"Bagiku ada sesuatu yang paling berharga dan hakiki dalam kehidupan: 'dapat mencintai, dapat iba hati, dapat merasai kedukaan'."
-Soe Hok Gie
Eleanorade.
Seatin on row C
Love to travel and The Beatles.
and watching some movies too.
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Home is only a night away but the heart won't quit sailing here. It drops, not the tears but the regret. Of the love that poured down sincerely, the misery. With all of the hate and the sense of despair. The fear to begin, anxiety of an end. My darlings fragmented into the void, the debris of memories that will scatter like the falling petals.
For those who have passed by through my agonies in a year, you are the posies of life that I will forever enshrine.
One sleep away
Monday, June 15 at around 08:58
Impromptu shot at Fitzroy |
For those who have passed by through my agonies in a year, you are the posies of life that I will forever enshrine.
Surabaya-Madura Short Trip
Wednesday, February 18 at around 07:18
The very quick trip to Surabaya and Madura with Pinky during last summer break. It was enchanting tho i had a bit ups and downs of the mood during the trip cause tbh it's pretty tiring compared with another trips that i've done. It's only a 3 days shot, highlighting couple of famous spots in Surabaya, hunting foods, hit a fancy bar and those were all by motorbike. Driving motorcycle in Surabaya is like playing GTA irl. The most excited part was that i'm able to drive the motorbike crossing Suramadu Bridge just to eat Bebek Sinjay, a personal bucket list of mine. Too bad we couldn't stopping by Majapahit Hotel because of their snob bureaucracy. After all of those disappointment on termination of my previous highly expected holiday, now I understand myself that; I'm the one who need to control my own happiness, not anyone else, including those whom you expect the most to make you happy.
Mie Keriting Sri Horas, spotted aside of our hotel and turns out to be deadly tasty |
House of Sampoerna, the smell of tobacco is all over the building. Lovely ;) |
Took a zip rest in House of Sampoerna's A Cafe |
Surabaya Heritage Track (Gold, Gospel & Glory theme); Hoofd Pos Kantoor, Kepanjen Church, De Javasche Bank |
The famous yet mblusuk Rujak Cingur Genteng Durasim |
Yet so kitsch |
Nasi Udang Bu Rudy |
Nasi Cumi yang ntap |
Bubur (dugem) Mang Dudung, yang dateng baru kerupuk aja ngantrinya udah satu kabupaten |
Tugu Pahlawan |
The green ninjas, embracing the traffic, crossing the flood and storm with style. |
Rice farmers in Madura spotted right after we finished crossing Suramadu |
The mighty Bebek Sinjay |
The achievement |
Seen from Pesisir Pantai Kwanyar Timur, and yes those are dragonflies |
Exchange Life
Thursday, November 6 at around 16:08
This exchange life does not actually grasp my breath in such arduous sense. Mostly things tend to be crestfallen, i simply become easily demotivated about everything though here life is as easy as biting pretzel. I keep reminding myself that I should've been more grateful of this wonderful opportunity, well, I am. Seeing friends from different background, various life goals and extremely unique characters is the most valuable lesson. Well things might change to be better if I let sincerity grows unhurried.
The summer sunshine-catchers! @St Kilda Beach |
It seems like a photo for an indie-band album |
Overrated Brighton beach hut |
Obligatory beach hut pose |
Biting off a royale with cheese. Pulp Fiction cinema sin: proved. |
Post movie-date selfie |
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A Day Road Trip: Great Ocean Road
at around 15:45
I've been staying for 4 month or so in Melbourne, yet i fancy a road trip to somewhere far cause living in the city is deadly boring. Graciously i found Henry with his kindness to take me to Great Ocean Road by his awesome avant-garde trip plan. I met my first wildlife koalas and kangaroos during the trip. Even though the view and landscape did not actually 'that' breathtaking for me yet I still found the awesomeness of fresh yet salty air, the smell of trees, birds chirping all around and the whole serenities that earth has. It turned out that it's only me being overly missed the idea of hanging out in nature spaces like this. I should've not waste the time to enjoy things like these while I'm still in Indonesia. I definitely need more traveling.
catching on the sunrise |
the hidden flawless serenity |
favourite spot of all, because the magnificent of ambience that i felt. |
Henry's car and its sweet pieces of flower and little bird nest found by him earlier down on our road |
And still needed the map |
And the road and the sea |
obligatory wildlife koala snapshot |
river walk |
Pesto for lunchieeeeee |
Omg heaps of kangaroo everywhereeeeeeee in this golf course so worth of a trespassing attempt |
Bushes and all the blue sky |
Wira and Henry feeling all along excited about the landscape stop |
Photobombed by the waterfall, tim and henry |
Total climber-duo |
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Further Land
Sunday, October 19 at around 10:19
Life indeed teaches you lessons. Lessons for a betterment, with or without your recognition.
If you find it difficult to figure 'em out and or even worse you really cannot understand what kind of lessons are those exactly, start to take a walk away from your zone and you'll realize it instantly.
A journey to western part of Nusa Tenggara this February was a bliss. First thing first, I don't really wanna claim that the trip gave such contribution in my life even changes me but well I have to admit that whenever I do travel, I have something to learn and from a glimpse of those lessons, I'm trying so hard to at least make up my mind better. Anyhozzle, I never label myself as a traveler or such like the trend. I travel to go, to move, to get out from my zone solely to get away from this pseudo-life. And to learn.
If you find it difficult to figure 'em out and or even worse you really cannot understand what kind of lessons are those exactly, start to take a walk away from your zone and you'll realize it instantly.
A journey to western part of Nusa Tenggara this February was a bliss. First thing first, I don't really wanna claim that the trip gave such contribution in my life even changes me but well I have to admit that whenever I do travel, I have something to learn and from a glimpse of those lessons, I'm trying so hard to at least make up my mind better. Anyhozzle, I never label myself as a traveler or such like the trend. I travel to go, to move, to get out from my zone solely to get away from this pseudo-life. And to learn.
The overall trip was so beautiful, they are indeed pretty for my heart; the long road, the people I traveled with, the people whom I met on the streets. Selalu ada yang membuat hati semakin kuat dari cerita tentang berbagi makanan, tempat duduk, sampai alas tidur. Lalu cerita tentang berbagi kebahagiaan, kebahagiaan yang tanpa duka, karena duka biar disimpan dalam hati saja sendirian.
Spending days in Gili Trawangan, I have nothing to think about but joy of freedom. Later in one of the nights, when the bar-lights sparked glamorously, I had a thought of this absolute freedom, freedom from fear. After that night, I've been forced to deal with this hardly self-recognition and honesty.
Travelling in a budget has made us specifically concern about the whole decision that we need to make. Decisions which brought us to many priceless 'once in a lifetime' experiences. You realised that Lombok Airport (with 'international' label on it) is terribly awful for backpacker by spending a night sleeping on that place. The airport was always swarm with people, not by those who are the passengers but rather surrounded by locals who came for a 'picnic' (banyak penjual kacang rebus dan jasa penyewaan tikar) with their family to see plane landing and take-off. Apparently many people talk about this newly built airport, about land disputes or tension between locals and official about job allocation and stuffs.
Experienced a bit miscalculation on accommodation, we decided to go back to Mataram rather than keep staying on Gili Trawangan. It was worse in Mataram, we couldn't find any places that open 24hrs. No, not even McDonald's or coffee shop or cafe open until late. We were stranded on a park named Taman Udayana, having a chit-chat with some skaters there which apparently one of them ever studied in an uni at Jogja. Well, definitely, they know Southern Beach Terror -oh gees they're goddamn legendary.
Damn we barely had any guts to figure out what will happen to us after that because we desperately had no idea where to sleep that night, we're running out of bucks. But then magic happened. The skater guys offered us place to stay at Mas Robert's, they even gave us ride.
Spending days in Gili Trawangan, I have nothing to think about but joy of freedom. Later in one of the nights, when the bar-lights sparked glamorously, I had a thought of this absolute freedom, freedom from fear. After that night, I've been forced to deal with this hardly self-recognition and honesty.
Travelling in a budget has made us specifically concern about the whole decision that we need to make. Decisions which brought us to many priceless 'once in a lifetime' experiences. You realised that Lombok Airport (with 'international' label on it) is terribly awful for backpacker by spending a night sleeping on that place. The airport was always swarm with people, not by those who are the passengers but rather surrounded by locals who came for a 'picnic' (banyak penjual kacang rebus dan jasa penyewaan tikar) with their family to see plane landing and take-off. Apparently many people talk about this newly built airport, about land disputes or tension between locals and official about job allocation and stuffs.
Experienced a bit miscalculation on accommodation, we decided to go back to Mataram rather than keep staying on Gili Trawangan. It was worse in Mataram, we couldn't find any places that open 24hrs. No, not even McDonald's or coffee shop or cafe open until late. We were stranded on a park named Taman Udayana, having a chit-chat with some skaters there which apparently one of them ever studied in an uni at Jogja. Well, definitely, they know Southern Beach Terror -oh gees they're goddamn legendary.
Damn we barely had any guts to figure out what will happen to us after that because we desperately had no idea where to sleep that night, we're running out of bucks. But then magic happened. The skater guys offered us place to stay at Mas Robert's, they even gave us ride.
"Mas ini daerah mana ya?" Asked me to Mas Kojek when we were on our way to Mas Robert's house, just in case we got lost the day after.
Transito he said, as we entered an area like a housing complex but i saw such a shelter in the middle tho' just a glimpse as I passed.
Transito he said, as we entered an area like a housing complex but i saw such a shelter in the middle tho' just a glimpse as I passed.
Wait what? Transito? I've heard this name but I wasn't so sure, was this place really 'that' Transito? I'll help you to understand why I discovered this as something big for me;
Once I read a novel by Oka Rusmini titled Maryam, recalling the stories about Ahmadiyah people who got exiled from their own home, their own hometown. Ahmadi refugee later move to this Wisma Transito. It was such a heartbreaking story, which I hardly believe that it was actually happening in this very country.
Apparently Mas Robert has ever studied in Jogja, he stays with his heartwarming and lovable mother. They were so kind to us, I'm dying to let them know loudly that I felt so blessed to meet them, moreover to Mas Robert's mother, I knew she was first a bit confused when her child took three random girls from the street to their house, I mean who doesn't. She told stories about her family, and everything moreover stories about their neighbour in Transito shelter where the life there can be so much fearful. Even though Mas Robert's and his mom are not Ahmadi nor Moslem, they live peacefully side to side with differences that intertwined among them.
Knowing that we were traveling far by our own, she kept reminding us to stay safe wherever we go. Three of us are young, restless but vulnerable. She told us to be not afraid wherever we wanna go, as long as you always keep your faith with you. Whether i'm a religious person or not, it's not something that I need to brag about, but God is the sole answer of my insecurity. I believe that it was God's force to make us stay in Mas Robert's place, to meet his mom, to protect us. Ilmu kehidupan yang mereka bagi sangat berarti, untuk tidak cuma menjalani hidup ini sebaik-baiknya tapi juga sambil menyadari terang-Nya.
Apparently Mas Robert has ever studied in Jogja, he stays with his heartwarming and lovable mother. They were so kind to us, I'm dying to let them know loudly that I felt so blessed to meet them, moreover to Mas Robert's mother, I knew she was first a bit confused when her child took three random girls from the street to their house, I mean who doesn't. She told stories about her family, and everything moreover stories about their neighbour in Transito shelter where the life there can be so much fearful. Even though Mas Robert's and his mom are not Ahmadi nor Moslem, they live peacefully side to side with differences that intertwined among them.
Knowing that we were traveling far by our own, she kept reminding us to stay safe wherever we go. Three of us are young, restless but vulnerable. She told us to be not afraid wherever we wanna go, as long as you always keep your faith with you. Whether i'm a religious person or not, it's not something that I need to brag about, but God is the sole answer of my insecurity. I believe that it was God's force to make us stay in Mas Robert's place, to meet his mom, to protect us. Ilmu kehidupan yang mereka bagi sangat berarti, untuk tidak cuma menjalani hidup ini sebaik-baiknya tapi juga sambil menyadari terang-Nya.
The upcoming post will sort of telling you about more details and more stories during this trip. One journey to a faraway place is the beginning of a journey to a further land. Next destination(s) await!
"For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move."
Robert Louis Stevenson, Travel with a Donkey in the Cévennes (1878)
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