thatgirlpatty:

Thought of and missed @syarsalia a lot today, then I arrive home to a belated hand-made birthday card from her and the sweetest message inside that nearly made me cry. Perfect. (Loooove you & appreciate you so much ❤️)

A. I love Patty and the world is lucky to have her. 

B. I have made and sent about 15 of these this year, in kind of blind faith that they’ll arrive at their destinations, but I don’t often hear about them so maybe I’ve just been buying stamps for nothing. Makes me happy to know that this one - one of my faves from the start for one of my faves from the start - landed, eventually. 

Karen’s blog was one of the first ones I ever followed properly in the very first days when I started blogging. There was this little group of us who’d comment on each other’s posts, developing inside jokes and appearing in little URL’d cameos across Blogger. Karen even got married to someone in that circle (they sent me their beautiful invitation in the mail), and now they’re expecting a baby!

That little group followed me when I moved to Wordpress, and we kept up with each other on Facebook and Twitter as we left our old blogging and commenting days behind. Karen’s the only one now that still blogs (in the “old” way) regularly, and less often than I’d like I pop in to check up on what’s happening.

She’s been through so much, but throughout she’s maintained her sense of humour, her humility, her generosity, and her kindness. I don’t know quite how to express this, but it’s an honour to be known by her, to have had someone like her keep an eye on me as I grew up on these wild Internets. She knew me when I was 17, just a wee baby blogger using way too much coloured text. I’m glad I haven’t disappointed her since. 

I unabashedly love my own birthday. I’m a child! I love attention and being loved and cake and presents! I haven’t really celebrated my birthday in the past two years — 2012: working, fasting, breaking fast at KFC with Elza (lil lady sitting on the far left of the last picture); 2013: riding shotgun in a lorry with my little sisters outside Jakarta — and before that I spent it in Melbourne for four years, sometimes with friends but always far away from my best friends from home. This year, I’ll be working on the day itself, and I still feel a wobbly shame at how upset I am about that, about losing that day, even though I will be working on something important, something that’s been a long time coming, working with wonderful people on that day. 

Anyway, I decided to have a birthday dinner on Wednesday night, earlier than planned, so I could celebrate in a symbolic way my turning one year older. I wanted Mexican food and so I picked the one that seemed best and the most convenient based on online reviews (KL has like 12 Mexican places, so it wasn’t very hard to choose) and we went there, none of us having ever been. They didn’t have horchata, but the food and the ambience and the staff were all great. Elia (mini sombrero on the right) got me a balloon throne — “The balloons are in colours from Up! ‘cause you’re an old man.” — the staff brought out the guitar and put a giant birthday sombrero on me. At the end of the night I had Nadia’s earrings and Dhi's lipstick on, my bag two books and a box of chocolates heavier. I ate both the first and last slices of my own birthday cake, and when I took a breath before I blew out my candles, I found I didn't really have much to wish for. 

25’s been a good year for me, full of lessons and highs and personal reflection and (hopefully) growth. Friends have made comments recently that have hinted to me that my confidence is showing on my face as well as my actions. And that’s marvellous, really heartening to know. But always, always, I come back to being grateful above all (else I’ll float away on a cloud of inflated self-regard). I’ve spent a solid 14 years with a lot of the people in the photo above, our friendships expanding and solidifying through time. I had three hours with them last night and it felt barely enough. But I have them, grounding me and buoying me both. I have had them, and I will continue to have them, and that’s my best gift, sorry to open the can of creamed sentimentality over here. 

I’m really looking forward to 26. I’m so young yet, and so excited! I’m just discovering that some hats might actually look good on me! It’s gonna be a good year! 

afraidofwords:

Do I fill the spaces in between your fingers, or am I only here to distract you from emptiness?

ISSUE #19: Exit marks the end of this DIY platform that has given us a space not only to share our works, but to grow from our works, with our works.

Axis is a poem. It is also a dialogue between two characters. Personalities sculpted from memories, anxieties, and desires. Birthed, slowly, out of the conflict between coveting closeness for yourself and the dread of your other’s disappearance, this piece rotates around the language of human bodies and the language of spaces places.

It begins with a spoken word track, introducing the characters’ voices before they’re swallowed up whole by the looping movements of drawings, running up against static lines of text. All elements try to fit into each other, sharing an uncharted middle-point, telling a story through moments and impressions. 

do you fill the spaces in between my fingers, or are you crushing my hands?

how do i leave
without secretly wanting to stay?

Click through for the full piece!

When Dhi finished with this piece around midnight, she asked me to have a look and I was champing at the bit to. One of the first things I messaged her was: “The gifs, Dhi. THE GIFS. The hand one killed me.” She’s been working so hard on this piece, and all that effort’s come through in this thing of such beauty and intimacy, it made my chest tight reading and listening to it, I told her. It still does. 

lethifolds:

lethifolds:

If you’ve been following me on instagram or twitter, you’ve probably seen my adventure in jewellery making for the market stall I started up this weekend. as promised I’ve gotten my shit together and started an ~~etsy store~~ with worldwide shipping wooo

updating this post with a new discount code YESNOPE pls take advantage of this until the 7th of june to get 10% off $10 or more <3

mysterysmudgesextra:

Hunger (writing exercise #1), a collaborative “conversation poem” by Dhiyanah Hassan, Syar S. Alia & Syazwina Saw

I made a thing with my friends today after a hearty meal and so much good conversation. It’s practice for a larger piece of work I’m so excited for, that we’re planning for the October edition of ISSUE Magazine!

PS: The second writing exercise we did can be read here.

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unicornology:

everythingweknowmag:

We’re playing it cool but also HELLO, WE’RE SO EXCITED TO BE ON THE INTERNETS.

You guys! Exciting news! I’ve been working on a magazine about stumbling through your twenties and figuring it all out. I’m stupidly excited about it and feel really very lucky that some of the best people in the world are helping me make the very first issue. 
To keep up with the madness, goodness and in-between-y-ness, we have a Facebook page, Twitter and of course, a Tumblr. 

Nathania is amazing, this project is really exciting (IMO) and also I&#8217;m a tiny part of it! Really looking forward to it existing in its full, whole form in the world!

unicornology:

everythingweknowmag:

We’re playing it cool but also HELLO, WE’RE SO EXCITED TO BE ON THE INTERNETS.

You guys! Exciting news! I’ve been working on a magazine about stumbling through your twenties and figuring it all out. I’m stupidly excited about it and feel really very lucky that some of the best people in the world are helping me make the very first issue. 

To keep up with the madness, goodness and in-between-y-ness, we have a Facebook page, Twitter and of course, a Tumblr

Nathania is amazing, this project is really exciting (IMO) and also I’m a tiny part of it! Really looking forward to it existing in its full, whole form in the world!

Lady Heroes

Tonight I asked myself the question, “Who are your male role models?” just to see what my answer was. I said my dad (he is the best person) and then I stopped, and in the long pause that followed I quickly realized that pretty much all the influential, inspirational people I’ve encountered in my life and that have impacted me, my philosophies and my identity, are all women. And I wanted to list them all because it’s 4am and I want to.

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