This was my drug, I lived for these things

  Excuse the long introduction thingy!

Matah Ati: The beautiful kind of beauty.

(photos courtesy of Matah Ati Facebook, and further info about the play is on the website)

&These are my favourite, favourite scenes of all.

Rambutmu, mbak Rambat:(

First&second are the great war, the next two is either Rubiyah's kasmaran or gundah gulana scene, both are the solo piece of Mbak Rambat Yulianingsih, the amazing dancer that potrays Rubiyah or Matah Ati. Next is the villagers scene. At Solo, they're making hell out of laugh /and/ some of sensitive political jokes. I love it. It's snappy, it's fast and it's clever. The caping throwing is awesome too because you see a lot of movement in the stage and it closed the part beautifully. After is Rubiyah (Mbak Rambat) and Raden Mas Said in the great war. I really like this photo because it's Rubiyah that's in the spotlight, not Raden Mas Said. I love the story. It's so javanese, I love being javanese. But it's so modern, regarding the time (The setting was supposed to be  1700-1800-ish), it's amazing that a woman that's not actually priyayi or royal could lead the war and actually win. The last photo is the lovemaking scene and what I love about it, it's so sacred and calming but scary at the same time. Mbak Rambat looks so pretty and I want to be that pretty. Javanese pretty. Not I'm-a-fabulous-New-York-City-Woman but Javanese beauty. It scares me though that somehow, out of nowhere, a man could ask your dad for permission to marry you.

With Mom

Matur nuwun saget kagem sendratari Matah Ati. It was a life-changing moment for a while:)

OH HOW I MISS BLOGGING

Hello at Starbucks now with loveliest twins on earth working on a cool project between us. Anyway, I'm still pissed because I kept spending my money (hell yeah) for unnecessary things when I have to collect, like, only 200k for the new modem. I know. I should start saving up because I'm on a diet right now. No, not the slimming-I-want-to-get-skinny diet but more like a food combining journey? This new lifestyle is picked up by Mom because it's actually really beneficial and important... SO I'm going to bring a lunchbox... Almost everyday. Sigh:\

The upload got messy, I don't know why. So... Back to project.

To study the hopes and dreams.

The language that everybody fluently speak, is the language of hopes and dreams.

I don't know why but my gut said that it's grammatically wrong. I might have Zizi telling me that he will need to deploy his grammar nazi troops because mine's a fuck-up. Well, nothing is wrong when you're learning.

So I got this post inspiration from the drive I had to the school. For two days in a row, I've taken cabs (NYC talking of me, cabs) to school because my uncle isn't there to drive and my mom had an early meeting (5/7) and her cough is getting worse (5/8). I wasn't up to thinking since my eyes are glued to my blackberry and my ears are plugged with continuing tunes of Northern Downpour in repeat. Yes, Northern Downpour. Anyway, it's actually a continuation of yesterday post.

Hope and dreams; hmm, how would you define them? One of my hobby is looking up words I don't know in the built in dictionary in my laptop and check out the Thesaurus tab too, but I won't be this time. Hope and dreams are the things you should be describing effortlessly and it should be dreamy too.

Hope is the happy smile on your face, dreams are being with you forever.

Hope is something we reach for, dreams are the thing we live for.

Hope is the car and dreams are the destination.

Hope is the drive while dreams are the goal.

And inevitably, hope and dreams are the most common thing in this world, ever. Even the depressed dream of death and the numb hope nothingness. And from what I've experienced; read; consumed in a fantastic daily dosage, it's the thing that brings us together. Not love because it could hate. Not peace, because war is still going on somewhere in this tiny globe of ours. Not desperation because despair ends at some points. It's hope and dreams. There's one spectacle though; failure. But I believe if we join hands in this part, and got each other back, our hope and dreams will take the pain away and put some fire (or coal, for long lasting effect:p) to relit that cornered hope and dreams. Hope and dreams are a language, hope and dreams are the thing that connect one to another and make sparks and fireworks in our chest, believing that there is still a way, and there's always a way. 

I have a hope, and dreams. Of course. I'm a unstoppable dreamer.

One of mine is New York City, cooking chocolate cake from scratch, having a full wavy effortless hair, eating non alcoholic (switch the bourbon to soda) mint julep popsicle on a hot summer day, have a summer love, getting married in Central Park during autumn, graduating from the Singapore Management University, to adopt a beautiful hispanic little girl, and a gazillion thing running through my mind.

One another thing; if you want to reach your hope and dreams, you have to have a sane head, a big, gigantic heart, striving passion and drive, and a will to really catch it in your hands. That, plus a little ribbon of faith.

Sixteen.

I have to admit, even though I am raised in a wonderful, pure beauty of Javanese Culture, I'm built over the foundation of Gossip Girl, and Gilmore Girls, and Burger King, and 'My Sweet Sixteen' in MTV, so I'm all about 'Sixteen is the time of my life'. Clashing with Indonesian culture who pray over turning seventeen, I'd rather be sixteen and have my fab sixteenth birthday party.

So I have already pick my invitees and the theme (black and white!), the dress code, the pattern of the invitation, the place, the food, my outfit. But it hasn't come out as a reality because I haven't design and contact them all-______- I just got a patisserie who handles macaron towers because I want a macaron tower as my birthday cake. I'm holding my birthday party in the Teppanyaki restaurant in Bogor, and the room only fit about 15 person or so, and it's perfect! The dress code is black, after a research that not that many people have whites, and I'll be wearing sequins and stilletos because Mom said when I'm sixteen, I can wear almost anything I could (I guess velvets and sheer shirts are never acceptable for mom, sigh). I've been searching for inspirational pictures, I wish my plan went perfecttt, just like the guest list:)

I want it to be salted caramel/pistachio only though... But I'll keep an open mind!

The pattern for the invitation. I know Damask is too mainstream, but I love this pattern from first sight!<3

Teppanyaki for feast!

Sequins stuff!!!

and a pair of Arabian eye.

*le browse*

Fashion Show Pictures courtesy of Jakarta Style Journal

Hello

I personally think that Liam Payne is kinda cute. See, he got eyebrows<3;p

So I just arrived Mom's office, and surfing the net like a boss. I'm smelling like shampoo and bubble gum. I want to have my nails done but I'm so lazy to go to the salon. I want to share my hunting session (and yesterday's meeting pictures) today in Lapangan Sempur. I found a cute guy tho! A skater with fit posture and thick eyebrowsss nyahahahahahahahaha<3<3<3<3

 Maul and Kasinnnnn<3

 Queens of Galau

kak Ajeng, st00pmi and Zizi. 

Inti and Pak Alam's hipster sweater. 

 Baby Abiwski, found her here

Zizi and Api ganteng<3

Maul&Rina's face, I can't help:))

st00pmi is touching bunnies!!! Bunnies<3

Roller Blader Girl! 

So sunny!! Forever burnt.

Gripping

I watched The Hunger Games with Jeje in order to celebrate her birthday, YAY! She treated me the ticket+our lunch and for that I'm going to stuff unstoppable sushi and teppanyaki to her mouth on my birthday bash. 

May the odds be ever in your favor. 

I really like Gale Hawthorne. Don't you just think that eyebrows are traces of heaven to follow? I am a fetish for thick eyebrows. I just think that if a person could wear thick eyebrows so well, they could wear almost everything in this entire planet. That, or a flannel plaid shirt. 

I just realised that I have a type on guys. I wish I hadn't, but, I have. First, I like manly figure. I don't like someone who's skinny as a stick, or fat as a ball. I'd like a well fitted guy. Muscly will be great, but if he's... Normal, I'd like him. Then, I like them with eyebrowssssss. As thick as it can be. It's just what makes a guy fantastic, or dreamy, or wanted, or everything irresistible in this world. Curly hair, or so straight it looked like it pops out of his head. I like musician guys! Despite they broke hearts in such stupid ways, but I guess two musician together will not be much harm? :)) I know it's too mainstream, but a guitarist or a pianist, even a harmonica player will easily won my heart. Err.... Smart. They have to be smart. And they have to be positive... And supporting.

I think I've found one... But... I'm never going to be sure. I barely knew him.

Happy Birthday, Jeje!

So I think it has been..... 4 years we've been best friend? We've been through ALOT as friends and so much more are bests. Our clique may come and go... But we two always find a way to each other and enjoy ourselves with pizza and coffee:p I have no hope and expectations for our relationship (We sounded more and more like lesbian every single day) because both led to disappointments, but endless years to our friendship will so much better.

My friendship with Jeje started when... I don't know when! Oh I remember! It was SBI orientation week and I have no seat and I ended up sitting with her. So cliche. Because we don't have any facebooks or twitter, we exchange email for friendster. I remember it was something with sorrydorymorystrawberry or whatever, I kinda forget now because it was FRIGGIN long. We ended up being chairmates for year seven, and got separated for... I don't know, a term or so? Because the reason I already forgot too-____- Year seven was good with her, like, We got to be the administrator of our class friendster, we took loads of pictures... Pictures I don't want to talk about. We went to Kidzania together, and watched lots of movies together. Even our dating/breakups cycle synched! Except for high school because we both got philophobic together and we've been single. We've separated from our daily life in class since year eight, and separated school since high school. Our plan ahead is go to the States together in the name of AFS, and lived beautiful years ahead of us.

We got too much alikeness (and too much differences). I think that's what makes a friendship the best. Filling in the differences with alikeness, because if you're doing other but that, when things change... Your friendship will change too.

Ahahahaha I've stalked a lot of things, finding the juvenile pictures we had. 

Year nine! <3 Graduating junior high school and starting sixteen together.

I bid you the most wonderful times ahead... Times that includes me! :D

Because great friends are highly hard to find.

I've told you I HIGHLY love you guys, right?