The Light Woods

wearing vintage peterpan blouse from {bon.vieux},

homemade creme scalloped skirt,

and classic t-strap shoes.

Just a short outfit post written during a hectic hours. Yes, it always feel good to touch the grasses again. You could breathe the fresh air and refresh your lungs, refill the brain with clean atomic oxygen. Though it was also raining almost everyday here lately, so the weather is quite humid under the cloudy skies. I really enjoy the time sorting out sweaters and knitted vintage clothes for the shop as if its fall right here! Meanwhile college business still got the priority serve as usual... I'm welcoming several new followers and new bloggers whose blog have linked in the Blogroll, thank you for visiting! I take a joy going to your blogs as well and seeing a lot more beautiful photos. I'd share some of my fave new blogs with you tomorrow. Till then, February - and welcome March!

Lace and Flowers

I thought after I've finished the internship, I'd get more free time to have some relaxing activities - which is wrong, since I got to face multiple assignments and several huge chapters of exam materials to catch-up. Barely can go out with friends - I didn't wander around the house that much too that I rarely met my mom or sister. It was hard to deal with deadlines and academic demands, everything consumes your soul a lot. Though, it feels good to be home again and sleep in my own bedroom again.

wearing a lace dress & tights from topshop,

vintage purple-grey cameo necklace,

and classic rosebud shoes.

My long-distanced boy sent me a surprise rose-bouquet through his employee in the town for boosting my mood "because you seemed sad and gloomy lately." - he said. What a sweetheart.

I didn't do much blogwalking while making update posts but I've renewed the Author page, added Contact tabs, and separated the Blogroll + Links page, just to make them neat and fresh. I've got some new things I'd like to add in this blog but they need to wait until I'm done doing my essays. Anything new you find on the internet? New blog-crush or favorite sites? Let me know!

A Reunion

A good intentioned relationship never goes wrong. | Claradevi

There it was, the meet-up reunion. The same bloggers (or lazy bloggers, that's how we called ourselves) : me, Nalia Rifika, Nabila Hatifa, Monica simbolon - and the same old personalities. On my last day in Jakarta I managed to have a little lunch with the girls at Nanny's Pavillion - everything was set up in a rush (always in last minute) so I haven't got the chance to see several bloggers as exactly as I want (Michelle Koesnadi was about to join us but she missed her driver that she finally couldn't make it). After one and half hour awaiting for me (and half-finished their meals) we at last got together in one comfy corner. I still need to do some office-related assistance there, so I appeared on my working-paired separates. It was really nice of them to wait, I mean it, because I never take a good attitude when it comes about waiting people. But yes, friends are amazing - they made everything seems flawless in certain phase of time. So there by the light of window shade, four of us met and talked, simply fun.

Left to right : Onic, Nabil, me, and the newly-wed Fika Delonick! Of course I didn't bring my tripod. But God is good, by the hands of Monic's cousin Brenda (she's the lady with beautiful wavy hair below) she helped us to take lots of photos (and even some candid shots) from 3 different canon cameras. God bless Brenda. And oh-yeah, I knew it was another bad-hair-day of mine so I tied my short hair, but the cute siblings Nabil and Fika insisted to see my hair untied. So there! Unbrushed, post-wake-up hair in my head in some captured shots. Gah.

Onic left before us, so we continued talking and exchanged stories about our life in the past years until that day. It was funny to remember how we meet-up for the first time back then in 2009, started as blogger relatives but ended like old friends. We all grew up and lived separately, but it feels like nothing have changed and I was still the same person, the same younger self two years ago, with similar shyness and weird clumsy symptoms, and they all were exactly the same friendly persons with beautiful smiles and embracing attitudes. Time do flies like a blitz in your eyes, shortly gone after the second time you blink. But what I realized is the fact that there is some sincere friendship you could make over the turning-too-competitive blogsphere and followers-collecting acts. By blogging, this kind of relation is one pursuit I'd always like to do. This kind of simplicity I'd always love to feel. This kind of shared love I'd always want to experience. And it's not impossible to find more bloggers who offered such kindness during the following times, there so I'd keep waiting for the next chance. I love making friends and I hope to know you for real - do see me as a person, not merely a self captured still in pictures. Because that's how I see you all : as a soul. Thank you gorgeous ladies I've mentioned above for the reunion and life experience, and for you who read this by now to keep coming here - with our without leaving some sweet words on the comment blog. I embrace you all. Have a good day after.

Photostalk : Annette Pehrsson

Love is simple. You don't need to pick up beautiful words, or sing a perfect tune of song... You just need to put some smile on your face, tender sights on your eyes, warmth and sufficient strength on your hugging arms. Sun will send you the lights, wind would blow you its refreshing bite, skies turned white, and the world won't turn off the bright. Keep hugging, tight.

Wonderful artworks by Annette Pehrsson (photos below) and her beloved boyfriend.

Find more of her impressive talents on her blog or her official site.

I love Cinnamon Roll!

artworks Dinda PS

I have a new friend that I accidentally met from a blogger event, and she's sweetly made me this illustration of myself on her blog, under a post called Cinnamon Roll and Creamy Almond Bun (something entirely sweet and something I wanted so much)! Thank you so much Dinda, it's always a pleasure to get to know wonderful people like you. <3

A Sweet Companion

a story of Anglaina and her saturday night fever.

It should've been another ordinary Saturday night, just like what I always had. It should've been another lonesome, another time to wander around with a soul wrapped by solid solitude - me and myself, and no one else. And it might was another silly mistake to spend the night by going to a high-public situated place... I found people enjoying their meals, having some nice coffee-time, walking in sheer bliss expression as they all had companions. They have someone to talk and laugh with, share some fun stories with... Unlike me.

That was before i heard the noise.

That was the horn and drum I heard before I join the massive audience marched into one big stage. It felt awkward at first, but I sense a bunch of curious thoughts jumping on my brain. "You have to stand inside that crowd," yelled the bubble blood inside my veins. There's no need to hesitate. I jumped in.

I found it was a themed-parade of Cornetto Dics new flavour launch - they got all the marching band, cheerleaders, marching groups, dancers and Naif performing over the CITOS Jakarta atrium hall. People stopped their shopping-sprees and dinner just to stare at the flooding shows. And I was there... Still alone. But not for a long time. Yes, apparently I wasn't really alone that night.

A man approached me and handed me one Cornetto cone with a dazzling Strawberry Cheesecake covered-flavour. He smiled and talked to me like an old friend... I feel less lonely in sudden.

You can't believe how sweet the melting cream tasted in my tongue, boosted me with a happy and delightful mood! It was a dreamy ice cream to have in a gloomy day... And look, how I found myself got some companions - the guy who gave me this ice cream cone, people laughed and screamed over the stage with me, a little girl sneak in my back to share some of her smiles...

Thank you for being a sweet companion, Cornetto strawberry cheesecake. You really made my day - from now on, I'd grab another cone of Cornetto whenever I feel like no one cares or no one there, and your miracle will definitely make a change. Because with Cornetto, I'd never feel alone. :)

P.S. : Thankyou for Ajeng Anglaina for being my model, Luce my canon 50D, Lambok Sinaga for his advice and helpful supporting shots, Dinda for offering the chance to visit the event. Photos, writing and editing by me - product and event courtesy of Walls and Unilever Indonesia.

And The Leaves Are Blue

What if the leaves are sad and turned blue? It should've been hurt, like you. I saw their teary branches bent in wistful swing, their verdant tip stare out to a far empty air. The blue leaves, side by side with the somber stones and arched shades of the hollow trees. They might lost their chaperone - it's a loss of hopes and demise of dreams. It was missing and never be found. An empty realm shew, forsake the soul, alone, screw.

The leaves turned blue but I keep on grew. So I hope will dance, you too. Move and make the wishing lists come true.

Some serious notes:

• I am not sad, it's just the writing went melancholy as the color tone of the photos turned the leaves into blue and purple shades.
• There's no such thing like blue leaves. We only got blue flowers, but never leaf. The blue spectrum and pigments are mostly absorbed, not reflected, on the leaf surfaces.
• I guess I'd even going to be much slower on updating my blog since right now I'm still doing my internship as a journalist at MetroTV.
• I'd be finished by the next two weeks, anyway.
• I wore a chiffon dress from {bon.vieux} and Ruby wooden sandals.
• I'd give anything to get my free time back and catch up all of your blogs because I've been sooooo left behind here, whatsoever, missed you all cupcakes - take care and i'd steal more working hours to write again. Kisses.