Call Me by My True Names

Michael Weikath, Helloween's Guitarist at Java Rockin'land 2011 

Art Gallery at Braga Street, Bandung

Oldie but Goodie

Kupu

Onthel Bike Festival 2013

Bintan Garden Resort

 

Java Rockin'land 2011

Believe it or not, I’ve been blogging for the past four years. And sometimes I am still wondering where this blog will be heading to? Blogging for me is more about writing sentimental things about your silly life [My own life specifically].Only until a month ago I start to think that maybe [well just maybe] that blogging could be a source to make a living, don’t you think? Or at least that’s what those famous successful bloggers told and prove us. I think that is a good idea for a pennyless single woman like me. But I still don’t plan on having amount of money and many visitors visit my personal blog will define what I will post here.  

I’m slowly starting to realize that I’ve subscribed to a very particular brand of lifestyle brought by my main job to this blogging. It all became clear when I wrote hotel reviews for California Hotel Bandung and Favehotel Bandung few days ago in E-Magazine that I work for.

I had this odd sense of comfort. The type of comfort that comes with the fact that I can write hotel review and product review that I think I can’t do back then. So I wish it’s a good start. 

And this busy life won’t stop me to write and to post in my personal blog. And just because you have busy life, doesn’t mean you stop exercising, doesn’t mean you stop visiting your loved ones, and doesn’t mean you stop reading etc…Does Kim Kardashian stop putting on mascara just because she doesn’t have a mirror? Same thing, I don’t stop writing about what I am passionate about just because I have busy work. 

Busy life, can’t stop us. 

Some pictures diaries that I have just created recently. Enjoyyyy

Baby! It's Beautiful Outside

Bandung has been raining a lot this recently and sometime it’s pretty much annoying especially if you don’t have your umbrella with you but there is always something special in the rain and cold weather, whether the smell of wet grass in the morning, the sensation sleeping under your warm blanket accompanied by the sound of the pouring rain outside in the evening or fetch out your favorite jumpers that you have been hiding in your closet waiting for the right weather to wear them or warming your tummy with hot soup/tea/coffee. But I know that for some people cold weather makes life more difficult. Sorry for that….lol

Yesterday the sun was shining so bright, I didn’t have any better idea than went to the county side garden. Since not only because it’s a beautiful but it’s located in the hill so it’s exactly a place that I want to visit in a long time. As I walked down the street, I feel like I was in a balcony for I can see a cloud would wash right through town and chill its bone and I feel like i were watching over the whole world, wonderful it was :)

It’s still fresh in my mind how when I was a little girl I used to grow my small garden with variety of flowers that I got stolen from the forest next to my village and how I used to go to the rice field miles away with my parents and brothers to grow seasonal plants such as paddy, corn, vegetables and cucumber. Spending hours watering them and then bringing home overflowing baskets of our own field produce.

And as I sat down on the hut waiting for the dawn, how weird or maybe ironic I think how something that was so ordinary for me now become something extraordinary. Got to admit that everything does change! Change itself was born in the very same moment as universe, time, earth and mankind. And as a human, we sometimes waste our life and time denying change and as a result, those who can't accept change will live in suffering and will not truly living as Darwin once said that “It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.” So it's way better if we have to learn to live with it just as we have learned to live and endure the storms.


Love

Rose