Bangkok Trip (Part 3-End)

Day 3

On our last day in Bangkok, we start off a little late than yesterday because there’s not much place to visit today. Today is my turn and Catri’s to have breakfast at restaurant. So, at about 8 AM, we go to the lobby and we meet the woman who helps us ‘finding’ this hotel!

“Hello, we meet again!” I greet her with smile.

“Oh, so you stay here, too!”

“Yeah, in which tower do you stay?”

“I stay with my family in Tower 3.”

“Thanks again for your help back then.”

“You’re welcome. Have you all worked or are you all students?” She’s curious about our age. She’s very tall but I think she is much younger than us.

“We work.”

“Ooo..” maybe she’s realizing the same thing, too. Though I’m much smaller than her, I am, in fact, older.

“… when we first met you all, and knew that you hadn’t booked a hotel yet, I was thinking, ‘wow, these girls are super brave! Going abroad without knowing where to stay yet? I can’t do that.'”


“Hey, have you gone shopping?”

“Yes, yesterday we came to Chatuchak Market. It was super fun and satisfying.”

“Did you shop enough?” Mm, what kind of question is this? Is she going to treat us something?

“You have to go to MBK Center!! Many things are cheaper there.”

“Whoa, is it? We’re actually going there today. Ok! We’ll find some more! Thank you.”

Then we both go back to our seat and having our own breakfast. I told Catri everything.

Our flight to Jakarta is in 9.30 PM so we checked out first and have our (bigger) backpacks kept in hotel while we continue exploring Bangkok in our last hours here.

The total of 2 days stay in Grand President is 6500 Baht. Since we deposited 8000 Baht when checking in at the first night, we get 1500 Baht back. Yippie! Another Baht for shopping in MBK Center. Quite cheap for such a great hotel with great facilities. *Of course! Cause one room used by 4 people!*



Today we decided to visit Dusit Palace first. MBK Center can wait, it won’t be going anywhere.

We take BTS from Nana Station, transit at Siam Station then take another train to National Museum Station.

From National Museum Station, we can see 3 level of roads which is used by 3 different transportation modes. First level is for cars, bus and motorcycles. Second level used for pedestrians. And the third level is for BTS.

We ride tuktuk again to Dusit Palace. It is located near Bangkok’s Zoo.

Dusit Palace is a complex of palace but the other buildings are located quite far and not in a walking-distance from the first palace, so we just visit this Ananda Samakhom Throne Hall.

Free entry but woman visitor should wear a skirt to go inside. Fortunately, they provide some colored fabrics costs 40 Baht in a stand right outside the entry door. So, in conclusion it is some kind of ticket, too.

The interior inside is so European, like the castle I watched in Three Musketeers movie.

We can’t take pictures at all here. So, let me tell you that everything inside this castle is very luxurious and expensive. There are kitchenware, ship miniature, temple miniature and many more. All of them made from gold, silver, ruby, emerald, etc. This is the real Jewel in the Palace.



No wonder the security guards are everywhere and there are cameras everywhere, too.

But one thing that makes me such in awe is this one huge engraving from wood and in 3D!! Like for real, in 3D. It’s like comic book which tells us that in a temple in a huge forest full of dragons, Buddha is having its meditation. The depth of the dragons, trees and temples engraved in an unbelievable rate I can’t believe that its all made in unity.

Dusit Palace done explored!

Move on to Madame Tussauds Museum in Siam Discovery Mall. We go there by taxi.

Waow! All transportation modes done tried, too!

Yesterday we find Madame Tussauds Museum brochures at hotel lobby and find out that there is 200 Baht discount in each of the brochures.

We were excited and thought of it as some kind of give and take.

We pay (give) some huge amount of Baht for hotel and in return we get (take) a slightest cheaper price for entry to the museums. Not apple to apple, though, haha..

Well, we spend most of our time today here. Too excited and too busy posing with our idols.

Finishing with super satisfied feeling, we continue our trip to MBK Center. We’re gonna buy Thailand’s foods for our office colleagues. But, after a fun and tiring photo session with famous people in museums, we think that we should get some lunch first so we’re heading to Burger King. When we saw the menu choice, ouch! mostly pork meat, so we ask for the beef meat. But I think the oil used to cook the meat… oh, what the hell, I’m eating it.

After lunch, we’re hunting more souvenirs and foods. I’ve been told the right thing: many things are cheaper here. I regret buying a few things more expensive in Chatuchak Market. But I still have a few hundred Baht from hotel, let’s spend it out with no regret!

It’s already past Ashar time so we search for a mushola here. Rumors said that there’s one in MBK Center. We’re asking everywhere again, (don’t be ashamed to ask!) and no one told us the right direction. Until we meet some jilbabers in a certain level in MBK Center. We come closer and ask whether she knows the location of mushola or not. And yes, she is Indonesian, too. But unfortunately she doesn’t know where it is, too. So, we search it together and find it in 6th level.

After shalat, we had a talk for a while. Her name is Iis, she is from Jambi and she’s currently taking a master degree in medical science here in one of the university in Thailand. We exchange emails and separated. After finding some Thailand’s foods we go back to Grand President to take our backpacks, packing again and left for Suvarnabhumi Airport.

The train we took today costs half than the last airport train we took when we first arrive here (the express one), only 45 Baht. It’s because this one stops in every station. No wonder it’s cheaper and we have to stand at the corner because it’s quite crowded.

Arriving safely in Suvarnabhumi Airport, we’re looking for Tom Yam for dinner and find Muslims prayer room. A tall Arabian guy standing inside sees us and says “Assalamualaikum”, I doubt for a while then realize that he’s not mang2 (?) who always makes fun of Assalamualaikum to flirt with a girl, so I reply “Waalaikumsalam” and going inside mushola.

It’s such a relief to see a mushola. We’re lying down a while then take wudhu in turn. There is some kind of chair in front of water tap. Mbak Iis told us before that it’s more comfortable to sit while taking wudhu. So Alis and I try it and it is indeed more comfortable.



Maghrib and Isya’s shalat are done. Now, it’s time for Tom Yam dinner before checking in. 250 Baht each and we’re running out of Baht, so we just buy 2 bowls.

Checking in, waiting, boarding, take off.

Thank you Bangkok for this awesome weekend. We’ll see you again later.



On Tuesday 2 AM, we arrive in Jakarta safely. At 3 AM, Alis and I arrive at home. At 9 AM, I wake up then go to work.




I think there are some inaccurate price of train, boat or entry tickets to museum.

It’s because I don’t really remember it, we should ask Catri for sure 🙂


Bangkok Trip (Part 2)

Day 2

I think I make a mistake on setting the international roaming service from my phone. It doesn’t work at all in Bangkok. So I use Irma’s phone to text my boyfriend and have him texted my Mom about my arrival  here in Bangkok.

While Catri and I getting ready for the trip, Irma and Alis going down to the restaurant in the lobby floor to have breakfast. Since it is only for two persons, we take turn so Catri and I will have breakfast tomorrow.

15 minutes later, they come back and we start our second day trip in Bangkok. Fufufuuu…



The amazing thing about Bangkok is its integrated public transportation. A few years ago, I heard that traffic condition in Bangkok is much worse than in Jakarta. But now, Bangkok is very much steps ahead of Jakarta in public transportation. Ironic, we can’t stop imagining the time when Jakarta will have this kind of integrated system of transportation.

Oh! One of our goals while traveling here is trying out every transportation mode in Bangkok, such as Airport Rail Link Train, Subway Train, BTS Sky Train, bus, tuktuk, taxi and boat. Yesterday, we’ve tried Airport Rail Link Train and Subway Train, so today, as a start-off, we use Bangkok Mass Transit System or commonly known as the BTS Skytrain to go to our next destination. It is also an elevated rapid transit system (like Airport Rail Link) which serves Bangkok metropolitan route.

Yesterday, we also found out that Sukhumvit 11 Road is much closer to Nana Station than Sukhumvit Station. So, Nana Station will be our start-off point everyday.

Our next destination: Grand Palace

From Nana Station, we have to go to Chao Phraya Station then taking a boat across Chao Phraya River to Grand Palace.

We pay about 100 Baht for 4 tickets. Yesterday in subway station, each of us got a token to pass the gate, while now here in BTS Station we get a small card to get through it. Pay attention to the ticket price, because later at the other station (I don’t remember where) we can’t pass through the gate. We pay less than it costs to our destination because we didn’t expect to take 2 routes. The ticket filled automatically only with some amounts of Baht we choose at ticket machine.

Arriving in Chao Phraya Station, we walk to a small port near BTS Station, pay for boat tickets and find ourselves a seat in a boat heading to Grand Palace.

The Chao Phraya River is brown-colored, just like every river in Indonesia, but it’s pretty clean, neat and some buildings (like French Embassy and Shangrila Hotel) making the river its front yard.

The tour guide in the front side of the boat explaining some facts about Chao Phraya River or building s around the river. I can’t hear him properly because we sit at the back side so I make myself busy with taking some photos.

Beautiful, isn’t it?

The boat stops in Maharadja Port. From this port, we walk for about 300 meters and here it is,

The Grand Palace!

Very crowded today, I bet because it’s weekend.

This place is amazing! I’m wondering why our Borobudur Temple doesn’t get this much attention as Grand Palace. We’re being left behind (again) by Thailand in tourism.

The Grand Palace complex was established in 1782 and it consists of not only the royal residence and throne halls, but also a number of government offices as well as the renowned Temple of the Emerald Buddha. It covers an area of 218.000 square meters and is surrounded by four walls, 1900 meters in length. (Source: Guide to Grand Palace)

I guess for this second day trip, I’ll let the pictures speak for itself.




Next destination is Wat Pho which is located in a walking distance from Grand Palace. I think I have ever seen this lying Buddha statue before when it hasn’t covered by temple yet. Am I imagining things?

Wat Pho is done explored.

Now it’s time for National Museum of Thailand. We’re taking tuktuk there and pay 120 Baht.

We’re going back to Wat Pho by tuktuk again to take a bus to Chatuchak Market. And we find out that it only costs half of the first tuktuk price (60 Baht) to get to Wat Pho again!!



The bus is bright colored. We take the yellow one to Chatuchak Market. It is new and very clean, but the driver drives the bus crazily like Kopaja driver in Jakarta.

I’m sleepy but I’m feeling insecure.



So I look around the view outside and find some building’s gate covered by plastic. So this downtown area is flooded, too.

Chatuchak Market is a weekly market selling all kind of things, mostly souvenirs, and foods with a cheap price. It is is located quite far from Wat Pho, about 1 hour by bus. After having so much walk around Grand Palace and Wat Pho, we can’t stand to close our eyes for a bit..

.. and awakened in a right time!

Some passengers walk closer to the bus door while bus slows down. So Irma asked one old man,

“Chatuchak Market?”

He nods and says “Chatuchak.”

We’re getting off from our seat and walk out from the bus happily. Thank God we wake up and arrive here safely.

First, we walk around to find some foods for lunch. The food stalls pretty much like Pedagang Kaki Lima in Indonesia. We decided to eat in one of food stall, and ask,

“No pork?”

“No, this is pork.” and she kicked us out from there.

So we search for another secure food for us to eat.

After a while, we find a food stall with an English menu, so we sit there and read the menu further.

I find that this food stall serves pork also and I already have a disgusting imagination about the food there. I think the smells is weird so I decided not to eat.

“You’re not eating, Mi?”

“Nope, I don’t wanna. You guys go ahead.”

“But you didn’t have breakfast this morning.”

“It’s ok.”

“How about you, Cat, Lis?” Irma asks doubtfully.

“I think it’s ok for me. I’ll have beef noodles.” Catri replies.

“Me, too.” says Alis.

Food is one of our main problem for us Muslims when traveling in Thailand. There is no guarantee that it’s halal, even for food with chicken. So search carefully and decide the safest food to eat. There’s so much street food in Sukhumvit 11 Road, but we’re too afraid to try cause it all seems suspicious.

While we’re eating, suddenly 2 man come closer and ask,

“…Muslims…?” not hearing properly because we’re busy talking and we’re too surprised of meeting another Muslims here, so we reply at the same time,

“Yes! Yes!”

Then he talks to his colleagues and says,

“Ok, it’s Muslims food.”

Realizing what he asked before, we reply again at the same time,

“Nooo!! Nooo!! We are not sure!!”

He stands still and staring at us,

“Then what are you eating?”

“We eat beef noodles.”

“But this is not Muslims food?” he repeats his question.

“Yeah, we are not sure..”

Then he talks again to his colleagues,

“Oooh, mereka juga ngga yakin.”

Four of us froze.



“Lho? Indonesia?!”

“Lho? Kalian juga? Saya kira Malaysia.”

I bet it’s because of my jilbab style.

“Trus kenapa kalian makan disini?”

Irma replies at once,

“Abis udah muter2 daritadi ga ketemu2, laper, ya udah makan deh”

“Ooh, saya sih takut sapinya dicekek, hehe.. Di sisi belakang sana tadi saya nemu yang jualan kebab.”

“Oh gitu yah.”

“Ya udah saya muter lagi yah.”


After he passes by,

“Ma, lo ko jawabnya gitu sih, kesannya iman kita lemah banget. Capek trus makan yang ada deh.”

“Iya ya? Hihihiiii…”

We’re laughing hard again.



Let the hunting begins!

This Chatuchak Market is so interesting! So much like street market in Tanah Lot, Bali, but in a bigger area. And so much cute souvenirs from Thailand. I spend almost 2000 Baht total for souvenirs only. I get some t-shirts, key chains and purses. Keep wanting more and more…

We go back to the hotel using BTS Sky Train. Thank God we don’t have to experience that full of horror-bus trip again.

It is a pretty long way trip to Nana Station, about 45 minutes.

We stopped by at 7-11 to buy some instant foods. I need to have lunch though it’s past afternoon already.

We unpack our shopping plastics and feel satisfied but then realize that maybe we haven’t buy enough for everyone.

At night, we decided to visit Terminal 21 Mall and have dinner there.

Terminal 21 is a theme-mall which can be accessed through Asok BTS Station. It adapts the concept of airport and each level (also each shop in each level) represents a different place/country, from Caribbean, Tokyo, London, Istanbul, and Bangkok.

We have dinner at Yoshinoya and I choose a beef bowl set. I get a different food combination than the one I usually had in Yoshinoya Jakarta. The ocha is too strong, too.

Indonesian foods and foods in Indonesia really are the best for me.

Now that I find it the hard way.



On the way back to Asok Station, I see some girls taking pictures in turn while laughing. I recall that I see one of them inside mall before. She is one pretty girls, with perfect tanned brown skin and great shape of body. But when she answers the phone, I was surprised by her super bass-voice! She’s a GUY!

Then I remembered another things:

  1. In BTS Train from Chatuchak Market, a guy wearing hot pants (showing off his hairy legs everywhere) sits beside me and when an old woman came in, he gave his seats away for her. Gentleman yet flamboyant. Not a common view for me.
  2. Still in BTS Train from Chatuchak Market, a career woman was wearing blazer, skirt, stockings and heels. I had just thinking “So this is a career woman in Bangkok. Pretty much the same like career woman in Jakarta…” except after that I realized that his face is so GUY!
  3. Just then inside mall, I saw a young and fat boy with bald head wearing hot pants running flamboyantly.

From what I read in, the concept of this other gender in Thailand is already known and accepted by public. The country is not ashamed to admit that there is another tourism in Thailand, that is transsexuals. Restaurants serve food with 3 prices, for boy, girl and ladyboy. Even in some elementary schools, there are already 3 kinds of toilets, yes, for boy, girl and ladyboy.

It reminds me of the young boy I saw at Terminal 21. even at such a young age, he already acknowledge himself as a flamboyant boy.

Wow! Really! Different country tells different stories. I love traveling, it’s a fun way of learning.



That is all for the second day.

Bangkok Trip (Part 1)

I have never been anywhere outside my country.

I have been to Aceh and Papua (which is located each in west and east side of Indonesia) but I have never crossed the border and going abroad.

Which is why when my friends (Alis, Irma and Catri) ask me to join them traveling to Bangkok, I answered “Yes!” directly without having a second thought.

At that time, news spread that Bangkok is flooded badly because of continuous rain for a few days.

Fortunately, Irma keep us updated and assure us that Bangkok is fine for us travel.

Because my work schedule is quite tight and my office is located quite far from my friends’ office, I can’t join them preparing the trip (so sorry, friends). Starting from booking the airplane’s ticket, arranging itinerary and also looking for accommodation in Bangkok. I just go with everything they decide without knowing anything about the trip. And that what makes my boyfriend worried at the departure day.

“Which airplane are you taking?”


“What time it takes off?”


“Where do you stay?”


“Are you sure you’re going traveling to Bangkok?!”

I had just unpacked my luggage from 4 days work trip in Manado but I have to pack again for my Bangkok trip.

Little bit tired but very excited!



At Saturday noon, we gather at Terminal 3, Soekarno-Hatta Airport, Jakarta. This is a new terminal used by all Air Asia flight (domestic and international) and Irma says that this is also Hajj Terminal. No wonder the building design is so fresh, mostly in blue and green color.

We passed through the immigration to get our passport checked and stamped, then for the last time, our backpack scanned. A woman stopped Irma and ask her to unpack her backpack. She finds a 250 ml shower gel and told Irma that it is forbidden to bring that in flight. Then I realize that I bring the same size shower gel like Irma so I give it away voluntarily to avoid further commotion in Bangkok Airport.

It is already past our scheduled take off time but there is still no announcement of flight to Bangkok, so we ask someone there and he told us that our plane had just landed. After we asked, another woman ask the same thing and get the same answer, too. A few minutes later, announcement told us that it is boarding time for flight to Bangkok.

Because we checked-in online, our seat is scattered quite far. Irma is alone in the front side while Catri, Alis and me in the back side. The flight attendant announce every word in a flash, like he’s been chased by a dog -__-  I think it’s because our flight is 30 minutes late.

So, here we go, 3.5 hours flight to Bangkok!!

When I look around, I realize that there are a lot of Thailand’s people in this plane. One of them try to record safety demonstration with his pocket camera and the flight attendant told him directly to stop it, haha.. There are always some kampungan (?) people in every nation.

After 2 hours, I also realize that this is the noisiest flight I’ve ever had. They gather in the back side of plane talking and laughing in a high-pitch voice. So disturbing.



So I just put on my iPod then.



Finally, at 08.30 PM, we arrive at Suvarnabhumi Airport, Bangkok. This awesome airport is even more beautiful at night. I also notice that the color of waiting room seats is varied every zone.

We spend some time to take pictures in turn before heading to immigration board.

I have no time to exchange my money to Baht in Jakarta, so I exchange my $300 (± Rp 2.800.000) here in airport and get about 6.000 Baht. This is why we should have Rupiah redenominated.



Then I have my passport checked and stamped. The immigration man says “Selamat Datang (Welcome)” to me after noticing that I’m Indonesian. Quite surprised, but then I reply “Kob khun ka (Thank you)”  and his eyes turn bigger and his mouth opened a bit. Now he’s the one that quite surprised.



Catri says that we have to take the sky train from airport to Makkasan which is located near our ho(s)tel. So we pay 90 Baht each and waiting for the next train while in turn having ourselves posed beside Suvarnabhumi Airport Station mark. This Airport Rail Link opened in 23 August 2010 and since then becomes the main transportation to and from airport in Thailand. Wow, this train is still 2 months old!!

11 minutes later, the train comes and we’re amazed. The train is SUPERB! Clean, exclusive, neat and all. Aaah, very satisfied..

It takes about 40 minutes to Makkasan Station. After arriving in Makkasan Station, we take a few hundred meters walk to Makkasan Subway Station. We buy 4 tickets to Sukhumvit Station from an automatic machine and get 4 black tokens to pass the gate. The subway is awesome, too, there is an indicator above the door that shows every station with lights. Too amazed to take some pictures, though. Sorry.


After a while..

Sukhumvit Station! Time to get off.

We head to the exit and find ourselves in an unknown city. Catri take a map out and try to figure out our way to ho(s)tel in Sukhumvit 11 Road.

Ok! To the left, to the left!

Asking some people (waitress, 7-11 cashier, ojek-man(?), guard, police), but they clueless, too (either because we ask them in English or they really clueless, we don’t know). So, for about 2 hours at midnight we keep walking at the same place until we find out (after asking on and on) that Sukhumvit 11 is a small road between Sukhumvit 9 and Sukhumvit 13.

It’s already past 10PM and we’re hungry. So we stopped by in McDonalds, have chicken wings, french fries and cola for our dinner. The taste of chicken is a little bit strange for our Indonesian tongues. It’s a little bit sour like orange or tamarind but delicious. I guess we find it delicious because we’re too exhausted.

While eating, I notice some weird people walking inside and out McDonalds. Long legs, long black hair, hot pants and t-shirt but manly face. Oh my God! They are the Thailand’s famous transsexuals.

Now that our stomach stuffed with enough food, we continue searching for our ho(s)tel.

“What is the hotel’s name, Cat? We already booked it, right?”

“I only have its address, I haven’t booked it yet”

It’s all coming back to my senses now. It’s a hostel for backpacker. We need to come first.

Sukhumvit 11 Road is a very crowded road at night. European tourists are everywhere. Small bar cars selling alcohol are also everywhere. So do (beautiful and sexy) transsexuals. It is almost like Kuta Bali in Indonesia (except for the transsexuals part).

Ok, back to the adventure. Now that we have found Sukhumvit 11 Road, the next thing to ask is the location of the hostel. Again, we’re asking everyone (fruit seller, 7-11 cashier, guard, etc) and everyone is still clueless.

I don’t know what’s wrong with the address, why is everyone so clueless?!!! *desperate and tired*



So, again, we keep walking at Sukhumvit 11 Road for another hour while asking everyone there. Someone in front of 7-11 finally told us that maybe the hostel is located in a smaller road either beside 7-11 or the smaller road after.

There is a ‘Suk 11’ note placed in a becak beside 7-11, so I thought maybe we should go in to check. But the road is also full of foreigners drinking, so I think maybe it is the name of a café. Doesn’t seem to be a hostel there.

We go to next smaller road and find ourselves in a parking lot. We ask the guards but they don’t seem to understand us at all. 2 foreigners woman in a white car headed out and laughing without any reason. We go back to 7-11 (still clueless) and Catri realizing something.

“Hey, do you realize that those 2 woman back there laughing at us?”

“Really? What did they say?”

“They called us ‘Big Bag'”



Back to 7-11 (again).

“Hey, why don’t we try to call the hostel with payphones here? You have the hostel phone number, right?” I suggest an idea.

“And then saying what? Maybe they don’t speak English.”

“I don’t know, why don’t we try it out first?”

“Ok, you talk then.”

I don’t know why the payphone don’t work, but we are desperate again.

Until I saw 3 woman come to 7-11. I recall that I  seem to have seen one of them somewhere before. Oh! She’s the woman that asking the same thing (about the plane) with us in airport waiting room back then!

“Hey! That woman took the same plane with us from Jakarta!”

“Really? How could you still remember?”

“Hey, I think I saw her before, too.”

When she’s outside, I stop them for a while.

“Excuse me, orang Indonesia ya? Kita kayanya sepesawat tadi dari Jakarta.” I greet them happily.

“Oh! Iya ya?” They surprised, too.

“Kita daritadi nyari hotel tapi ngga ketemu2 nih, pada nginep dimana yah?”

“Ooh, kalo kita sih nginep di Grand President sini.”

“…” We remain silent. Seems unaffordable for us.

“Masih ada kamar kosong ngga ya? Kita udah capek daritadi nyari ngga ketemu2.” I think Irma just trying to keep the conversation forward.

“Coba aja tanya dulu ke hotelnya, deket ko dari sini.”

“Oke deh, makasih banyak yah.”

Meeting another Indonesians boost up our mood a bit. There is still hope!! *lebayatun (??)* *wiping out sweats*


At Grand President lobby..

“Hello, we are looking for this address. Can you help us?” says Irma to a woman and a man in front office.

“Please wait for a while, there is a phone number here…” says the man.

Oooh, wait, he would tell us to call the number again.

“We’ve already tried to call..”

“… Do you want me to call this number for you?”

Catri and I surprised.

“Yes, yes!”

“Ok, then. (calling the number, speaking in Thailand)”

“Please ask the name of the hostel.”

He nods.



“How much is it for a night here?…” Irma and Alis asking the different theme to the woman. “… Do you have a cheapest room?”

“Let me check it for you.” The woman reply kindly. “How long are you going to stay?”

“2 nights.”

“Ok, it is about 7.000 Baht for 2 nights.” It costs more than the Baht I have.

“Is it ok if 4 of us stay in one room?”

The woman considering..

“Ok then, since it’s low season now.” Maybe she feels pity for us who bring a big backpack each with an exhausted and covered in sweats-face.

Irma and Alis seem to have reach a decision about where to stay in Bangkok.


Back to me and Catri..

“The hostel name is Suk 11.” the man has just finished his helpful phone call.

“Wait, I know where it is. I think I know where it is.” I feel quite sure now. Catri seems to remember something, too.

“How about we stay here? We are too exhausted.” Irma and Alis suggesting an expensive idea.

“How much does it cost, Cat? Isn’t it too expensive? Do we have enough money?” I ask Catri as the financial manager.

“Mm, we have enough but it will tighten our daily life cost until Monday.”

“So? We take it or not? I think it’s quite comfortable here.”

We are all too exhausted to imagine that we have to go through the same route again looking for the hostel. So we decided to take a room at Grand President.



“The breakfast is for two. Your room is in 1503.”

“Thank you very much.”

We’re heading to 15th floor and find out that our room is really satisfying!!

There is a living room, kitchen (with microwave, fridge, some spoons and forks), 2 televisions, comfy sofa, table to eat and free wi-fi!!

We’re laughing very hard.

“This is nothing closer to backpacking!!! Hahaha…”

“Maybe we have to substitute the hostel name into Sucks 11 cause it’s very hard to find.”

Day 1 End.

you and him



Hey, you! You remind me of him. Of how he treats me and how he acts toward me. Sometimes I hate you much cause you are such a hot-headed one like him and so do I.

He rarely talk to me about how he feels, but then he talk to my mom to show me that he disagree.

He make fun of my cheap rent room (which makes me quite mad, cause he’s the one that give me no other choice), but then I remember how he always send me some amount of money to guarantee I eat well though I live in a teeny-tiny room.

He force me to choose another college instead of the university I choose. But when I insist, a few times later he wears my campus parents’ student jacket proudly everywhere.

He says that my bold make up is weird and doesn’t fit me at all, but then I realized that he want me to know that I am beautiful even with simple make up and style.

He brags about my study plan in Netherlands to all his office colleagues even though I still desperately looking for a scholarships and everything is still a plan. I try to hide all my efforts from public and planning to come up with some happy news later. But he ruined it and make me listen to his friends’ question about my future study in Netherlands in such a surprised face. But then again, I realized that he’s too proud to keep that news by himself.

He also brags about my kind-hearted boyfriend. I am amazed of how his friends know where my boyfriend comes from and all. But then I realized that he is happy because I find a decent guy that he also approved of.

When I finally back on my senses, I realized that maybe we’re both regretting something at past. He is regretting his harsh way in treating the young me now that I try very hard to set a distance to him. And now he also tries very hard to fix it. It’s his way of saying love.

I know that we don’t have a beautiful father-daughter relationship, we’re both hot headed, and I do feel sure that I inherited this from him, but I know that deep inside, he love me too much.

Sorry for having misunderstood you like I misunderstood him.


There it is.

Those eyes again.

Looking at me like that.

Nothing’s changed.


I can still remember it clearly though years have gone by and both of us have already moving on.

I probably giving you the most hurtful wound that is impossible to forget.

But there you are, still looking at me like that and smile as if nothing happened, as if I hadn’t done anything unforgivable.


Deep inside, I know we’re both still feeling awkward toward each other from our ways avoiding each others eyes.

I know that even though we’re both moving on and happy with our own choices, there’s always an unfinished feeling remains between us.


But it is something beautiful that no words can explain.

Something that, in a weird way, makes us cherish what we had at past and feel grateful about our state right now.


I still feel the guilt, but there you are, standing strong in front of me with a smile on your face, though I realized that I was the only one in your life who brutally hurt you like that.


Our smile, eyes, and silence somehow have explain a lot.


But I know that you are now happy with your life, and I do, too.


We will let some part of us adore each other, kind-hearted guy 🙂

Thank you.


I always feel envy every time I see someone that could be so brave to act and talk what’s on his/her mind effortlessly and doesn’t give a damn on what others might think of him/herself. I always feel jealous. Mostly because I can’t be like that.

Others judgment is something I find important to guarantee I look fine in public and not drawing other people bad thoughts and unnecessary attention.