About a place

Do you, perhaps, believe in magic? 

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.

So real that it feels surreal.

Rejuvenate Myself in Martha Tilaar Salon Day Spa

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.

Yourganic, your healthy choice of Almond Milk

Hi it's me again with a healthy lifestyle related post. Apologize, no beauty nor make up reviews et cetera this time :)

If you happen to know me before, you must be familiar with a kind of lifestyle I am currently favoring. I am a fitspo enthusiast, I do sports, I do intermittent-fasting, and I try to consume healthy food as often as I can. Yet, I still have my own one cheat day within a week. Well, the pizzas and sate ayam are the treats I won't ever deny :p

Anyway, when we're on diet or restricting our food intakes (not that I do it, and nor that I support you to do that anyways), sometimes we find it hard to choose what to drink and we ended up drinking water and just water all the time. So if you're not a coffee drinker, or getting bored with the everyday-teas, and moreover, cow's milk, let me introduce you to an awesome stuff: almond milk.

There are so many brands that claimed they're selling Raw Almond Milk without any fatty sugar these days. But, let me tell you something: do not easily believe it. If you can feel a very tiny bit sweet taste in it, then it contains sugar. No doubt.

Now, if you are looking for a healthier choice of almond milk, you can try this one: Yourganic Raw Almond Mylk. Hit the jump for more of the tasty~ 

Awkwardly went to Miss World 2013

Back in blog! Hola Estrella!

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

Before The Coffee is Over

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."

The girl left without looking back. 

Why don't you

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...