Camden

This is my first time going to Camden Market. The first time I heard about this market is from one of my favorite authors when I was younger, Cathy Hopkins in her fiction novels Mates, Dates, and ........ Have you guys ever heard about those novels? The second time, I think, was from one of the Olsens' movies, Winning London where they had this scene in Cyberdog. From then on I had this mind that Camden is a place where young people dress up as crazy as they want without getting awkward stares from passers-by (like Halloween everyday, probably). And from what a friend of mine who had been to Camden said, Camden is like a city of its own.

But, when I came up there, it wasn't as surprising or thrilling... However, it was still a place worth the visit cos you may found something unique or cool, like a delicious bubble milk tea stand. Kidding. But the bubble milk tea was the best I've tried so far in London (still can't beat the bubble milk tea from Asia, don't worry).

So this is what I wore...

camden lock is like the "mall"...

this store has a really good concept of design. look at how many sewing machines displayed!

cute starbucks, huh? feels like in santorini...

zara tank top and blazer, forever 21 shorts, new look tights and shoes, lady dior

amsterdam-ish?

didn't try it cos it was sold out -.-

are these bottles of wine? NOOOOO... look the picture below

they are candles!

met two cute twin-babies...the father said they were sometimes identical. i don't know how that's possible... sometimes?

but they were REALLY cute! the left one giggled a lot and the right one grabbed my finger when i gave it to her awww :')

So actually, the price for clothes or accessories or any other thing is quite... it was okay. But if I were to choose between Camden or H&M and Forever 21, I'd still choose the latter. The clothes in Camden was not THAT good, not like handmade English outfits, just mass-produced clothes. However, there were quite a lot of Halloween costumes shop, so head there if you want to buy something for this 31st of October.

Right now the streets in Piccadilly Circus and Leicester Square and some in the tube stations are varied with people who wear costumes already! Mostly they painted their face white with some blood. I saw a Katy Perry, the plumber Mario, a pumpkin, many nurses, many zombies... I wanted to dress as an iPod, or a pizza, or Dora the Explorer, but didn't spend any time to make the costumes so well, I don't know what I'm going to be next Monday. How about you guys? What are you going to dress up as?

Ciao ;)

Here and Now

Living overseas could be very exciting, yet tiring. The exciting parts are; you live independently, you make new friends, you experience other cultures, you see shops that you don't see in your hometown, you shop, and so on. The tiring parts...are; you live independently, you make new friends, you experience other cultures, you see shops--wait, the last part is not tiring, it's refreshing!

supré tank top, AIIZ jacket, tailored white scalloped shorts, unbranded tights, uniqlo socks, zara shoes, diva necklace

Photographed by Josephine Kerin

However, now I don't have any driver who could drive me anywhere when I'm tired walking. I should take the tube or the bus or the taxi (well, obviously the last one is not for daily). And when it's raining... UGH... it's the worst. Whether you should wait inside the tube station for the rain to stop, or under the bus stop, or you just run under the rain as it sprinkles your hair and clothes and bag and shopping bags. All three I did last night when I forgot to bring an umbrella.

Oh I've been warned. Just like what Poppy Moore complained in Wild Child, "Ugh, in England, it rains 200 days in a year!" Or something like that I don't remember it precisely.

Another tiring thing, I don't have helpers to clean my room, clean my bathroom, wash my clothes, wash the dishes, bring my stuff for me, buy the groceries, et cetera. I sound like a spoiled brat, call me that as you like, but I'm just reflecting on how sort of easy my life was back when I was in high school. Not the high school part, the daily life part. And as excited as I was to become pedestrian--granted now!--I'm also missing my life before. I am grateful that I could have helpers and driver back home, and all the facilities that maybe I may not get here, I truly am. I am not complaining right now with huge heavy sighs, and as much as I sound like nagging, I'm not. I'm enjoying it. This is a new experience. I'm thankful that I can be here right now, thanks to God and my papa and mama <3

Ciao.
P.S. Everything here is so expensive :'(

Change

Change is essential for the better. I'm not ready for that change. Or maybe I am, but it doesn't suit me very well. How am I supposed to love the situation where I am right now if I don't feel secure, and liked, and happy? And maybe it's not about security, likeness, and happiness that is the most important in a change--because obviously, the change itself is--but they are all the parts that makes the change worth the fight. Maybe, another maybe, it's just the beginning where I feel I want to go back to my old life, and having fun there, and if I can I don't have to go through all this, but then again, it's all about uncertainties.

It's uncertainties that makes the change so hard to be crossed. It is like I'm a baby all over again, trying to swim in a 4-meters-depth-pool. Okay I'm exaggerating and trying to be poetic (yuck!), as a teenager myself I'm still afraid to swim in a 4-meters-depth-pool.

 

GAP shirt, zara sweater and coats, AIIZ shorts, unbranded tights, steve madden flats, mom's chanel on the first pic and cousin's mulberry on the last pic

Back to topic; I want to go back to my old life. YET, I want to move on and try different things. Even though I don't feel secure. Even though I don't feel that I'm not liked. Even though I'm not happy. At the moment. But I believe, this all someday will pass, for a better, brighter future. And on that day, I will feel safe inside and out, loved, and of course, joyful.

So, if you are on the same page as me, just be tough and strive for whatever you've come here for, for all it will be alright in the end. Heard of the saying "It will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, It's not the end"? So, yeah.

Ciao.
P.S.: It's my 100th post! I know it's not a lot amount of posts compared to other inspiring bloggers...but well yeah, it's quite a big number ;) 

iSad

Three things I want to inform. Make it four.

1. I'm terrible at posting constantly so I apologize for that. I've been quite busy with all the moving and settling to a new place and new environment. So, yeah. Oh, and sometimes the Internet sucks.

2. The tragic news I saw yesterday from twitter the time I woke up; it was really sad. I've never been a loyal Apple user, but I know Steve Jobs had done amazing works and changed the world literally. The only Apple product I have right now with me is an iPod Touch third generation. I'm planning to buy a Mac for a change in laptop, but maybe next year. And I don't know if I want the iPhone 4S or not, because it'll be sold out in just a short time, I guess, and I also planning to change to the newest Blackberry Bold. Cannot make up my mind right now. But yes, even though I've never met him--Steve Jobs--it was just terrible. Especially after I read Hot Chocolate and Mint's post yesterday about Jobs' speech. Yes, it was one of the greatest speeches I've ever heard (or read).

3. Outfit post. The pictures I took before I left.

 

 

supre t-shirt, aiiz shorts, dior canvas bag

 

charles & keith sandals, cotton ink leather bangle, evita perroni necklace, accessorize bracelets, dorothy perkins ring

ps. I lost my Cotton Ink leather bangle. I'm s.a.d. it's one of my favorite accessories and it matches with everything, but maybe because the clip is easy to get off, so maybe that's why if I wasn't careful it would fall. And it did, somewhere, I don't know yesterday. But fortunately I've wore it a million times so maybe it's still...well, it's still not okay, but maybe you know what I mean :( I want it back. 

 

 

 

 4. On Tuesday, I had like a major cry out. I mean, I cried in the morning, I went to school, after school I did some research with my classmate for a project we've finished already, and after that when I got to the apartment, I broke down to tears again. Why? Simply because I was homesick. I never thought that moving into another country and living on my own would be this hard. Now I know how it feels and it's... I can't say it's bad, but it's different. Like major changes all around. I don't have anyone to cook for me anymore, I don't have my maids to clean my room, wash my clothes, clean my toilet, and etc etc etc. I have to do practically all by myself. It's a good practice to be independent, but it's just too sudden. And I'm not used to being alone.

When I was at my house back in Indonesia, even when my parents went out and my brother hung out with his friends, there would be sounds and noises outside my room (maybe my maids watching a TV or something) but I've never felt that torn up to leave home. I was simply devastated.

I was bbm'ing with my mom and my sister and got eventually better but I remembered everything and I cried all over again. But thanks to God, it was just for the first day of being alone. The next day I was okay, at least I didn't cry.

And now I'm just glad I was kind of over the phase of being a cry baby. I know this is maybe what's best for me. And I also tweeted that I'm getting use to the life right now, I feel independent for doing all the chores (well, not all because I haven't get a permanent place to stay... how BAD). But I also have to get myself more organized, like for example, be neater, cleaner, and just... organized cause if I'm not I may not complete everything in time.

So okay, maybe some of you don't read all the blabs above and just look at the pictures. But I always appreciate people who read, because by reading, we kinda understand. And cause that's what I do when I open people's blogs. I read. And see pictures. Great combination, ey?

Ciao.