last Friday night, my boarding room was such a disaster. catastrophic. Well, actually it’s not the worst condition ever happened but still tiresome to clean it all up. Thankfully, I finished it before reaching midnight so I can sleep well with the star-bed-lamp on and the fragrance of hanging jasmine filling the entire room. Good night, buddy!

“I love to sleep in dimmed light and some sweet fragrance.” me

(Bayu Dewey: reality bedtime stories, October 2011)


Just a couple of childhood photos. Found it in a dusty old album then scanned it. This photos was taken when I was still living at Borneo.

“why did the third winner got a cake, and I just got a plastic statue (trophy)? I want cake.” | “you want to trade the trophy with the cake?” | “yes! This plastic can’t be eaten.” | The past conversation between me and the third winner’s mom. :D -my mom told me-

remembering some old days… lovely chat with mom.