2 years ago
I had once told someone... "Please be careful with my heart as its labelled fragile. Once its broken it will never be the same again. Bumped and scratched it may have for all the years it had been through. But please be careful not to break it." - this is the trust I place unto that person. Yet it was dropped and broken . . .
Today marked the 11th Death Anniversay of my beloved Grandma. A week before my birthday. The birthday celebration where each teenager would look forward to. To the freedom and the independence that comes at that age. In the midst of all the preparation for the celebration. A phone call from my uncle had it shattered down to pieces. - That is how I celebrated my birthday. I just hated her at that moment on my journey to hometown. Celebration was one thing . . . "Why at the time where each teenager look forward to have to be like this?"
At the jetty of the Samosir Island. It was a short walk distance to the court of King Sialiagan. Passing through row of shops selling local handicraft such as wallets, bags, clothes, belts, wooden arts and many more.
Tomok, where the the Tomb of King Sidabutar is located a short walk away from the lake, at a little uphill from the main road passing through a small alley with souvenir stalls. Before entering the grave, one is required to put on the Ulos of the Batak to show respect, this is available at the gate.
Since we are already talking about the lake, here are the beautiful views in the morning of the lake the following day after our stay at Toledo Inn. It was more cooling in the morning comparing to the noon ride we had yesterday.
Lake Toba or Danau Toba with the Samosir Island, forms the heart of the beautiful a beautiful caldera high in the treeless mountains of northern Sumatra. The lake was formed about 100,000 years ago after a giant eruption. It is the largest lake of southeastern Asia measuring 31 kilometer and covers an area of 1146km sq. It is also the deepest lake in the world, its exact depth is still unknown, but it is for sure deeper than 450meters. Lake Toba is the homeland of the Toba Batak, of which Danau Toba forms the centre, consists of five regions. Everywhere there is enough water, there are ricefields broken up by Toba villages with their characteristic houses, churches and graves. The volcanic soils are remarkably fertile and the Toba highlands have been inhabited for centuries.
We stopped by at St Fidelis Church, a small bricked white church on our way downhill from the Niagara Hotel. There is a small compound for Mother Mary. It seems all churches had one. Sort of like a thinking pool my school has.
The walkabout at Niagara Hotel and Resort.
Do bear with me on the whole load of pictures! I could not resist on sharing them . . . (^▽^)
Do bear with me on the whole load of pictures! I could not resist on sharing them . . . (^▽^)
Waking up a as early as at 5am to proceed to our next destination after our breakfast – Lake Toba. We seize the time available before and after breakfast to capture the beautiful surroundings of the hotel before checking out to Samosir Island.
Niagara Hotel and Resort is situated high on a hill overlooking the Lake Toba at Parapat. It does indeed the most beautiful scenery of Lake Toba as they claimed in their website. We could not get a better looking picture of the accomodation
Other than the father and some sisters in the area, we did not meet other Capuchins friar in the area. Anyway, after lunch father show us around the compound and the facilities available there.
It was almost an hour plus of drive from the Paten to the retreat house. Driving through palm estate and narrow road which only allows two small cars to pass is an old Franciscan Retreat House. Driving through the estate, it can be observed that the Indonesians are courteous to take their turn and would move to sidelines to let larger passing vehicle pass quite unlike the Malaysians back home, where each wants to go ahead of each other.
According to the tour leader, the retreat house is undergoing renovation and upgrading works. The current retreat house is so unlike the old time when he was there last; previously the place was quite run down. A part from the renovation debris, the place was quite unexpected pretty and peaceful. There was so much greenery and the fresh air (though the haze problem is alarming back in Malaysia where the haze was from Indonesia itself - even my colleague warn me not to get burned from the forest fire. Cis!) . . . at the retreat house after going through the long long way of estate road. (Sounded a little like the Snow White where she traveled way way into the dark forest.)
According to the tour leader, the retreat house is undergoing renovation and upgrading works. The current retreat house is so unlike the old time when he was there last; previously the place was quite run down. A part from the renovation debris, the place was quite unexpected pretty and peaceful. There was so much greenery and the fresh air (though the haze problem is alarming back in Malaysia where the haze was from Indonesia itself - even my colleague warn me not to get burned from the forest fire. Cis!) . . . at the retreat house after going through the long long way of estate road. (Sounded a little like the Snow White where she traveled way way into the dark forest.)
Upon arrival at the Polonia Airport, Medan Indonesia we were greeted by our local tour guide and was shown to our bus. The Polonia Airport is quite small and it is just a few meters walks from the plane to the immigration counter. After the immigration office, our hand luggage was scanned again before we collect our checked-in luggage. It was a long queue to the counter itself . . . this reminded me of the entrance to Macau last year.
After we boarded the bus, which was relatively small compare to our tour buses. The bus just manage to fit all 37 of us without any extra seats and the space for baggage is way too small as there are at least 6 luggage are place behind our seats and on the pathway.
After we boarded the bus, which was relatively small compare to our tour buses. The bus just manage to fit all 37 of us without any extra seats and the space for baggage is way too small as there are at least 6 luggage are place behind our seats and on the pathway.
Just Give Me A Reason!
Yes, this is a music from P!nk. Just got addicted to this song after my cousin posted this on her FB many months ago. I don't know why, but this is one song which I got addicted before all the disappearance game started. It was like a Déjà vu kind of thing.
Yes, this is a music from P!nk. Just got addicted to this song after my cousin posted this on her FB many months ago. I don't know why, but this is one song which I got addicted before all the disappearance game started. It was like a Déjà vu kind of thing.
Stay . . . I would have told him to. But as times passes. I don't think this will be the way it should be. I am losing myself in this emotional battle. Apart from liking this song... Think I should not make him stay if he had already intended to go.
Every event and happening in like a chapter in each person's book. One can choose to end the chapter and start a new one . . . so can I, Its my life - My Book!
Moving on and letting go isn't easy, but sometimes you need to start over and be new again.
It is really rare that I would listen to Chinese genre music whereby I'm a totally banana. To my surprise, I was once addicted to this song after it was sent to me. I don't know why. Probably because of the lyrics which does explains in some way how I hoped it would be.
How many times we had watched in movies, read in books and listen to our friends talking about how they met their soul mate or how they met someone. The path which they crosses and how things turn out after that.
Everything has a beginning and an ending . . . that is the way it should be. I believe that dealing with pain is a process which has no time frame. It could not be rushed or pushed, but the time will come. I am unsure when will it be, the time where I will look back and it will only be a memory which no longer will triggers the emotional button. By then will only be looking beck as part of your memories.
26 days and still counting . . . The pain of missing someone is difficult. Especially when you do not know what is the reason behind it. Like a lost puppy wandering around wondering why the owner had disowned him and abandon him. The feeling of pain of being betrayed and abandoned . . .
Came across this song and it just got stuck. How often is one being betrayed or betray someone?
People say you don't know what you've got till it's gone. Truth is, you knew what you had, you just never thought you'd lose it. - yesiammyownshrink