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Pack and Play

Hola cloth diaper moms out there!

I'm selling all of my cloth diapers. They just don't work for us. Initially, I loved the ideas of not having to buy disposable diapers again for the rest of our lives. But it went a lot harder than I thought. I don't know how you cloth diaper moms do it.

Anyway, below is a picture of cloth diapers I'm selling. Mind you, my daughter is only 4 mos and we used cloth and disposable diapers from when she's about 2 mos until 3 mos. So each of the diapers had been used for less than 10 times. Except the Grovia AI2 which I only prewashed but never used because the soaker is way too big for my daughter.

From top to bottom (all in IDR currency):
2 Pumpkins each with 1 microfiber insert and 1 bamboo insert @50k
2 GG each with 1 mocrofiber insert @40k
Charlie Banana with small and medium inserts @180k
Blueberry with bamboo insert and doubler @220k
2 Rumparooz each with toddler and newborn microfiber inserts @180k
NVMe with 2 mushroom soakers @50k
Best Bottom with 2 inserts @200k
Flip with 2 inserts @200k
Grovia AI2 with stay dry insert @250k

If anyone interested, you can reach me through whatsapp (085695820250) or email (devy.nandya@gmail.com). Also you can check out https://m.tokopedia.com/thebabyhouse.

Meanwhile, this blog does not seem relevant anymore so I (plan to) move to devynandya.blogspot.com.

Bid you thanks and have a nice day! ;)


It's weekend already! And I have written on this blog religiously for these past couple days. ;)

Highlights of the week which you might also enjoy...

Tomorrow - Annie (1982). My favorite Annie.

Flow free apps. Almost there, girl. Almost there.

A doctor who's also my mother said that stretch mark is more like genetic factor and that anti-stretch mark cream most likely won't prevent anything if your genes said otherwise. But she told me to use it anyway. You know, just in case. And I like the smell anyway. This one's Cocoa Butter Moisturizing Stick from The Body Shop. Smells just like fresh chocolate. Yum!

This Korean marinade had saved me anytime I don't know what to cook. All you have to do is marinating slices of beef with this and grill them for like 5 minutes and you're good to go. Quick and easy.


The other day my mom sent me this picture of her, my dad and 2-year-old me.

It's crazy how many things had happened since the day this picture was taken. One day you're clinging to your parents in a flower patterned dress and bowed socks, the next day you're ready to have kids on your own.

Life is wonderful, isn't it? ;)


These are words of wisdom for every future bride from someone who'd been through the whole fuss concerning wedding reception. Brace yourself, Ladies. There is NO such thing as perfect wedding. Something WILL always go wrong. No matter how well-prepared you think you are, something will always amiss. The best you can do is to just enjoy whatever surprise lays ahead.

I was the one who woke up very early in the morning and went straight to the venue for make up and found out that my supposedly wedding organizer hadn't showed up (even though her house is literally next to the garden). My make up artist, thankfully, had been sitting nicely for me for about half an hour (God bless you, M!). I found the decoration wasn't quite as I imagined it would be. The pink was wrong (I said baby pink, not shocking pink!). The ceremony was late, so much for paying wedding organizer to avoid this kind of thing. The cupcakes and lollipop  didn't have 'thank you' notes attached. The band couldn't sing proper English even though I had specifically asking the wedding organizer to hire one. And they sang anything but the songs I've listed and emailed to the wedding organizer since gazillion years ago. I had asked repeatedly and specifically for instrumental and Barbra Streissand's 'We've Only Just Begun' and there I was walking down the aisle with The Carpenter's We've Only Just Begun. My wedding organizer seemed to have her own image of perfect wedding and stubbornly squashed it in mine. And my shoes were killing me. I could swear, that day the universe was conspiring against me.

I had to push down the inner control freak in me in order to just get myself lost in this monumental event. But in the end, it doesn't matter that I didn't have Barbra when I walked down the aisle. It doesn't matter that the pink was too pink. It doesn't even matter the fact that I would never have a perfect wedding with perfect wedding singer. All that counts is the marriage after all. ;)

Mainstream Couture

Sometimes the designers 'steal' ideas from one another... ;)

Prada Safiano
Fendi 2jours
YSL sac du jour

Tuesday Frites

Are not the healthiest food in the world. But fried dori fish, potato frites and bakwan are very easy to make and, most importantly, delicious!

How to make fried dori:
1. Pour in half cup of flour
2. Add milk and little bit of sugar
3. Coat the fish fillet with the batter
4. Set aside, layered the fish with beead crumbs to make it nice in crispy
5. Fry the fish for about 10 minutes
6. Set aside.

How to make potato frites:
1. Peel and cut one potato
2. Fry the potato until half cooked, set aside
3. Mix potato with 1/4 cup of flour and little bit of salt
4. Fry the potato until golden brown
5. Set aside

For bakwan, I used carrot, bean sprout, coleslaw and instant bakwan flour.

And voila! ;)

Inspiring Monday

George Saunders, born in December 2, 1958, is an American best-selling writer of short stories, essays, novellas and children's book. Last June, he delivered a graduation speech at Syracuse University in front of the newly graduated class of 2013.

Now, one useful thing you can do with an old person, in addition to borrowing money from them, or asking them to do one of their old-time “dances,” so you can watch, while laughing, is ask: “Looking back, what do you regret?”  And they’ll tell you.  Sometimes, as you know, they’ll tell you even if you haven’t asked. Sometimes, even when you’ve specifically requested they not tell you, they’ll tell you.
So here’s something I know to be true, although it’s a little corny, and I don’t quite know what to do with it: 
What I regret most in my life are failures of kindness. 
Those moments when another human being was there, in front of me, suffering, and I responded…sensibly.  Reservedly.  Mildly. 
Each of us is born with a series of built-in confusions that are probably somehow Darwinian. These are: (1) we’re central to the universe (that is, our personal story is the main and most interesting story, the only story, really); (2) we’re separate from the universe (there’s US and then, out there, all that other junk – dogs and swing-sets, and the State of Nebraska and low-hanging clouds and, you know, other people), and (3) we’re permanent (death is real, o.k., sure – for you, but not for me). 
Now, we don’t really believe these things – intellectually we know better – but we believe them viscerally, and live by them, and they cause us to prioritize our own needs over the needs of others, even though what we really want, in our hearts, is to be less selfish, more aware of what’s actually happening in the present moment, more open, and more loving. 
One thing in our favor:  some of this “becoming kinder” happens naturally, with age.  It might be a simple matter of attrition:  as we get older, we come to see how useless it is to be selfish – how illogical, really.  We come to love other people and are thereby counter-instructed in our own centrality.  We get our butts kicked by real life, and people come to our defense, and help us, and we learn that we’re not separate, and don’t want to be.  We see people near and dear to us dropping away, and are gradually convinced that maybe we too will drop away (someday, a long time from now).  Most people, as they age, become less selfish and more loving.  I think this is true.  The great Syracuse poet, Hayden Carruth, said, in a poem written near the end of his life, that he was “mostly Love, now.” 
So, quick, end-of-speech advice: Since, according to me, your life is going to be a gradual process of becoming kinder and more loving: Hurry up.  Speed it along.  Start right now. 
There’s a confusion in each of us, a sickness, really: selfishness.  But there’s also a cure.  So be a good and proactive and even somewhat desperate patient on your own behalf – seek out the most efficacious anti-selfishness medicines, energetically, for the rest of your life.
Do all the other things, the ambitious things – travel, get rich, get famous, innovate, lead, fall in love, make and lose fortunes, swim naked in wild jungle rivers (after first having it tested for monkey poop) – but as you do, to the extent that you can, err in the direction of kindness.  Do those things that incline you toward the big questions, and avoid the things that would reduce you and make you trivial.  That luminous part of you that exists beyond personality – your soul, if you will – is as bright and shining as any that has ever been.  Bright as Shakespeare’s, bright as Gandhi’s, bright as Mother Teresa’s.  Clear away everything that keeps you separate from this secret luminous place.  Believe it exists, come to know it better, nurture it, share its fruits tirelessly. 
And someday, in 80 years, when you’re 100, and I’m 134, and we’re both so kind and loving we’re nearly unbearable, drop me a line, let me know how your life has been.  I hope you will say: It has been so wonderful.

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