It's January 2012.

Assalamualaikum....

Happy New Year !

I believe no matter how strong the person is, there was a time when that person will lose hope. I did, in fact I always did. When I thought that I lose hope, there always something inside my heart budding and keep growing. I suppressed it, I ignored it but it just never go and when I let it be, it is growing as wide as a sky.. And it's hope. I don't know where it come from but I believe it's a gift from Allah..

You know, there is a blind girl who asked her mother what is the color of the sky and her mother told her, it's blue. Then the girl asked again, why is it blue? Her mother answered because blue is the color of hope. What is hope? She asked again and her mother said 'Hope is a feeling that you can't see but you can feel, something you can feel about what you want to be and to do'.

And I was thinking, she's right. I want to be a doctor, it's a hope. I want my parents to be happy, it's a hope. Why sometimes we loss it? I think maybe because we give up. Give up upon hope, give up to try again and most importantly give up to depend on Allah. May I not be that one kind.

When I was a child, I asked my mother why we must solat. My mother said because we must thanks Allah for everything He give, by worship to Him. What if I don't want to? Then my mother said you can't take whatever gifts that He give to you. And I asked again, How?, my mother said don't breath the air, I tried, 1 sec, 4 sec, 10 sec then 20 sec, the moment of 30 sec I inhaled hard, I must breath. I said again, next. My mother said don't live on the earth and other planets or anything similar. Where am I going? I asked. My mother said a place you created on your own, your soil, your tree, your air and everything. There's no place such that. At first I am scared but then, I knew that I depend on Allah on everything.

I believe the one who depend on Allah, they never lose hope. So, let's hope ! ^^




P/S= I hope I will not be lazy this block. Heheheheh

My Beatiful Escape.

Assalamualaikum

I m back from Bali-Bromo-Surabaya's trip. It's a long trip... Bali is so unique. I mean different. Bali is a place full with art, culture, religion and tourism of course. The architecture showed how they treasure art. Interesting ha? Heee.

I love Bali ! So beautiful, so unique, and so many handsome foreigners. Hehehehe.

Bromo is so untouched. The beauty make me always remind of Allah. I m glad that I am so lucky to be able to witness His greatness. Thanks Allah ! ^^

Surabaya, nothing much different from Jakarta. The traffic jam, the food *oh, they don't eat Nasi Uduk much in Surabaya* and the banjir-ness. Heee...

That sleepless mornning..

The special Bali's satay in Kintamani.

We waited for the mount Kintamani to appear, in the rain.

This was worth waited. Look what we got.

I love Bali.

This is actually the holy pond in Pura-Tirtha-Empul's temple *if I was not wrong*. They say, this pond never dry during the drought season and never flooded during the rainy.

This is the most expensive coffee in the world. *I don't know since I don't drink coffee, that is what they said*

A sip of variety of coffees and teas. Hmm.. Not my cup of tea. Too exotic.

In Uluwatu's temple. Name of Uluwatu was come from the word Ulu meaning the head and Watu meaning the stone. Therefore Uluwatu mean the temple that built on the tip of coral reef. If you watch closely, yes you are stepping on the coral reef.

This is Kecak's dance, we watched it in Uluwatu's temple. They say Kecak dance is a magical chant that protect the Shinta from Ravana, who fall in love with her beauty and tried to kidnap her while Laksmana (Shinta's husband) and Rama were away. This is a story that I read when I was a child.

Tiqah Nordin and I, on our early morning walk on Kuta's beach.


We watched people do some surf. Hehehehe.

The same pagoda on 50k Indonesia note in Bedugul's temple.

The memoir for the victims in the tragic pengeboman Bali 2002. Happy birthday Joey.

Saying goodbye to Bali.

Our sunrise morning in Bromo mount.

Mount Bromo.


My tourmates.


Bromo.


Sura (Ikan Yu) and Baya. The place where they fight once upon a time.. Surabaya.

Goodbye holiday ! and Happy New Year.

Holiday. Yeay !

Assalamualaikum

Well. This is the last block for my 5th Semester, Neurology and Science Behavior. This time, we called our module a 'Yellow Pages' because it's so yellow and so thick. We going to have a Christmas break for almost 2 weeks in just a few days. Yeay ! Holiday ! Hehehehe.

So, this coming holiday, I am going to Bali ! Excited? Of course... Hee. This is my first time to go to Bali. Yeay ! There's friends who will leave for Malaysia but my friends and I will leave for Bali, Gunung Bromo and Surabaya. Travel around the Indonesia. ^^

But, I think I am missing home. Should I go home instead?

I miss my two loyal fans (Alya and Aimi)

I miss the paddy field.

I miss the murtabaks.

And I miss home the most..

And I don't why, I miss the Ramadhan too.

The Things I Left Behind.

Assalamualaikum..

It's been so long. Is not that I am busy, but as usual because of I am lazy to update this blog. There's so many things happened lately. But I won't tell you. It's my secrets. Yeay. I am a cheapskate.

So far, I hope I could do so many things, and I hope I didn't do a lot of things. I hope I could finish everything I left halfway because I am too afraid to face the obstacles when I was young.

I am trying now. I am trying to catch up everything I left behind. Yes. I am a bit late. But better late than never right. Yosh Fatihah Anisah !




P/S= You know, I am not afraid to go through this pathway eventhough it going to be hard because I know everything I do because of Lillahitaala..

I Miss Home.

Assalamualaikum..

Rumah Terbuka

Makan-makan

P/S= You'll reap what you sow...