Scribbles from My Life

10:29 AM Jakarta City The air feels too cold from my office room in the 21st floor. I would like to think that winter has returned to me but no, it's a different kind of cold; it's this air circulating through the machine called air conditioning that is filled with non-ecofriendly refrigerant. It is so unnatural. I am one of probably the 20% of Jakartan who is lucky enough to be sitting in my own office room rather than doing the jobs that requires me to be outdoor in such rainy season. And yet, I cannot be thankful. It is looking pretty blurry outside my window, it's raining cats and dogs. The city sky scrappers seemed to be fighting the force real hard, standing tall despite the moody weather. Right outside the entrance lies a stretch of road jammed with cars fighting to pass through, each seemed too tired repeating this routine everyday. The man who greeted me cheerfully every morning at the car entrance is now covered in his yellow raincoat, probably too afraid t

I turned off my car’s engine and stopped in front of the blue-colored house. Its high gates seem to tell me that I am not welcomed here. I closed my eyes, still seated in the driver seat, took a deep breath and hold it for a while until I feel like my chest was going to explode, and then exhaled slowly. “That, one day, will be our house. We shall believe and pray. Amen.” He pointed to the glass covered apartment buildings that lies a few meters from us, so gigantic that they still seem near from where we were standing; at an old housing estate on the city side. My eyes widened, looking at the glittering reflections from the building, feeling his heat beside me under the scorching sun that’s burning. Still, he made me feel comfortable. He made me wanted to believe in him. I was hopeful, I was happy. It was the time when we both just graduated. We were young and silly. All we wanted to be was being together. I did not mind going around this metropolitan city to accompany him fin

Morning Nice People, Today's title might be shocking/heavy/weird to some of you. Might be because you know me personally and think that I am crazy or some other reasons. Human minds are the most creative in coming up with stories. In the time span that I have been absent from publishing anything, I actually typed a lot of things. A lot of posts that ended up in drafts section. It got me wondering why I am writing these posts and what are the appropriate things to post. But that's what others' judgement do to you sometimes. You got too scared, you lose yourself. So anyway, here I am still writing because I like to rant and sometimes, people need to know they have someone else out there going thru things they are going thru. Hopefully I can brighten someone's day or I can get input from people thru this when I needed one:) Anywaaay. In between that last post to now, life taught me things quite abit. Along those times I realized there are missing things I need to ca