Yes, I’m the type of person who’s concerned about unnecessary noise pollution. But I was (yet again) proven wrong.



If the word is to be broken into two – kata mama – that would literally mean Mom said in Indonesian. I wonder if this was what the owners have in mind when they were deciding on a name for this establishment.

Situated next to the famous Potato Head beach club in Seminyak, this hotel is the newest and first hotel chain addition into the PTT family’s portfolio. During my last Bali trip, my friend and I was lucky enough to get a tour of what the hotel has to offer. In all honesty, I was quite skeptical at first because of its vicinity of the club*. Yes, I’m the type of person who’s concerned about unnecessary noise pollution. But I was (yet again) proven wrong.

Starting the tour at the bar slash restaurant, you could already tell that the design team intended to emulate that chic yet fun Caribbean mood at the property. I guess it only makes sense, given that the beach is only a stone’s throw away. Oh did I tell you that the said restaurant is an extension of none other than the celebrated, Melbourne-borne, Spanish tapas joint, MoVida? Cue an animated squeal from yours truly here. Once we went past the communal bar area and into the rooms compound, everything fell silent all of a sudden. The floor manager, who was our guide for the night, sensed my surprise and might have said that this was due to the noise cancelling property of the building material being used, or maybe it was due to the strategically placed walls and angles of the hotel building that have prevented the noise from coming through to the hotel area. I’m not quite sure anymore; I was too engrossed in the fact that you can’t hear any noise from the club next door.

The hotel adopts a warm and earthy mood in their design approach. Red bricks and wood elements can be found everywhere. Apart from the fact that they use Ayu Larasati ceramics, my favorite part of the hotel would be this hallway, which leads our way from the rooms to the gym and pool area. Please pardon the blurry and unclear photo. It was hard for an amateur to take a night time photo while continuously being told to hurry myself up and keep up with the tour.

Anyway. I was definitely in love with the place and would love to stay there for a night or two on my next visit to Bali. Saving for my next holiday starts now.

P.S. Looking at the stats and my previous hotel review, you can safely tell that I have a tendency to judge a book by its cover. Bad move, Edina, bad move.




Jl. Petitenget No. 51

Kerobokan Kelod, Kuta Utara, Kabupaten Badung, Bali



top: ZARA / pants: Wayne Cooper / belt: thrifted / heels: Nine West

Call me weird, but I can’t wait to be wearing corporate outfits again. Not just for the sake of wearing it, but because you ought to. After a brief hiatus, I’m finally back to the corporate world. Yeap. After all that huge leap of faith. This time around, however, as a part of my actual journey; the master plan, the grand design. Cue evil laugh here. OK, I’ve given away too much already.

Whatever it takes from now on.

Until later, lovely people!
Lensed by: C. Tandjung


I think that was the first time I fell in love with vivid, purple skies. Chasing sunsets have been a never ending pursuit ever since.

I was re-visiting my old New York photo album on my hard drive and stumbled upon this photo that I took of the city’s skyline. I was reminded of the time when I deliberately wander without any set plans or directions in the Big Apple. It was a cold December day, only a few days shy of new year’s eve. I traversed from the Upper East Side down to Chelsea, in hopes of finding something different from the sophisticated facade of the city. I guess I don’t deal well with too much prim and properness, even if I thought I could. After a while, I noted that I’m intrigued by something more organic and raw yet balanced.

I was all excitement when the cab driver dropped me off in front of an art gallery, which name has, unfortunately, left me yonks ago. I was a gallery virgin at that time, so it took me a few head tilts and awkward smiles before I finally was at ease with my surroundings. Thank God the gallery staff were not at all judgemental*.

A few galleries later, I finally arrived at the Chelsea Market. I was instantly in love with the place. From homemade aprons to purposeful art installations, mocha nougats to freshly caught seafood sandwiches, trinkets and gizmos; the place spells warmth all over it. I waited and waited, trying to store everything that I saw into my brain and just immerse in the ambiance. A guy came and set up what looked like a small set of cymbals, followed by a snare drum and a mini bass drum. Dressed in a pair blue jeans, a camel-coloured suit, and a fedora hat, he didn’t look at all like a musician, let alone a drummer. I was skeptical. Or maybe I was THAT clueless. But then he started to croon some jazz tunes while hitting the drums. ‘That makes more sense‘, I thought to myself. He asked me if I had any song requests. I shook my head, saying, “Just not any more Christmas songs**”. He laughed. I moved on.

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I decided to go back to the hotel since I was due for dinner soon after. When I got out of the market, I was gobsmacked by this view of the sunset. It was by far the most memorable sunset that I have ever had instilled in my mind. My camera died literally just after I took a picture of it. The photo that I took really didn’t do the scene any justice. I stopped walking, wishing that I could somewhat freeze time, and just enjoy the beautiful view in front of me. I think that was the first time I fell in love with vivid, purple skies. Chasing sunsets have been a never ending pursuit ever since.


Five years have now passed since then. I miss that feeling, that sense of wonder and excitement that you get when you trail onto the unknown field. All the jitters when you could not find an empty cab to get to your next destination, the happiness when you were served a warm delicious Middle Eastern grub from a street stall on a very very cold winter night, that connection with people that you chat with at random.

I think a solo travel is way overdue.


*P.S. Or maybe they were, but they were just that polite.

**P.P.S. I have no hatred towards Christmas songs. In fact, I love it. But at that time, I felt that listening to any more Christmas songs was too overwhelming since that was literally everyone’s play list, everywhere. Like, literally.