A Home For My Thoughts

Tomorrow is 2016. Time runs so fast. I still remember the first day on 2015, I felt that “Okay.. it gonna be next 12 months”. But time runs so fast. So fast. I felt it’s still January, but yesterday I realize that it is December already. Oh well..   What had happened in 2015? As a life, there are always 2 opposite things. Like happiness and sadness. Like black and white. Like up and down. I felt it much. I remember when I went to Jakarta 2 times in a month. I moved to a new place, a place that wouldn’t be my choice but now I am used to it *unless, someone who always ask me to resign and move back to my lovely place*. First half of year 2015 was great. And next half of year 2015, problems comes one by one. No use to write the problems but yeah problem just a problem. Also I have to wait more… ok.. no problem *it used to be a problem, but now*. I did cried a lot and more often than usual. Just to release the burdens. My mind couldn’t remember a...

Ok.. now I want to write about safety level of walking in Malang and Surabaya Well.. I love to walk. I often walking. Why? Because I am lazy to exercise so this is the only one simple sport that I can do everyday hahaha *an excuse* When I was in Malang, I walked a lot. Walking to campus, to my work place, to closest mall, even to somewhere that located a bit far from my place. I love to walk when I was in Malang. Because Malang air always refreshing and it is safe to walk everytime even at midnight *I did it often*. Yeah this is the simplest exercise that people can do. I walked at least 30mins a day, if I am not going anywhere. But I did more than that. Especially after raining, hmmm Malang is so beautiful and the best thing that you can do is walking enjoying Malang. And now... I am staying in Surabaya. I tried to walk, but everytime I walk I feel like people look at me and feel like "hey, who are you walking on my area!",  and never feel safe. People always talk to me ...

Now I found the reason why I really love to be under the rain. Last night mom told me about how I love the rain drops. When I was kid, daddy was riding motorbike, and I sat in front. For some people, it is not safe. But for me, it is interesting. A lot. When raining, and I sat in front, I always love to feel the raindrops on my hands and face even sometimes “drink” it. It is totally fine and fun. Well.. maybe dad and mom just a bit angry to me. They thought that it is not safe to ‘drink’ the raindrops. But I love it, even now. I mean I don’t drink it anymore, I just feel the raindrops on my hands, my face. I thought it is only I was kid that’s why I love under the rain. Every kids love it. I remember that I love to do it. But it is the thing that I always do when raining now. It is like healing. What kind of healing? From stress, from everything. When I feel that I need to be alone, to introspect myself, raining will be the best thing for me. feel ...