Indo In Waiting

Saying Goodnight, not Good Bye

2008-06-01T15:55:00.002+07:00

yes folks.

this is my very last post in this particular blog.

yes, i am closing a chapter in my life as i close this blog and it really does bring a smile to my face reading through the journey i have taken with this blog as witness during my 2 years in indonesia.

i never thought i could fall in love with indonesia the way i have fallen - and i still miss it - everything about it, the sights, the smells, the places, the memories, the people...everything...

i say good night, not good bye because i know i will keep coming back, i will stay in touch.

so much to say yet i will intentionally keep this brief...

on to my next journey now...

my close friends will know where to reach me ;)

Pasar , bahasa word meaning "Market"

2007-11-18T18:59:00.001+07:00

I went to do some trade visits with my team in one "pasar" in the outskirts of Jakarta and I was surprised once again in the feeling of "just like home" that the visit gave me. Manila and Jakarta does have a lot of similarities.

(Entering one store, sensing a movement above me, I took a snapshot of a shop boy handing down his merchandise to the waiting hands of a customer.)

Business is bustling, people jostling here and there. Each shop is practically bursting with products from floor to ceiling. Every space available is utilized and stacked with all sorts of products, mostly biscuits, snacks and powdered drinks in small sachets.
Going outside is a refreshment in itself. Took snapshots of a very creative fish vendor on a side street. His rolling shop is pure eye-candy to children at heart.

Becak (pronounced as bejak) is the number one means of transport for housewives in the pasar.

Eating streetfood cooked to perfection is one way to treat oneself for a rigorous trip to the pasar.

In a side-street cafe, you sit down to the stories of a very insightful vendor, jovial and welcoming.

there's nothing like sariwangi tea in the late afternoon for weary "bejak" drivers around the pasar

also good enough for us
(here with uci and our manager from the sales team)

Yogyakarta, Central Java - Indonesia

2007-09-26T22:14:00.000+07:00

if you look closely, you can see the outline of a buddha sleeping it is said that after building the temple of borubudur, buddha himself came to the mountains to rest

it must be the earthquakes, but my friends and i based here in jakarta just sort of decided that it's about time, yet again, to explore indonesia besides the usual trip to bali. we decided, we will go to yogyakarta (jogja as the locals like to call it).

actually around the month of may last year, this particular part of indonesia suffered a massive blow from a 7.o magnitude earthquake, so we kind of figured that it will be highly unlikely that another earthquake in this part of indonesia will strike. we know as well as everyone else that this reasoning is so stupid. but seriously, we went because of the ever so famous 'borubudur" (buddhist temple, the largest single buddhist temple in the world) and "prambanan" a hindu temple. indonesia's history is so rich and varied - it has gone through various conflict-ridden changes as leaders changed and the result - a diverse history as diverse as the beautiful paintings i bought along the streets of mario boro (yogyakarta's "quiapo")

first stop: borubudur

maira posing by the carved walls of borubudur (can you just imagine that they built this place using animal power and slave labor, stacking all these lava blocks one by one and then afterwards carving on them?)

second stop: prambanan

we reached prambanan at night and we were just plain entranced (here with bobby, trinka and maira)after dinner with the fantastic view of prambanan at night, we watched a Rama and Sita play at the open-air theater. all the foreigners there, including us, were just transfixed. the ballet was pretty long though.the following morning, we decided to go back to see prambanan in daylight
can you just imagine how people mill about this place a thousand years ago?

third stop: The Sultan's Water Palace

Well, this place channels Rome to me. Anyway, our guide was saying that during that time, the Sultan actually had more than 50 wives and around 73 children. Everyday, he will peer though his turret and choose a wife to spend the night with. Wow.

Nice shot Trinks :)

Due to popular demand: Life's Unexpected

2007-09-26T22:13:00.000+07:00

Guys, grabe -- just experienced for myself first hand a 7.5 magnitude earthquake just a little past midnight last night here in jakarta. I was watching TV with the laptop on trying to finish a presentation when it happened. At first I thought I was hearing "creaking sounds" -- the kind of sound I usually hear when a strong wind hits the building I was staying in -- but this was continuous and louder. I realized it was an earthquake when I literally felt the building sway and I stood up, swaying heavily on my feet.

I was panicked. I ran to the room to grab a pair of shorts since I was only in a long night shirt, picked up my house keys and opened the front door leading to the elevator directly for my unit. I realized that the elevator may not be safe enough so I bolted to the back door and headed straight for the stair well. By this time, large pieces of paint from the ceiling and from the walls we're falling on me --- and I really thought that my chances of survival was really nil (to none!).

I was on the 16th floor.

So you can just imagine the long run I had to make and with bare feet at that. I checked 3 times which floor I have covered 9-5-1 and then finally the ground floor. I was muttering to myself, "God help us" the whole way because even if I cannot see people in front of me or behind me, I can hear their panicked shouts and voices coming from everywhere. I cannot describe fully my feeling during the mad rush going down. All I can think about was to get out of the building as fast as I can and to pray.

Once outside, the other residents of the cluster of buildings gathered in the open space near the pool and I met a lot of single people also living alone in their units and we all huddled together For some reason, families huddled together and singles huddled together. As if the nearness of similar circumstanced people brings a certain wave of comfort. We all kinda knew how each felt like - mothers and fathers hugging their young sons and daughters, we single people with arms around ourselves talking about the cons of living alone at a time like this. Met a lot of new friends last night. Most of us, like me, forgot to grab anything - no cellphone, no nothing.

It was during the relief of coming out and seeing other people that I realized the fullness of what just happened. It made me start to think about so many things, it's so funny actually how near-disaster situations like this make you see your personal priorities so clearly. And I thank God for the grace of that learning.

Anyway, the one other reason why I am sending out this e-mail to all of you is to try and warn you to be more ready than I was for times like this. I know that most of you live (or have friends who live) in high-rise buildings. Some essentials you must remember.

1. Keep all valuables in one bag (passport, jewelry, documents)

2. In this same bag, put a FLASHLIGHT, a water bottle, maybe even an extra old phone with some sim card load

I was lucky that even with a 7.5 magnitude quake, the electricity did not go out but I can just imagine how much more panicked I would have felt if it did and I have no way to see where I was going.

I was also lucky that the building was able to withstand the quake and can safely go back after a few hours to belatedly pack this emergency bag. I wouldn't have been able to go out of the country or something if the situation worsened etc. with no passport and all.

For those living on their own in a foreign country, make sure to have friends to call and contact for emergencies. I will be forever grateful to trinka, maira and ramy who came to my rescue and who I spent most of the morning with just shaking off the fear and the shock.

Stay safe people and hope this helps you guys prepare for life's unexpected.

Rex Tag

2007-08-28T22:17:00.000+07:00

Ok fine just to indulge my friend Rex, who tagged me...

Tagging rules:

• Write 8 facts about yourself.
• In the 8 facts, you share 8 things that your readers don’t know about you. At the end, you tag as much other bloggers to keep the fun going. (Sorry had to change this a bit, got lazy again.) Each blogger must post these rules first.
• Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
• At the end of the post, a blogger needs to choose as much people to get tagged and list their names.
• Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Truth #1. My biggest physical flaw are my very tiny feet. They're 4 and a half supporting my 5 foot tall self. A lot has adviced me, whether seriously or in jest, to shop at the kids section. I have tried but I find myself unable to face the embarrassment.

Truth #2. I am two chapters into a chic lit book that I need to finish in the spirit of a New Year's Resolution this year.

Truth #3. My eyes mist over when I see orphans, really old people alone in the streets and blind people. They call upon me to try and do something with this world. And I get reminded that I am going to start with my own family. I have a lot already within my own family circle who need my help.

Truth #4. I'm a journal-ler. I have about 5 sets of notebook journals scattered around my apartment and less than 10 word documents tucked here in there. I write when I feel like it. (Not the same for my blog though, sorry. I guess the act of writing with a pen and paper is more natural for me.)

Truth #5. I regret not letting my classmates copy from me in school. Looking back now, I think it's foolish and totally un-necessary.

Truth #6. I love travelling but not for the reason to see more of the world but to see more of me. I find myself in the exploration of new places whether intended or not. I just do. And I love it when it happens.

Truth #7. Taking photos gives me the greatest calm. I don't know why but there is something about looking through lenses that gives perspective to even the most stressful life situation.

Truth #8. I just got engaged last June 7, 2007 while vacationing in Brisbane, Australia. Never expected it to happen for me no matter how much I wished it would. I now truly know the meaning of a happy cry.

I am tagging the ff. people:

My most admired person to-date, Joy

My ballerina friend, Jacqui

Share Bear friend, Annalee

meaning in the attempt

2007-04-28T19:16:00.000+07:00

this phrase struck me watching a film the other day. and now i try to put it into some real life context - well most writings and/or rambling will always be about who you are so i won't even deny the fact that what i write about is about who i am.

so speaking of this phrase, most people in life find the guts to do things that are difficult, and since it is difficult, most times people fail. but even in failure, so much meaning can be derived --- it comes from the attempt itself --- and i guess that's the main reason why this ordinary phrase prompted me to write on my blog after such a long time.

'meaning in the attempt' - i could write an entire book on this thought. but maybe i will reserve that for later. or at least 'attempt' to - anyway there's meaning to it...right? right. what a bummer. i'm just plain lazy these days.

Women of Hanoi

2007-02-23T23:25:00.000+07:00

Dreamland 1

2006-12-11T00:13:00.000+07:00

Dreamland 2

2006-12-11T00:05:00.000+07:00

Nev Surfin' in Bali 1

2006-12-10T23:19:00.000+07:00

Nev Surfin' in Bali 2

2006-12-10T23:07:00.000+07:00

Surprisingly, A Prayer

2006-10-02T15:21:00.000+07:00

When people look at me, they see someone strong. Put together. Got everything figured out. Smart. Has everything laid out for her.

I am proud to be that person. I am proud that I am “able” to be that person. So I really am not denying the fact that I indeed am that person…

Thing is…I get tired…

I have been strong for so many people in my life. And I continue to play that role. I like playing that role. I take pride in taking that role. But sometimes, just sometimes I want to be just me, true to what I am feeling. During those moments of weakness (or plain humanity), I just want to open up and say my fears out loud. Say to the world that I need taking care of sometimes. That I am strong but not really.

And I desperately, desperately want someone to understand exactly what that means.

I don’t mean to say I give up. I like being that strong person please don’t get me wrong. It’s just that, there are times when I just want to uncoil. Relax. Show the fact that I am but human. Imperfect. That I am not strong and independent and put together 24/7. I sometimes just want to have a shoulder to cry on just because… Someone to get tired with. Someone who will hold me and understand and would just let me show how vulnerable I am. Who would listen. Who would understand how tiny and insignificant I am yet at the same time whisper how special I am to him, her, them. I want to be accepted for all that I am, not just a part of me but ME. Nothing chosen, nothing highlighted. Come to think of it, this thought brings a whole new meaning to the line, “I just want to be accepted for who I am.” I’ve heard that a thousand times but it never really resonated as much as it resonates to me now.

I immediately sense when someone pushes me back to be that strong person. I sense when people in my life need and want me to be that person. I sense it. I know they need me that way because it gives them a sense of calm and confidence that I can take care of everything. And when it comes to people I love and value in life, I find myself rising to the occasion.

But I get tired…

I do…

And I get lonely being tired and not being allowed to get tired…no one seems to understand why I get the way I get when I get tired…

And since there is no one willing to indulge me in that tiredness, surprisingly I find myself turning to myself for strength. Then, I find myself turning to Him. Because the truth is, He is the only one who understands exactly why I need to get tired. Because the truth is, I have no one else to get tired with but Him.

But the irony of it all is, whenever I do get tired and I turn to Him, He would tell me to go on being strong because He needs me to carry the cross that he has entrusted to me so lovingly. And I find myself following His bidding…

And I go on…

Hmnnn...Europe

2006-09-15T13:32:00.000+07:00

Over lunch, my office friend Nuning regaled the lunch group with stories about her 4 week vacation in Europe. She was saying that she is very, very happy with her trip despite the fact that she is now bankrupt and got stuck in Paris while trying to make her way to Barcelona. I admire her for her bravery, travelling to Europe on her own, planning her own itenerary. I was surprised to find out that she actually stayed with a friend that she just happened to meet on a plane during one of her business trips to India. She met this French guy on a plane and became fast friends with him enough to plan this whole Europe trip in his company, two weeks of which is spent living with him and his family somewhere in Southern France. (How Posh!) The best part of it, she says, is the fact that nearing the end of her 4 week holiday, the French Guy and her became a couple. Talk about stories the stuff of fairy tales!

Her story actually gave me another reason to marvel on my learning that life is really what you make out of it. God gives you what he can then guides you through signs, through other people but really, major turns on your life really depends on you. That's the beautiful paradox of the gift of free will. My friend Nuning for example just one day decided on a plane that she would befriend this French Guy and the rest is as they say history. She took the plunge of actually spending over 4,000 US dollars to make her Europe trip, saw Spain, Paris, Amsterdam, South France and so much more. She is an inspiration and a source of deep awe. Her story poses a challenge...she said that nothing can replace seeing Europe -- Paris, specifically, as a single person (meaning without your significant other if with someone) -- it gives you an erotic mystic that only the lenses of being single can unravel. I wonder what that means...

Patiently Waiting

2006-09-10T17:55:00.000+07:00

It just hit me. I am indeed waiting. For something. I am not sure. It seems like it’s for an answer. To a question only half-formed. One thing’s for sure though. This mind, this thinking mind will not rest until I find that answer. I will not force it. Like most things in life. It will come. It will just happen. One lazy evening like this one. Unbidden. Out of the blue. Like most things in life.

Some people hate surprises. I used to be one of them. I’m big on planning. It’s almost second nature. But life is bigger. It doesn’t revolve around me. I am but a tiny spec. Wanting to leave an imprint. Yet wanting the comfort of insignificance. An insignificant imprint that will be significant to those who will bother to take a closer look.

Meanwhile, like an elusive fly caught inside my car, that half-formed question bugs me, but soothes me like the rising sun. Assures me that I am still here. Alive. Living my life. It brings me a sense of comfort. That mystifies me. Brings me back yet again to that ever reccurring puzzle in my mind…why…?

I take pause. Allowed the question to linger in me. Straight to my heart. My soul. Time is a friend. And I will bask. In this frustrating yet cleansing struggle. One day at a time. The answer will come. One day…

White Volcano in Bandung

2006-09-09T22:31:00.000+07:00

Strawberry Fields Forever

2006-09-09T22:25:00.000+07:00

A Piece About Love

2006-09-03T20:04:00.000+07:00

I was reading through my old journal and I came across this piece I wrote a while back and the learning once again hit me with fresh perspective. So I'm publishing it again now to share to everyone. Hope you find it helpful if relevant.

March 12

in keeping distances, in silence, in waiting

in patience, in prayer, in pain

love is expressed.

---

This message jumped right out of a book a dear friend excitedly put down in front of me and it reminded me yet again of two stories…

Someone was telling me that in boy scouting, the rule on saving somebody who is drowning is simple. First course of action is NEVER TO DIVE IN. The instinct of the one drowning is to hang on to you for dear life, bringing both of you down – so in order to save, you have to find something - a floater, a log, a rope that he can hang onto so you can pull him in. If there is nothing to pull him in with, dive in and approach from behind, unknown to him. Hurt him if needed so he won’t be trashing around as you swim him back to safety.

Ray Charles is a famous blind singer/musician. It was actually when he was about 7-8 years old that he went blind. A child being a child, it was hard for his mother not to be there for him for everything, give him his every whim. One late afternoon, he came running inside their small house, confident he has committed to memory his way around the house. But he stumbled on his feet, landing painfully on the floor. He cried out repeatedly for his mom to come to him, but his mom just stood there, silently looking on. After a few moments, realizing that his mom will not come to his rescue, Ray stood up, wiping his tears away. Every tiny sound suddenly became so clear and he started moving forward. He heard a small sound on the floor and he recognized it as the sound of an insect he liked to catch when he still had sight. He smiled and knelt on the floor, groping for the insect, catching it and playfully putting in near his ear. Suddenly he smiled toward where his mom stood motionless and said, “I know you are right there momma.” His mom rushed to hug him with tears in her eyes whispering, “You make me happy.”

---

Sometimes in accepting that the best thing to do is “to let someone grab a floater, not dive in” – “to hurt, to grope around and find their way” – we help more, love more.

"Kids at Play" are "Kids at Work"

2006-09-03T12:10:00.000+07:00

Yesterday, I've decided that I was settled in enough to entertain at my apartment. I've invited a few of my close colleagues at work, three of them are already moms and one of them is actually on the way and about to take her maternity leave. So we decided that we will also use this opportunity to bid her goodluck and congratulations for a new addition to her family.

The party was set to start at 830am. The intention was it would be a breakfast and lunch thing. They asked me to prepare Filipino dishes. I made champorado for breakfast - the best! And one of my favorite recipes from my mom, I made Tagalog Beef Steak with onion rings and potatoes. They also brought several things with them. Sweet Chinese style pancit bihon and lots of ice cream from Esye, Indonesian style Empanadas and the famous tempe (fried tofu) from Ausy, Passion fruit, Dragon Fruit and other exotic Indonesian fruits from Belinda, Sri Lankan chicken and potato cutlets from Shar, fruit juices and candies from Listra and Yulia. Lici just brought her 2 kids as she just came home from Vietnam on a business trip.

We all had a great time but I think I had the greatest time. I just got so distracted playing and taking pictures of the kids!!! They're all so cute. They reminded me why I took up photography. I've always wondered about what goes through a child's mind when he or she is at play. I believe that kids at play are actually kids at work :) Serious work. Look at the pictures c")

Washing Machine Sunday Frenzy

2006-09-03T11:35:00.000+07:00

Last weekend, I did 2 weeks worth of my laundry. I washed the whites first. (I have this false belief that washing the colors first will spoil my whites.) Then I washed the colors, which was mostly composed of colored trousers, skirts and jeans. I was reading a book quite happily throughout this ordinary chore when the machine just suddenly made very ugly noises. I was panicked. I didn't know what to do. I grabbed the user's manual and zoned in on a warning: "...hair pins, buttons and the like can cause extensive damage to the machine..." Flashes of an orange top nicely embroidered with medium-sized white sea shells danced in my memory - visions of a shell coming loose and going into the holes of the spinner. For a split second there while loading the machine, about to throw in the article of clothing in discussion, I actually paused to think: "Maybe I should just hand wash this." But the lazy switch in my brain just controlled my wrist as I flipped it in with the rest of the load. I actually loved that shirt! Oh and by the way, while I'm thinking this, my machine is getting damaged! Flashes of work men taking it away as soon as I find the warranty from somewhere in my messy files brought tears in my eyes. It's hard enough being alone here but to have to wash my clothes by hand in the next few weeks while waiting for the replacement added more stress in my already stressful life! This is why I miss my mom so much! I should have listened to her more often!

I tried opening the wachine machine door even if I know all the detergent and water will flow out of it but I was desperate. The noise really sounded terrible. But no matter how hard I yanked, it remained closed. I grabbed the manual again, this machine is too intelligent. The door will only open 3 minutes after the power turns off. The power turns off only after it finishes washing the load!!! I looked at the timer. 15 minutes. Okay, I will wait this out. 14...13...26!!! Whaaat! Why....manual says: "This machine is equipped with a Fuzzy Logic feauture...." This reminded me of a scene in "Shake, Rattle and Roll" where the refrigerator ate the head of a stupid extra. Anyway, so this machine is programmed with artificial intelligence -- one that is going haywire because of those shells!!!

How do I turn off the power...my eyes went over to the power chord...I pulled it out of it's socket, the machine died and I heard the water drain out. I waited for 3 minutes. The door finally opened. The first thing I grabbed out was the orange shirt. The embroidery was...intact!!! Suddenly, I remembered pulling out two hair pins from my hair last night and stashing them in my... jeans pocket!!! More panicked now, I took out the entire load. I thought I was too late, the pins may have already penetrated into the bowels of my beloved machine's innermost mechansim!!! Luck was on my side that day...I found the two hair pins stuck in different places in the spinner.

These two hair pins are now permanently enshrined on my washing machine. It's still working perfectly but I know it's stomach has suffered major scratching! These two hairpins will be a constant reminder that I really should be more vigilant next time. Looooong sigh.....!!!

Share Bear and Analee

2006-08-14T16:01:00.000+07:00

Just thought I'd post this for my most recent makulit visitor from the Philippines.

Hi A! Ayan may official post na si Share Bear sa blogsite ko =) Thanks for sharing him with me while you were here.

Dalaw ka ulit and next time, bring the whole gang! =)

Shanghai Crazy

2006-08-14T00:35:00.000+07:00

Went to Shanghai, China last week for a series of workshops and a few meetings. It's not really my first time in China since I've been to Beijing and Guangzhou once before but Shanghai caught me completely by surprise!

China opened up 20 years ago -- so most of the buildings erected there now are less than 20 years old -- but my gosh! Everywhere I look, I just see a sea of buildings! Shanghai is so far from the picture of China that Beijing and Guangzhou has left as an impression in me when I last visited China. Shanghai is the picture of cosmopolitan city progression. And, i found the fact that no matter how big the roads get in Shanghai, there will surely be a bicycle lane to the right side of the road very very charming indeed! Something about the past that the Shanghai-nese decided to keep for their city. I had a blast shopping in Shanghai. I finally bought that chinese baby doll dress I've wanted for so long at Nanjing Road and I got it at 70% discount!!! Not bad at all at 179 RMB!

Unwillingly Reminded

2006-08-06T22:10:00.000+07:00

(since we are on a song spree...just took a compilation cd off the rack at changi airport this morning on my way to shanghai...)

Reminded me of someone I used to be really close to in the past. If what he says is really true...my heart cries for him...my prayers are with him even if we are no longer friends now...

(the blower's daughter by damien rice)
and so it is
just like you said it would be
life goes easy on me
most of the time

and so it is
the shorter story
no love, no glory
no hero in her sky

i can't take my eyes off of you
i can't take my eyes off you
i can't take my eyes off of you
i can't take my eyes off you
i can't take my eyes off you
i can't take my eyes...

and so it is
just like you said it should be
we'll both forget the breeze
most of the time
and so it is
the colder water
the blower's daughter
the pupil in denial

i can't take my eyes off of you
i can't take my eyes off you
i can't take my eyes off of you
i can't take my eyes off you
i can't take my eyes off you
i can't take my eyes...

did i say that i loathe you?
did i say that i want to
leave it all behind?

i can't take my mind off of you
i can't take my mind off you
i can't take my mind off of you
i can't take my mind off you
i can't take my mind off you
i can't take my mind...
my mind...my mind...
'til i find someone new

How I Feel For You

2006-08-04T09:39:00.000+07:00

it felt like springtime on this february morning
in the courtyard birds were singing your praise
i'm still recalling things you said to make me feel alright
i carried them with me today, now

as i lay me down to sleep
this i pray
that you would hold me dear
though i'm far away
i'll whisper your name into the sky
and i will wake up happy

i wonder why
i feel so high though i am not above the sorrow
heavy hearted
till you call my name
and it sounds like church bells
or the whistle of a train
on a summer evening
i'll run to meet you
barefoot
barely breathing

it's not too near for me
like a flower i need the rain
though it's not clear to me
every season has its change
and i will see you
when the sun comes out again

as i lay me down to sleep
this i pray
that you would hold me dear
though i'm far away
i'll whisper your name into the sky
and i will wake up happy

(As I Lay Me Down - Sophie B. Hawkins)

Sitting in My Room

2006-07-30T10:11:00.000+07:00

I feel a certain lethargy and sadness coming into my apartment this morning. I just came from the airport having just dropped off my mom, aunt and a friend to catch their flights to Singapore. Aunt will stay for another month in Singapore to spend time with her son there. Mom to stop overnight before continuing on to Manila. Friend to go straight to Manila.
This photo was taken at 10sec exposure.

I can't believe that one and a half months has passed by as quickly as it did. Now, I trully am alone in my apartment -- not quite used yet to the stillness. First thing I did was to open my computer and filled the house with music. Then I started changing the bed sheets and the pillow cases. Saw some dirty spots on the floor and started cleaning them up. When everything was in order, I sat down in front of the computer and wrote a letter to my boyfriend. Sent it. Needing even further contact, I decided to give him a call. Our conversation lifted me up. Feeling inspired, I started making this entry.

Living alone (in a foreign country at that) for the first time in my life is something I am living through in constant paradox. I know it is something I had wanted for the longest time but the reality of it is nothing like how I imagined it. It's not always bright and happy as I had thought. It's different. The feeling of sweet independence is there but it comes with the feeling of being on your own. The feeling of freedom is there but it comes with wanting to be in constant connection.

But don't get me wrong...I am loving every minute of this self-examination. I am loving every minute of being by myself and getting this chance to understand who I am and the things that are going through in my life. I am loving the fact that I am starting to like and accept even more the person looking back at me in the mirror. I am loving the fact that what I am going through now is yet another preparatory step to the next big thing in my life.

Life is indeed bright. Like those lights outside of my bedroom window...

Taman Safari

2006-07-24T09:40:00.000+07:00