au revoir

[ sunset on les Champs-Élysées ]

bonne fête des pères

[ me + my mum ]

[ I stole this bag from my mum. It is my favorite. ]

[ life is so much better when we're all in one place ]

[ a happy father's day outside notre dame ]

[ musée d'orsay ]

le premier jour

[ the fantastic four ]

[ picnic dans le parc ]

[ you think it couldn't possibly get any more magical. and then it starts to sparkle. ]

ta.

Off to see my sister and then pop about the United Kingdom for a bit; blogging a bit sporadic from here on out. 

Ha. As if it's been any sort of consistent for months now.

Still.

loves,

E.

enam bulan | six months

[ dukuh atas. ]

[ monas. ]

[ taman safari. ]

[ padang earthquake relief. ]

[ anyers. ]

[ bandung. ]

[ ten cents for fifteen minutes. ]

[ cross-country trains. economy. ]

[ desta + his miniature plaited trance horse. ]

[ ibu toyib. ]

[ walking out to sister lilik's. ]

[ at the sawah with lisa. ]

[ toy, miller, pres. iwan : balekambang. ]

[ me + marno. ]

[ sunday afternoon with the twins. ]

[ pak panjaitan + femi. ]

[ on the way to novi's. ]

[ julian + peggy + venesia. ]

[ keluarga nanlohy, keluarga indonesiaku. ]

[ nabs + lia + rhondeau + meek + mj : malang masa emas.

: : : : : : : : : : : : : : :

As of yesterday, I've been home exactly six months. Which means at very least I got these guys back today. Missed them. Miss it. Every day.

tip

If you're wanting me to leave the library at closing, don't play Fleet Foxes as your exit music. Especially not "Montezuma." Because my favorite place just got ten times better, and I may never ever ever leave.

Oh, for realz?! The entire album? I officially don't care if unauthorized students opting to stay past midnight will be prosecuted as trespassing and therefore subject to legal action.

today

Post-it note boards at your local froyo are always a good idea.

My sister's cool. She writes David Archuleta lyrics in Arabic.

Ticked two major projects off my list.

$7.34 in stamps, first-class to HK.

My dog's asleep across my feet.

Listening to this a lot.

[ thanks, M. ]

thought

image via yours truly | also, does reading count as work?

three things.

I sleep on the south side of our attic apartment, with a window facing the neighbours I have never met. We see each other occasionally, wave, from two stories up and twenty feet across. They are Asian and sometimes I look at my map of the southeast seas while listening to them talk, guessing which corner they come from. 

It's June and we had some sun, at least for today. Emily and I drove up University, rolled all the windows down and sang along to Friday, I'm in Love. It seemed right, even if technically only true for her.

I have been working on several projects all at once, a few of which are fun and some that really only stress me out. I need stamps in all sorts of sizes and awesomeness, a replacement blade for my swivel x-acto, and at least five more hours in every day. But if all goes as imagined, it's going to be 110% worth it, which my American Heritage professor says is impossible because he is actually a mathematician and numbers are important to him. But I am all words and Hermione got a 312% in Muggle Studies her third year, so I say anything goes. Worth it. One hundred and ten percent.