The Love on the Road Series (this one will be long, please don’t get tired) You left me those vivid memories with blurry images of yours. He did run to you when you asked him to walk slowly in to your space, he crossed the districts to find you, took the risk to meet you, gave his precious times to spend with you, to walk … Continue reading Love on the Road: That One Guy
Which might sound awful. Like many other nights, for this last one month, tonight, I cannot sleep well. Five minutes to 2 a.m what is written on my desktop as I start writing this and my eyes are full awake. Various things are crossing my mind now, all about life, my life and the other people’s, which is affected. There are various unraveled stories through … Continue reading 2 A.M Rant
We, Indonesian celebrated our 72nd Independence Day on August 17th, 2017. On that day, which was just couple days ago, all my social media’s feed was filled with abundance pictures of festive Independence Day celebration from various places in entire archipelago, when I saw this one horrible news slipped in among of it from my Barcelona friend. He shared an attack that happened on the … Continue reading Love Around the World
Agree or disagree, one of various things that could affect the beautiful visual of a city is its street; its cleanness, decoration, and also influenced by the rows of buildings on both sides of the street. It was Sunday morning when I reached the center city of Granada after having two and half hours bus ride from Lobras, about 90 km southeastward. On the weekend, … Continue reading The Empty Streets of Granada
He came out strong! Without the basic courtesy, he started the conversation with a strong question that succeeded to make my mouth stretched inches wider than its usual maximum stretch. I was hesitated to answer his questions at first since it was one of types that I usually avoided to have with just anyone whom I just met. However, he was patiently waiting for me. … Continue reading Love on the Road (I): The One Who Stays the Strongest!
I am almost broke, but I am alive. I am shaking, but still standing. I am alone, but not lonely. I am healthy. I have crossed few countries in the last half year; I have stopped in various cities, I have walked my ups and more downs paths, I have been running away, just too finally come back to where I used to be. … Continue reading Half Year Achievements
This will be a story about a kindness of local, a food, and a warmness of an old lady who once prepared the food, instead of just selling it. Halmeoni Joah (할머니좋아), a Korean food store which was run by an old lady (halmeoni) located only steps away from a guesthouse where I stayed during my trip to Jeju. It wasn’t a real name of … Continue reading Halmeoni Joah
Apart from my holidays, my daily life is apparently plain. It’s a 7 to 5 work life with little myself time after dinner. Not much to do with those remains hours after working hours. Only on the weekends I get additional one or two hours depends on how early we leave the office, which is influenced by the big boss. With that additional time, I … Continue reading My Weekends
Why do you post in English? I have received few reactions from my friends (of course not the close ones) who finally made their ways to my Little Orange World, which I predicted would appear when I first decided to write this blog in English. That prediction which also made me reluctant to share my blog anywhere on my social media, especially FB (which now … Continue reading Why bother English?
Before deciding to share about this, I was eager to continue posting my South Korea trip, but I was lack of idea about how to write it, I share a glimpse of Rambu Solo (funeral ceremony) of my late grandfather (from my late mom’s side) instead. The ceremony was held in July 2010, about more than half year after he was gone. Since I am … Continue reading A Glimpse of Nene’ Bilong’s Rambu Solo
Ah, kali ini pake bahasa Indonesia dulu. Bukan EYD pastinya karena aku selalu lemah di situ. Cerita kali ini, masih terinspirasi dari group chat Seoul. Iya, aku tau aku susah move on, bahkan cenderung gak mau move on. Kali ini bukan cerita dari Seoul, tetapi di negara tentangganya, Jepang, tepatnya di Shibuya. Lebih tepatnya lagi cerita tentang suatu hari di musim semi, saat aku dan … Continue reading Once Upon A Time at Shibuya
