Bali Photo Diary



24/7: 21

Eyes are closed and hands are linked together in clenches. A little girl's scream is her utter candidness towards flying. The wheels starts moving and there's a very loud silence heard from the engine machine until the plane takes off. Buildings and houses gets smaller as we fly higher. The ground rushes so fast in the air as if we're motionless, and I think, I am never so close to floating clouds, to the purple evening sky, something I always gaze at on my way home everyday. Everything is just as beautiful as any other day yesterday, only today I'm only a glass window away from it.

From my window seat I see the sky gets older by night. Then I started to question whether stars really exist because all I can see are plane lights. Are we at the highest point of stratosphere yet? Half-buried in my own thoughts I confide to sad songs on my playlist. Jason Mraz -  Plane. About how I can't see any house from here. Or how to hand a square of the airport. How I think human sadness are somewhat self-taught because all babies cry when they were born. How in a few hours I will yet again commemorate another anniversary of blankness and prodigy; getting older.

24/7 to me is July twenty fourth, 1996. I was born on a Wednesday, and I picture it to be a quiet summer day  with a chance of wonderment. My parents decided to name me after their names, featuring the blonde supermodel Schiffer, and the bountiful Mrs. Gorbachev. I am only a day old and a fist small but they have put such a glorious devotion to me. But who I am now is not who I am a thousand years from now. Bodies will be decayed and names will be forgotten. Like footsteps on the sand, all will be vanished in a wave roll. Even these words I have been trying to pull for the past hours will somehow be eaten up by time. And unless I'm someone's Bella Luna, no one will ever sing an ode of me or reread my writings every night just to put themselves to sleep. Even if someone did write my name in calligraphies, it will only be a placeholder between oblivions. C'est la vie.

Throughout the years I experience the things that have brought such a turning point on the way I see life. Being left alone in an empty street, somewhere between running away and coming back home. Sadness is time-consuming. Mourned, I look over the choices I unconsciously made. How things would have ended differently if I had used little less logic. Heart was broken into shatters but no apologies were ever offered. Those morning yawns and evening glees, where did they go? People carved paths only to go separate ways and I wish friendship lasted but sometimes bonds are only flukes. Life happens 24 hours a day, 7 days a week but it never promised to be exactly like yesterday. All I'm trying to do is keep up.

24/7 to me is a matter of perspective; all those time I've lost or all the time I have to start over. I choose to see it as a chance to start again, making peace with fate. I reassure myself that things happen for a reason. Replacing beliefs with scenarios, preparing for consequences. The sun is warmer today and my heart is lured away by the scent of late summer days. Dancing to new tunes never felt so good. Old flame flung and I'm getting to know love even better from a distant way. Life blossoms and blooms again.

24/7 to me is chasing dreams. To do the impossible. To complete all the checks on my bucketlist. To travel India for months and dance in the streets of Rio like the scene in Twilight. To be a friend to someone over their 5-minute-long crying sound through voice note, or through silly videos we recorded when we were drunk. We will laugh at every weird shape of avocado until our faces hurt. I'll love. Every little insect, and every giant tree. Both myself and the people around me, including actors and singers and writers that don't have any idea that I exist. I'll meet the one and we'll fall hopelessly in love. We'll buy Balinese hippie buddha statues in every color to put on our living room tables. Our children will be named after our muses and we'll grow old together riding bikes and chasing sunsets.

24/7 is... what goes without saying...
I just hope your heart is as calm and serene as the skies above me as I'm writing this...

July 23rd,
somewhere between Jakarta and Bali,



Japan 2016

This might be a super duper late post but yeah almost a year ago I went to Japan for a short getaway. I went on September, so don't expect to see any sakura flower on this post. Overview, I visited a few cities, tried a lot of Japanese food, and most importantly, had a lot of fun! So let's go back to my Japan trip because who would wanna miss such an exciting story? - more like, me, in the office, running out of tasks to do.

DAY 1: Arriving in Japan, I'm amazed by all the crazy technology they have in here. Starting from automatic buttons on the toilets and even hotel rooms. Which function I figure by guessing its illustration, since I don't understand japanese. Vending machine is also everywhere around Japan. Believe me when I say everywhere. One thing I already learned few hours after I stepped foot on Japan, is that I should've learned Japanese. Guys, do it while you can.

So most exciting thing to do today is I get to visit Universal Studios Japan, which by the way, is very big and super crowded. Note that it wasn't even the holiday season. It wasn't even the weekends! I'm only given a few hours to explore the place - F tour! - so I don't manage to get on a single ride or watch any of the shows (beside the show on the street obviously), simply because the queue is freaking long! Same goes to the restaurants. I figure that most visitors are actually the Japanese themselves rather than international tourists. After that I stroll around Dotonburi and get dinner.

DAY 2: Visiting the Kiyomizu Temple in Kyoto, where I find women walking in Kimono. Or Yukata. Can hardly differentiate between the two. Anyway I find there are many souvenir and snack shops here. Enjoying the shopping and walking around more than the temples heheheh. Among all the delicious snacks to feast on, I have my favorite that I...forgot the name. BUT, I remember it is some kind of a triangle made from a thin pancake... well it's more like Indonesian dadar gulung rather than pancake. It has red bean fillings (available with other fillings too)... Anyone knows the cake I'm talking about? I really love it! And it has reasonable price, too (considering most things in Japan are pretty expensive). But it's such a shame that I only buy a box, and they are only available in Kiyomizu...

Things get pretty exciting at the Fushimi Inari when I find a shop where I can rent Yukata! After seeing women walk around the temple, I just can't help it. Then I search the perfect one for myself to wear around the Fushimi Inari. It was this soft pink Yukata with floral pattern with big red obi belt. Along with the Yukata, they rent me a pair wood sandals and a clutch to put my things into. I feel like locals already!

DAY 3: On the fastest train ride in the world, the bullet train, or I should say, Shinkansen. The train is really fast (obviously) and unbelievably comfortable. Another amazed-by-Japanese-technology moment. I visit the Gotemba Premium Outlets, where things are so... not Japan likely, a.k.a expensive hahaha. Here you can get clothes, and bags, and shoes at below their retail price. Although you won't find any new collection, but everything still look as good as new arrivals. What a catch!

Then I'm off to the famous Mount Fuji. The fifth station to be exact. This is the gateway to climbing the mountain and can easily reached by car/bus. It's a really foggy day so I can't really see Fuji-San clearly. However, I take tons of touristy pictures there, just because. I also eat some roasted corn and buy some souvenirs for God-knows-who, but apart from that, it's also a really windy day + it's a higher ground, and I don't bring my jacket. I hop from shop to shop to warm myself hahaha! Looking at my utterly happy faces on the pictures now you know what I actually feel at that moment: COLD!

After all this coldness drama I finally arrive at the hotel, where there is also this hot water bathing facility, Onsen, the one a friend has been talking about ever since I get to Japan. Which I'm excited about, until I read the instruction. I have to be naked. Butt-naked naked. No-single-string-allowed naked. Since it's considered as dirtying the bath. But I'm on my period - #THANKFUL #EXCUSE - and decide not to go.

Glad I did capture this on my snapchat hahah!

DAY 4: Another day I've been waiting for! Today I'm visiting Tokyo Disneysea. Dreamy is such an understatement for this place. Mermaid lagoon is too pretty to be real. Favorite little thing about this place - beside the cute character hats and popcorn buckets - is the visitors who wear costumes! They usually come in a group of people with the same character costumes. They dress from Hogwarts students, to Mister Potato Head gang members.

DAY 5: My last day here :( I go to Tokyo Tower that surprisingly looks identical to...Eiffel Tower??? Although unlike Eiffel, Tokyo Tower is red in color. Here -beside taking mandatory touristy pictures-I buy so many Tokyo bananas for me to bring home yay! Which by the way, still can't replace the red bean pancake I found in Kiyomizu. Then before I go shopping around Ginza, I have my one last Japanese lunch in... some area... I forget the name, sorry. It was one year ago-and I'm a grandma-so don't blame my memory!

A real candid picture obviously 

Overall I'm very much in love and man, five days is too short. Definitely would love to come back!


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