June (Mini) Beauty Haul

Today's post is gonna be a June (Mini) Beauty Haul. Kenapa mini? Soalnya, nggak besar. Hahaha. Jayus ya. Ya soalnya belinya cuma sedikit, padahal cukup menipiskan kantong. Huhu. Kadang suka bingung, makeup essential somehow is too expensive, tapi kenapa masih beli aja. Namanya juga ciwik-ciwik ya, suka beli barang-barang yang nggak butuh tapi 'lucuuuuu'. That 'lucu' is the beginning of everything.

How I Clean My Nail Polish (Weekly Routine)

Hi, temen-temen! It's Friday; and it's time to upload a blogpost! Today's topic is how I clean my nail polish. It's a weekly routine, though. Aku biasanya selalu menggunakan warna kutek yang sama dalam satu minggu. Jadi, biasanya aku mengganti warna kutek satu kali per satu minggu.

Skincare First, Makeup Later

As the title says, yes, skincare comes first, makeup comes later. Start from here, you'll be reading any beauty posts in Bahasa. You can translate it right away to your mother tongue using translate button on the right sidebar, in case you're not Indonesian.

A Transformation

Hi, you! I think it's quite a long time I'm no longer posting anything in castleindeair. If you're a detailed person, you should know that it's been two years I'm in time off. I believe that it's such a waste if I do not generate anything in such a long pause. So, I want to come out with new ideas through this post. Hint : oversaturated.

Typical Girl

Do you have a diary, like literally a daily dairy? Yes, I do.

Did you ever write anything on it? Sometimes.

What do you write? Anything. Every thoughts. Every feelings, even love.

Did you ever re-read your diary? Almost every time. Then, I feel dumb for writing those words.

Why do you feel dumb? It's a long answer, though. Do you really have time to hear the story?

10/12 - He smiles at me.

17/12 - The very first introduction of ours.

18/12 - He follows my twitter.

19/12 - I follow him back on twitter.

19/12 - He mentions me.

20/12 - He asks for my blackberry pin.

21/12 - We start texting each other.

30/12 - We almost stop texting.

Don't you feel dumb after writing that? You spare the precious little time of yours to just write that. People may think that 'he' is the love of your life. People may think that you are undoubtedly love that guy. Now, I will give you the situation, so that you'll be informed of every inch for what purpose I get the impression like I am the most thickheaded person in this earth. That guy is not mine. I mean not freely-soon-to-be mine. He is in the rumor with someone else, and that someone else is my friend. Confusion in mind, heart, too. Should I give up, or not?

I hear this saying a lot: "It's funny how I'm good at giving advice to others, when it comes to helping myself, I don't know what to do." People out there see me as a happy person. I indicate that as someone who never get sad in every condition she has. And you must recently hear this: "The same girl who laughs and talks a lot, and seems very happy is also the girl who may cry herself to sleep." There are some people who ask me for advices about their puppy love story. There are some people who cry over their love, and ask me how not to give up on them. There are some people who lose their hope, and ask me how to survive. There are some people who live in a typical drama, and ask me how to be the main character, and soon have their happy ending. And just like that, there are some people who think that I am just perfect, wise, and talented to solve their problems; and never see me as a girl who is as weak as them.

That typical girl.

A Poem (only for you)

This is a love-letter (poem) from someone special to someone more-special

I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you

I love you, not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me

I love you, for the part of me that you bring out

I love you, for putting your hand into my heaped-up heart, and passing over all the foolish weak things that you can not help dimly seeing there; And for drawing out into the light all the beautiful belongings that no one else had looked quite far enough to find

I love you, because you are helping me to make of the lumber of my life, not a tavern, but a temple; Out of the works of me everyday, not a reproach, but a song

I love you, because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me good; And more than any fate could have done to make me happy

You have done it, without a touch, without a word, without a sign

You have done it by being yourself

thanks.