Going to the doctor is never fun. Especially the eye doctor. Especially when you know that something is wrong with your eye.

I’ve been having a stye on my right eye since the beginning of this year. It hasn’t bothered me much, and it isn’t that visible, so I thought nothing of it. But weeks went by, and weeks turned to months, and the stye stays. My family and I start getting worried. So after a few weeks of delay, I finally decide to go to the eye doctor.

They’re probably just going to give me medicine and tell me to compress it with warm water.

I hope.


The word surgery causes my stomach to churn. My hands turn cold. It turns out I have to get a minor surgery to remove the stye.

I try taking a few deep breaths to calm myself.

The doctor assures me that the surgery is quick and somewhat painless. Honestly, it does not feel reassuring.

This is where I am extremely thankful that I didn’t know beforehand that I will be getting surgery. If I did, I’m sure I would have worried about it for days, and I probably would have been way too chicken to go.


My hands shake as I sign papers. My heart is going at a hundred miles an hour, and I suddenly feel a bit nauseous.

A million thoughts are running through my mind. I hurry to text my friends, cancelling plans for the next few days.

My mom reminds me to pray. I honestly want to break down into tears right then, but miraculously I don’t.

Lord, I know that this is happening for a reason. Please help me to not be afraid but know that You will be with me the whole time.

Now all that’s left is to wait for my name to be called.


 Here is the least graphic picture taken of my surgery going on:img_20170309_231118_693.jpg

First they give me a shot on my eyelid to numb my eye area. Then, they begin clearing away the stye.

The shot is painful, but it only lasts about 10 seconds, so I can still handle it.

The rest of the surgery… well, let’s just say I cry about 15 times.

I am so grateful for my mom who holds my hand throughout the whole surgery (and I’m sorry if I squeezed it a bit too hard).

After what seems like hours of torture (although it was probably only 5 minutes), they tape my eye and I’m finally free to go.

Now that is something I hope I never have to do again.


I am thankful for my parents, sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends for showing such care and concern over me during this time.

But most of all, I thank God for giving me strength-I couldn’t have survived without Him.

I realize that sometimes a good scare is needed for us to fully appreciate the things we usually take for granted. So let’s be grateful for the little things. If we still have eyes to see, ears to hear, and a tongue to speak, it is only by His grace.

Until next time.






Today I am going on a field trip with my homeschool group to a flower park on the mountains called Taman Bunga Nusantara.

It’s pretty far from where we live, so we first meet up early in the morning to carpool.




The car ride is much longer than I expected it to be, but listening to music (and sleeping) helps the time go by faster.


We finally arrive at Taman Bunga Nusantara. It’s a nice day: not too sunny, not too cold. Plus, since we are visiting on a weekday and during working/school hours, the place is free from crowds. Homeschooling benefits!

Here are some pictures I took (please excuse my poor photography skills):




Of course, I can’t go to the mountains without buying my favorite snack.

We keep expecting it to rain but it doesn’t-until we get in the car, that is. Thank God! What perfect timing!

A while later it actually starts flooding in some places.


We stop at Cimory Riverside, a restaurant & store that specializes in milk products, and have an early dinner.

It turns out Cimory Riverside is literally by the river! Apparently everybody but me already knew, though.


After dinner we look around at the store a bit. Well, that was kind of a bad idea because…

So. Many. Matcha. Products.

It took great self control to not buy anything. Oh, and also:


I know I need to hurry out of the store before I want to buy everything matcha and everything fluffy and cute.






After many more hours of sitting in traffic and getting leg cramps, we at last return home.

There’s nothing like taking a hot shower, relaxing on the couch, and looking back at the freshly made memories (and tan lines sunburns) after a long day.

Until next time.



Today is Yeye’s (my grandpa) birthday.

Unfortunately, my sisters and I did not have time to buy him a present this year. Thankfully we can combine our skills to make a homemade gift. After all, the best gifts are the ones that come from the heart, right?

Dongsaeng is the artistic one of the family, so she is automatically tasked to do the card designing. Ask me to do the card designing and- no, let’s just not talk about my lack of artistic skills, okay?


Maknae gets assigned to cake buying (notice is says buying, not making. Lack of oven problems), and I write the card.

Isn’t great how we three have different skills that can be combined for times like this?


We are all dressed up and ready for the birthday dinner. Being the girly girls we are (mostly me, I admit), we have to stop to take a few wefies.


Hooray, we manage to look decent at the same time in one picture! This is a big accomplishment for non-photogenic people like us.



After a delicious dinner, we cut the cake and give Yeye the card.

I may be wrong, but I think he gets a bit teary-eyed while reading it.

Being the jokester that he is, my grandpa at first refuses to have his picture taken because he says we got his age wrong.

“You need to switch the numbers. They’re in the wrong order,” he says (in Indonesian). We all groan. My grandpa laughs, obviously amusing himself.

He really insists to have the numbers switched around for more pictures though, so I relent. It is his birthday, after all.


Happy sweet seventeen birthday, Yeye. It’s good to know that we are the same age now.

Thank you for buying me all those journals when I was younger, for encouraging me to write, and for loving me unconditionally. May God continue to pour His love upon you all the days of your life.


Until next time.

2.21.17 (Through the Storm)


“It’s flooding!”

I groan as Maknae shakes me awake. “It’s flooding,” she repeats. “We need your help.”

It turns out that the roof is leaking even more, and so the rain water is pouring in the house through the ceiling. While other neighborhoods had floodwater coming in from the front door, our floodwater was coming in from the top. In order for our house to not turn into an indoor swimming pool (as fun as that sounds), we must mop up the water.

The problem is, the water is coming in almost as fast as we can mop it up.

Here we are, at 8:00 am, getting our morning exercise by mopping up rainwater. It’s tiring, mundane work. I get splashed by the water rolling in from the ceiling multiple times.


I’m tired. I just woke up. Do I really have to do this right now?, I think. I mean, I like rain storms, but not like this.

It seems like our mopping is an endless cycle of aching work, and my heart is weighed down with anger and complaints.

Don’t we all experience our own storms in our lives? Sometimes we have storms where we can’t see anything except the harsh waters in front of us. We struggle through the winds, but we can’t take these Sisyphean tasks for much longer. We long for any kind of hope that will save us from choking in our own misery, our pain, our hopelessness. The clouds darken our heart until we forget what it once felt like to be bathed in sunlight. We’re alone on this boat, and there is nothing left to do but drown.

We cry out, our last hope that someone, anyone, will be able to hear us. Save us. Does anyone care that we are perishing?

Suddenly, our clouded eyes catch a glimpse of sunlight. We squint, not sure if it’s just a trick of the eyes.

The light is coming from someone, a man, sitting right there on the boat. We did not realize someone was in the boat with us all this time. We vaguely recall someone who was there when the waters were calm- Someone we then forgot about when we were overwhelmed by the storm.

He was there the whole time. Why are you so afraid? He asks. Did you not know that I have been with you? Do you have so little faith? All we needed to do was look away from the clouds and rain for once, and look into His face.

And so I do.

And that’s when everything changes.

Though the clouds are still dark, sunlight breaks through, illuminating the crashing sea. Though the rain still hits against my cheek, my misery and pain are gone. Though the wind still chills my bones, there is hope that warms my heart. A peace that persists against all odds. A Friend who is always there beside us.

So as I mop and wipe yet another drop of rain off my face, I can sing a new melody in my heart.

With Christ in the vessel we can smile at the storm, smile at the storm, smile at the storm.



Rain. A crash of thunder. Wait no, that wasn’t thunder.

It has been raining so much lately that part of the roof started leaking. Apparently, the leaking was severe enough (and our house old enough) for the ceiling to eventually break.

Thankfully, it’s only a small portion.


I wake up to rain. Lots of rain. And more crashing. I peek downstairs to see…

It does not look good at all.

But thank God nobody got hurt and nothing else got damaged!

All we need to do is get it fixed as soon as it stops raining for a few days. But it seems like that won’t be happening anytime soon…

Until next time.



Dongsaeng and I are procrastinating on sleeping, and she talks to me about how hungry she is. I tell her that earlier I was hungry too, and I have gone down a while ago to eat some chocolate chiffon cake as a midnight snack. The cake was in the fridge for some reason, but I thought nothing of it.

Dongsaeng freezes. “Uh, not to scare you or anything, but that cake has ants on them.

I blink. Ignorance is bliss. Or at least, it was.


My eyes are red from lack of sleep, but I feel a surge of adrenaline. Road trip time!

Road Trips + Good Music = Staring Out The Window Pretending You’re in a Music Video

I tried capturing some pictures of the lovely sunrise. Obviously, the pictures don’t do any justice.


Ah, stretching your legs after being cramped in the backseat of the car is always a nice feeling. The mountain air is so fresh and crisp. I take in a deep breath. Look at all the green! You can’t see these many plants in the city where I live. It’s one of those times I take in everything around me and think, how great Thou art!


I buy a delicious gemblong, a deep fried sticky rice coated with caramel. I have to buy this every time I go to the mountains.

Sidenote: My pinky is purple here from voting last week. In Indonesia, you dip your pinky in ink as a symbol to show that you have voted already.





Flowers and scarves. Two things I love! I finally have an excuse to wear my scarf because it’s actually cold 😀

I am definitely relishing my retreat on the mountain.

Until next time.





I’m heading to the mountains tomorrow for a weekend retreat. I’ve spent a good 20 minutes packing for this two-days-one-night trip.

I like to think I’m an organized person, at least when it comes to packing and schedules. Keep reading to see my pro-packing skills.

Since it is only a one night trip, I am using my navy green Anello backpack to carry everything with me. 

Here’s everything I packed:

  • a t-shirt and pair of jeans
  • pajamas
  • Bible & notebook
  • wallet
  • 2 cosmetics bag (containing toothbrush, toothpaste, lotion, etc.)
  • powerbank, earphones, charger, phone
  • waterbottle

Thankfully, towels will already be provided there. One less thing to bring!

And voila, it fits! 

Okay, so that wasn’t difficult at all. In fact, I was exaggerating when I said it took 20 minutes. 10 of those minutes were probably spent trying to get a good angle for a picture (though you can tell my photography skills are clearly lacking) and texting my friend. Hooray for multitasking!

Packing, check.

I’m now ready for some adventure.

Until next time.



It was a nice day for a walk.

The air was cool this morning, a nice change to the humid Indonesian climate. Indonesia basically only has two seasons: sunny and rainy. It’s currently the rainy season, raining almost every night, which I love.

Grime covers the back of my legs as I walk through the puddle covered streets. One downside to the rainy season.

While trying to ignore the dirt getting everywhere on my shoes, I chat with Mommy about blogging, when I spot a


Mommy jumps a little. The cat is sitting on top of a wheelbarrow of trash, looking like it’s about to pounce on me.

I hurry around the corner, making fierce eye contact with the cat, daring it to jump at me (though I would scream like a baby if that happened).

Turn the corner. Avoid a few more puddles. And, finally, I have arrived.


Sir Babi (“Sir Pig”) is a fairly new place to eat in the Northern Jakarta area, but it has already gained so much popularity. It’s famous for it’s pork noodles and fried pork meatballs. If you live in Jakarta, you definitely have to try!


Above is the delicious “mie karet”, or “rubber noodles” with pork. A great breakfast to start off my day.


I’m chowing down some rice with pork for dinner (yes, pork again) when suddenly the lights go out. Everyone freezes and it’s quiet for a few seconds. Mommy, who is closest to the door, runs outside and switches on the electricity again.

I resume my dinner, laughing a bit with Daddy and Maknae (Korean for baby of the family; ie. my youngest sister) about how the sudden power outage scared me.

I pour a bit more rice in my bowl and-


It seems like the outage is more serious than we thought. We go on to light candles and find flashlights around the house.


Candlelight dinner, anyone? It’s not very romantic, but we have to view in a positive light (excuse the pun) somehow, right?


Dongsaeng (Korean for younger sibling; ie. my younger sister), Maknae, and I rush off to Korean lessons at our friend’s house, leaving behind our own house and all its electrical problems for now.

Our teacher gives us gifts she brought back from Korea.


Yes, face masks! I’ve been wanting to buy more of these 🙂

My friend made us some tteokbokki, spicy Korean rice & fish cakes. Poor Maknae and Dongsaeng couldn’t stand the spiciness. Bring the cold milk out!


The end of our lesson brought about a crazy dance party. I’m not sure it could count as a dance party since we spent almost half the time laughing too hard, though. Or maybe that was just me. Hmm… Perhaps those spicy tteokbokki’s had something to do with it…


We return and the lights are back on. The rain has started again. The spiciness and energy from before are long gone.


Another day has passed, and I’m another day older.

Until next time.