When we talk about BRANDING, why do only English words count?
Even local brands don't even use Indonesian for branding.
September 7, 2008
September 5, 2008
Chasing after imaginary Bakpao
Location: Mall of Indonesia - Kelapa Gading, Jakarta.
Was here for the blessing ceremony of CENTRO Dept. Store. It will be open for public tomorrow. The store itself is unbelievably huge. The shoes and bags floor is simply to die for. I wanna live there.
The mall complex is even bigger. It was like a mini town all on its own. We circled around - in heels! Secret motivation: yummy bakpao (too bad it was closed!). But we really enjoyed the walk, the cool evening fresh air kinda made up for it all.
Gotta go, Baby M is suddenly awake. And it's almost 1 am. Looks like it's going to be a long night.
A Gadgetful Birthday
Too excited beyond words with my birthday presents.
Got a super tiny and super cool ASUS from hubby. Now I can go online almost anywhere, which is simply fabulous! Plus it's so tiny I can take it anywhere.. Duh, that's the whole point of a tiny laptop! The keyboard needs a little getting used to, though. As if my fingers are just too big.
The Nokia E71 is a gift from myself. Celebrating me, so to speak.
September 4, 2008
So what else is new?
I'm bored. I just got into the office, and I'm bored.
What a way to start off the day.
But there are timelines to be made, papers to be signed, and an event to look forward to.
Just 2 more hours till lunch.
What a way to start off the day.
But there are timelines to be made, papers to be signed, and an event to look forward to.
Just 2 more hours till lunch.
September 3, 2008
An event last year.
I almost can't believe just how fast time flies. It's been more than a year since we had the 7th month Ceremony for the safety of our firstborn. Kinda like a baby shower, traditional Javanese style, and the presents didn't come till later.
This was the first time ever, and was pretty interesting too, even though I was surrounded by flies around that floral headpiece I was wearing. Belly was fat as ever, and I could barely stand the heat. Hubby reluctantly wore the traditional dress.
But all and all, it was a good day. And we had a good time.
Next celebration to look forward to: Baby M's first birthday party.
September 2, 2008
Just a feeling.
I hate this feeling.
The feeling of inadequacy, insufficiency, incapability. I feel disgruntled and frustrated because of it.
I feel as though I'm not enough, constantly comparing myself to an image wandering around in my mind.
I hope that this is just a feeling that will go away soon. And tomorrow, I'll be back to my confident self.
The feeling of inadequacy, insufficiency, incapability. I feel disgruntled and frustrated because of it.
I feel as though I'm not enough, constantly comparing myself to an image wandering around in my mind.
I hope that this is just a feeling that will go away soon. And tomorrow, I'll be back to my confident self.
Mommy Reality.
I had the chance to spend the weekend with Baby M. Just the two of us. We were nannyless for the week because she had to head home to visit her mother. So, we went to the mall for some shopping fun.
Baby M was good the whole morning. She didn't make a fuss when I fed her breakfast, or when I fed her her daily vitamins. She didn't even make a fuss all the way to lunch. She even gave me the chance to catch up with a girlfriend over lunch. Hubby didn't join us until later. He wasn't feeling well.
We were chatting away over sushi and unbelievably oily pasta at Urban Kitchen, until Baby M started making her "poopy" face. It was time.
I fled to the changing room with Milla who volunteered to come (note: I seriously didn't make her go). Baby M had done some serious business. It was like opening a can of worms. It was literally everywhere, ready to take on the world. And Baby M just wouldn't lay still the entire time.
So there we were, with baby crap all around us. And a baby who just wouldn't cooperate.
I ended up washing her on the sink, wasting away baby wipes as if they grow on trees, and laughing with my girlfriend all the way. Baby M looked content, tho.
It was an experience that made me realize that I'm seriously not made for this mommyhood thing. But I'll get there. One crappy nappy at a time.
Baby M was good the whole morning. She didn't make a fuss when I fed her breakfast, or when I fed her her daily vitamins. She didn't even make a fuss all the way to lunch. She even gave me the chance to catch up with a girlfriend over lunch. Hubby didn't join us until later. He wasn't feeling well.
We were chatting away over sushi and unbelievably oily pasta at Urban Kitchen, until Baby M started making her "poopy" face. It was time.
I fled to the changing room with Milla who volunteered to come (note: I seriously didn't make her go). Baby M had done some serious business. It was like opening a can of worms. It was literally everywhere, ready to take on the world. And Baby M just wouldn't lay still the entire time.
So there we were, with baby crap all around us. And a baby who just wouldn't cooperate.
I ended up washing her on the sink, wasting away baby wipes as if they grow on trees, and laughing with my girlfriend all the way. Baby M looked content, tho.
It was an experience that made me realize that I'm seriously not made for this mommyhood thing. But I'll get there. One crappy nappy at a time.
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