Haven’t been taking photos recently. Felt like doing so.

So I took a long walk.


The beach

It’s been awhile.

I loved the beach and yet, when I’m standing here, the only thing I could think of was you.

Blast from another past 

I went through great lengths to find this. Only to found it in a local library nearby. 

It has aged considerably, being in the library for more than 30 years. The last time it was borrowed was in 1991.

The airport 

Being a frequent flyer due to my exile, I’ve been around airports long enough to know and to not plan my journey so I could hastily run towards the gate. 

Today however was different. My flight was scheduled at 5 in the evening and I took off from the safe haven of my couch at 1 with good prospect on the horizon. It was a good choice since it rained after I got safely into a bus. 

By the time I arrived in middle of the city, the rain had stopped and the sun was shining once more. A good omen, I thought. I took the city shuttle with 3 hours to spare and arrived at the airport with leisure. 

I checked in and took a book to read. By the looks of it, I was well bound to my destination on time. By 4.30 I took my ticket to the gate and was approached by another surprise. 

I was bumped. Now I’m on the 8 pm flight. 

Should’ve went out late. (-_-) 

Atleast free food and Internet. 

The evening of Eid


Hello everyone. As you may know (or not), tomorrow is the day of Eid. A festive day for all the Muslims worldwide and no, it doesn’t involve terrorism.

I’ll be a bit busy with grabbing free food so I may not post all day. But first of all, I’d like to say Happy Eid to those who are celebrating it and have a nice day to those who don’t. Hope your day is filled with many delicious, mouth watering foods and hopefully they’re free.

PS : Pic is unrelated. 😛

Lonely traveler

I ended up boarding the last flight due to extreme delay. The shops were closed, the hall was empty and the seats were occupied by those who suffered the same fate as me.

The machines had stopped working, lights dimming, doors shutting and the chatters had receded. To be direct, it was late.


My only company was the roaring engine of a small twin-engine plane as it soared through the night skies.

I found it fascinating. With the bigger one, the lift and landing was smoother, whereas with the smaller one you could literally hear it roared as the propellers spun in unison. An experience that would forever be imprinted in one’s mind.

The never ending journey


Am I doing the book justice by filtering the colour?

Not that the book needs it.

Here I am continuing the unfinished pages of Colorless while waiting for my last flight. For those who are a fan of the author, you might had heard his story on how the sudden thought of writing a novel came to fruition. Sure, the story itself sounded as if it was just another story in Haruki Murakami’s world. Mysterious and surreal.

But that’s a story for another day. (or if you’re up for it, search it up)

In my case, it’s the story of how I came across Haruki Murakami that I intend to share.

From the very depth of my memory, my first encounter with Haruki Murakami was rather vague. It wasn’t because I was an avid reader nor because I was into the realm of kafkaesque literature. It was simply due to my innate nature of clicking the blue link in Wikipedia. (hah)

It’s true. I have no recollection of how I got there, however, similar to a dream, I was suddenly infront of it, reading the Oedipus complex. That’s how I got to Kafka on the shore, the very first Murakami book that I read. Ofcourse, I was simply curious, not interested. Interest is as if I’m opening the book to finish it, curiosity is fiddling with the synopsis by back cover over a lazy evening.

I downloaded the e-book and finished it after a full month. It took too long, but the story was still fresh. Even now, it still is my favorite among the others.

If you’re into dark, surreal, and mysterious story. Go for Kafka on the shore.

Airplanes and busses


The thing about studying outside of your state is the loneliness. Total isolation at times.

Ofcourse other than that, there’s public transportation. In the scale of stuff I like, travelling is definitely somewhere up there, and on the other hand, on the scale of stuff I hate, there’s travelling too.

It’s more than just about fatigue or weariness. Or your shoes falling off midway after miles of walking. Or losing a bag on the train.

It’s about the tranquility of the odd. Being an introvert, I’ve always had the minimum amount of friends needed. For the sake of socializing and cheating on exams (just kidding, wink wink 😉 )

Travelling however, give the idea of a double negative. I’m alone because I’m in a foreign land, therefore it is normal to be alone. I found bus stations, airports, and terminals, one of the most peaceful place to sit down to read or just observe.

It’s a place with no origin. Everyone come and goes. They don’t belong here. There’s no folktales, scary stories, or myths. It’s just a place somewhere on the far side of civilization. A jam-packed crossroads of strangers. You could sit on a bench and stayed there for the whole day, no one would question, no time to question even.

It’s just a perfect place for an imperfect person.

A place where I could possibly be, undoubtedly, belong.

Thanks for reading. Have a nice day everyone.

Whitey and Softy


(I know, I’m bad at naming)

It’s my cats. Not mine actually. They’re strays that heard the news from the other strays that there’s food in my house. 😛

They’d come around and we’d feed them. If they stayed longer than few days, we’d name them. 🙂

Thanks to mom.

Airport view


It was hours before my scheduled flight. Mom said it’s better to be ‘An hour early than to be a minute late’. Thanks mom

I, however, am 3 hours early and have nothing to do. 😐