memory
Last night was the first time from the whole six months of my father's passed away, I ever dreamt of him. Constantly I cried hard the time I awakened from my dream. I could clearly remember his voice in my dream is the same I used to hear when he was alive. Bapak..😢
The dream was not more than 5 minutes in length I hope it was in hours seriously my God.
In my dream, there was a tree on the ground of our home's right side (there is no one in reality). Bapak was having a nap on its branch and in my dream, I realised my father had passed away. I had no any single piece of fear in my heart seeing my late father is napping before me.
Sad in my heart but another happy feeling approached my soul, in that dream. I asked him why took a nap on the tree? Why not take one inside? He answered. He answered my questions. I could clearly hear in my dream my father spoke with his real voice when he was alive.
Suara Bapake 😢😢
He replied "hati-hati di Medan (take care in Medan)" and then he's gone ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
I jumped and asked Nande and sissy exaggeratedly happy if they hear my father's voice right? You listen too, right?
Then I was awakened.. And couldn't control my tears.. my breath.. my mind.. I am still waiting the answer to come. Why my father leaved us that fast..
Kak Hera seriously stated she would frame our keepsake photos with the glass display. Jokingly but lovely warm-hearted sentences she said. "Several years later when I see this photo..Ahh.. This is Muslim, he has been a lecturer. My single friends have been married and having many children". It's that freaking short one and half years of friendship but it really is a bless to acquaint with those 22 amazing people.
We learn together. Together we learn. It's not all about the subjects and materials from lectuers as the only matters. We learn about life from each other. Learn how to be wise so you can escape from your narrow-minded head to only be close with certain friends only. And refuse to be close to people you think will break your comfort zone. Learn how to be patient because you start to understand it is not your right to hope everyone will satisfy you. You ought to do so to others. No matter it will be a bad feedback in return.
We are young adults but being kid in heart. After quarelling to think your friends simply wash their hands of responsibility to finish group tasks, we laugh. Getting zero in your formatives, we laugh. Everywhere we go, we laugh. Seriously we always babble. Everyone talks at the same time and no one wish to be the listener.
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Took the photoshoot in Mari Photo at H. M. Joni area. It was almost been postponed because PakBer announced our bad improvement in Qualitative Research and give one extra meeting. Not as a remedy. Just an extended chance for everyone wishing to fix their scores, as he stated.
Funny thing happened. When we were ready for the photoshoot, suddenly I remembered where was Kak Helfi? Kak Helfi? Where was she?? Call her, call her.. Oh she is on the way. No, the studio would close in 20 minutes ahead. Call her.. *puppy eyes to the photographer*
When I consulted with Uncle Google if 'he' could direct me to some sources for my searching of "doll blogger template", it turned out some of results for "doll template" were our best childhood games Paper Doll. You remember and surely ever played this game in your elementary school times, right?I used to save my pocket money just to buy this paper filled with cutie pie dolls with their all-girls'-dream dresses. And it was so a lucky for me if my mother picked me up instead of my trishaw driver since I could ask her to buy the paper doll in the big scale which was pricey for an elementary schoolgirl standard.
Every Sunday back when we were kiddies, I and my best neighbour girlfriends Molida, Melda, Nirma and Evi would alternately visit our homes with a shoe box filled with our paper doll. Yes, we stored them in a shoe box
After deciding where was our territory to build our paper doll's housing, we started to decorate it. And it usually ended by Molida had the biggest house. She needed long time to decorate her doll's house. She even drew rice with pencil for her doll's "food" since it never be other 'face' except the Caucasians. That's why there was no rice.
We acted like neighbors by visiting other's 'houses' and we used the former cigarette box for the 'transportation'
I also found this 1950's paper doll Betsy McCall.
Betsy McCall was announced in April of 1951 and first appeared on the pages of McCall's magazine in May, 1951. Nosy, her six-month old dachshund, is seen with her in that first issue. The next month, June of 51, she is joined by her mother, Mrs. McCall (no first name known), her father, Mr. James McCall appeared in July and and Cousin Barbara, who is Betsy's age, followed in August. Through the years other various siblings, cousins, friends and pets became a part of her adventures. Source
I missed my childhood memory so I wanted to bring the flashback to this time by downloading some printable paper dolls. But it turned out I'm not that patient to cut them out and then do the 'tab and fold' session
My 9th birthday gown

I ever been a little doctor but sadly I couldn't find where my little doctor uniform was
Granny's blouse

So we can see people nowadays are using 60's or 70's style back
Mommy's Wedding Kebaya

A kebaya is a traditional blouse-dress combination that originates from Indonesia and is worn by women in Indonesia,Malaysia, Brunei, Burma, Singapore, southern Thailand, Cambodia and the southern part of the Philippines. It is sometimes made from sheer material such as silk, thin cotton or semi-transparent nylon or polyester, adorned with brocade or floral pattern embroidery. A kebaya is usually worn with a sarong or batik kain panjang, or other traditional woven garment such as ikat, songket with a colorful motif.--Source.
Mommy's hand-made handbag

Our ashoka flowers are crazily blooming


Back when I was a little girl, I used to pick this flower to suck the nectar. It's so sweet. But today I try to do the same thing again, I feel nothing. It's maybe because the bigger we grow up to be, the higher tolerance we have for sweetness

I ever been a little doctor but sadly I couldn't find where my little doctor uniform was
Granny's blouse

So we can see people nowadays are using 60's or 70's style back
Mommy's Wedding Kebaya

A kebaya is a traditional blouse-dress combination that originates from Indonesia and is worn by women in Indonesia,Malaysia, Brunei, Burma, Singapore, southern Thailand, Cambodia and the southern part of the Philippines. It is sometimes made from sheer material such as silk, thin cotton or semi-transparent nylon or polyester, adorned with brocade or floral pattern embroidery. A kebaya is usually worn with a sarong or batik kain panjang, or other traditional woven garment such as ikat, songket with a colorful motif.--Source.
Mommy's hand-made handbag
Our ashoka flowers are crazily blooming


Back when I was a little girl, I used to pick this flower to suck the nectar. It's so sweet. But today I try to do the same thing again, I feel nothing. It's maybe because the bigger we grow up to be, the higher tolerance we have for sweetness
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