Peaceful Face

I met this peaceful face on my visit to the Royal Palace in Phnom Penh earlier this month. Sitting under a tree, on the side way leading to the exit gate.The old Red Meranti, or Cannonball tree, seemed to hug him into the folds of its aged trunk. And this face looked like it enjoyed the comfort of the hug. Continue reading

My Best Nine 2015-part I

Is it too late to reflect on 2015? By the phrase “reflect on”, I mean the (used-to-be) popular Instagram #2015bestnine post.

Yes? Too late? I will still write this post anyway hahaha..

I have prepared this post’s draft on December 27, 2015. The date I discovered about this website  following a post from @titatutu, the owner of this cute blog. However, I have a chronic disease of a part-time blogger who struggle with writing regularly. Most of the time, I managed to write a blog post when I have more important task to do that due in 24 hours or so. And yes. This post is no spare 😀

I’m supposed to be analyzing a set of research data, which should be reported on Monday morning (which is TOMORROW). And yet, here I am, suddenly  remembered the neglected draft about #2015bestnine. My brain voluntarily told the fingers to click on the WordPress tab rather than the spreadsheet. Feeding the thought of guilt for failing to post another blog entry on schedule, winning it over the fear for not being able to complete the report by the deadline.

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Sepulang dari sana..

Sudah satu bulan berlalu sejak saya meninggalkan tanah Borneo. Perjalanan itu adalah pengalaman pertama saya menjejakkan kaki di sana. Satu lagi pulau besar di Indonesia yang saya kunjungi. Saya tidak menyangka akan pergi ke sana tanpa adanya acara terjadwal dari institusi. Maklum, saya ini semacam barang kargo yang biasanya bisa sampe kemana-mana karena dikirim oleh institusi hehe..

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Forces of Nature: A Dusty Valentine

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Friday, 14 February 2014. I was among the first to come and witness our lush green campus turn into velvety grey display. Grass and stones are monotone. Heavy ashes covering almost all visible surface. Not many people came to campus that day, all wearing face mask. Clearly, there would be no academic activity performed. I sighed. If it wasn’t because the next day would be student assessment day where I was in charge, I would prefer to stay at home. Shoveling the ashes off my roof before they collapsed from weight bearing.

That morning, the sun was nowhere to be found. Normally, the sun would have already rose high and shined. But instead, the sky was red and yellow. The air was choking. Roofs and streets were all covered in ashes. My eyes hurt and itchy. I looked up and realized that the sky was raining ashes. Continue reading