Sunday, Lovely Sunday* - an episode of happy-go-lucky chef wannabe

Situation: Mom is not at home. No food already prepared for me and my baby sist to eat.

Mission: To make edible foods. XD

Voilà!

Main Course: Pasta Carbonara Semau Saya [Pasta Carbonara a la Moi]













Dessert: Self-made Apple Pie. First time ever for me to make Apple Pie. The result? Well, don't judge a book by its cover. It's quite yummy in my tummy. Seriously!

 




Sundays are meant

To let the quilt become a tent
Sundays well-spent
Don't need a reason, no intent*

*Edson - Sunday, Lovely Sunday

Indonesia Raya

"Indonesia Raya,
Merdeka! Merdeka!
Tanahku negeriku yang kucinta.
Indonesia Raya,
Merdeka! Merdeka!
Hiduplah Indonesia Raya!"*

Happy 65th!
I Love You.
No Matter What!

MERDESA!

August 17th 1945 - ...

*few lines from Indonesia Raya, the National Anthem of the Republic of Indonesia

picture: Meretas Arti Merdesa

virtual insanity

Just like Carol,

I'm in the middlle of a destructive tantrum.

Max, where art thou?

I'm sitting by the shore,

waiting.

picture: Carol & Max

cacoethes scribendi

i.can't.sleep.

source: wwftd dictionary [result from Google search]

i'm feeling "Hard Candy©"

welcoming the new kids on the block!

my hair has a mind of its own

i say,
"down!"

it says,
"what? can't hear you! i'm going my own way!"

bitch!
*chop chop chop alert!!!*

another edition of the dorkies trying to be a fashion nista

I just got a new pair of flats for my baby sist.
She likes 'em so much.
So, we try to combine the shoes with some clothes.
And, here we go.










Cutie cherry-floral flats by ne.ce.sa.
bought it from The Tongam, Sneakers For Lifestyle.
The owner is Ishak aka Etha's cousin.


Style #1
floral tops: (x) s.m.l
cargo pants: cotton club
flats: ne.ce.sa
sling bag: untabi's










Style #2
floral tops: uptown girl
cardigans: no brand, bought it from my mom's friend
cargo pants: cotton club
flats: ne.ce.sa










closer look on my mom's classic bag.
This bag is older than me!




Lesson for the day: "A mother's closet is like a box of treasures."

off she goes!

random #1

Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights,
before the dark hour of reason grows. -John Betjeman

Confession of a "not-teenage" drama queen #1

6 days to go.
To be honest,
i'm scared.