Hujan renyai petang

Hujan petang.

Jalan-jalan raya kelihatan agak lengang tatkala kau melangkah perlahan pulang dari kerja. Bakal menginjak dua tahun kau belajar hidup di negeri orang, dan meniti jalan-jalan yang sama saban hari – kau mulai bosan.

Dan entah dari mana, seakan ada satu suara di belakang kepala engkau, mengatakan bahawa sesungguhnya hal kebosanan yang kau rungutkan itu adalah tersangat kecil. Suara itu mengajak kau berfikir sejenak –

Masih terlalu banyak perkara yang kau belum alami, masih terlalu banyak juga tempat di atas muka bumi ini yang kau masih belum lawati. Dunia itu luas, sekadar bersusah hati dengan kesusahan kecil yang ku anggap besar itu, merupakan satu kerugian. Meletihkan.

Jadi, kau seharusnya tidak merasa sedih, kecil hati, ketinggalan atau tidak dihargai kerana hidup ini, bukanla berputar tentang hal sebegitu saja. Hidup ialah kembara; dan kembara yang paling harus kau sertai dulu ialah kembara mencari di mana celah kebahagiaan kau. Dan kau akan temuinya dalam diri kau sendiri.

Orang, atau harta benda tidak sepatutnya menjadi sumber kebahagiaan kau. Masih banyak perkara yang kau harus peduli daripada mempedulikan hal remeh yang ternyata kadang-kadang hanyalah sia-sia.

Masih banyak yang perlu kau kembara. Dunia itu luas, tidak seputar kau sahaja. Jadi, senyumlah dan berlapang dada lah.


Prambanan & Plaosan

So, the trip began.

Denah, Fiqah & a bunch of Fiqah’s relatives were from  Penang and I was the only one from KL. We met at the airport and boarded into the same flight to Jogja. It took us about 2 hours, 30 minutes on the sky and extra 40 minutes just to wait for the airport traffic until we were able to land safely. The Adisujipto Airport is relatively small that planes need to take turn to park and whatsoever. Landed and my first impression of the city was ‘it is damn hot!’. It really was, the sun felt like consuming us alive, it stung. Other than that, I know it is just another part of Asia, with different lineage of history, language and culture. I had a feeling that the trip gonna be a beautiful one given my research prior to the trip.

I travelled light (with only one bag pack less than 7kg) just because I don’t really like having multiple luggages around me that I need to take care of. Lol. Plus, I can be so much of forgetful and messy etc so yeah while everyone bought 15 – 25 kg of luggage space; I compressed whatever things I need inside the limited bag. I read one of the hacks in packing – when you feel like you need all, reduce it to half. You don’t really need everything you think you might need. Credit to whoever wrote that, it is true!

That story aside, we landed safely and met with our guide named Pak Adi. Right after loading all the bags inside the van, Pak Adi brought us straight to Candi (Indonesia words for ‘ancient temple’) Prambanan and Plaosan. They are Buddhist ancient temples, each with own histories and myths. I was told that Prambanan is the largest temple among all the temples (they are a lot of ancient temples around!) and Plaosan is a bit lower and small temple. They were all built by huge stacks of bricks. As a fan of architecture myself, it is amazing to see their beautiful structures and curves.  Rumour has it, Prambanan Temple has that weird power of separating couple. Unmarried couple who visit the temple will end up break up after a few months if they visit the temple together.  For Muslims, we know it’s a myth.

Finding the true history of those ancient temples, I found a bunch of different versions on internet, and I wouldn’t want to elaborate here because it would be a history class if I do. It was fascinating to see the images carved on the temple wall. I started to imagine as if I was in History or NatGeo channel, discovering about ancient history. It makes me realised how little my knowledge are, and how limited our brain to think beyond. I mean, no one knows who, what and why they build the temple, and the meaning of each images carved.

We were told the scene will get much more beautiful with sunset or sunrise, and don’t be surprised if the entrance ticket during those times is higher than normal hour. Plaosan temple needs no entrance fee. It is just a small temple, seemed unfinished at the roadside.

After the sightseeing and amused by everything there, we posed in front of camera. Well, you know..girls 😛

Hence the pictures below :

Candi Prambanan from afar.
Candi Prambanan from different angle.
Just a happy kid in front of Prambanan Temple.
The squad.
Plaosan Temple
The viewwwww!
The Prambanan might be my favorite after Borobudur! Beauty!

The rest of the pictures are plainly about us in different poses, so let’s not display them here lol.

Where do I start?

I clocked in after a week of holiday. As usual, it takes some times to get the right mood (lol) plus it’s Monday and KC is not around until early September, so yeah, I’ll be writing about my recent trip! Ok, where do I start actually? Too much things in my small head I barely accentuated into proper words just yet but lemme try.

Yogyakarta (Jogja) had been in my ‘places-to-go’ list since the entire time and having the chance to make it real, mainly involved money saving (let be honest, travelling is expensive) was something I can call an achievement for myself. Haha. That process aside, lemme focus on the trip alone.

[I still don’t know how to start though].

Until the next post.

Not upset

Hot day outside, and it gets hotter inside my apartment due to the unnecessary & immature cold war between le housemates. The best part of it is that, I am involved too.

My closest housemate stopped talking to me, avoided eye contact whenever we met and I am at a lost for words. I am at the stage of not wanting to mend what’s broken anymore. Not that I’d never tried, but you know..

So, I gotta let things be because hey, no one got so much time for such stuffs. I don’t really mind actually because to be honest, I had never get too attached with friends.

So, feel free to detach from me, friend.

Morning rain & memories

I love the rain. I love the smell of the wet streets. I love the sound of the raindrops hitting the roof. I love the moisture in the air. I love the grayness of the sky. Some people might say that the definition of a bad weather is rainy weather, but I don’t think so. I think it’s so beautiful when it rains. You see a different side of people. You see a different side of the world. 

..especially morning rain.




Actually, I have 4 blogs. Yeah, you read it right. Freaking 4!

One is this default blog. One is under anonymous account (but still for public) for some personal reason. 

One is a Blogspot, totally owned by me, writing stuffs mainly about my part time job. The 4th blog is actually a local publisher’s blog, I am just one of the writers. 

But guess what? I often run out of time to keep blogging. But anyway I’ll try to keep them alive again. 

The thing is, where does the time go? 

Keep going

Hot shower what makes me going everyday. I mean, reason to wake up, first thing first – hot shower (no longer checking my phone lol) and tornado in the kitchen started for the sake of a decent breakfast and lunch. Such a critical 30 minutes of my life,either I make it, or break it!

I actually declared this month as a non or less-spending month for some reasons. So come rain or shine, I have to slot in cooking in my daily schedule.

I got my self busy since 3 days ago, I work until I barely breath. 8 – 5, and 6 – 11 daily. I promise to work hard and forget about whatever nonsense things in the world. I need to really come to my sense. I have other things to do, too.

I am so tired but I’ll keep this one going.

Everything else is just noise.

Letter to Fizah

Dear Confused Fizah,

From what I heard and saw, I know how difficult it is for you to face this sad reality. That’s the sad truth about life my dear friend- people come and go no matter how hard you want them to stay. When A left our rent apartment, I knew exactly how empty you felt as you were very close to her and hence, you turned to me, started to be my best buddy. Juggling between my job and another job, I knew lately, we were not as close as we used to, plus with a bunch of my new roommates who were also started to get close to me – I started to feel bad if you’ve ever felt left out. In fact, you were already feeling that as you told me that night when I returned home late & tired, hanging out at our usual couch.

You told me that you are missing A so bad, and that you are not too compatible with my new roommates. Also, with your current work pressure – you are afraid of facing the work load since your manager soon will resign; you are not confident to step further in your career due to your health condition. You also mentioned how bad it is to be at 26, but going nowhere in your life. I can see the sadness and insecurity at the edge of your eyes. It’s dark like an abandoned tunnel.

I lost count on how many times I said that it’s okay for us to be where we are now.  Everyone has their own pace, and growing up is not determined solely by how much our salary is, or what kind of position we hold in the company. The level of life is not that narrow. Instead, take the challenges as a way to grow up and gain new experience and knowledge. I know it is hard, sometimes to be positive when everything seemed to be wrong and plain. But trust me, just chin up and walk through all the storms. You will be surprise on how capable you are, and that you are actually, not that bad. Be confident in facing whatever life has brought to you. Get a grip on yourself.

People come and go. That’s what happened in my room, to say the least. In a year, my roommates keep changing at least 2 times.  I’ve lost my best mate, Salina before. I was so close with her and we shared the same thought and mind, but when she said she needed to move out for good, I didn’t feel lost and accept that maybe it is good for her to move out. It’s her life after all. Growing up, I learn to detach because apparently, people and things are impermanent. We can’t let our fate of happiness determined by the existence of something or someone. Happiness needs to be found within ourselves. It is more than that you know. I am not all positive and perfect myself, but I am learning to fathom the art of living, and I think you should too. Perhaps what you can do now is to step out from your insecurity zone, believe in yourself and just walk on the flaring fire.

Feeling empty when A left? – It’s her life. You got yours too.

Not compatible with the new comers? – Try to adapt, otherwise you can always live by yourself. No one is forcing you to be best friend with them. Just a simple hi and bye will do, I guess?

Work load? – See it as a chance to shine!

As the saying goes..

And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Hope you will be just fine 🙂


Still your best friend.