Bangkok Café Hoping (10 Cafés to Try in Bangkok!)

Finally, a post! Honestly, this long overdue post might have been there on my draft for some time now, screaming to be finished. My recent trip to Bangkok in November 2018 was especially pretty in pictures, because we dedicate big time in the cafe hopping--and because I have my own personal photographer Jen during this trip. I have to say, we make such a perfect guide&photographer combo!

Oh in terms of those nice cafes, Bangkok surely didn't disappoint! How they are taking cafes seriously can be compared of those in Jakarta. After all, we share so much similarities in everything too! Just like what I said during my last trip here, Bangkok is not really the one to chill and relax your mind on. In fact, it'll be crazier than most of your regular day, because there is so much to see, try, eat, and... shop. Girls, dedicate at least one day for Platinum shopping day and thank me later.

The Plot Twist

Sometimes I forget where did I come from, because life is easier when you forget. And I swear I want to be those kind of people who book a flight and never look back, always thinking about it, always dreaming about it.  Exhilarated by the ideas, but never really on the agenda. For some people running away is not a luxury to choose, there are attachments, incapability, and fear. Of course you can always say we just don’t have enough guts to do so, and maybe it’s right. No, it’s right. We are the inbetweens, too broken to be a dreamer, because we know how unfair the world works, because the things we have pushed ourselves through. Too hurt to face the truth, holding up too many bruises to act like you have it all figured out. Like you are expected to be. Like how the world goes on days by days talking about the misfortunes to feel grateful about themselves.

But It Sounding

Crashed the body not, but the heart is

When you soaked in sadness that much

It becomes you

Like sounding echo 

Of pressure, of confusion, of being not sure where you are heading in life.

This is March again, and this is the annual birthday again. I am not a big fan of birthday, most of it owing to the affair of introverted persona x people pleaser I forever have. You get flowers, however, so that's okay.

Turned 23 few nights ago, and the usual overwhelming thing inside my head happens. This is my first birthday off the school-life, oh what a true insecurity boosting experience it is. Because I am naturally a worrier, I remember spending the last year of uni wondering what would I do afterwards. Now, I do regret worrying too much that I, in certain point, might be unnecessarily unhappy, but grateful too because nevertheless that much amount of overthinking indeed take me where I am meant to be now.

Notes from Bali

The impulsive turn to Bali that week was already one of my favorite memory. Five years forward from our high school dramatic trip, and here we are. It's funny how everything could change and remain at the same time; we are still those loud girls that laugh over the most random stuff, confused with how weird the world gets these day, forever convinced that we are the most normal girls left, just upgraded. And we have grown up alright, each of us, thankfully.