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Commotion feelings has approaching me as I Arrived in Sultan Mahmud Badaruddin II ( SMB II ) airport - Palembang last week around 15:46 pm on a beautiful bright and clear afternoon’s sky on one side of the plane and a glorious nearly full of the evening rise on the other. Then I walked across the terminal’s hallway, which always makes me imagine I'm deplaning in 1996 or something. Merpati has taken me back to hometown again. My little sister Myra ( I call her Mimi ) and her mates were picking me up. Myra met me and we went on a hilarious streets series of Palembang’s inner city and new roads. There were so many alteration and huge development, since I was leaving this city more than 10 years ago.





Rumah bagus is an enchanting handicraft store. Selling a lot of various handicrafts and gifts necessities with various prices. I love to visiting this store, I like the inner nuance of this store. Like I was being in a fantasy toy store, like I was being in Willy Wonka’s factory. The reason why I was so often being in this store, to found is there any enchant and unique things that I can buy. 
















Rangkaian penuturan kisah memoar seorang putra melayu kepulauan yang sangat indah menggugah, mengisahkan pelajaran hidup penuh dengan highlight romansa perjuangan melankolis, mengharu-biru, hopeless tapi optimis, impian-impian ”pungguk merindukan rembulan” masa kecil, kisah persahabatan yang melebihi kentalnya darah, dan hasrat yang membubung langit untuk berkelana ke penjuru dunia untuk meresapi saripati hidup. Sungguh suatu rangkaian kisah yang sangat menginspirasi dan tak terlupakan. Membaca rangkaian kisah tetralogi ini membuatku serasa membaca halaman per halaman buku diariku, seolah aku memandang sebuah motion picture diorama masa kecil laluku. Menyeruak dari balik daun pintu bari berlari menuruni tangga rumah panggung, tak sabar tuk menjemput hamparan padang bermain penuh khayal, kaki-kaki kecilku berlari menggaris padang rumput ilalang, berbaring ditengah hamparan klisak memandangi langit biru.You can fly away
Fly like a bird
Across the sky
Above the clouds so high
Moon and the stars
Light up the sky
You visit a place in a timeless dimension
where all of your fears are at bay
Sun sets low across the bay
A beautiful light
Closes the day
You can visit anytime
It's always there
Just close your eyes
(on top of the world)
“Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness. - Ray Bradbury”
Uptown, the street's in a calming way
And outside is warm as a bed with a maid
And I find it's all our waves and raves
That makes the days go on this way
I heard the sad sound of words
Spoken from a beak of a wise old bird
Uptown, the streets are kept afloat
Our ground never leaves me alone
He means well, saying,
I've got stories of wine, superb
And of course my childhood, forks and knives
And a hospital bed, where I turned my life over and over again.
"Beirut – Forks and Knives (La Fête)"