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Assalamualaikum.

gee. so much has happened. to cut things short recently ive bought a new laptop. so yey, me gonna write more often, hopefully. ive started saving, investing, living with the best two housemates i could ever ask. work with the best colleagues ever. got a new, cool lady as my new boss this year. had trips to bali, singapore, and bangkok within a year. and i bought a new car. wait that's not all. im married too. a whole new chapter about that some other time.

so how are we in our resolution this year ? =)

keep writing so you can gather scattered thoughts. stay motivated, and keep that dream alive beyb.

Short writing on sightseeing.

Writing is a remedy.

Seeing all those great books and film made out of it. Inspires me to one day in my life be able to leaave something behind to.

Is it too late to start writing again?

Today was another hot walk. Although the roofs and integrated rail stations hovering us from the striking weather, it never failed to make my skin itch and scaly (saking dry-nya) which I knew later was an actual skin disease that happens to people who are used to the tropical climate, but came to this kind of land with the kind of weather that hits 18 degrees celcius. Hence the blotches from my scratches. Great.

I love seeing the little ticket vending machines surrounding the station, more than that in Malaysia. And obviously, I don’t often get to see this sight back in my country. You can tell busy people roaming with a preset destinations in their head, like the place was a hive. Quickly in and out as an expert in using those machines that pour out coins and tickets. Playing around with it and people watching has its own sense of excitement. something that you don’t do everyday.

The train was jammed. Unlike an empty LRT at Sri Petalling Station, once u hop on to BTS – at any BTS station- it is like going in a monorail in the middle of Bukit Bintang. Crow-ded. Good thing though us Indonesians *hashtag* were never exempted from being the ones who eventually got on board knowing how much more competitive it can be in a situation exactly like it in Indonesia. (By the way, we unconsciously kept doing the hashtag trend everytime someone made even the sligtest a mockery out of the country. Eventually, it became a habit)

The train moves steady in the air, cutting Bangkok and its high buildings in half. You can see them alongside to the left and right. Amazing. I cant imagine the city without it. Maybe that is the reason why the price for public transportation is a tad higher here. Compared to the bus we rode which only cost us around 8 baht. Man, that’s a bronze coin. Imagine it like a single aluminium rupiah coin you can use to take a ride in the city. So damn cheap. Anyways, taking the train to Phaya Thai cost us ten twenty (10.2), then switch for another thirty four. Stop by at Mc Donalds for Brunch in Siam Paragon, then off we went to try on the cruise at Chayo Praya River.

Boy it was a crowded ride alright. After standing to wait in lines for around 20 minutes we all hopped in the back of the boat, starting at the Sathorn, Taksin Central Pier when the ticketing lady would go around asking tickets for fifteen baht. Great view it was in the middle of the day. Though I could not find a sense of tranquility in the ride regardless the meditating view of the river waves and all sorts of boats, cruises and yachts fenced by modern buildings of all sorts standing as long as the eyes can see on each side of the river bed. Not a mistake going through the crowd to get to the front deck, because we ended up finding seats there. On the way, I saw some locals doing selfie images which was very much the same like in our hometowns except these ones obviously had no embarassment or whatsoever doing it when people are basically standing next to eachother.

Speaking of selfie, people here I reckon tends to be more self conscious of their self image. Maybe that’s an understatement since I, live in the rurals rather than the big cities myself. Maybe in Jakarta its common to see a person seem like he or she put on costumes. outifts so revealing. flawless faces and skinny postures. I can spot a young teen in his student uniform crossing the road and all the while was brushing his hair neat. Two ladies wearing off-shoulder dresses infront of me, gleeningly smiling to the self hold camera, complete with a striking pose and orange colored lips.  Young hipsters with a playlist track icons tattooed on his wrist. Then, almost every women had their eyebrows done too.

Just off the pier again we came to a traditional market that sells random stuff from flowers (for rituals in the temples0, to food and beverages. Overall the midday was so different compared to at night time. It was hot as hell. I could instantly feel migrain approaching. Eyes watery as the cold I had was getting worse.

There is nothing to else to do except write at night. At times like this, the trip feels like a bore and a waste. But none of us were in a prime state after spent breathless and wreck from 3-days water sport excursion at Krabi. Bangkok is just like Jakarta plus the BTS train. Going anywhere means leaving the warm cozy protection of the hotel and fighting the cold in the night in and out using the public transport. The demo gotten more packed as the sun down, we didn’t want to get caught in it either.

Next, The Madam Tussauds. I bet I could be bored seeing it in a wee couple more hours. How’d a house full of dead, white, un-living candles shaped like a human figure gotten that famous anyway? Not to mention expensive? It can throw a whole economic boost to a pool of my fellow boatsman in Kuin Floating Market. Too bad I was busy taking pictures for friends than to read and touch every single thing readable and touchable there for visitors interactions. Seeing some of the history of these prominent figures makes you so want to become somewhat more than as shallow and insiginicant as your current state.

I love my friends. That’s for sure. This trip isnt just abut walking around sightseeing, and into expensive park entries. Most of it is about instant living and move-in together with five very unique and charming people, really got to know a segment of each other lives, and most importantly – creating lifetime worth of memories full of laughters, joy and simply savouring a spontaneous lives for a brief grace period. So, do enjoy travelling while you can :)

Taare Zameen Par Movie

Taare Zameen Par a hindi movie. Very inspiring one. Teaches how each person that are brought the world has their own distinct talents. When the world demands accountants, financial consultants, doctors and other prestigious and highly paid most favoured jobs, theres this one kid one where once nobody could understood him other than his obnoxious attitude, incapable self dicipline, or how the letters seems to dance infront of his eyes, as it turns out he was diagnosed dyslexic.

Amir khan himself starred and directed this, which brings me down to tears. So heroic and a very bold act of altruism, when he concerns so much for the child in particular and polishes him until he came out not only above average student, but also a star in the end. 

Intriguing. Moral added values. Great shots and just perfect portions of animations added. Plus i'd like to say that it was colorful, sappy in good times and cute too seing the bunch of kids and their pure joys. A real freshener for the drama genre.

Reverse.

She started calling mom, mama too. Maybe since evryone in the house does. 

I never knew the difference, thought it was because of the post operation done when the medic world could get her feces out eventually. Thought she was so relieved from once having a hard time pooping that got her now so cheery.

She likes the attention of showing how accomplished she is at grasping her own fingers together and hold them both up. Or seeing that everyone cracked up so wildly finding out she was groning in pain at nothing when paman abdi,mthe very so skillful traditional massager, was actually pretending and in fact did not touch her at all.

Its true. Shes starting to lose some memories and beginning to act as a child.

Some people regard it as a misfortune. I see it is easier now to please her. She doesnt think unnecesarry thoughts as much. The life and stuff she left behind. Her life became so simple that all she cares about is going along with the daily routines and give best effort in curing herself.

By this rate she might not remember her other son at all soon enough. The black pawn of the family. One who once she sacrificed her life and every penny for, the well-being and wealth of some other long distance families that i never met (result of my grandad's polygamy act), and dragged mine too almost into separation because of him screwing around with debt collectors, police force and illegal associates for as long as he lived.

We dont know where he's at. And wont even try to find out as long as grandma never asked for him. 

The question is, will she ever?

Take A Breather.

I wish everyday was this easy.

I wish i could go home enjoying the usual sceneries and whats left of the sun

.. Thinking how grateful i am for the day

.. For it exact is.

For what had happened and what have not.

I wish i could trap this occasional compassion in me.

Coz it felt like it had only been yesterday that i wondered where it was for a brief moment, the familiar nerve wreck that triggers somewhere in me that similar ache, assumptions, and dissappointment;

Which leads to my own never ending negativities. A series of time wasters. And a great way to reck the rest of the day with.

Hit the break. Patience, win -win, and surrender. Thats what i tell myself. Before i end up doing anything i regret.

Sigh. Lord I pray I'll always be included in one of who You guide.

( 5 pm on a usual workday )

Miss u, baby.

Noura, i miss her.

Miss her laughs

Her bounce

Her crippled face when she bumps her head

Her anticipation

Her stories told with pure body gestures that are immensly cute

Her arm brace

Her weight sleeping on me

Her wide eyes

And a pair of eyelash so beautiful that it hurts to see them wet

Her giggles

Her teeth sounds grinding down ice

Her whimper when she pleads for something

Her baby talk 

And her cute little acts finding herself infront of a mirror

Her showing off teeth

Her 'ooh' face and the accompanying index finger shooting out

Her loving kiss 

Her habbit of dragging someone by the finger

And i miss her  peaceful face sucking in a thumb while sleeping,

and the old tali guling tht she cnt sleep without.

Youre my inspiration, baby.

And still i have glimpse of u every now and then

The times we spent together

Are ones i cherish and look forward to

May He the Guardian look after you. Always.

Antee.

Au Revoir.

Who are we to think so hard what it is? 

One thing i respect a persons privacy. And we came to know when a person needs one.

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I know you say that everyone looked happy knowing your leaving. But just for you to know. Im happy seeing you believe in yourself. In what you want. And really took actions and responsibility for it. Im glad you faced it, what you dislike and you pursue what you truly wants, without letting ppl diss you or made you show event a hint of doubt. Such a nice example in the middle of crowd that hates but still do what they do. And proud of their whining.

Well, go you and all the very best for your future endeavours  *cheers