I wondered, "Where have I been all this time?" It was a sunny morning. I felt sunny just like the morning and my heart and my walk were so light I could fly like an Angel. I was actually on the way to my English class, as I usually have every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, when I spontaniously got off the car, walked to the river bank, and took some snapshots of my shinning silvery river of Mahakam. This time sunrise was on the river. Beautiful! Our river, Mahakam, rising in the highlands of Borneo in Long Apari district, flows as far as 400 miles (680 km) east-southeast, crossing our city Samarinda the capital of East Borneo (48 km or 30 miles from the river mouth) , and to the Makassar Strait , in a wide delta. I wished I could sail away on my shining silvery river on a boat that brings me to one of my best friend Dewi Putri in Makassar. "Sail Away, Sail Away, Sail Away…" singing with Enya….. I really loved to watch those boats on the harbour… those are boats that transport the coals from the coal mining in the hinterland of East Borneo, some are of vegetables and fruits, while others are for those going to the hinterland or to Sulawesi, the Celebes island in the east. As I turned my head to the west… I see another panorama.. A man alone in his boat facing to the west… Our Grand Mosque facing the east stands confidently, it is one of a phenomenal architecture in our city, a landmark. This is the color of 'Air Mahakam', the river water… this is typical river in Borneo, the water is yellow. The myth is that those who ever taste the water will always come back to East Borneo. 
I was amazed on how beautiful my home city is.
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And my heart keeps singing… this time is with Sarah Brightman's The Journey Home…
The journey home is never too long
Your heart arrives before the train
The journey home is never too long
Some yesterdays always remain
I'm going back to where my heart was light
When my pillow was a ship I sailed through the night
The journey home is never too long
When open arms are waiting there
The journey home is never too long
There's room to love and room to spare
I want to feel the way that I did there
And think my wishes through before I wish again
The journey home is never too long
Home hopes to heal the deepest pain
The journey home is never too long
Your heart arrives before the train
Not every boat you come across is one you have to take
Now sometimes standing still can be the best move you ever make
The song is dedicated to Dewi Putri, Keep on Shining! Emit your Light!
It was so sunny yesterday morning. Sunrise is always beautiful wherever it takes place. It does not matter on the beach or the dessert, in the city, the baby morning sun always keeps on shining.
I watched the one that rose on the roof yesterday.
I captured another photos of dew. I admire droplets of dew so much that dew always consoles my heart and mind. Seeing the droplets of dew holding on to the branch gives me strength somehow. It simply reminds me to keep holding on to the inner me, to my dreams and hopes, to my faith, keep believing in myself.
And still about discovering treasures... I think it is part of my personal legend lately... I found those 'who' smell good and share their fragrance to the fresh morning air in my garden.
Here is the Indonesian Roses. There are a lot of roses like this in my Mama's garden. The color is quite daring, fuchsia! They smell so lovely. They are not the typical roses that can last for days though. But they bloom everyday every seasons. I often put them in a Vase, oh dear, they absorb water so much you know, always thirsty.
One idea that popped up yesterday was: 'destroying' my skirt. I have this white long skirt made of a very soft fabric that I rarely wore it. And I have no idea how this idea came to turn this skirt into ...... a curtain! 
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