Saturday, December 22, 2012

The meaning


Sunday, December 16, 2012

Le last weekends…

So, I guess this is my official last weekends in Soroako -- the not-everyone-knows city where I’ve been working (and putting some weights). Starting the following week and onwards, Jakarta would be my hometown again. It is not suck, really. 

I started to embrace the fact that Jakarta is the city I’ve been living almost in my whole life – until now I even still going back and forth for some business. Heaven knows I will be adapting and trying my gah-damn best living with the Jakarta’s fast lane and hectic situation. *Cross-fingering* 

Not to forget the new job and new office in the new year, with some new hopes and dreams. The new office location is kind of a bit far from where I live now – hello jam-packed streets and traffic! And I’ve been planning this “rehearsal” thing about what to ride to get there on time, alongside with the estimated time so I won’t be shocked that I don’t know using which public transportation to get there in-time. Such an organized maniac, aren’t I? 

Lake Matano seen from Ide Beach. I'm going to miss this a LOT!

How does it feel now about leaving this place? 

It’s mixed up. Yes, I’m indeed feeling sad. However it’s not one thing that I feel at the moment. Happy, relieved, excited for the new “challenge” – and heartbreaking because I know this place is unbeatable for everything it has! The nature and landscapes, the hills, the available and empty jogging tracks, the kindness of its people, the weather and fresh air that I breathe (beat that, Jakarta!!!), the lake (OMG! I will miss the freshwater diving, canoeing, snorkeling and swimming here…), and the MOST DELICIOUS COTO ON EARTH (coto ibu in Pasar Lama – the Old Market). 

Additionally, in spite of those features of Soroako, there is simply more than that. I will also miss the slooooooow internet connection here, the hard-to-find delicious foods, the unpredictable rainy days, the cozy workdays, the drama and gossips, doing runs, walks and basketball, some boring nights and blackout days, as well as the public protest that causes me unable to go to the office and work from home then. 

You know what Soroako locals say about “outsiders” who have lived in Soroako? They will surely comeback. It is not about drinking Lake Matano water nor a famous myth. Some proofs have confirmed this situation (they say). Either they will be back to Soroako soon or within some years ahead, it’s just about time. Well, who doesn’t love Soroako for everything it owns? You just gotta step your foot here, and you’ll know the reason why everybody loves Soroako. 

Anyway, I haven’t exactly finished my packing – the boxes, luggages and all. It’s only around 48.37% completed, but more things need to be packed immediately. I need to ship them one or two days before I leave. This is really a big homework, talk about moving when your things are just excessively here and there in piles!


It’s your day! xxx

Happy birthday, gorgeous ! 

Wholeheartedly, I really hope your wishes come true this year ahead, at all its best. I wish I were there accompany you today. Probably cook some dinner and give some delicious birthday cake that I choose the flavor by myself. 

I wish you everything that God knows best. I wish you nothing but health, happiness, prosperity and kindness for all your life. I wish you more than the world and the sky that cannot be compared. I wish you love and warm hugs today, tomorrow and forever. 

 Bisous! ;) 

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Things Work Out

Because it rains when we wish it wouldn’t, 
Because men do what they often shouldn’t,
Because crops fail, and plans go wrong 
Some of us grumble all day long. 
But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt, 
It seems at last that things work out. 

Because we lose where we hoped to gain, 
Because we suffer a little pain, 
Because we must work when we’d like to play 
Some of us whimper along life’s way. 
But somehow, as day always follows the night, 
Most of our troubles work out all right. 

Because we cannot forever smile, 
Because we must trudge in the dust awhile, 
Because we think that the way is long 
Some of us whimper that life’s all wrong. 
But somehow we live and our sky grows bright, 
And everything seems to work out all right. 

So bend to your trouble and meet your care, 
For the clouds must break, and the sky grow fair. 
Let the rain come down, as it must and will, 
But keep on working and hoping still. 
For in spite of the grumblers who stand about, 
Somehow, it seems, all things work out. 

-Edgar A. Guest

Saturday, December 8, 2012


Feelings have caught me really well. I’ve been completely joyful, miserable, tedious, upset, exhausted and hungry. Is this some kind of bullshit? NO! I feel like plain; empty. 

I have completed everything, everyone’s business; but unfortunately not mine. Why should I mind my own business while others are busy bothering me with theirs? 

Feelings suck. Within a second, it can alter your own decision, your current thought, your desired doubt, your unexpected anger, your rare happiness, your hidden beauty and yourself. Within a minute, it will transform how the world looks at you, how your mother feels about you, how your brother thinks of you and how the society judges you. 

Feelings are bliss in gah-damn disguise. They say I cannot show my emotion in whatever circumstances, whenever and wherever the public goes. If I do that, I would die in embarrassment. What's more, people can directly and naturally tell me who I am and what my life is all about by simply watching me cry or cursing or silence or mad or being fabulous. Who are they anyway? Have they been stepping on my shoes? 

Feeling – it can be other people’s treasure and trash; at the same time, repulsively. Some celebrate it, some rebuff it. The timebomb will say it all in the end. You cannot be mortified of what you just said; it’s called honesty. You cannot be pessimist with your self esteem; it’s called humble. You cannot be overthinking and overreacted; it’s called excited. You cannot… I believe I’m expecting too much about everything, yet I have no getaways ahead of me. I don’t want to be trapped in the rat race; and the rat race will be fucked up playing with me. 

I know what they say about worry. Don’t. 

-Amelia Winnie

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Love. Whatever it is.

"I think love — and all great relationships are about companionship. It’s about watching movies together, cooking meals for dinner, shopping for groceries, deciding on the countries to visit for the next 6-month trip, arguing about which is best: tea or coffee, attacking pastries in a small bakery, driving around listening to the radio and singing stupid songs, laughing on the floor to some random jokes only the two of you understand, stopping for a while on a crowded street to pet a stray cat or dog, cleaning up the mess at the terrace after last night’s rain. It’s about someone with whom you can talk for hours about different things, someone who can be your best friend at all times, who will always be around to support you. 

Best friends are those who will always become a clear mirror of yourself, showing your true reflection. They are not bound to you, yet they will always be near because they like you and you like them (you can “love” someone you don’t like, though—that’s why some women and men are still involved in abusive relationships). 

Best friends like you for all your great qualities and embrace your flaws without any terms or conditions. So, when it comes to best friends, no matter how long you haven’t been talking to each other, and no matter how bad your latest argument has been, when there’s something very pressing, you’ll know whom to turn to, whom you can count on, whom you can go home to. 

So, what I want from love is someone I can grow old with, gracefully, and that the two of us can be best friends to each other, no matter what."

(inspo from beradadisini)

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

...because life is simply short

Thank you, God, for giving me another year of life. 

Thank you for all the experience of this past year; 
for times of success which will always be happy memories,
for times of failure which reminded me of my own weakness and of my need for You, 
for times of joy when the sun was shining, 
for times of sadness which drove me to You. 

Forgive me for the hours I wasted,
for the chances I failed to take,
for the opportunities I missed this past year. 

Help me in the days ahead to make everyday is best day and through it to bring good credit to myself, happiness and pride to my loved ones, and joy to everyone...

photo by me

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

'Til all my sleeves are stained red

This time, don't need another perfect lie 
Don't care if critics ever jump in line 
I'm gonna give all my secrets away...

photo courtesy of Daniel Siahaan

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Can I have less ice in my cappuccino?

Rarely blog-posting at the airport. Exactly at one (special) coffee shop that thankfully have plugs in the cafe and the wifi works, for God's sake that would be my biggest help for right now.

So, what on earth am I doing here? Why am I spending my valuable time at the airport?

Having my ice cappuccino, yes - because it's recently been sooo hot and humid here. 

And laptop opens. Yes, that what I meant of this time that rarely occurs. 

Look at me, I have nobody nearby to talk to now. I have some messengers on, but it doesn't solve any "loneliness" and "boredom" problems here. A diver couple next to me are enjoying their cups of coffees while watching some movies. Another couple right in front of me are showing their intimacy every seconds, and I swear to God I'm going to puke in any minute. (Hey, we're sharing table!). A middle aged man in front of me munching his donuts like he hasn't yet eaten for ages. The aircon is not working. I want to pee.

My phone is being charged. I am in period. I get tanner. I haven't poo since yesterday. I don't bring my bus ticket and foolishly forget where I put it. The ices in my cappuccino is a little bit too much. It's freezing out my sensitive teeth. My bf is having his lunch separately. While he's eating, even nuclear bomb cannot bother him. Just wondering, why he's so serious? 

Well, I supposed to get the seat on the flight to the small lovely city, Sorowako, at 12:00 PM. And it's 1-hour flight, with aircraft. If I missed it or didn't get the seat due to the super limited amount of seats the flight has, I would possibly take the bus to Sorowako. And now, you may guess, I'm taking the bus. 

In some cases it is not even a big deal for me. A 12-hour ride on the bus has been going really well in my past experiences. This time, not so much. But hey, I am not about to whine. I only need to share what's on my mind when I'm in the state of randomly waiting for about 5 hours by myself. neither, I am not interested reading the book I bring nor listening some trendy songs. You know, the airport is filled with the speakers sounding flight schedule and announcement. 

By the way, I just remember today's Sunday. Why doesn't airport provide nails salon for manicure/pedicure? 

I need to pee.

I wish I could lay back just like this now...

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Do what you love and do it often...

This is your life. 
Do what you love, and do it often. 

If you don’t like something, change it. 

 If you don’t like your job, quit. 

If you don’t have enough time, stop watching TV. 

If you are looking for the love of your life, stop; they will be waiting for you when you start doing things you love. 

Stop over analyzing, life is simple. All emotions are beautiful. 

When you eat, appreciate every last bite. 
 Open your mind, arms, and heart to new things and people, we are united in our differences. 

Ask the next person you see what their passion is, and share your inspiring dream with them. 
 Travel often; getting lost will help you find yourself. 

Some opportunities only come once; seize them. 
 Life is about the people you meet and the things you create with them, so go out and start creating. 

 Live your dream, and wear your passion. 

Life is short.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Vertical relationship

“People are often unreasonable and self-centered. 
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. 
Be kind anyway. 

If you are honest, people may cheat you. 
Be honest anyway.

If you find happiness, people may be jealous. 
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. 
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. 
Give your best anyway. 

For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. 
It was never between you and them anyway.”

― Mother Teresa

Monday, October 8, 2012

Preserving Lake Matano non-endemic fish

On last Sunday, Oct. 7, 2012, Lake Matano in Sorowako, East Luwu regency, South Sulawesi, was jam-packed with people attending a social event “BSA Cup 2012” held by sponsors of PT Bahana Selaras Alam, Sorowako Diving Club and PT Vale Indonesia, along with other communities. This event has programs related with conserving the Lake’s endemic species. In the event, people can register to join the spearfishing, fishing and cooking contests.

An information board informs people some knowledge about the Lake and its rare creatures

Takdim, chairman of the event committee, explained the idea of this event is to campaign the need to save and care for Lake Matano endemic fish. “Meanwhile, the contests are about catching the non-endemic fish in the Lake as a symbol of our fight against the population of non-endemic in the Lake as due to its dreadful impact,” he said.

A spearfishing participant gets prepared
Spearfishing and fishing participants on the boat
Mostly women take over the fun cook competition
As 8th world deepest lake, tectonic Lake Matano possesses one of kind species that scientifically proved are threatened species: butini fish, several unique and glowing shrimps and Telmaherina fish.

Lake Matano is part of Malili Lakes which the locals believe the different condition in the Lake environment has occurred in the past years due to the mining industry and rapidly growth human population in the village. The natural excessive of fresh water supply has also been locals’ main source of economy. And this contributed to the non-endemic fish to be thrown out and bred into the Lake, such as Mozambique tilapia, Lou Han or Flowerhorn, Catfish, Nile tilapia, Pleco and Oscar.

Total of 3,000 Flowerhorn fish in the cought
A menu of the cook competition
Lake scientist Dr. Ir Fadly Tantu who was the speaker of the event elaborated that those outsider fish are potential to be invasive fish in the Lake.

"Their existence in the Lake becomes a competitor of food consuming, carriers of disease, predators of origin fish, hybridization that can damage genetic resources, and changing the aquatic ecosystems by changing species composition, population and the food chain," said the lecturer at the Agriculture and Fisheries Faculty of the Tadulako University, Palu.

Some fill in the questionnaire about the Lake and conserving the environment
Visitors dance through the music in the event

Trophies for spearfishing and fishing winners
This event was considered a great first step for other social events following. Hopefully all society elements, not only the company and community; but also the locals and government, can realize and start doing some actions to save the environment – especially the rarely found ones just like in Lake Matano. 

Wouldn’t it be shame on us if we don’t let our children see how beautiful the deepest lake in Indonesia is? 

Lake Matano

 *all photos courtesy by Amelia Winnie and Levin Hidayat.

Friday, October 5, 2012

In the maze of confusion

So here it goes, a cup of rarely made hot chocolate and some jazz, fusion songs playing at the background. 

After done working out and sweating out my butt, I still can't stop thinking of some "points" lately. Well, I'm in my period, which has come super earlier for the last few months, and I don't want to use it as an excuse to feel some situations around.

Whether or not I was busy helping out here and there lately, and let's not forget how my mind cannot stop thinking of some things, indeed I feel tired. I manage to sleep at the right time and ensure I get good sleep quality, but I still feel tired. At some hours I am content of everything, but at another hours I'd end up feel sorry for myself of some odd reasons.

I am now in the middle of some job process that requires my time to the never-sleep city. And it makes me confused. the quick process confuses me. I can't also clearly decide the "what do you see yourself in 5 years later?" kind of question the user once asked, and I'm sort of reviewing it hard now. I feel sad every time I have thoughts on leaving this gorgeous village (someday), realizing that I'd probably cannot traveling as much as I've done here. And it makes me more and more like the ugliest bitch crying over an unstable condition of life that has occured.

I miss "wasting" time with my good friends before they leave pursuing their dreams one by one. Time cannot be taken back and I am aware of that. Yet, it's just tough to spare some little time for that -- for some wasted, happy hours with those loved ones. As an individual human being, I have my own dream and goals in life that I pray to God to support me attaining them. In fact, so many "obstacles" to encounter, and it makes me even much stronger. Some times I feel weak and vulnerable like I can't keep it up anymore; while some other times I feel awesome and super blessed, like I am on the top of the world. 

Isn't it hard being a grown-up and pretending to be one?

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

What makes you happy?

It’d be millions reason behind the feeling of joyful in your heart, the cheek-to-cheek smile on your face and the happy thoughts in your head.

Nevertheless, really, when you feel like you are in such terrible or drowsy situation, then it is horribly hard to think and feel glad, what things can make you a little bit happy?

When you feel people around you cannot put happiness in you, and you try to remember those inspiring quotes about happiness and it fails, what things can make you happy? You know, this world, this with all its problems and challenges are already such burden – so why I bother sweat and loathe at small things?

Anyway, I don’t think it relates to gender circumstances about that happy and swinging mood. Either men or women fairly experience that, I believe. It is simply men are good in showing their feelings, while women possibly not. Only we need to remember that we’re humans – and we’re vulnerable at everything. It’s you yourself who can decide how situation, thought and people can affect you at any time.

So, what makes me happy?

Well, some little thing that is personal and delicate make me happy. A cup of coffee, some intimate talk with God, texting and doing nothing but relaxing and chatting with beau, tasting my mum-made foods, moment of window shopping, blog-walking (and stalking!), reading good books, watching bad movies (and it makes me happy knowing that I am able to scoff at it!), smelling the sea mist, touching the trees and winds touch my hair, running and sweating and even working to complete piles of works.

They make me happy. And it’s only me that can make those things influence me to be happy.
How about you?

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Feliz aniversário

Today’s just another sluggish weekend when mostly I spent hours of valuable time staring and scrolling crazily on the Net. Whatever they are Facebooking, Twittering, blogging, photo editing or simply writing something popped in my head. One special moment was baking my own frozen Tiramisu Cheese Cake with my beau. Well, it could’t get much better.

The different thing would be this Sunday is my birthday. Each day of my birthdays, as long as I remembered, were ordinary. No sparkling, super joyful parties ever threw out. Cakes or dinner treat?? I bought them myself for everyone to enjoy. What else… Uhm, birthday gift? The best gift would be the last year’s from this guy: A trip to Bira Bay in Sulawesi – where I could put my snorkeling and swimming lessons into action (and the lobsters were uber luscious!).

This year I turn 23 yrs old. Doesn’t it feel great? No. I want my 21 yrs old back, anyway, and forever 21 (literally, not that clothing brand) that I dolphinately adore. A 21-yrs-old woman can never go wrong with anything, instead she must still adapt to the rapid surroundings about how to act and react. And the thing that I cannot change is the running time.

Everyone keeps saying wisely that age wouldn’t bother you if you just grow with your heart, thought and experience – not the number of age (and wrinkles). However, that saying sucks. Well, it is applicable if you’re in the mood of positive thinking of “I don’t care about my age, it doesn’t define who I am and what I will do”. Come on, I am sure each one of you MUST BE thinking that you’re getting old, life’s getting harder, work’s going more insane and everyone’s judgments and expectations are getting more and more excruciating.

The night before my birthday, I wanted to be happy but I just wasn’t. I had this conversation with my Creator whether I could still be 22 yrs old this year – of course He responded, “Are you kidding me, gurl?”. As I am far from my family in Jakarta, I didn’t expect them to call or text me to say “Happy biiiiiiirthday, daughter/sister!”. And my friends here (and all over the social media sites), really, I never wanted those wishes upon my face. It is not that I don’t thank you guys, but it’s (again) a little unbearable. Thank you very much for the wishes, I appreciate it that you spared some time to posting the wishes to this corny birthday girl.

By the way, If people ask me about my wishes, that will be millions. Why don’t I just simplify the wish list into three? In the end, it’s my birthday and I have to accept I wholeheartedly. The wishes (or seem more like to-do-list):

  1. Fatten my saving so I can use them later for my future investment and asset; and cut the tendency of buying stuff I don’t need. Who doesn’t want to be rich and happy? This resulted from my latest reading of Rich Dad, Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki. Financial literacy is a must for people who want to make their dream of being ‘rich’ comes true. And then I can buy a nice summer house in Rio de Janeiro in Brazil, Santorini in Greece or Kailua in Hawaii.
  1. Build up my business, so I can start minding my own business and get freaking busy.
  1. Get married?  It doesn’t solve all problems in the world of mine, but at least my parents do not need to feed me up with their concerns and fears anymore, and they can let me be happy on my own feet. I love them to death and no words can describe it. If my wish went “Living by myself” or “Live in my own house alone”, then I will be the most depressing person I could ever be. With a partner of a lifetime, I can still go on with my life. Even the best part is sharing it with someone incredible who wants to be “the” part of my journey. Ultimately, we can resume our journey together like two happy kids – forget all crappy obstacles life would toss, never mind them and be happy. Who’s with me?

So, err… happy birthday, Melski! 
Hope your wishes come damn true…


Monday, August 27, 2012

To the world class house reef

“Pristine water, high biodiversity, home for more than 25 coral reefs and more than 900 marine species solidify Wakatobi National Underwater Park’s spectacular submarine panorama. Varied seabed depths also promise every diver the ocean at its best.” 

Diving in Wakatobi has been a big dream of mine, as it is one of several must-visit dive sites in Indonesia. From searching, discussions and comments from Google and some of friends, I recognize the most important point why Wakatobi is damn good – besides its undersea corals – is the transportation to get there. They say, the harder the site to reach, the more splendid it’d be.

Wakatobi Islands on the map. Can you imagine how many hours to go for island hopping ?

Wakatobi, formerly Tukang Besi (Black Smith) Island, stands for the four big islands that form the renowned name: Wangi-wangi, Kaledupa, Tomia and Binongko. Located in Banda Sea, South East Sulawesi, right in the heart of the coral triangle centre, Wakatobi is blessed with abundantly striking marine bequest.

Visiting the islands is not quite simple. From Jakarta or Makassar, you can take a flight directly to either Baubau on Buton Island (the island near Wakatobi) or Wanci on Wangiwangi Island. It’s more expensive to fly to Wanci than Baubau. Besides, at the time I went there, all flights to Wanci were cancelled. Well, it was the best option that I booked flight to Baubau beforehand.

Dive sites in Tomia island. So many spots, so little time...
The trip was planned even a month before we went. Three days after Ied Al-Fitr in August, my three fellas and I flew to Bau-bau, 50-minute flight from Makassar, South Sulawesi. It was a bit diffy telling my parents that I had to end my Lebaran holiday in Jakarta soon for this dive trip.

We arrived in Baubau on August 22 at around 4:00 PM and found out the Island was still a bit quiet at once due to the Lebaran ambiance. With baggages suitable for seven people, we struggled to carry them here and there. we successfully rented a car for few hours just to spend hours before catching up the boat to Wanci at 9:00 PM.

Anyway, the fastfood restaurant KFC was just built in the heart of Baubau six months ago, and we were pleased to taste it. For us, it was the symbol of civilization of a city when they have KFC in the town. After negotiation of paying Rp 180,000 (US$ 18.9) for the car rent, we moved to the traditional wooden boat. The boat cost us Rp 103,000 per person and took about 8 hours to Wanci.

This was the unexpected, unplanned moment for us. We thought we would have been sailing without ado from Baubau to Tomia (10-12 hours). Instead, we had to stop in Wanci and changed boat to continue the voyage to Tomia with another 4-hour smaller boat trip.

The boat we used to hop from Bau-bau to Wanci
Disappointments started to emerge, as all the boats didn’t depart on time but 1-hour delay – with overloaded passengers. The boat people said it was because of Lebaran Day that the boat was packed and a bit disorganized in management. It should’ve had a boat cruised from Baubau to Tomia regularly; but this time, we were kind of screwed to waste time of a day (that means, two precious dives were skipped)

Bajo's traditional houses built right on the sea. Bajo people is known for their sea-life living.
Well, we managed not to whine about that too much because it wouldn’t change anything anyway. The lesson learned, we have to make a trip on regular days, not on national holidays. Otherwise, this thing will be repeated once again, and we don’t want that.

Thanks God we FINALLY arrived on Tomia at 3:00 PM on the next day. There are two dive centers there, Wakatobi Dive Resort and Tomia Dive Center. You can check both websites to find out about them and you’d find the significant differences between both of the dive centers.

We used Tomia Dive Center (TDC) that is run by a young, vigorous doctor from Jakarta, Dr. Prayudi Sutiono. Yudi picked us up at the jetty and then off to the inn nearby the dive center by ojek (motorcycle taxi). We had to ride for 10 kilometers along the Tomia island until we arrived in the inn – our asses were upset though! Initially, we booked the dive cottage in the dive center in the beach shore, but there was an unpredictable problem that there were visitors stayed there because some locals didn’t tell Yudi. So we rested in the inn for the Day 1 only.

Ready to dive on the first day after the exhausting boat trip we went through...
Yudi became our guide in Tomia, above and underwater (literally). After some quickie preparation to go diving in the late afternoon, we were welcomed with a litter of cold orange soda and late lunch. We ate the scrumptious lunch as if we had not eaten for a month. Unfortunately, the engine of TDC dive boat was broken just a day before we got there, so we got off to the first dive spot named Roma by local’s boat at 4:30 PM.

At 5:30 PM we had done the first outstanding dive and got ready for dinner and a proper sleep as we had to get up at least at 7:00 AM on the next day. Not only all geared up for morning dive, we dragged out our bags and stuffs from the inn to the dive cottage to move in. The weather was a little cloudy as the sun hid beneath those clouds that day; it didn’t feel nice actually.

Preparing SIT - resting between one dive to another - on the beach.
Today, we committed to do four dives, included the night dive. Fried bananas and hot tea/coffee were ready as morning risers before diving. This time, Waha Top was the spot – and all the surface currents that shaking the boats were a serious wake-up alarm for us. Yudi told us the bottom currents were a little hard, so we decided to go back to the cottage for breakfast and tried the spot afterwards.

I could say the first dive that morning was breathtaking. We watched all colorful coral fish came out and played, some schooling of big-eyed Giant Trevallies (GT), sea snake, alligator fish, groupers, table corals and gorgonians. We SIT-ed and had lunch on one of white powdery sand, with rows of coconut trees on Hondue Beach. We tried not to look eager, but we did! We brought tripod and bulky DSLRs with us to the beach and took many pictures while we’re there.

We need to walk on the corals to reach the beach. The boat would smash if parking nearby the beach shore due to the low tide.

The starfish is being 'tortured' by that chubby man above :D
Look at those little feet of starfish!

Two hours later, we resumed the diving to Fan Garden. One of my fella, Hao, decided to stay on Hondue Beach due to his nauseas, so he could join the third and fourth night-session dive. The funny fact was anytime we went undersea without Hao, the diving would be more than 60 minutes.

Butt pose
While on the Island, we always had fish as our daily meals. There were actually tasty and spicy, as I liked them to be. The locals named Mama Kadir and Mama Nongko (these mummies were called based on their first child) cooked all the luscious meals and snacks for us. Yudi told us that besides the seafood, anything were a little bit pricey in Tomia. It made me think that the price we paid (Rp 150,000 for three times of meals per day per person) was worth the situation. After the trip, it kind of made me slightly jaded to have fish for a couple of days in my meals.

At 3:00 PM, we went to the third dive in Teluk Waitii (Waitii Bay) to visit some sea folks of napoleons and GTs. At 4:30 PM, we off to the cottage to fill in some tanks and had preparation for night dive in Mari Mabuk (English: Let’s Drunk – literally) at 6:00 PM. In the first day, the currents in Mari Mabuk was quite challenging and a real hangover-ing, but Yudi ensured us this time it would be much easier as we would do drifted-dive following the reef walls.

In the night dive, another hilarious moment happened when Hao couldn’t control his buoyancy and kept going to the surface. Yudi held him tight and carried him for awhile for safety stop. However, before safety stop could even be managed, my friend Hao was surfacing slowly and we all tried our best to grip him against the currents by making a circle of holding each other arms. It was a total fail and we ended up surfacing in a circle with only 45-minute diving. Such a strong underwater camaraderie we had! Lol

On the following, last day of diving, we had two dives in Ali Reef and Table Coral City. These two spots became our ultimate closing dives. There were table corals, staghorn corals and cabbage corals cover this large seamount. A school of chevron barracudas, mimic octopus and GTs once again were seen. I could not ask for more but this tremendous last dive.

The aquarium-look of Tomia undersea
Mimic octopus
crocodile fish
Muray eel
Back when the lunch was set, we were busy washing and drying the gears while the sun and winds were there. At 4:00 PM, we rode to the peak of Tomia and savored the landscape of the Island. Too bad the sunset couldn’t be spotted caused by the cloudy sky.

Take group picture on the peak of Tomia

When the clock ticked at 6:00 PM, we stepped down the hills and went back to the cottage to pack our bags for the 12-hour sail to Baubau before flying back to Sorowako on Sunday morning.

the sunset seen after the night dive

Sampai jumpa lagi, Wakatobi!

Sunday, August 26, 2012

How I know I love you

I know I love you because I want to get you soup when you’re sick. Not only do I want to get it for you, I want to make it for you so you can eat something made with love instead of with crushed insects and preservatives. I know I love you because I want to slap anyone who hurts you, even if it’s your boss. I want to hold you when you’re having a nightmare and kiss the spot that hurts when you bump into something. 

I know I love you because I want you to be healthy even when you’re not sick, and that’s why I keep bugging you to change your crappy eating ways even though I know you’re over hearing about it.

I know I love you because I worry about the stuff only people who love you worry about, like the amount of quality sleep you get a night and how much you drink when you’re sad and whether you’re getting enough vitamin B. Like probably more than your mom does, I’m not sure she especially cares about vitamin B. I know I love you because I freak out when you’re obviously disintegrating yet too stubborn and too “I’m fine” to actually go to the doctor, even though I do that sort of thing myself.

I know I love you because I think you’re beautiful even when you’re not. And I don’t mean good-looking, I mean beautiful, beautiful like there’s something pervasive and magnetic about you that comes through even when you look positively bad. I think you’re beautiful even when you’re hungover and puking your guts out, covered in hives, or when half your face is purple and swollen because you decided to cosplay Fight Club and punched yourself in the eye too hard. I know I love you because I think you’re beautiful even when you’re wearing Crocs and that’s no small accomplishment.

I know I love you because I can’t abandon you, not even when you’re being a dick. Not even when you’re being ten dicks. Normally I don’t put up with that sort of behavior but I love you and I understand you’re stressed or frustrated or PMS-y so I’ll let it slide for a little bit. 

But I also love you enough to call you out on it when it gets to be too much. I know I love you because only people who love you care to say something about your bad behavior instead of saying nothing and just calling you an asshole behind your back.

I know I love you because I want to listen, I really do. I don’t have anywhere to be that can’t wait for a while and I’m not checking my phone, in fact turned it off and buried it in the cushions the moment you said you needed me. I’m here for you and that other thing can wait.

I know I love you because I’m truly concerned with how your life turns out. It’s not just that I want you to “be happy” or attain that vague self-helpy “inner peace” bullshit we’re all supposed to aspire toward, I want you to express yourself and be fulfilled and feel like you’re living life for a good reason, not just passing the time. I want everything to work out for you the way it should and I want to be there for it, occasionally with champagne.

And I’m genuinely convinced that I love you because I want to do things for you that I don’t want to do for anyone, ever. Examples: I’ll babysit your loud sticky children when you have them. I’ll bring you ice water and take care of you when you eat too much ecstasy like an idiot. I’ll even stand there patiently with a video camera as you attach piranhas to your nipples when you’re broke and trying to get on Jackass, all that and more. 

That’s how I know I love you, and I hope you know it too.

Source: Thought Catalog, written by Mila Jaroniec

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