smiled and said, "What do you like to drink?"
"Same as yours." she replied, motionlessly.
"You sure? Hot?" he asked her back, raised his eyebrow. She nodded.
"It's okay. I learned to drink it hot already."
"We’ll just have one hot black coffee and the iced one for her. Thank you." he ordered her favorite nevertheless.
The waiter left and until he came back with their orders, nobody still speaks. The guy sighed and started drinking, the girl just peek through the window.
"Don’t you like it? It’s our favorite. Remember the first night we met here? You have drank like two glasses of this coffee!" he tried so hard to give out a little laugh. The girl sat still. He pretend to be really consuming the coffee while observing through the corner of his eyes.
"You know what I love about this place? The coffee tastes consistent and the ambiance feels really great and relaxing. You know what I think I should inquire for a franchise of this coffee shop. Clara knows well in business and she-"
She interrupted, in her lowest tone. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry we have to end up this way, pretending as if it’s nothing. You don’t have to tell me how good she is in business or whatsoever. I knew it. I should know, that is why you’re always late for the past eight months. This coffee break is just for formality. Thank you for the treat. Have a good night."
Lack of ideas on what should you do instead of doing nothing? Here's some inspiration on my 'Why-Don't-You' blogpost to waste your time with something unusual...
Ever dieting too much and ended up starve yourself, then one day you decided to give a treat to yourself with a donut but suddenly can’t stop eating it although you feel so full but you just can’t stop yourself and losing control?
Well, I did. And yes, that’s called binge eating when it happens regularly. You just can’t stop, you have this urge to eat, you eat until you you’re more than full, then you feel guilty right after, but on the next day it happens again.
It happened to me before until I realize I need to stop binging. But you know what, getting back from binging is something that wasn’t easy if you just blaming yourself.
Binge, or over eating, is considered as one of the Eating Disorder that we need to be careful because it literally can happen to anyone unexceptionally, even if you’re one of the health-conscious-eating person.
Binging is an uncontrolled ingestion of large quantities of food within a short time period, often accompanied by feeling out of control over the eating taking place.
We have all overeaten at one time or another, most notably around the holidays or on a special occasion. I think we have all gone back for seconds (or thirds) on Eid/Christmas/Thanksgiving, or had an extra slice or two of cake at a birthday party. So when does the occasional overindulgence cross the line into the realm of real binge eating?
That isn't always easy to define. But if your days and weeks are becoming more filled with sessions of overeating and guilt; if thoughts of "bad" food and "good" food are constantly on your mind; and the lines between enjoying a small piece of cake on occasion and eating the whole pie are becoming more obscure, it might be time to step back take notice.
For those of us who struggle with occasional binges that are more annoying and guilt-providing than obsessions or compulsions, there are a few tricks you can implement to keep yourself on track and avoid bingeing.
So hit the jump, read more, and take a look at this How To Bounce Back After a Binge tips as written in sparkpeople.com:
Hi guys!
So this is just a short update of what I'm currently doing.
Apologize for the lack of posts, lately I was quite sick and needed more rest and I am also having a minor surgery on Monday (which is tomorrow).
Am good, not really a big deal, just something really needs to be taking out of my body for a better health :D
The weight loss journey still continues, and it's not done yet. I'll be back in a better condition and I promise you I'll blog more once I am fully recovered.
So yeah, thank you for patiently reading and waiting, your feedbacks are always appreciated. I love you even mooaaar :*
Let me talk about how do I started it. When I first saw the commercial, never thought that I am able to do it. I felt dying and throwing up already just by watching the commercial. See it with your own eyes and you'll feel that it is really an intense program.
But then I went to Youtube and I watched some of those Insanity Transformation result videos, and then I thought that "Wow, the transformations are amazing. I think it is do-able. If those people can do this, there's no reason that I can't."
And with those thoughts, I finally took one of the very huge decisions in my life that makes me thankful and grateful right now.
If you asked me how do I motivate my self I'd say thank God for Youtube. And all those fitblrs on tumblr too. Seriously their weight loss journeys inspire me, their stories motivate me. And I want to be able to overcome all my doubts and make a change for myself. I want to be the fitspirations everyone's talking about. And especially, I want to do it for me.
Hit the jump, and read more about my workout routine~
So, I got plenty of questions from my friends, asking about what did I do to lose all those fats in my body.
Well, I used to be fat, yes. Especially after I came back from Germany where I gained more than 11 kilograms. Dammit, I blame to all those Nutella and French Cheese I ate every mornings.
But anyway, after a lot of struggling points, I made a U-turn.
Long long time ago, I was an athlete. A regional captain of basketball team back when I was in highschool. Oh those good memories, the sweat, the spirit, the popularity, and all those highschool crush. Snap!
Anyways, I stopped doing basketball because I personally choose to stop. I was bored, I think. And I already felt that I played too much basketball. So during my college, I rarely play it again. Sometimes I did play a bit but definitely not as much as when I was in highschool.
And then I went to Germany, and eating all those heavenly fatty foods and I gained weight and I couldn't stop gaining weight and I became fat.
This year, 2013 if you're reading it from the future, I met someone who finally slap me and made me realize that I am not what I used to be and I CAN be what I used to be. Healthy and toned. That particular someone was tickling my competitive side that apparently had never left my mind. The spirit is actually deep within me and now it gradually comes out and challenging me once again.
So I practically changed my lifestyle, and so ready to work out to gain a toned body that I used to have. Hit the jump, read more and I warned you: you are about to see the not-so-dramatically change in me in a before and during self portrait.
This will be the day I'll remember for the rest of my life.
The day I saw you sleeping peacefully with the sheer white veil on top of your face. You looked so pretty, my dear, so beautiful. You had been always become my definition of beauty.
Everything's blurry. Like it was a dream. Like it was a vivid scene of a fantasy movie that everyone knows it can't be true. Or maybe this just something I refuse to believe in.
Oh the memories inside my head....
Do you remember the way we always sat at the corner right table of the classroom, just because it's the farthest distance from the teacher's seat?
Do you remember your old Nokia 7650 that we used to take all those embarrassing selfies?
Do you remember how we were always teamed up together to make your english essays homework?
Do you remember the way we were passing those cheating paper during exam and how we tried to recite all those cities on the map before facing our cruel Geography teacher?
Do you remember how we secretly competed each other for the best result in the class? And how we ended up switching ranks and comforting each other by the end of the day.
Do you remember our secret plan to sneak out of the class every time we were bored? And on how we collected those Amal Jumat money from the entire class just to walk out of the classroom and feel the breezing wind outside?
I still remember the way you talked about your boyfriends.
I still remember your secret affairs and the way you regretted it right after.
I still remember the history of your love life, timeline, kaleidoscope, and what you thought about each and every one of them.
I still remember clearly your handwriting and how you twirled your hand using those colored pen.
I still remember the way you laughed out loud and the way your chin sharpened every time you smile.
I still remember your quirkiness and I still hate the fact that you were so lazy to comb your hair.
I still remember the scent of your old purple room, those pretty wallpapers, that giant Elmo doll, and the banana telephone which has the loudest tone ever.
And oh my, I can't even believe that I still able to recite your phone numbers, Dar. All your phone numbers from three different providers. :')
Oh those things are still lingering on my mind, even until now. This very second. God, I miss you, I miss you now, then, and forever. I miss you already.
It breaks my heart that I have to face my life knowing that you're gone. You're gone too soon, sweetheart. Too soon.
Yet. I know you're going to a better place, a place that will embrace your beauty and kindness. A place that suits you the most for you're as beautiful as an angel. No, you are an angel to me. You always are. And you are the most beautiful angel up there, I believe.
You always stood out of all people by your cute character and your big heart, those of us who got to know you were very lucky for having crossed paths with you, you now have God by your side.
I know you're no longer here, but please be okay with the fact that you'll always be in my heart and I won't let those memories of you disappear. I love you, my dear.
Rest in peace, Amandara Zahra. 17/08/89 - 13/03/13
Heaven must be an even better place now with the sound of your quirky laughter :')
This post is about the most lovable celebrity couple that caught my eyes recently. No, am not talking about Johnny Depp and Winona Ryder, they will always be my most favorite couple (or ex couple) in the whole entire universe. It's the second close, particularly. But since Johnny and Winona broke up long time ago, so yeah, this couple is probably climbing up into the first place.
I'm talking about Tom Fletcher and Giovanna Falcone. You don't know who they are? Well, you better read this post until the very end, you won't regret it.
Tom is the main vocalist of the band McFly from England. Remember the "it's all about you~, it's all about you baby" song? Good song, right?
Why the hell am I talking about this England pop band in my blogpost anyway? Okay so here's the story. They just had their wedding last year. A beautiful wedding, if I may say. Handsome groom, awesome bestmen, beautiful bride, pretty flower decoration yadda yadda yadda.
Well every wedding suppose to be beautiful, yes. But this one is special.
Few weeks ago, I read it from my Twitter timeline, my co-worker, Anindhita, tweeted:
Translation: Sobbing hard while watching this --> My Wedding Speech
So my curiosity apparently led me to something even more beautiful. The video showed me how amazing Tom as a human being. I mean, the creative-clever idea popped inside his brain before he poured it into those lyrical words, all the efforts to make it special and unique, and especially the way he looks at his new wife, Gi (abr from Giovanna).
It was so perfect. Simple, yet perfect. Imperfect, but perfect. Perfect from all those imperfections.
It's a video that makes me smiling, giggling, chuckling, laughing, and crying. Even it creates those effects to me until now.
It's not something amazing like a magic super show or those things you saw on national TV, no it's far from that. It is a really down-to-earth, common, cover song like those videos you saw in Youtube, but Tom successfully made it so emotionally special because it was on his Wedding day.
Okay, won't say much. Just watch it on your own:
To bring it more amazing into so many levels, apparently this video reached more than 9 million views and still keep counting. Even he, himself, really shock upon this awesome feedbacks.
The 27-year-old McFly star was shocked to see the video had gone viral, having previously admitted that he’d ‘only really put it up to share it with family’.
He tweeted this morning: ‘Over 2 million views in a couple of days! That’s crazy nuts! :)’
The singer has been criticised for uploading the touching footage the same week as his bandmate Harry Judd’s wedding photos were published in Hello magazine, especially taking into consideration he and Giovanna Falcone tied the knot in May last year.
Defending his awkward timing, he tweeted: ‘I read that article about me posting it to try and “steal Harry’s thunder”. I had no idea his wedding article was coming out this week!’ (Source: Metro.co.uk)
Yeah Tom, I personally don't care if you're trying to steal Harry's thunderlighting or not. But you made it, dude. I bet thousand grooms out there are purposely postponing their wedding after the brides see your videos.
I love every single thing on the video, but especially I really, like- really, able to feel how much Tom loves Gi in every way. It's beautiful. I don't know if it was because of the sentimental melancholy side of mine or not, but I watched this video for like, hundred times already. I even remember all those lyrics inside my head, and now I'm able to tell you each name of their bridesmaid with perfect spelling and tone.
Love, is beautiful indeed. Especially when you're not afraid to show it to the world.
Congratulation for your wedding, dear Tom & Gi, go make pretty babies and leave it to Dougie to become a Nanny for them, he'll love it. :p
Last but not very least, a picture of McFly as a bonus~
“You see us as you want to see us… In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.”
My hands have been tied around my back for quite some time. My mouth is dry and when I woke up this morning you were the only thing I could see because it was pouring again. This isn't an apology.
I may not know your name but sometimes there is no clouds and I believe in sunshine and a little wind child blows me like some sweet song you sung cause some people know how to sing.
I am the most amazing human being that you will ever meet. I do not care anymore. I was once capable of anything, I mean I still am. And where is everyone like you, I have not found anything close to a partner. I'm sorry I ever let you know.
This was bullshit. This is bullshit. Maybe I should just be quiet. But I've got so much to tell you. Like how this is the only place I feel alright. Yes, right here. Where I can tell you about everyone you ever loved by just a glimpse. I will tell you everything. There is no place I would rather be.
I did not mean to start things out this way. Maybe it's all the clouds. I lied, there are no clouds. One day we will rise up and let the ocean wash away all the memory. I was in love once, and I will not be quiet now.
I meant to start all the things differently. My words are all dusty and a bad cough. I would like to be on the back of that motorcycle again. Feel the winds that blowing through our ears. And I am not sorry anymore.
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