{Short Trip} : Sunda Kelapa Harbor

One of thing I like to do with my friends is having a short and -off course- a cheap one. It’s kinda hard to have that short trip lately. Mostly because of my new schedule of work which makes me have to work on Sunday.

1st week of January 2017 we finally had a chance to go out so we did. Sunda Kelapa Harbor was the destination. For me personally it was like walking down to high school memory lane. I was attending Vocational School, majoring in Tourism. So we often having a sight seeing tour around Jakarta and Sunda Kelapa is always on the list.

This 500-years old harbor was belong to Kingdom of Tarumanegara but on the 12th century it was under Kingdom of Sunda which transformed Sunda Kelapa into an important harbor in Java. Not only for Indonesian’s merchant from Palembang, Malacca or Makasar,  but also for Portugese, Chinese, Arab and Indian. Some of the items traded here are spices and gold.

In 1527 around 1,452 soldiers from Cirebon and Demak appeared before Sunda Kelapa under the leadership of Jayakarya. He conquered Kingdom of Sunda, and since that change the name of Sunda Kelapa into Jayakarta which means “Complete Victory.” The reason of the attack was because Demak saw the relationship Sunda and Portugese as a threat for the nation.


Now Sunda Kelapa is not the main harbor of Jakarta. Tanjung Priok already taken away that important role. This harbor only serve local fleet around Indonesia. However, considering its historical value, Sunda Kelapa now functioned as Historical site along with some other historical building around it such As Bahari Museum and Fatahillah Museum.

Nowadays people visited Sunda Kelapa in search for vintage background for photoshoot, including pre-wed photoshoot. What can be more perfect that a row of colorful Pinisi, rusty old-container and a clear-blue sky?!




A little tips, don’t forget to bring enough water. It’s so hot out there.



A Glimpse to The Past


2016  left me with so many stories and lessons.

I’ve lost a man who I considered as my dad | Disconnected myself from those who LOVE drama in their life. Hard, but enough is enough. | Some changes at the office and caused me a new assignment -which I still try to cope with- | Having a side-job which I kinda love | Read less than I planned -will do better this year- | … and more

… above all,

2016 taught me about Loving myself. Loving myself is not really easy. Somehow.. my brain always found something ugly about me. I’m too fat, too curious. Or something like.. no one will love me because I’m poor. Things like that. 2016 taught me -again and again- that it was silly.

As I love myself, I find that it’s okay to be selfish sometimes. Not because I don’t care about others, but because after all the hard work -and maybe-, all of the sacrifices I made, I need a day out. A time out. Simply to take a rest and refill my energy before I continue this journey.

I learn that it’s okay to step away from person or situation that bring so much negativity into my life. Not because I hated them but simply because I LOVE myself more.

So.. that was my 2016. I believe  that all the lesson, the ups and downs, the laugh and tears had shaped me into a better version of me.

And I believe that 2017 will bring another lesson and stories.


{Life List}: Welcome to Jogja (again)

This is a super duper late post.

I suppose to write this months a go. Well.. like people said, better late than never ^^. Let me start it with writing about our ‘Jogja Day-1’.

So last year I went to visit Jogja with some friends. Since one of the girl couldn’t make it, I became the prettiest among 3 man and I like it 😀

We went with ‘Progo‘ -economy-class train- which depart from Senen Station. I remember that I almost missed the train because of some silly stuff like ‘I forget to order Ojek which suppose to take me and one of my friend to the nearest train station ‘. Luckily we could make it on time. Yeaayy!!

We arrived on the next morning. So.. welcome to Lempuyangan Station.


FYI, during our visit we stayed at Deep Purple Homestay. Super Cheap but clean. Very suitable for backpacker. You can choose between room with AC or fan (we’re run out of AC-room) plus you can rent a motorcycle here. This home stay was perfect for us who went out early in the morning and got back super late just for sleep.

So this was my room looked like; a bed, TV, fan (near the window) and HUGE map of Jogjakarta and an extra bed which I ordered before I knew Eva wouldn’t join us.


After cleaning our self we went to the nearest  object, Taman Sari Water Castle.


The Entrance Gate which actually The Back Gate

See that small window, our guide said that in the past, from that small window, Sultan will look down to and see all of the wives then he will throw Kembang Kantil to the wive he wanted to spent a time with.




Okay, I have to stop it here. Duty calls. Will continue this story again soon.

See ya!


A Story of Lost

I was about to go when I read the message. A short-shocking message from my best friend.

Ndah Ayah gw meninggal.

or if you translated into English, it says ‘Nda, my dad is past away. I can’t believe what I just read. It was like a dream. A few week before, when we met on my B’day, I asked about him and my friend said that he’s okay. In fact, things are getting better. And we’re not just talking about her father’s health. I was happy to hear that. Really happy.

So when I red the message, I froze. I didn’t know what to do. Not until my mom asked me to calm down. There I was. Sitting and doing nothing for a while.

Long story short… I came after class. Another good friend from campus accompanied me to her place. She burst into tear the moment I hug her. There we stand, in the middle of her living room, hugging each other. She cried. I didn’t. But my heart hurts. Then I went to her family room, I hugged her younger sister. She cried and asked me to forgive her dad in case her father ever hurt me with her words. She cried. I didn’t. But my heart still hurt.Last stop was the kitchen, where Umi (my best friend’s mom) sat and with other woman circling her.  I reach her hand, hugged her. This time, I felt something in my eyes.

That night, while my best friend and her sister told me about how their dad died, my memories were wondering around. Almost every corner of this house brought different memory. There supposed to be a bed in front of the cupboard in the family room. On that bed, Ayah (that’s how I called him) told me a story about his work when he was young. There was a hidden message in that story. He wanted me and my best friend to search for  a man who has a strong beliefs in Allah, God the Almighty. ‘Don’t choose a man just because he’s handsome or have money only.’ he told me that.

When I sat in the living room, where I can see the porch, I remember how he used to ask me sit with him on bale (like a bench made from bamboo) and tell me about his hope upon his kids. Each one of them. Including me, although I’m not his daughter. Every time I move my head, I suddenly remember the conversation we had. My heart hurts even more but somehow my tears were to stubborn to fall down.

We always have that small talk every time I come over to thisdeath house. I never know why he did that. I never ask either. And now I don’t have a chance to ask him why. Some part of me regret it. I wish, I had the courage back then before it’s all too late.

There was a time when my best friend thanked me because  I always have this patience to hear all of her dad’s story, to all of his advice.I always telling her the same thing. Her dad filled this one hole inside my heart. A hole which appear when my own dad decided to leave. I’m the one who should thanked him.

Thank you, Ayah. For treating me like your own daughter. For trusting me with your stories. For helping a part of me making peace with my heart.

I really gonna miss our small talk.