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July 15, 2016

Backpacks / For / Life

salam,
whew so last night i coughed myself all night long this is killing meeeh but i'm ok. i guess. no.
i hate it when i cannot sleep.
but anyway i have just finished my training on being a good housewife a.k.a doing chores. start with helping out my mom with the breakfast, babysit my nephew and niece, doing the dishes, tidy up the table, sweeping and mopping the floor. thats all my part fortunately my parents' house isn't big at all so i can survive this lol. i exaggerate:)

since its holiday and i was thinking about to wash my beloved backpack i then remember the conversation between me and my girl friends when we were out to the mall. we were wandering the bag shops when finally i said i dont really into handbags. my friends couldnt believe such a (ekhm ekhm) lady like me loves backpack that much. yes! i do weirdly love backpack. maybe a lil bit too much. maybe its just my inner self who is still soooo young so that the school vibe lingers in my soul lol i laugh myself. i'm not easily into handbags, i like sling bags but i awkwardly picked up the same model all over again: satchel

as far i can remember, since my high school, i've been changing satchel for 4 times. and the ones i retired were old or damaged already so i must buy another one.
i own only one satchel today and it is exactly this one:
between four satchels i had, i only bought one sling to refresh my old boring pattern, a fringe chain sling, a pretty much like this unless the strap was chain type instead of the braids.


and yes, i havent got a Cambridge Satchel Company one. well i guess its a must for satchel lovers.

so going back to the backpacks.
its so hard to take my backpack enthusiasm down. eventho i barely bring my lecture literature to the campus i still wear backpack every single day. like really everyday. when i have to bring my l3" laptop with me i put it in a separated bag so i dont have to put it in my backpack even if it fits inside.
well far from the classic Jansport, in the early 2013 i spent so many time choosing and considering which Kanken bag i should pick as my first one. the colors are amazing how on earth i could pick one? i wanted them all. i finally made up a decision on the violet one, but pity me its sold out eve-ry-whe-rrre. i got myself confused and i finally decided not to buy it at all. hahaha i know its funny. but then the desire came back to me all over again until i decided to buy the ocean green one. i loooove it so much i still wear it and thats the one i intended to wash at the beginning of the post.




as an aunt i brainwash my nephew and niece to slightly have my style HAHAHAHA i insisted that they have to wear each one kanken mini in the color of my pick. thus for God's sake please God forgive me because i finally ended up buying two more colors of these Kanken. they are just too addictive to me:"
i still want all of em. ok let me explain, they are light and strong and the colors are cute to the moon and back. how not to fall in love with them, please somebody enlighten me.........



since the violet Kanken is nowhere left in this world (except if one day Kanken annoyingly restock them) and i love that color so much. i finally allocate the whole love i have to Herschel Supply because i found one whose color is verily similar yay.




i guess we all know compared to kanken, this bag's
pros: more comfortable shoulder straps, comfortable back area, larger (if u take the full size)
cons: heavier, harder to open up and closing down, pricey yes all dat money $$$$

well, i see MiPac has cute prints but i got no intention on having one but lets put some here just because i love the prints yay






the one i always wanted but not yet my caliber is the famous cognac MCM backpack i said goodbye to. maybe later when i work already lol



lately i have been eyeing on this Grafea, again they are having so amusing colors i cannot handle. Grafea do also have printed bags but i just prefer the regular plain one so the colors and the cutting can stand more by themself.
another cool thing about Grafea, they sell satchel too yay. but i just have to move on i cannot love them forever. dear me, i should reckon handbags since......you know, my age. soon i will need handbags and clutch, i guess?

ok. i think they have several sizes for the backpacks. they also cutify the bags with pompoms and laces, and for you who cannot pick which color to have they provide also colorful ranges. but then here comes the clear Hari backpack which is just irresistible af look by yourself how cute it is :(
just those clear bags arent very proper to be worn in Indonesia bcs you know...the criminal rate.
since Grafea is a UK based bags, i still have to save up to buy it and i dont think my mom would allow me she would be like "what? you spend £160 to buy that see through bag? thats just PVC!" lol me tryna impersonate her.




PS I WANT THIS SO BAD






ok i lied, i like this printed one!






i should have never wrote this, now i want it now.

Salam.




July 09, 2016

Ramadhan / Lebaran / 2016

Salam,

how are you people? i wish you are safe and sound and peace and loved.
i should actually get some sleep, yap i tried but i weirdly cant. i caught a heavy flu since two days ago and yesterday was really the definition of terrible i barely breath, smell or taste anything all i did was sleeping all day long. today is much better i can smell my perfume already and of course my nephew's and niece's sweet baby smelling yay but for God's sake now i am suffering the cough. no matter how bad i got a flu i guess i can always sleep but with cough i cannot. the only delight in this sorrow is that i like how my voice sound when i caught flu just bcs its less shrilly and disturbing lol.

i was thinking to post about ramadhan, i know its a bit late but so?  the indonesian brexit a.k.a brebes exit is still terribly occupied which means we are indeed still in the hype of lebaran.
 minal aidzin walfaidzin  

so far i've spent three ramadhans abroad and this ramadhan was the first after my return. i know i should be happy when ramadhan comes, but out of the blue i felt so sad when the ramadhan this year came. i flashbacked. a lot.
the july 5th was also pretty much emotional flooded by feelings. it was the takbeer night. it was getting gloomier when i talked to some friends. i will never get bored wondering how fast time flies, that night too. we talked about the last ramadhan we spent together and so many other things. my mind wandered as well as a friend of mine was talking to me, my other friend was flying back home, my other friend was celebrating his birthday, my other friend was preparing an Eid feast and maybe someone out there was dying while the others were probably partying. and all i could do was thinking, wondering about time.
i totally forgot already how i used to spend the takbeer nights before i left but that night i felt so.....confusing. literally i felt less emotion than before but then i realize there's something wrong with me. how could i feel nothing? and i was sad because i felt nothing. confusing, he?
that realized me how much i felt as shit as a sack of potatoes i was crazy lazy during the whole holy month and i felt my seriousness in this ramadhan has degraded from the previous ones. FYI, exactly on ramadhan 1st i had my first finals until exactly two weeks later and i was in so much stress. i didnt expect i could get that pressure i didnt even realize until i got allergic.  i handled it as much as i can until the peak was in the day before accounting examination. i shouldnt say this but i think the finals bothered my first two weeks of ramadhan hype. even after the accounting exam, me and some friends drove directly to watch a movie, for heaven's sake we needed to treat ourselves that day. one or two other things were also bothering me in the ramadhan + finals weeks. but my mom came to see me very often at my kosan i felt a lot better everytime:)

dont mistaken me as unhappy that i rejoin my family this year. i utterly thank God for that. its just the transition an the flashback tho. and dont take this as a complain, its a story.


salam,