The line reads: Submarine Monument
If you haven’t noticed it yet, I am so loving adventures with my sister lately…so expect several more Sister’s Sister posts in the next week. The most recent adventure we had was going to the Submarine Monument here in Surabaya. I find it oddly strange that I’ve been coming here all my childhood and have never spent even the littlest of moments in sights such as this. I guess, being once residents here, our parents forgot that we have yet to experience them.
First of all, this is a russian submarine with the name Pasopati. I’m not sure it belongs to the Russians but I think it was made there. As we ventured through the surprisingly long submarine, we found some Russian symbols as well as Indonesian writings in it. The submarine was originally pretty warm inside but is now facilitated with air conditioners. We saw some torpedoes as we entered and other thingamajigs. I was pretty awed by its interior. So practically confusing. You can quickly imagine the lives spent here back in the days. Oh, old places and its histories.
Before Firu, before Germany, before Alive as Always, I was a girl who could care less about her hair. But on this day, as I walked into the barbershop, my heart raced quite quickly. I told myself it was stupid and quickly hushed it. This is the outcome. I can’t believe I haven’t done this before. This haircut suits my personality almost indubitably. Like Rebecca once said, it’s silly to limit your beauty to hair. But I do feel like a huge weight is seriously out of my hair. Everyone was quite surprised. That pleases me. Enjoy the weekend, guys! Cheerio!
Quita: Blouse// Cotton On; Cardigan// Yellowline; Watch// Elle; Bag// eBay; Shorts + Shoes// Bandung | Bivi: Top// Cotton Club; Skirt// Tanah Abang (Sis’s); Shoes// Studio Nine; Bag// Gifted
The line reads: Submarine Monument
If you haven’t noticed it yet, I am so loving adventures with my sister lately…so expect several more Sister’s Sister posts in the next week. The most recent adventure we had was going to the Submarine Monument here in Surabaya. I find it oddly strange that I’ve been coming here all my childhood and have never spent even the littlest of moments in sights such as this. I guess, being once residents here, our parents forgot that we have yet to experience them.
First of all, this is a russian submarine with the name Pasopati. I’m not sure it belongs to the Russians but I think it was made there. As we ventured through the surprisingly long submarine, we found some Russian symbols as well as Indonesian writings in it. The submarine was originally pretty warm inside but is now facilitated with air conditioners. We saw some torpedoes as we entered and other thingamajigs. I was pretty awed by its interior. So practically confusing. You can quickly imagine the lives spent here back in the days. Oh, old places and its histories.
Before Firu, before Germany, before Alive as Always, I was a girl who could care less about her hair. But on this day, as I walked into the barbershop, my heart raced quite quickly. I told myself it was stupid and quickly hushed it. This is the outcome. I can’t believe I haven’t done this before. This haircut suits my personality almost indubitably. Like Rebecca once said, it’s silly to limit your beauty to hair. But I do feel like a huge weight is seriously out of my hair. Everyone was quite surprised. That pleases me. Enjoy the weekend, guys! Cheerio!
Quita: Blouse// Cotton On; Cardigan// Yellowline; Watch// Elle; Bag// eBay; Shorts + Shoes// Bandung | Bivi: Top// Cotton Club; Skirt// Tanah Abang (Sis’s); Shoes// Studio Nine; Bag// Gifted