a beautiful week

so we spent the rest of our week in Balikpapan. it was a lovely one. I was able to finish my Murakami’s, he had fun meeting with some old friends, she couldn’t stop splashing the salt water. we explored the city.



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well, it wasn’t like we didn’t do anything but having fun. we still juggled with works and things, but I just loved how time feels so slow and that we can do many things in one day. :)

make things. make friends.

one of the best things having a blog that really represents your favorite things is meeting new friends with similar interests. so when Living Loving, the blog I run with my good friend Miranti, held a casual make-and-do gathering named ‘Afternoon Delight‘ couple weeks ago, these girls we invited were easily connected.


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sometimes I forgot how lovely it is to do this kind of thing. to sit, relax and make things and have fun.

we had a lovely time, and yes, now my mind is filled with dreams and lovely things.

thank you everyone. :)

Β photos courtesy of Pixel Paper Asia

we still have choice

the perks of being a wallflower


So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

So, I just finished this book called ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’ by Stephen Chbosky. I saw the movie first and decided to buy the novel.

This quote might not be original. We know there are thousands quotes about happiness or finding your own true self. But that’s what I really love about reading. It’s a self-reminder.

Yes, we can still choose where we go from here.


do nothing

do nothing

when was the last time you do nothing?
i know there’s certainly something wrong with me when my days filled up with millions things to do
i’ve been that person who couldn’t stop moving
I forgot how to spend weekend finishing one novel
I forgot how to listen to music and enjoying the surroundings without letting my mind strolling around my plans
I forgot how to sit still, or in bed doing nothing
let’s do nothing for a while
because it’s worth something

love is paradise

Everything was love.
Everything will be love.
Everything has been love.
Everything would be love.
Everything would have been love
that was it. The truth at last.
Everything would have been love.

The past was folded out and in the twinkle of an eye and everything had been changed.
And made beautiful and good.