Transparent.

You, my dear, are like crystal glass.
Brittle, breakable and equally transparent.

It's funny of how much people can change. But some, just don't.. At all

That's why I want to get out of here
Out of this place and away from, every, memory.

There's too little honesty and genuineness you've once harbored.

Contempt under a thin layer of sickly sweetness.

You, are like crystal glass.
Brittle, breakable, transparent.

Neither I hate nor I despise. Cause I even have lost the sense to.

This girl right here, is just regretful.. Of how small you have become.

October the 14th, 2013

"I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke."

- Meredith Grey

That day you walked back,

Right away I know I have to let you keep breaking my heart until it can reopen.

Indira

Half of me wants to stay where I am right now, in this stressful situation because it’s all that I know and that’s what I’ve chosen. There’s this comforting zone in these daily routines and sameness. The other half wants me to go somewhere far. Somewhere new. A place where no one knows me and I can live as I please.

Residency is a self-inflicted disorder.
It's a busy, throbbing, spinning, buzzing, alien environment. Everyday.

Trying to catch my breath right now. Before, surely, continue... to walk. 

Indira

What's so exciting about doing a residency is probably that you are given opportunity to travel, for free! Seminar ticket, flight, accommodation... are all in the bag. And when Bali is a destination, you know you'd do anything not to miss it. I'm now in 2nd week rotation in Infection & Immunology Division, moreover, my last case presentation was about a misdiagnosed of ocular HIV. So anything about AIDS, will always tickle me. Intended for an ophthalmology meeting titled,"Aids & the Eye", me and a dearly friend of mine, Seruni, had made a quick weekend getaway. We decided to arrive a day earlier, so that we could spare our Saturday for a vacation. Almost forgot the last time I've been here. But looks like the island had never lost its beauty and will always leave special place in my heart every time I visited this place. Hadn't much to say at the very moment, I'll let my photos speak themselves. Hope you enjoy...

• #102, the room in the motel we stayed in•

•Selamat pagi, Kuta!•

•Too bad that I didn't had a chance for a swim. Really miss the water•

•Breakfast time•

•Sugar rush, pumped the body up to start the day•

•Mbak Runi posing on the edge•

•The 23-meter statue of Vishnu in our first stop that day at Bukit Peninsula•

•Next destination... Pura Luhur Uluwatu•

•I coudn't stop swearing when this guy (well, not him himself, but maybe his fella, brother, whatsoever) stole my jagung bakar. Guess what, for 2 times. I think I disheart monkey ever since•

•A Japanese lady in front of me, capturing with her pocket cam•

•Witnessing God's painting, a very pretty sunset•

•The spiritual Ramayana Kecak Dance•

•I still can feel the magical "cak" chant echoed over my ears•

•Lord Rama and his wife, Shinta•

•Hanuman being burned in Lanka•

•The monkey putting down the fire with bare feet, proving his holy spirit.

 This exorcism dance had somehow gave us the goose bumps•

•To end this tiring-yet-exiciting day, we knew we deserved good dinner. 

No doubt, we left it to everyone's fav Jimbaran food•

•Nothing but a great night view by the beach•

•The Sunday seminar, a day after. In Kartika Plaza Hotel•

Great holiday and lectures, and surely 2 days weren't enough.
But I was happy anyhow.
Big thanks to Cendo ;)

Indira

Turning 26 she is.

Just before today ends, I would like again, to say, happy birthday to the very dear  

Gitta Reno Cempako. 

Wayo-men Japanese resto in Setia Budi was her pick to celebrate her day. 

There goes the birthday girl.

Waiting for the food..

This place's best menu was the Japanese Sea food curry pasta. Which for us, sadly, turned out not to be too special.

Anywaysss, despite the taste, we were just.... HUNGRY! ;p

Candles blown, wishes made.

Older her, better her, happier her ;)

Just a simple gift from me.. Hope she'll like it.

Tiramisu and oreo ice cream closed tonight's birthday dine.

Wishing you nothing but happiness and dreams come true, my best friend.
Thanks for the treat! ;)

Warmest, deepest love,

Indira

Ones of Heaven-sents

Like an old black and white photograph, the fader it gets, the more grateful I'd be to cherish every moment I've spent with them for these nine... ten...years time now? Those moments when I always feel blessed, and deeply loved, through my dumbest, ugliest shape.

(DoAn- H.O.S Cokroaminoto, August 2, 2012)

Like a fire extinguisher, they tame my worries, my cries. Turn my every sadness to comfort. 

Never let me get carried away by my thoughts of negativity. They're probably, ones of my last resort to keep me sane.

Some may say, "People change." 

Gladly, to me, they never did.

Indira