careless man's careful daughter

To start off, let me just say—this place feels like a secret waiting to be uncovered.

The restaurant’s interior is nothing short of charming. Tucked away in the bustling heart of Blok M Square, it feels like a hidden gem. It took us a few wrong turns from the car park to find it, but it was worth the adventure. From the outside, its muted gray container-like structure doesn’t give much away. But step inside, and it’s a whole different story—warm, lively, and yet somehow incredibly relaxed. The atmosphere is warm, alive, yet effortlessly relaxed. Think luxurious hotel lounge vibes—where everyone is well-dressed, yet the energy is chill, not pretentious.

We decided to go for the fusion menu, starting with appetizers and ending with the main course, accompanied by refreshing iced ocha. The silken tofu appetizer stole the spotlight—it wasn’t just delicious but also impressively plated. The A5 beef slices, sanma shioyaki, and salmon sashimi perfectly complemented the meal, making the entire dinner an unforgettable pleasant experience with the loml.

the sound :

I just posted us on my first —a hard launch, as we call it these days.

In the tapestry of life, I've come to realize that every individual carries their own baggage – a collection of experiences, challenges, and triumphs that shape who they are. To each their own, each person bears their unique set of battle scars.

I'm overwhelmed with gratitude for the incredible souls who have crossed my path. They're not just friends; they're the glue that holds my story together; the threads that weave the fabric of my life. In the currency of friendship, I am undeniably wealthy.

These bonds, formed through shared laughs, countless adventures, and mutual support are my treasure. I take pride in calling these incredible individuals 'my people.' They're not just characters in my story; they're the reason it's such a damn good one. They stand as a testament to the richness of my life, reminding me that true wealth lies not in possessions, but in the connections we make along the way.

I am excited for what will come a head. The future seems bright and promising after i met this particular person. As a guarded person i've learn to lower and eventually dismantle my guard. And if love is as beautiful as it's promised then i am looking forward for to it.

Cannot think of all the cost And the things that will be lost Oh, can we just get a pause? To be certain we'll be tall again Whether weather be the frost Or the violence of the dog days I'm on waves, out being tossed Is there a line that I could just go cross?

And when I was shipwrecked (can't think of all the cost) I thought of you (all the things that will be lost now) In the cracks of light (can we just get a pause?) I dreamed of you (to be certain we'll be tall again) (If you think of all the costs) It was real enough (whether weather be the frost) To get me through (or the violence of the dog days) (Out on waves being tossed) But I swear (is there a line that we could just go cross?) You were there

This beach is located in Pacitan, 3 hr car ride from Yogyakarta. I do think the view was really worth the trip.

theme: navigating grief

I think what has been upsetting me the most is realising that he wasn't merely away on some distant vacation. It was a heavy realization that settled deeply within me, and with each passing day, the weight of it grew, suffocating me, like a big lump in my throat i am unsure what to do with.

Every corner of this town was supposed to bear the indelible mark of his existence. As if he had woven his life's story into the very fabric of the city. Every turn of a street corner, every visit to our favourite restaurants, and every time i play golf carried with it a palpable sense of your presence. But time, relentless and indifferent, was steadily carrying me further away from the memory of him. The town's canvas, once painted with his vivid strokes, was slowly being overwritten by new memories. It felt like I was shedding a skin I hadn't been prepared to let go of yet.

I clung to the past, refusing to part with the comforting familiarity of my father's presence. I cherished the old stories, the warmth of our shared experiences. I didn't want to lose myself in the unfamiliarity of a world without him.

His old office, where I had hoped to still feel his presence, was now inhabited by someone new. I mourned the loss of this tangible link to him, another piece of him slipping away. 

The restaurant we used to frequent held memories of shared meals and conversations. Now, it had been transformed into a place new faces with no knowledge of you. As i sit by our regular table, I felt once again the overwhelming weight of another piece of my father slipping away.

Even the home you once lived in, where your room was right across from mine, is now just a past memory with new people living in it. The staircase didn't lead to his presence anymore, and the empty sofa served as a silent reminder of his absence. As the days passed, it seemed as though the big, vivid memories of my father were fading, disappearing into the depths of my mind. They were pushed into the backroom closet of my consciousness, where I feared they might one day be forgotten, forever.

The list of things I remembered about my father grew smaller and smaller, piece by piece. His voice, his antics, the shape of his face—these were all becoming increasingly distant, i feel it slipping away like sand through my fingers.

My father had been a man of few words, a man who didn't often express his feelings or thoughts. Yet he had given me everything he knew, his wisdom lying in his support and presence. He may not have been a learned man in the conventional sense, but he would always be, and remain, my father, consistently doing his utmost to provide us with what he knew best. He had left an indelible mark on my life, and now that he was gone, it was like a wound that refused to heal properly.

This is what a typical corner store look like in my country / city. Because the market are usually busy at dawn and the stalls would start to close around 10 am, these convenience stores become the hero to support many household of crops, spices, and just basically food related produces you need to make a meal or two at any time of the day. These stalls is here for the night owls that only starts their day midday or the midnight snackers who only kickstarted the sudden energy to cook a meal in the evening.

From green produces to instant noodles, eggs to cornstarch there is nothing that these stores do not have. They usually open in the late hour of the morning, around 10 am, and close just shyly close to midnight at 10 pm. The price is arguably competitive and they're winning selling point is the ability to buy as little as possible of anything. Lets say you only need 3 piece of chilies for you cooking, you could just buy that and free of the hassle of buy in bulk t&c applied in most supermarkets.

totally not related but i think of this song when i decide to write this post about convenience store.

Narcos (2015 - 2017) dir. José Padilha Red White & Royal Blue (2023) dir. Matthew Lopez The Bear (2022 - present) dir. Christopher Storer

Hercules (1997) dir. Ron Clements, John Musker Reality (2023) dir. Tina Satter Elemental (2023) dir. Peter Sohn

Hacksaw Ridge (2016) dir. Mel Gibson Sicario (2015) dir. Denis Villeneuve 300 (2006) dir Zack Snyder

Troy (2004) dir. Wolfgan Pertersen Babylon (2022) dir. Damien Chazelle Gods of Egypt (2016) dir. Alex Proyas

on NASA's James Webb Space Telescope most recent photo. Taken together, these images make up a large spiral galaxy.

Comments:

is this what moses and mohammed mean when they said "no mere mortal can truly see the face of god" bc god was infact a faceless deity?

as i was born and raised a muslim i have always given the impression that god is not man or woman nor shaped like a human. I'd always potray god as to look like a cloud. 🌌