my cup of tea

First thing first I want to say, Happy Eid Al Fitri! please forgive me for all my mistakes, and let's open a new clean page!

So... Hello people! it's been a century since my last post right? hahaha, if only there's an award for "the most bad blogger" I'll be the winner for sure. So yeah... same old crappy excuses, school is killing me! it really does. I studying harder and harder each and every days. So please bare with me. Oughhh I miss blogging sooo much! to make it up for you, I'm gonna gonna make very loooooong post, ready? hehehehe

I know this so freakin late, but I want to say Happy belated birthday to my country! yayy! I know it's been ups and downs, but I know for sure, that everything is gonna be okay eventually! right? I love you Indonesia, there's no place I rather be, I'll stick with you no matter what.

So story to tell, not quite long time ago someone said to me in my formspring that she thinks that I was less introduce my country, my culture in my blog. Oh my, I know right? thank you for remind me. She also asked do I forgot my culture, oh my dear God the answer is no. I was raised by my dad with a high nationality pride. But for me personally, nationalism isn't about wearing Batik all the time, it's so much more than that. I express my love in other way. In a way that I know better, whenever I got a foreign friends I always tried to tell them how lovely my country is, tell them that what they heard is not always true. I even got one email, saying that she's so suprised I'm from Indonesia, because all she knows about Indonesia is that it's a third world country with wars and everything, and I told her, yes we got some issues here, but is not that bad, and don't we all rise and fall? it's just a process of growing up. Just like C.S lewis said

" Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn.My god, do you learn."

and after that she wishing my country well, and promised me that she gonna tell all her friends about Indonesia. That is how I express my love. But don't get me wrong. I do love wearing traditional clothes, it's beautiful, but it's quite hard to find the right size. If it's not too big, it's too small.

And oh! I also got so many emails and facebook messages asked me where do I spent my holiday, and reading each messages makes me wondering, somehow there so many people thinks that I'm a type of a girl that rolling around fashion area, high end boutique, go to foreign country just to shopping. If that what you have in mind, I hate to do this but I have to. I'm sorry I think I'm gonna ruin your dreams, because that's not happening, that is not something I'm fond of for my holiday, mm what's the word? ... that was not really my cup of tea.

I was raised by a very adventurous man, for him a holiday is definitely not rolling around in some high fashion area. Shopping and everything. For him holiday is fsailing and fishing in the middle of the sea, trying to catch the biggest fish ever, wearing shorts, and ragged shirt, playing with the nicest fishermans, having a hot coffe, cigarette and midnight talk. Smell the ocean breeze, and feel the cold.He said to me once you've got caught by the fascination of the sea, you will never gonna be free,and you will keep coming back. No camera allowed, he said again, when I'm taking my camera with me ,I will busy taking pictures, and not feeling the true beauty of the nature. He will tell me the story how rich our country was, a hidden beauty.

For him holiday is, going with his old friend, for hunting in the middle of nowhere, with the same old friend who whenever they see me keep telling me the same thing "oh you grown so fast... I remember when you're born..." and they will tapped you back a little bit to hard. They all gonna gather around talking about they youth, laughing to hard. Same old story, repeated over and over again, I can completed they sentence... " they said how they were a bad ass back then, travel around the world. Trying pretty much everything, breaking the rules when they diving, try to flying an airplane, jumped from an airplane with parachute, car racing, all playing with death things. You should see when they bragging about how magical they all still lived until today, and ended with telling me that I should never do that.

Yes I'm talking my old man, my daddy. Do I wish a different kind of holiday? well yes, I was back then. Like my other friends I want a 'normal' family, a 'normal ' holiday,go to amusement park with their mother and father. But since it's just me and my father ( my sisters always busy with their own thing) We never gonna be normal, do I get mad? well of course at first I was. I remember at that time I don't know what my daddy have in mind, how come for holiday he took me to a small village, out of nowhere, and all smell so fishy? You should see my face ,I was grunt all the way. Out of nowhere when my daddy arrived people start to screaming, some is running and calling others, and many of them ran into my dad, kissing his hands and taking his suitcase, they all smiling so wide. All of the women start to kissing me.

Later on I know from many of them, that my daddy is a living legend for them. That my dad was helping them, their village. teach them how to fishing in a good way, how to operate a boat in a better way, make their life so much better. tell a story how great my old man is. I remember I was stunned, he never tell me that. And in so many places we travel, so many people I've meet they all tell the same story how great hearted my daddy is, how he's so brilliant, so smart, and yet so care and so generous. I told him, one day I want to be just like him, and yes of course he said to me "don't ever do something just for to be praised by other people, if that so you would be more fishy than this fish smell... do it because you want to, because you care, you do really care. What comes around goes around. And as a matter a fact this is your country you should do whatever you can for it, remember it's yours..."

After that my daddy said to me, holiday is about being around a loving people, and of course learn to love back, that I should try giving to my country, no matter how small it is. it's worth the price, he promised me. I should understand him he's a man who no matter I was begging for designer bag he just ignored me, but when I asked for a camera that worth twice as much he will buy it for me in a second. Since his adventurous seems to contagious ( or maybe it's in a blood) nowadays I never asked for 'normal' holiday. I love me and my old man way of holiday. But yes of course sometimes we shops, sometimes he allow me to buy clothes that I want. He said that it was my guilty pleasure. Sometimes we do rolling around malls to buy me some clothes, but it's not our way of holiday, it's never been.

So don't worry about me, and my nationality pride, I'm in a very good hand. For my lullaby , no my daddy not just tell me the story about Shakespeare, but also tell me the story about our hero patriotism, and how cool they are, and I always got shiver down my spine. He also so happy bought me this dresses, a batik dress the minute I found it. So people I present you, me on a batik, don't you fall in love with the patterns? I bet you do!

Batik maxi dress : Erlangga
shoes : zara kids

Batik dress : Erlangga
white sweater : GAP kids
shoes : Adidas

Batik dress : Erlangga
tights : zara kids
shoes : garage store

And speaking of the coolness about my country, you will lost count if you try to count how many creative people living here, gosh! I have this as a proof. I lost words every time I see cool stuff, just like these made in Indonesia!

Thank you for the sent me a gift! love it to death!!! and you all rocks!

Got this from kak Martha, she made me this, a bag! with me on it! me on a bag! how cool is that? hehehe sooo cuuuteee! and with glasses! she do it all herself! sewing, designing, all of it! Check her other work in here idekuhandmade

funny story : Ayah Bunda magazine actually asked for this bag, but kak Martha said it was for me, yay!!! hehehehe....

a red zebra adorable shoes from Nenek Uti, love this so much! so pretty right? it was named after my name, Evita shoes! oh my! I'm flattered!

When I got this, I instantly knows what I'm gonna wear it with, it looks so vintage isn't? me likey! got this from Chaussure Shop!

And this is what a called a box of joy! thank you thank you!! who would guess in this small box I will get this :

1. a super cool shirt from douche
2. a cute monster bag from loubelleshop collaboration with mannequin
3. monster eye necklaces and ring from mannequin plastic

See it's a very long post right? hehehe, oh my... it's midnight already! I have to go now! kisses and hugs for you all! have a very wonderful day yawl!!!