Midnight Ramblings.

I've always thought, "perhaps it could happen."

Two years ago, two months ago. The same thought with minuscule difference.

"Maybe God is planning for us to go our separate ways for now, to prepare us for the future."
"Maybe this time apart would forge our feelings to become stronger towards each other when we eventually get together."
"Maybe God is preparing us to be better for each other."
"Maybe he is thinking this way too."
"Maybe he is thinking of me too."
"Maybe this is hard for him too."
"Maybe."

Then another wave of thoughts rushed in.

"What if he realizes I'm not the one he wants to be with?"
"What if we were never meant to be together in the first place?"
"What if I'm not good enough?"
"What if there's someone else?"

That last question would throw me off. The thought that another woman is in the picture of what I thought consists of two people is suffocating. I still remembered the day I found out my ex had another girlfriend. The thought that you are replaceable is very much painful.

"But he wooed me first. What made him lose interest? Why would he attempt to make me fall for him if in the end he would just leave me?"

"He just didn't like you that much. If he did, he would've fought for you."

"But I was sure he liked me!"

"Well, you're wrong, woman."

"Maybe I should've responded more. If only I weren't so shy. Maybe I should've just texted him that day. If I had done things differently.."

"Maybe. But it's too late anyway."

So I learnt to deal with it, two years ago and two months ago. There's nothing else you can do. It's pretty much impossible if God doesn't interfere. He's gone. He's gone. He's gone.

"Lord, send me someone else, or take the feelings away. This is too much."

I don't know why it took so long. Why it took that much hope and pain and tears, just for one person that never happened. But I guess I've come to terms with the idea that we could possibly never be together, and for once, I'm fine with it. It doesn't hurt imagining that I'll see you walking around holding someone else's hand. Or laughing enjoying your time with her. Heck, I would be happy for you. I guess Jesus granted the latter part of that wish.

So yeah. I think I'm ready to take that offer I once thought was impossible. I think we can be friends.

Peace out.

How the Throat Finally Healed.

Note: This was written two weeks ago, so just add two weeks to all the time reference mentioned :)


So so so so.

I've been sick 3 weeks ago right. And it's been haunting me ever since. On the previous post I went to the doc and he gave me antibiotics and the pain went away for like 5 days. Then it came back the next Sunday, after I served at Bethany's third service (no hard feelings, church). I think my singing technique wasn't correct yet or something, it apparently upset my throat. And so, ironically, after serving at church, the sore throat came back in full force.

The next day, which was a Monday (6/4), I went to a different doctor. He said it was a viral infection, and he gave me another set of meds. That set finished that weekend, which was last Sunday (12/4), and I knew I wasn't fully healed yet. The lingering pain was still there.

And so, the week after (13/4 onwards), this has been happening:

I would wake up usually with no or minor pain, and it would go away after a glass of water or so. BUT, as the day draws to an end, my throat would for whatever reason HURT AGAIN. I don't know if it's because I've talked too much, or was it because something I've eaten or drunk, or the virus just went super saiyan, it would just hurt every night before bed.

So each night, for the whole week, I would go to sleep worried wondering if it would still hurt when I wake up. If it hurts in the morning, chances are it won't get any better and eventually I'd have to meet the doc again. And you have to understand that it has happened twice to me within two weeks. It was kind of traumatic. I blasted myself with Pei Pa Koa and Strepsils and tubs of water.

That Thursday (16/4, the fourth day of this cycle), we had to practice for this week's TLG service, which meant I had to sing. As mentioned in the first paragraph, the last time I sang, it sent me straight back to the doctor. I came to practice a little unsettled, and I tried to go easy on my vocal chords, doing my best to use my diaphragm or whatever was supposed to be the proper way of singing hoping that it won't upset my throat, but nevertheless, as expected, I went home with a more intense pain compared to the days before.

On Friday, I woke up with a slight pain which thankfully went away with a few glasses of water. That was such a relief considering the amount of pain the night before. I even took a few spoons of ice cream after lunch (I'm ashamed of my willpower), and it was fine. That night, me and Huyen went to the Affordable Art Fair. It was still fine. Then we had dinner. Then it was not fine.

I ate freaking noodle soup, and my throat went hurting again afterwards. It was so frustrating. I went back home and gulped water like.. *thinking of a phrase*.. Just a lot of it. Couldn't sleep till 4 am that night, and throat was still hurting when I fell asleep eventually.

Saturday came about and I woke up with no pain, which was good. Went to church for the workers prayer meeting and stuff, and we had a little time to practice afterwards.

5.30 came about, and the service started. I've always enjoyed leading worship and that day was special because I haven't been doing it for 3 months, and so I've missed it so much. My energy level was way up there, and I went all out and just enjoyed myself, forgetting the throat issue for a moment.

My voice was a little husky after singing for almost an hour, and I quickly took a piece of Strepsils. We went for dinner afterwards and I had another bowl of noodle soup. Craving for some desserts, we had Llao Llao afterwards. Went back at around 11 pm, turned on my Imac, chatted with friends, drew a little, and I realized something past midnight.

There. Was. No. Pain.

Like, really nothing. My throat was as calm as the Dead Sea. I swallowed my saliva millions of time just to make sure the throat feels no sensation, and really it didn't. It was not normal because just the night before it was hurting, and I've just used it full force for an hour during Praise and Worship.

It was healed. Miraculously.

I expected a slow healing process. Like slowly my immune system would finally wake up and decide to fight whatever invading virus there is. And I really was expecting the worst after singing. Faith level was at 0. And God came through.

It was the best timing possible. Getting healed after an enjoyable all out Praise and Worship.

So God, isn't it? :)

Story of the Throat.

I fell so sick 2 weeks ago.

We got this sudden news that Monday that Fian was about to suddenly fly back to Indo for good that Friday. It was not a good news. So with the little time we had, we wanted to maximise our time with him.

My throat wasn't doing too well to begin with. So it didn't help that on Wednesday night, Popeye's was the only restaurant left open after our quality session with Fian (playing Escape at The Cathay. We failed.)

So I had Popeyes for dinner. Then, the whole group left except me, Ko Nathan, and Fian. Then, Bern joined in, so there were the 4 of us. We were walking aimlessly to Fort Canning Park when we started singing random songs. Then I was like, "I know what we should do. Karaoke."

And fascinatingly all of them were up for it.

So we went karaoke-ing for 3 hours.

And the next day I woke up with this intense pain on my throat, with a tiny bit of fever (I think.) I thought it was a normal sore throat so I just drank tons of honey lemon and ate those Pei Pa Koa sweets. It didn't get better. Drinking water was painful. Making it warm helped a bit. And that night, I barely got any sleep because swallowing my saliva was basically torture.

So Friday came about and I woke up hoping to feel better only to be disappointed painfully (literally.) We went to send Fian away that day. A few friends were telling me to go to the doctor, but me being myself hates going to the doctor. I felt that I could still go on, and the hope that I will get better was still alive. I even went to FA that night. At this point, my voice was so disfigured it sounded very sexy (haha). I could feel the insides of my throat swelling. Drinking and swallowing saliva was still torture, which made trying to sleep a torturing process as well. Barely slept again. I remembered myself thinking, "if I were to go to hell, I probably would have to experience this forever. Good thing I'm saved." #thankingGodatalltimes #ontheroll

I woke up at 7 am on Saturday, in which usually I would just go back to sleep again, but my nasty throat wouldn't let me. It was so painful, I could feel the swelling grow. It's up to the roof of my mouth by then. It was the worst. I gave in, and stayed up waiting for the closest clinic to open, which was at 8 am. Watched youtube video and sorts, all the while with my throat trying to murder me.

So finally I got my antibiotics and proper meds. The doctor said it was an infection. He banned me from talking. "No screaming, no whispering, both extremes would upset your throat. If need be, use sign language." (and I completely disobeyed. I whispered my way the whole day. Sigh) By then, I couldn't even utter words. It would just be air squeezing out of my vocal chords, with occasional unidentified noises.

The cough syrup that the doctor gave would cause drowsiness, which was heaven sent cos I haven't been getting proper sleep the past two days. So I went back home, cooked breakfast, took all the meds, and went straight to bed. It was heaven.

Woke up again for lunch time, did some work, and headed to TLG. (ootd here.)

So as I said, I almost couldn't speak at all. I was basically whispering to everyone. Which in a weird way was enjoyable.

In the usual TLG fashion, we started with the Praise and Worship session. In my unusual mute fashion, I couldn't utter a single note. And the whole point of this post is just to say this:

I really enjoyed that mute worship.

I think it's because I don't have my voice to distract myself. I didn't have to care how I sounded (I hate to admit it but sometimes I do), I didn't care if I couldn't reach certain notes..

I just didn't have to.. care.

It's just the raw cry of my heart to God, without the additional vessel of my voice. And I'm in no way saying that singing as a form of your worship is bad. At all. But I'll have to admit that sometimes it can be distracting. And I've had a fellow musician friend confirm that he gets what I'm saying, so apparently I'm not alone in this self-distracting matter.

It was a very loving reminder for me I guess. That worship is supposed to be personal and raw. It's essentially between your heart and God. He hears you and that's what actually really matters. It's good to strip down once in a while, and just make it private and personal and honest between you and Daddy.

So good night people! That's my short story of how I lost my voice for a weekend. The pain was terrible, but life needed its seasonings right. :D

End of the Whoas. For now.

Finally my roller coaster is stabilizing. It's on a steady roll across some ocean with the cold wind breezing. Numb all over because of the cold, but no sickening twists and turns, which is good for now. Enough of the life catapult.

So, to not be an annoying secretive writer, I shall let you in on a glimpse of what each Whoas were.

So yeah. 2015 has been full of surprises to begin with, so that's that. And one dawn:

Whoa I & II: Some significant being of the past decided to unexpectedly appear again. The situation was equivalent to, say, your college application was rejected and then a year later they came back contacting you. Something like that.

Whoa III: I lost my (sort of) Indonesian PR due to a very stupid mistake on my part. Don't ask. I'd rather not.

Whoa IV: There was a huge fight at home, leaving my little sister crying on the sofa and my stressed-looking brother looking worse, and leaving me crying out to God to just. do. something. tangible.

Whoa V: Someone disappointed me. Deeply. But it kind of was resolved the next day resulting in this steady numbing roll across the ocean.

So there you go. My eyes are super heavy and Imma sleep very soon. Night people!

Whoa V

My roller coaster just went up. Up. Up. through the clouds. And the air gets thinner. And thinner.

It's up there not because things are good, but because things are cold. My feet and fingers are numb, and breathing gets tough.

So tempted to just jump ship right now. Either I float into the atmosphere or I freefall back to earth, and in both scenarios I'll be with Jesus soon enough.

Sorry for the super emo tone. I hope I can blame this on PMS. I don't keep track, you see. So I can only hope.

Whoa IV

Again with the roller coaster. It just dove straight to the center if the earth where there's supposedly molten lava everywhere.

I'm holding tightly onto that safety harness for dear life, safety harness probably representing the Word of God. 

What do you do when things get out of control? Either you end your life and leave this world and all the trouble (and happiness) that it comes with, or you carry on cos Jesus laid His life so you could have His.

The engineer of this roller coaster is sick. Get me back to the earth surface now.

Whoa III

My roller coaster just went on a vertical free fall. Throwing up while typing this.

Hoeeeeekkkkhhhhhh.

Whoa II

Apparently there are moments in life where you are left speechless. Just speechless.

Life (or God decides to make it) takes you by surprise. Like a hook in a boxing match. Like the kidnapping of the victims in the Saw franchise. Like the rapture, probably. (NOT NOW PLEASE LORD. NOT UNTIL NEXT WEEK AT LEAST. Or after I get married but before having babies. That's the goldilocks zone. And I just used an astronomic term by the way, how cool is that! :D)

That moment in life where you just wonder, "what just happened?"

Obviously I'm in it now. And I'm running out of expressions, honestly. I'm just kind of dazed.

I just got off the phone with ko Hendra. We talked for over two hours I think, and yet still after getting all excited gossiping for that long, now I'm left in a daze again.

I should probably daze to sleep. Good night! :D

Whoa.

It's funny how I talked about my 2015 life being a roller coaster yesterday.

Well it just took a sudden 720 turn.

Amazing how I'm not collapsed due to a heart attack yet.

twentee fifteen so far.

It's been one month into 2015 and the year has presented itself very interesting. If there is one thing it is not, it's boring.

Analyzation:
Every January of the first 21 years of my life would most probably be spent in the nursery and in school, which I practically have no memory about.
Last January was spent working. Blah.

So this January was my first January as a self employed being, which grants life to express itself in its full swing. And it has. And I know all the credit goes to God.

People come and go like.. *thinking for an expression* ..as if my life is a public toilet. They are just stepping in and out. A bunch of people rushed in, and another bunch left. Not saying that you use public toilets in a group, but you get me.

Work comes in like.. *thinking again* ..poo. Sometimes it comes in small drips, yet at other times it was a diarrhoea of things to do.

Church started with a bang. I actually missed FA after like one month without it, which is a good feeling to have. I think we're supposed to feel that way about cellgroups. How rad is that! And our youth ministry just relaunched (read: rebranded) itself. EXCITING RIGHT.

I'm basically on a roller coaster. You never know when the next turn will be, or how steep the drop will be, or when you'll get flung upwards. And this is the kind of life I love! A lot of new revelations with God, which I should probably share right. Stay motivated, Kim.

It's okay. 2015 is awesomeness. Jesus owns it, how can it be otherwise? :)
Nights!

Life thinks it's humorous.

Q broke my heart last year. R was a loyal listening ear.
R broke my heart this year. Q cheered me up!

(Well maybe heartbreak is an excessive term to use, it's not like we got together or anything. I'm sure a lot of broken couples had it worse. But it's that period where you are just sad that things didn't work out. Just feeling.. down.)

Life works in funny ways. Or perhaps the credit goes to God. It's funny how the guy who could inflict so much sadness last year would cause so much happiness today. I can almost see the humor in it. It's  funny when you think about it.

And please. I don't get my heart broken so easily. Out of 4 years of blogging rarely do I ever write about the topic!

These are the only two guys whom I've given serious thought about since I broke up with le ex 6 years ago. The only two men whom I had consciously allowed the possibility to hurt me.

But yeah. I Thank God for today. I had a lot of laughs and he cheered me up a lot. Maybe without even noticing it.

Today reminded me why I fell for him last year.
Reminded me how we used to click so much.
Reminded me that I got over him eventually.

Which tells me that this too shall pass. God is still great and He still loves me.

Any regrets? None! 

All is so good!

When it breaks.

I'm gonna try to define what heartbreak is like for you.

It's that moment when you decide that you trust someone enough to give a piece of your heart to.

It's when you open the gates a bit, lower the bridge for a while, let the guards down for a little, so that they can squeeze in and find themselves in that space you've created for them. If they behave well, you might just give them a stool to sit on. Or maybe a comfy couch. With some wi-fi near by. It depends.

It's when you decide that you're gonna be vulnerable enough, granting them a certain permission to affect you, lending them a pen to write on your book, trusting them with a piece of yourself.

Heartbreak.
Is when that piece breaks.

Sure, there are a few who would intentionally do it.

But there are also some well meaning humans who would just unintentionally mistreat your piece, simply because they're humans.

It might be too rough for their comfort. 

It might be too high maintenance for their liking. 

It might be too frail. 

Or, it might simply slip off their hands and shatters.

I guess we can't escape it.

The ideal situation is after we give our hearts to Jesus, they are kept in a high security glass box. No interaction. No one inside. No access. Safe.

But apparently God puts us here, with 6 billion others, where friction is unavoidable, and a few fractures here and there are simply expected.

The only difference is that He's got us covered in the case the unfortunate happens. It's like an ultimate insurance.

If your heart is broken, you’ll find GOD right there; if you’re kicked in the gut, he’ll help you catch your breath. - Psalm 34:18 MSG

So in the unlikely event where your heart breaks, He gives you the ultimate remedy:

Himself.

He whose commands calmed the storms. 

He who walks on raging waters. 

He whose touch cleansed the lepers. 

He whose smile draws kids nearby. 

He whose words brought the dead back to life.

He whose love for you nailed Him to the cross.

If your heart is broken, you'll find THIS kind of God, waiting there.

And truthfully, who else would you rather find? Your heart is in good hands now :)

Mine is too.

So good night peeps. Good night!

Ramdon.

Do you ever feel tired after crying?

It's weird right. It's theoretically just a few drops of body fluid falling of your eyeballs. Yet, it seems to drain all your energy. Your heart beats faster, your breath becomes shorter, your facial muscles shrinks and swells up afterwards, it's like exercise! 

Well, the thought just suddenly popped in my head. I should google this afterwards. We continue learning after school right.

***

I came to realize that sunlight does good stuff to your mind. What seemed to be so severe the night before doesn't seem to be a big deal at all in the morning. Which goes to show that I really need to sleep now. Get the night over and done with and just be in the light sooner.

Am I having a frikkin PMS?

Good night.

New blog!!

Helllllo Readers!

It's been over lifetimes since I've last written here. That's what working does to you I guess. It used to take me hours to write a substantial post, and I don't have that kind of time while working.

So I'm kinda here to kinda announce that I kinda have a new blog! Lol

It's here at brimlyke.tumblr.com so go ahead and check it out! :D

Looks something like this :D

Blogger will still be up. Stuffs here will be a lot more personal.

Tumblr will be more focused on my illustrations. Each post will be accompanied by an illustration, whether it's related to what's written or not :D

Why Tumblr? Simply cos the layout is better. Blogger's design sucks #sorrynotsorry.

***

I'm currently taking a 3 weeks break in Surabaya.

Seeing my 2 little siblings brings me more joy than anything else. They grow up too fast. I grow up too fast.

I've been soaking myself in all the chillies I can find.

See this goodness? SEE IT? 

Life is good and slow here. There's Bryan and his oblivion towards the universe, Aiko and all her drama, my mom with all her grown up drama, and dad with his constant unsatisfied nagging.

But this is home as I know it. And I'm in it :)

Towards becoming sharper.

So. I've been working for over 8 months now.

I was hired as a designer, and so I designed.

And well, lately, a hiccup seems to be surfacing.


In the beginning, it was all a few simple careless mistakes.

1. Typo Error

Re-reading a whole menu or poster or whatever seemed tedious, and I chose to trust that I had typed whatever I needed to type correctly. I type all the time. I shouldn't make a typo mistake, agreed? (Wise men would shake their heads) And in the occasion where I just needed to copy-paste what my superior wrote, then it would be her fault and not mine. I am not to blame.

Then I learned that it doesn't work that way. It was selfish and as an employee, I should take interest in my employer's well being. A typo error will reflect towards the whole company, and I am part of that company. And I make more mistakes than her anyway so eventually I'll get blamed for something else if not the typo. My superior is an almost spotless employee.

And so I learned to take the time to proof-read. Read and reread and reread. And it seems that typo errors are getting lesser so that's good.


2. Details

Now. EDms, posters, flyers, FB posts, menus, and whatever collaterals has different needs. Who reads it, where it will be placed, and other considerations plays a part in what details need to be included. For example, if a poster is placed in the outlet itself, no address is required while the website, email, FB, and a few other details are still needed. If it's an FB post, then the FB link is not needed, whereas the other details are still necessary.

This takes common sense and a little getting used to. I've wrote it down in my notebook, but sometimes work just floods in and mistakes are still made. But with experience, I think I'm getting the hang of this too.

Well actually, I just mentioned the core of the problem right there.


3. Common Sense

I don't know if common sense and experience are related, but if they are, then I am not learning fast enough. If they are not then God be gracious, I need some brains.

I don't often question why things are the way they are, and just do what I'm told to do. And lately that has been causing problems. Things that could get done in one go in the end took two or three goes just because it 'slipped my mind' in the first go. It's just not efficient, and it's showing a slow improvement.

It's not a matter of checking and rechecking. It just didn't occur to me that I need to check that particular stuff. Or about ticking a to-do list. It wasn't in the to-do list in the first place. I thought I've done it all when in fact I haven't. I can't do what I don't think needs to be done.

A way simplified example to the kind of carelessness I perform:

I'm doing a 2 part math test. Question reads:

i. ( 2 + 3 ) x 5= (a)____.

[the second part of the test is in the other side of the paper.]
ii. (a) : 5 + 6 = (b)____.

I fill in (a) with a "25" and (b) with a "11".

Now, the teacher realizes that she had made changes on the master copy and forgot to reflect it on the student's copy, and so in the middle of the test, she announces to the students that they need to change the number "2" in the first question to the number "4". And so the question becomes:

i. ( 4 + 3 ) x 5= (a)____.

[the second part of the test still in the other side.]
ii. (a) : 5 + 6 = (b)____.

So I made my changes, and therefore change (a) to 35. But because question (ii) was on the other side of the paper, I don't see it and I simply forget that question (ii) exists and therefore do not make any changes to answer (b). It just slipped my mind.

Now, forgetting that (ii) existed, I thought I've finished my test perfectly, when in fact I didn't at all. And no matter how many times I've checked my answers, it was still correct in my perception because I was only checking question (i), completely neglecting question (ii) which was invisible in the other side.

You might be thinking, "but that's such a simple mistake it's stupid!".
Well, come give me a high-5. We share the same thought. The difference is that I think that of myself.

There are other cases but they are all basically of the same cause. It's almost like my brain is not sharp enough. I've taken notes and stuck post-its on my imac and whatever, but I still hear my superior saying, "I've told you before...."

I'm just disappointed in myself.

***

Now, this is the perfect time for me to practice looking to The Lord instead of myself. Being God-conscious instead of self-occupied.

Thank God I've lost all hope in myself a long time ago, so it's fairly easy for me to accept the idea of "not striving" and letting God. It's not that I'm trying to escape from what seems to be my responsibility to be better. It's just that I've learnt that my effort can only take me so far, and after 23 years of living, I often disappoint myself, while God doesn't.

I want to be better, and my way of achieving that is "‘Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit,’ saith the Lord of hosts." (Zechariah 4:6)

The Bible's solutions are often illogical.

When I confided in Ci Joan, her answer was, "bless your brain!" and yes, I'm at that point in my Christian walk where I can accept that fully as the best solution.

1 Corinthians 2:16 states that "we have the mind of Christ," and I believe it. So, I'll keep on proclaiming that promise until I see results. I believe Christ's mind is as sharp as Cyclop's laser, and as fast as Sonic the Hedgehog (is this an insult?). Well, even a fraction of that will help me now.

This will be a journey for me, and I'm inviting you readers into it. I'll post updates on my journey to becoming.. smarter. Hope tomorrow will be a better day in the office.

Good night! My pillows are being very seductive and they need them cuddles.

Bye!

For all you kind people.

MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING VERY SOON!

MAY 9!! Remember the date!!

And JUST IN CASE any of you wants to get me a little sumthin sumthin *smiles*, here's a little guide so your money wouldn't be wasted in vain!

Am I being shameless now?  Well, a girl can dream.

1. Anything about the universe, I'd like. 
Books, documentaries, magazines.. Love!
For days, I've spent my time watching documentaries and really, the universe God's created is pretty darn amazing.

2. Any book by Max Lucado.
He's awesome. The way he strings sentences is pure anointing.

3. Any illustration book. 
But there's a possibility that I might have it already. That's a bit risky.

4. Any book, basically. 
I'd be happy to read a secondhand sci-fi novel (with some sort of romance inside, please) or Albert Einstein's bio.

5. A movie appointment.
I'd love to celebrate my birthday watching movies with you. Well not on the actual day, but a movie date dedicated to celebrating my birthday would be super fine. And a dinner or desserts and a little chit chat afterwards.

6. If apple has any promos, I'd like that.
Planning on a new laptop or imac.

7. An off day for the day and the day before. 
Well I know this one can only be granted by my boss. But no harm wishing.

8. Note to self: wouldn't it be awesome to spend the night in a hotel? Me myself and I and a hot tub? Shall start saving.

9. A letter would be heart-warming :)
I love reading letters and it's so rare to receive any these days. Compared to flowers that withers away and dies thus becoming rubbish in my room, letters I will keep forever.

10. A picnic on top of a building!
That would be fun.

11. Any study book by Timothy Keller.

12. Being in Surabaya, somehow.
This is near impossible but still.

13. Do keep clear of (again,) flowers, and dolls.
Flowers will end in the dustbin after about 2 weeks or so, and dolls will end up being owned by someone else.

14. Prayers!
I might not know that you've taken your time to pray for me, but Daddy hears it and I truly believe your prayers makes changes in my life. So I'm always thankful for that!


So my shamelessness ends here. Good night good people!

Have a good Monday tomorrow!

Announcements, kinda.

Hello everyone!

I've studied design for 4 years, and have been working for over 6 months now, and I have come to the realization that drawing is still my first love.

So I've decided to be a bit more serious with this, and so, have created a soon-to-be website!

At the moment, you can check it out here at cargocollective.com/kmbrlyo :)

I've bought my domain, hoping I'll use it soon.

I've also created a tumblr page to kinda post what goes in my head behind creating each piece, which you can check out and follow here: kmbrlyo.tumblr.com
I know I can do that in this blog too. But tumblr has cooler layouts. So.

A separate instagram account for illustration stuff at @kmbrlyo

And an inactive-so-far facebook page under the name of Kmbrly O.


This is a little dream I have. Do drop by and interact and show some love! Your support would mean a whole lot to me :)

And before everything, thank you. *an elegant bow down*


Phew!
Now that that's out there, HAPPY GOOD FRIDAY EVERYONE!!

I'm having a great time lazing off at home, and very ready to embark on a good long weekend ahead!

Enjoy your weekends!

EPIC.

A quick update on an emotional roller coaster of a day.

Story 1.

So me and Ghon were scheduled to lead worship at 180 Teens, which is basically the teens ministry of our church.

The song sequence was:
1. Savior King (Me)
2. One Day (Ghon)
3. Salvation is Here (Me)
4. You (Me)
5. This is Our God (Ghon)

So song number 1 and 2 rolled without any problem. Ghon ended One Day nicely.

Then, it was my turn to start leading Salvation is Here.

So the musician played the intro and it was all good.

The verse was coming in 3.. 2.. 1..

..And I sang the verse of One Day.

Instead of Salvation is Here.

All the singers and musician and the rest of humanity was pretty surprised I guess. Moreover, I sang it super confidently and it took a few seconds for me to realize I was singing the wrong song. I was wondering why I wasn't hearing a smooth melody of words.

So anyway. I apologized frantically while a few of them were laughing, and we started over.

End of Story 1.


Story 2.

After the service, I Whatsapped one of my leaders telling what just happened (story 1).

Then, I felt the urge to go to the toilet. So while Whatsapping, I made my way to the nearest toilet.

According to my subconscious memory, the female toilet on that particular mall was on the left. So I turned left.

Then I realized the alignment of the washbasin was a tad different.

So I looked up, off my iPhone screen..

..And saw half a dozen of men looking back at me.

*dramatic silence*

I apologized frantically again and fled the scene. What else can I do.

End of Story 2.


Conclusion.

Well there are no moral values to these stories. I just wanted myself to remember it. Such an epic day.

So, I'm gonna sleep now. See you all soon!

Babay!

Labels!

Was just arranging my posts. Turns out Blogger has this thing called "Label", which was somehow workable into creating this post-categorizing thing.

Which kinda helps I guess.. It separates my posts for my readers. My faithful (plus minus sign) 30 readers who somehow kept reading the posts I did not share. Thank you so much!

I haven't been writing a lot since I started working. But the passion is coming back, so I do hope I'll be writing more. There's a lot of stuff in my head.

It seems that my life is starting to stir up.

I got my first freelance job as an Illustrator just out of nowhere (thanks Vina!) and I really enjoyed it!

Working on my website, which sadly still has no content in it since I haven't been drawing much for 4 years.

Planning to join this award thing with my friends. Hope that works out.

That door seems to be creaking open just a bit.

And no romance whatsoever.

Now, I really really want a caucasian partner. If I do not manage to get one, I think I'll be wondering for the rest of my life how dating a caucasian would be like. So Daddy please PLEASE, make my other half a caucasian. Either that or Jeremy Lin (yes still in deep love with him).

So good night good people! See you!

Update si ganteng (2)

Setelah mencoba di stalk (nemu fb, instagram n twitter e lho! Pro), nampaknya doi bukan tipeku. Walau physically almost perfect, kayaknya personality wise, ak lebih gahar. Trs twitternya mention2an sama cewe2 buanyak banget. Trs buat ukuran cowo, foto diri sendirinya d instagram agak melebihi batas normal.

I know melalui gini tok ga bisa fully judge him. Tp tak bisa dipungkiri, level ke ngefans an udah menurun.