Just Some Story of Mine

The Dream Land

It is  always astonishing how our brain works. How it can master all the organ of our body, consciously, subconsciously and unconsciously. Expert says that generally we only use 10 % of our brain potential. Only 10 % and it can really sustain all the activities, all the breath, all the heart-beats without any single misbeat and mismatch…all the memories, all the emotion and all the feelings for the rest of human’s life…

Ah…it is autumn again here. The campus streets smell like fallen ginko again. Soon, the leaves are going to be golden again. Rain will come again and the temperature will drop again. Again and again every year…every autumn…every October…without mistake…without misplace…like our brain…it repeats the same beat of heart-beat…it inhales and exhales the same oxygen and carbon-dioxide.

It is always surprising how a city can make you want to go back there. All the adventure seems never quite enough to fill our adventurous spirit. Time seems never enough to visit every corner of it. Stories and memories are never be enough to fill our travel journal and our brain. And all the smile and kindness and hospitality are never  be enough to be felt. It is always surprising how you miss a city.

This is the story of the city, Yogyakarta. My second best favorite city. The story in the dream land of summer. Its beauty and its memories.

Javanese Art and Culture museum, Ullen Sentalu Jl. Boyong Km 25, Kaliurang, Sleman, Daerah Istimewa Yogyakarta, Indonesia +62 274 895161 When you enter the museum, you will feel that you enter a different world. The ambiance. The scent. The breeze. The mystic colonial stone building. The 3D painting. The letters and Gusti Nurul's story.

Javanese Art and Culture museum, Ullen Sentalu
Jl. Boyong Km 25, Kaliurang, Sleman, Daerah Istimewa Yogyakarta, Indonesia
+62 274 895161
When you enter the museum, you will feel that you enter a different world. The ambiance. The scent. The breeze. The mystic colonial stone building. The 3D painting. The letters and Gusti Nurul’s story.

Sumur Gumuling, Taman Sari tourism complex, Yogyakarta. The underground mosque in Taman Sari tourism complex. Its five stairs reflects the 5 pillars of Islam.

Sumur Gumuling, Taman Sari tourism complex, Yogyakarta.
The underground mosque in Taman Sari tourism complex. Its five stairs reflects the 5 pillars of Islam.

King Boko Palace Jalan Raya Jogja-Solo, Prambanan, Yogyakarta, Indonesia +62 274 496 510 The monastery on hill,Abhayagiri Vihara. A peaceful hill  where my patience and love of people were tested. The tropical mount wind somehow calmed down my emotion. So, many people took selfie pictures and it was difficult to took a clear view of the ruins and the sun. Luckily, I snapped this moment.

King Boko Palace
Jalan Raya Jogja-Solo, Prambanan, Yogyakarta, Indonesia +62 274 496 510
The monastery on hill,Abhayagiri Vihara.
A peaceful hill where my patience and love of people were tested. The tropical mountain wind somehow calmed down my emotion. So, many people took selfie pictures and it was difficult to took a clear view of the ruins and the sun. Luckily, I snapped this moment.

Jomblang cave, Semanu, Gunung Kidul, Yogyakarta The heavenly ray of lights from Luweng/Goa Grubug (Grubug Cave).  The feeling of hanging 60-m-height by two-ropes. The thrill of walking in a complete dark cave. The relieve of seeing the beautiful light at the end of the way. The experience of seeing God's beauty in His creation.

Jomblang cave, Semanu, Gunung Kidul, Yogyakarta
The heavenly ray of lights from Luweng/Goa Grubug (Grubug Cave).
The feeling of hanging 60-m-height by two-ropes. The thrill of walking in a complete dark cave. The relieve of seeing the beautiful light at the end of the way. The experience of seeing God’s beauty in His creation. credit: Dheny Hiras Pasaribu 

Autumn is the end of summer. The end of the dream land. Is it the end? or is it only the beginning of another dream?

“…bahwa yang membekas dari lilin bukan lelehannya, melainkan wajahmu sebelum gelap…” – Sujiwo Tejo in Rahvayana

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