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Okey, so there is another reason why am I called the Picnic Girl: I am not a city girl type. I got bored easily in the city; especially when I can't indulge my need of fresh air (not air conditioned), blue sky (not the fake blue sky inside a mall), green grass, fresh handpicked flowers, and the sound of the nature instead of soft music played in the iPod (which is also a great relief of city-boredom, actually).
Last two weeks, I spend several days in the capital city. Living in my uncle's penthouse with a great view in the heart of the city, I'm indulged in every way except for the crisp peppermint breeze, the sunset, and the natural non-purified air. But after all, who would need all those nature-nonsense if you have a fabulous place to live that everyone would envy, house-elves-like maids, a loyal driver who takes you anywhere you want, and a hundred more privilege? Sadly, I did. Although there are happy times of family dining, flower market shopping, and quality times I spend with my beloved uncle; there are times where I was all alone and bored, far from my friends back home, and my friends here are busy working. There are also stressful times when I spend more time on the road in a traffic jam than the time I spend on my destination. So, this city-boredom and stress are great excuses for my ancient wild womanly relief: shopping!
I got bored therefore I shop. I shop therefore I am happy. That is why shopping is also well known as plastic-relief. I suppose to feel exceptionally relieved by spending and splurging. So I bought two pairs of new shoes, a bag, a cape, several books, lots of shirts, skirts, mini dresses, vintage tortoise-shell glasses, treat myself on fancy dining, spa, souvenirs, and many more. After six days, a large pile of plastics, and way too many card swipes, I crave for more and more plastic. If it's not relieving, it's addictive.
So I stop, and I went home. I surely miss the quality time I spend with my beloved uncle, yet, nothing feels like home to me. Maybe I am just not a blackbird-flies-high-type as he is, I'm still a young girl on her adventure of searching for the blue bird to bring her sweet little happiness and warmth. Maybe, I'm just not so ready for big city splurging; thus, I am this sentimental Picnic Girl who's not ready to pay happiness in cash. I'd prefer them free and priceless. Oh, there I go again..
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(Pink Skirt and Blue Shirt- Popperca; Pink and Stripped Shirt-C.swarovski; Belt-Vintage)
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(Kebaya-The Executive)
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Photographed by Dito Yuwono
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Photographed by Dito Yuwono






































