She's Going Somewhere

the week where kambing didn’t come home

untuk tulisan kali ini aku mau pakai bahasa indonesia. kayaknya aku bakal lebih bisa menyampaikan perasaanku kalau pakai bahasa sendiri. ada beberapa hal yang rasanya jadi lebih nyata kalau ditulis dalam bahasa indonesia, dan aku nggak mau emosinya hilang cuma karena aku sibuk menerjemahkan perasaanku sendiri. jadi untuk kali ini, biar aku nulis apa adanya aja.

minggu ini nggak banyak hal terjadi. tapi ada satu kesedihan besar yang aku rasain. kucingku, namanya kambing, belum pulang juga.

She's Going Somewhere

the week where she got the idea

once, i was on pinterest looking for some inspiration for my next blog post when i stumbled upon this picture. it was basically a list of ideas for creative projects, and one of them was to give every week a name, almost like it was an episode of a series.

and for some reason, that idea hit me like lightning. and suddenly turned on a tiny lamp inside my head. i couldn’t stop thinking about it, so i decided to make it into a project.

is it really creativity or just me trying to survive?

for the past few weeks, i’ve had this overwhelming urge to make things. so many things. it genuinely feels like my creativity has suddenly burst wide open, and i’ve never really felt this way before. but then i started wondering: what exactly is this phase i’m going through?

because at the same time, i’ve also never been this bored. i’m so, so bored of being at home all the time. i can’t seem to find a job that feels right for me because, honestly, every job sounds boring. i feel like i need to be somewhere new every day, doing something i’ve never done before. if i’m not constantly experiencing something new, i get bored out of my mind.

the feminine urge to CREATE

lately, i’ve been thinking about how easily i get possessed by the urge to make things.

i’ll open my laptop with absolutely nothing in mind and, two hours later, i’m choosing fonts for a blog post, making a ridiculous little collage, editing photos from three months ago, or putting together a playlist for a very specific imaginary version of my life.

maybe this is just the feminine urge to create.

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how could i have dreams this big in such a small body?

sometimes i genuinely wonder, how could i have dreams this big in such a small body?

there are days when it feels like my mind has made room for more lives than one person could possibly live. i’m always imagining places i haven’t been, lives i haven’t lived, and all the different versions of myself i could become.

what Elle Woods taught me in my late twenties

it all started with an instagram reel.

i came across a short clip from legally blonde, and there was something about elle woods that immediately caught my attention. i didn't even know the full story yet, but somehow i already had the feeling that she was going to be the kind of character i'd love, and probably learn something from. so i watched the movie. and i was right.

"I like your personality" thanks I stole it from Rachel Green

i actually didn't like rachel when i first watched friends. i thought she was spoiled and kind of annoying. and then, somehow, i grew up and realized “oh wait, we have a lot in common.”

nicole kidman was right, everything is deeply sad

i saw this picture of nicole kidman saying, “everything is deeply sad,” and for some reason it made me laugh a little. not because it's particularly funny. i think i just get it.

lana del rey ride monologue

I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.