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  • A Letter to Everything

    Dear husband
    Dear husband,
    I’m opening this letter with one simple sentence for you: I love you. Those three words are exchanged for a gazillion times but I swear I mean it. I say it with more and more love everytime. This April, you’re turning 25 (a quarter of century!) and the same day will mark our third year of saying ‘I love you’s. And I’m so very super glad to be able to call you ‘my husband’ this year. I love you (for the umpteenth time).

    Dear Jess
    Dear Jess,
    You’re fluffy and hyperactive and amazingly annoying and annoyingly amazing. Can you please lessen your nap time and spend the day cuddling and playing catch with me instead? I told my husband that I needed a cat to keep me company during the lonesome days when I was home and he was at work, but you’re not helping at all! No, just kidding. You’re entertaining even when you’re asleep. I love your tail, baby.

    Dear skin
    Dear skin,
    I’m 23 and a half this month, so can we break up with the breakout already? It was fine during my teenage years because although my friends had flawless skins and I was the only pimpled-faced kid in high school, I accepted it because that was normal during puberty. But I’m an adult now! I want to wear make up without pimples making my eyebrows look ridiculously uneven (what pimples pop out on eyebrows, anyway?). Please?

    Dear April
    Dear April,
    I have high hopes for you. I must say that I miss sunny days when the skies are blue and cloudless. I miss those days when I can do my laundry and hang it out and then go nap-nap without worrying if it will rain. Please bring the sun out, April. I’m counting on you.

    Dear readers,
    We’re having a long weekend for Easter here in Indonesia. I stay at home to avoid the traffic. (Trust me. The roads practically become parking lots because the vehicles are not moving. At all.) But I’m going to spend these days cuddling with my husband and my cat and also finishing Veronica Mars #2, so Weekend Links won’t be up this weekend. It will be back next week. I hope your weekend is as relaxing as mine (if not more).

    PS. I’ve created a new Facebook page for this blog. Give a girl a like? 😉

    Dara | Bloglovin’ | Instagram | Twitter | Facebook

  • Link-Up: The Guy Behind The Blog


    Today, I’m joining the link-up on Heavens to Betsy. It’s called The Guys Behind The Blog. Every month, Betsy would post several question prompts for our guys to answer. It’s a nice idea to get to know what’s in our guys’ mind (you know, because guys tend to bottle it up inside their own minds). Here are my husband’s answer to this month’s questions:

    1 // if you could write a book, what topic would you write about and why? Book about Unity programming and node.js. I went to the bookstore last weekend and couldn’t find anything about those two. Such a bummer.
    2 // what is one thing on your bucket list, or one thing that you’d like to do or accomplish in your lifetime? I want to create a best selling game and make billions out of it!
    3 // if you could look out your window and only see one view for the rest of your life, what would you want to see? A quiet beach/seashore.
    4 // imagine you’re opening a shop, what are you selling? Raspberry and arduino.
    5 // if you could have 50lbs of anything other than money, what would it be? A gaming PC. All 50lbs of them.
    6 // time to brag on your girl…tell us one thing that makes you proud of your wife! She can do everything. Literally everything. I love everything about her. Except perhaps her fart. Haha!

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    My comments:
    Whoa, what a game nerd! Haha… Maybe I have to give you all a background story so his answers will make sense. My husband is a game developer and web programmer. That’s why almost all of his answers are relating to all that geeky stuffs. Also, we often fart in each other’s company, so to explain his answer for the last question. We’re not a classy couple, honestly :p

  • Before Our Vow


    Dear Afief,
    It feels so weird. In less than 24 hours, I’m going to start a new life with someone I’ve just known for 3 years. I had this realisation a few days ago, and it made me cry myself to sleep, resulting in a pair of puffy eyes in the morning. But isn’t it weird, though?

    I met you in the middle of 2011 and now at the end of 2014, I’m marrying you. I’m devoting myself to you. After what felt like one hell of a year, and another year which turned out to be great for the both of us, we’re getting married. Eventually. This is a big leap. A lot of people were surprised when I told them that we were engaged; they were more surprised to know that we’d only be engaged for 4 months before officially tying the knot. I, too, feel like I’m still too young to get married every now and then. But I guess it is what it should be. All the things have led us here in this path. Now, I’m ready.

    But the fact remains: we’re still very young. I’m still stubborn. I really hope we can make it through our first year, second year, and all the years to come.

    So darling, let’s do this.

  • Sunday


    Whoops! Look at me missing a whole week of blogging. Really, I’m trying to get back to regular blogging like I used to do back in 2011, but it’s just so, so hard. Life happens, but no interesting thing shows up; nothing to blog about. So I guess I’ve grown up to be a boring, lame adult who never has fun and just work work work for the job she doesn’t really like. *sigh*

    But, BUT, rambling set aside, my fiance and I did a little photo session for our save the date. We chose to have it at the very first place we met: our university, or the Partere Park to be precise. We went back to the exact same spot where we first introduced ourselves to each other. Although I actually wrote a blog post when we first met, I haven’t really told the story of how we met (like met met, not met met–get it? Haha). It was kind of funny. Everytime I look back, I always smile and think “Oh how I wouldn’t have even thought about marrying that skinny boy!” (he was skinny). Maybe I’ll just save the story for later, eh?

    Anyway, hope you have a great weekend! XOXO

  • Our Engagement Story

    The first time we talked about getting married was one year ago. It was in the evening, in the middle of the road in Kopo. We were heading home from a friend’s house. I don’t remember what we were talking about before that topic came up. He told me he wanted to marry me in 2014. I told my mum what he told me, much to her surprise. She said that we were too young. I didn’t talk about that topic again.

    Fast forward. It was July 2014. We were both in Lampung, just in different cities. We were texting and I jokingly asked “So, when are you going to propose?” I wasn’t expecting a direct answer, but he replied with “After Eid.” He then told me that he was going to propose in late August. I didn’t have the guts to tell my parents. I forced myself to tell my mum, in hopes that she would tell my dad. Well, she didn’t. In our culture, when a man wants to marry a woman, he has to ask her father’s approval. I told A that I was too scared to tell my dad. A decided to tell him himself. So that was exactly what A did.

    He came to my house right after he arrived in Bandung after the Eid. He told my parents that he was going to bring his parents to my house to propose to me. My dad, being the kindest man that he is, gave us his blessings and gladly invited A’s family to come. Three weeks later, A came to my house again. This time, he brought along his father and uncle.

    It was not a big ceremony. There was just a talk between the two families, and then he asked me the big question. I said yes. He put the ring on my finger. After that, we were given a lot of advices about married life and marriage in general. Then we have lunch together and it’s a wrap.

    There wasn’t any surprises. No fancy restaurant. No maracas band hiding in the bush. No lake picnic. Not even getting on one knee and holding out the ring while asking “Would you marry me?”. No such things. It was just a simple, traditional engagement party (can we call it a “party”? Technically?) but the whole thing was so precious. I still remember the anxiety, the excitement when I was waiting for A and his family to arrive. I can’t believe that it happened more than 3 weeks ago because I still remember it like it was just yesterday!