It was raining during my short stay in Melbourne. The sun was hidden between the grey clouds. I was between staying longer beneath the warm blanket and called it just another freezing day or gathering my last will to have a stroll enjoying the city. I chose the second option and I left Melbourne with no regret.
We heard this phrase way too much that we live with it. We will be nice to people when they are nice to us. And we will be nasty when they are trying to mess with us. The idea is not bad actually. We treat the way people treat us, don't we?
But what if people expect us to do nice thing and we are looking for the same thing? We just stuck in our wait for others to do so. Then no one does the good thing because everyone is busy waiting for the other party to start ahead. Later everyone thinks this is a sulky world full of apathetic careless people.
All we have to do is be kind and people will be kind to us. If they choose not to, be good anyway! A lovely lady once told me:
"Be nice to me, I'll be ten times nicer to you.
Be nasty with me, I'll be nice to you. Just nice."
Shopping has become too easy to be done. We don't even need to get off of our bed to do that: with the help of technology of online shopping and mobile and/or internet banking everything is possible. It’s too easy that even more shopaholic emerging here and there. Well I used to be one either. My shopping habit was uncontrollable up to the point I bought too many stuffs I neglected and forgot I ever had such ones.
My shopaholic behavior has dramatically changed ever since I saw my own clothes, I mean skirts. Wearing my own creation makes me become more aware on what I have and what I put on my body. In fact, I appreciate clothes more than I ever did. I could imagine that there is a big story behind every piece of shirt we wear. It's something thoughtfully designed and manufactured. Knowing that makes me appreciate and apparently falls in deep love for indigenous local brands and handcrafted goods. At the same time I loathe those imitations and ungraceful copycat even more.
I'm absolutely living a beautiful stage of life when I have nothing but sparks of creativity and a huge will. Well nothing is way too exaggerating. I do have friends and family that keep me sane all the time. :D
I don't mean to brag anywhere here but I am amazed by how far my will and creativity could bring me to this very moment. People can leave you, hurt you, hate you, spread lies about you, take advantage out of you, deceive you, rob you, fire you; it is still you who determine what you'll become. You can moan and stay depressed all the way or use whatever left in you and be awesome instead. I choose the second option and I know I do great.
Well if you anywhere around your hardest time, I just want you to know that I could pass mine and I believe you can pass yours too. :)
It is pretty obvious that I am not a fan of pants. I have numerous skirts *especially after I can sew my own skirts* but only a few pair of pants. And half of them are pajamas and sports-wear. Oh, I just don't like my silhouette in pants! I feel less feminine in it and I don't like that.
Well I DO wear pants in my daily life. Whenever I feel too lazy to dress up, I will pick up my shorts (actually my sister's) and pair it with anything. However it is a rare occasion for me buying pants. This ikat pants is a few of the exceptions. In fact, I really love this one. :)
Well how about you? Are you a pants-person or a skirt-person?
Everybody has their own weaknesses and strengths. What differs us is how we react to them. I don't know about you but I had this weakness that is actually my strength. Or let's say my strength that used to be my weakness.
I was so conscious about my height. Well I still am. To all appearances I am taller than general (Asian) girls -somehow the boys too. This actually what ruined my confidence for years. I was uncomfortable being in the middle of the crowd. I used to hunch my shoulder to make myself look shorter and being kind of apathetic towards my environment. It happened for years during my early teens -until I met this young lady when we were on high school.
Did you guys come to Indonesia Fashion Week this 20-23 February (2014)? How was it?
Apparently I came to IFW 2014 yesterday and I am so glad I could make my way to Jakarta Convention Center. It kind of reminds me why I looooove Indonesia so much. This event definitely highlights how this country is overflowed with such rich culture and creativity. I am so proud to be born and raised as Indonesian!
Indeed, IFW is like a pool of inspirations. I was bemused by magnificent works every time I moved my feet from one side to another. The Exhibition hall was fulfilled by numerous infamous designers such as Anne Avantie, Sebastian Gunawan (Votum), Deden Siswanto, Musa Widyatmodjo, and too much more! The fun part was some of these top designers offered us their ready-to-wear collection with special price. I also noticed (by means: visited, then shopped) other innumerable well-known and new designers. I could not help myself but wrapping some of the beauties home!
Well I wish you also have the fantastic opportunity like mine. Because words are definitely not enough to tell you how wonderful was my time there. If you have not had the chance, I hope you guys will not miss next year's IFW event! It is really worth the price (I got the invitation for free but in case you did not have one, visitors only asked to pay 20,000 IDR to visit the exhibition!) and worth the one-hour-jam-to-find-a-parking-lot.
Well well.. since words could not express my overwhelmed wonder, here I show you a few pictures I took during my short visit there.
Meeting new attractive people is always fun. Getting to know a supple stranger and fall for the euphoria of something we have not experienced before. Instantaneously charmed by the adventurous ideas, captivated by that euphonious laugh, mesmerized by his gentle gesture, oh surely we found the love of our life. Sure. Until that confidence ruined by how annoyed we were by his monotonous habit, ridiculous temper, ubiquitous possessiveness, and other numerous flaws. When we bring this revelation to the table of our beloved friends, here come the mighty words, “Forget him. You deserve someone better.”
Moments ago I was wandering around Hi Chi Minh City (Vietnam) for four days. Formerly, I did not have any idea about this country other than the Vietnam War with its infamous Agent Orange I learnt on the toxicology class ages ago. So I was quite surprised.