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I'm not stealing the title from Ed Sheeran's song by the way.

Even though I was born in Padang, I have no memory at all about living in that city. My parents said we moved to Bukittinggi when I turned a year or two years old. So I spend my childhood growing up in a small town on the hill. I remembered every weekend, my parents would drive to Padang to see my relatives there and to have a taste of "city" even though Padang was not that a huge city comparing to Jakarta (obviously) or Bandung. 

Bukittinggi was so small that you can even reach some places by walking. One time when I was third year in elementary school, I went back home with my brother and his friends walking from our school to the market (but my parents insist we walked very long until we almost reached home). And since this town is located on a hill, the weather is super chilly that you cannot leave home without wearing a jacket. Or at least that's what I experienced. It was my home until my family decided to move in 2002 due to my dad's upcoming position in Palembang. 

Jam Gadang, 2018 (taken by moi)


We went back to Padang almost every year since my late grandmother still live there, and I always looked forward to visit Bukittinggi. This mudik tradition stopped since 2014, but fortunately in 2018 my parents decided to spend our last Eid week holiday to Padang and they rented a car so we could drive to Bukittinggi. I felt so nostalgic and happy even though we were just there for a day. It was not enough time, I admit that. But I hope I can go back there soon, when we are safe enough to travel again. 

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I'm not really a huge fashion fanatic.

Back before I started wearing hijab in 2013, my outfit was just a simple jeans + t-shirt or polo shirt and converse and trucker cap (but I ditched that when I went to uni). I kept my hair in pixie cut since 4th or 5th grade and you have no idea how often people thought I was a boy. One of my teacher back in middle school once disapproved my haircut and she forced me to wear hijab but I didn't want to so I ignored it. 

Then I moved out to a cooler town (Jatinangor) which wearing hoodie/sweater is a mandatory for a bike rider like me so I owned like lots of them. Plus wearing hoodie was a rescue when I was too lazy wearing shirt (my major's dress code back then was button-down shirt with collar or polo shirt). 

I started wearing hijab in 2013 so long sleeves are necessary but I'm still loyal to pants until now. I only wear dresses and skirts on several occasions. The casual and comfortable style still sticks with me so unless dressing up is mandatory, you will find me wearing some Uniqlo t-shirt + hijab in dark color + jeans/chinos and sneakers. 

I would love to wear formal jacket or blazers if I needed to, especially since I saw Kamala Harris' photos when she's campaigning with Joe Biden. 

Taken from kamalaharris.vp instagram account



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So... I forgot to post this yesterday.

But it's okay, I still want to continue writing because I still have that groove. Not to mention today's topic is about my favorite book. 

2020 is the year I went back to reading, just like I've mentioned previously here and there are so many good books I've read (mostly I read what a mutual on Twitter has recommended and please check her book blog here!) but I think this one put a special place on my mind.


Title: Darius the Great is Not Okay (Darius the Great is not Okay #1)
Author: Adib Khorram
Year of Publish: 2018

We have a saying in Farsi. It translates ‘your place was empty.’ We say it when we miss somebody."

Darius is a half-Iranian (or as he preferred: fractional Persian) teen boy who suffered clinical depression and feels like he doesn't belong to anywhere. He doesn't speak Farsi that fluent despite having Iranian mom but he doesn't have a resemblance of white people like his dad. One day, he and his family flew back to Iran because of his dying grandfather where he met Sohrab, the teen boy who worked with his Iranian family. Sohrab eventually became his best friend and accepted Darius (or Darioush as he always called the main character) as who he was. 

What makes me enjoyed this book is how the writer described Darius' condition, it was so raw and painful because I might have similar  issue with rejection back when I was teenager. The relationship with main character with his dad is so heartbreaking, I get that why Darius desperately wanted to get his father's approvals. The writer did a very good job describing Persian taarof culture without making the non-Persian readers got confused, and reading this book makes me want to 1. Visit Iran 2. Try Persian food and 3. Drink various kinds of tea. 

The sequel (Darius the Great Deserves Better) has been out this year, I already owned the copy but still waited for the perfect time to read this. Hopefully before 2021 *eyes a pile of my to-be read books* 




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On the day 12 of 30 days writing challenge, the prompt is about my favorite TV show and there is one that has a special place in my heart, my guilty pleasure, and my very first TV show I followed religiously.

Yes, I'm talking about GREY'S ANATOMY. 


"Each of you comes here today hopeful, wanting in on the game. A month ago, you were in med school being taught by doctors."

I started watching Grey's Anatomy in 2012, getting the copy of season 1 from a pirated DVD shop near my uni (I think most old unpaders know the shop's name. I wonder if that place still exists until now). It was recommended by a senior in my organization because she mentioned this show a lot on her twitter so I gave it a try. In short, this show is just SO ADDICTIVE AND I CANNOT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!

And eight years later, I'm still watching this show.

Grey's Anatomy aired their first season in 2005, it's about five doctors who's doing their surgical residency in one of the foremost hospital in Seattle. The main character, Meredith Grey, was the daughter of famous female surgeon in the country and she admitted she was kind of screwed. Unbeknownst to her, she had a one night stand with the new head of neurosurgery just the night before her first day. 

Yes, I know the storyline has gone downhill due to departures of some main casts but somehow I still enjoy the show. Grey's Anatomy is able to highlight some social issue such as domestic violents, mass shooting, racial prejudice, alcoholism, crisis of faith, etc. but the current season highlight the current worldwide pandemic without romanticizing it. I also love the dynamic of each characters but my favorite is obviously the friendship between Meredith Grey and Cristina Yang. HANDS DOWN, BEST FRIENDSHIP ON TV EVER!




Also, have I told you that the music from this show are all awesome! Here are a playlist of selected songs I made on Spotify.


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I have two siblings, both of them are older than moi. I am more closer to my brother, who is only three years ahead of me. Even until now, I used to live with him and his wife until their daughter was born and they decided to live closer to my sister in law's who's just like 10 kms away. Sometimes he comes here visiting (or more likely doing inspection whether or not I keep this place cleaned enough for a human being lol), and thankfully since he doesn't live that far, my brother always offered help when I needed. 

My sister, on the other hand, lives in Surabaya with her husband and two children. Back when I started picking University, my dad wanted me to go the same uni with my sister so we could live together. It didn't happen because I didn't get accepted (and deep down I was thankful because I don't think I could handle living with her lol). On the other hand, she has been a very supportive sister though. We weren't really that closed growing up because she's five years older and she entered boarding school when I was in second grade. 

Even though we have grown up but our parents don't want us to grow apart. That's why they created this WhatsApp group so we could share news with each other, sometimes we video call too with addition of the toddlers (but let's be honest, my parents just wanted to see their grandkids lol). Let's just hope we still have each other's back until we're older. 

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I dedicated this post to two of my best friends: Aisha Kamelia Nur and Salma Huda California

Taken in 2017. When we were young(er)

I don't recall correctly how we grew closer and eventually become "best friends" (God, I don't really like that term honestly). We were in the same class in uni. Salmon (as in Salma) and I were those students who often got involved in some kind of student organization, assembly, student board and others while Aisha was not into those kind of stuffs. Also, while Salmon and I resided in a dorm, Aisha was the "Damri fighter" a.k.a those students who always took Damri bus from and to the campus. So yeah, we're just bunch of weirdos who somehow just got closer until now... Probably from K-pop. Aisha was a hardcore K-pop fan (but unfortunately she had never seen a concert live, poor thing) and she often showed us several girl group videos after class. 

We had this chat group on LINE messenger and I forgot whose idea it was to name it Orange Caramel (as in the subunit of After School, yeah). And most of our chats are related to: K-pop, Salmon's being confused about her future and love life (because mine and Aisha's are non-existent) gossips about out uni friends and anything else. Then we moved to WhatsApp because my old stolen phone couldn't keep up with the size of LINE app. Do we still communicate? Fortunately, yes. Even though now Salmon has been enjoying her new role as a wife and mother of twin baby girls, Aisha with her work at the hospital (in the middle of corona, God Bless her) and me... Probably soon to earn my master degree. 

In short, I missed seeing them on person. The last time we met was at friend's wedding in 2018. Aisha and I was invited and going to be Salmon's bridesmaid but life happened... a.k.a I had a big presentation in uni and Aisha had to work. 
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According to Oxford dictionary, Happiness is the state of feeling and showing pleasure. Well... I don't want to be very textbook and throwing some kind of theory about happiness. Honestly? I don't know what should I write in here? Should I write about my happiness or when the last time I felt that kind of happiness that me want to sing Pharrell's song out loud? 

Some people really need to achieve something big in order to earn the happiness while others... Well, maybe just need something tiny. I'm not saying either is more right than other one because everyone deserves the happiness and I Believe they just have their own way to earn that. 

Take a look on badminton fans community for example. Some fans really achieve their happiness when they had a chance to see their favorite athlete competing live on court while others were just fine with the live streaming provided by BWF and other third party. Or maybe in reading club, I know some people would feel the joy when they got the first edition of the long-awaited book written by the favorite author just on the release day while others would be fine to be able reading them (legally) in Kindle or Libby. Or some others would feel happy when they got the book after saving some money. 

You know what? This is getting absurd, I'm outta here. Peace! 


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