Fin & Gill

Let me tell you the biggest highlight of my last trip.

It's actually something I've done before in Bali.

Snorkeling.

First time doing this was last August with two friends in Amed. We had fun, they got back upland, I stayed for more. I knew I liked it but that was all. After that time, I didn't feel like I wanted more snorkeling.

Until Gili. I never been to Gili before. People said that the water's clear, way clearer than Bali. I just yeahed them and took it for granted because I hadn't actually seen it live. So once I got there, boom, it struck my eyes, my mind and my heart. Especially after I got the equipment, and swam among the surface of the ocean.

Oh. My. God.

It was seriously clear. I could see the corals, the fishes were swimming before me, I even saw a sea turtle! It was so beautiful I didn't even notice that I was like a hundred meters away already from the beach. And when I reached the level where it was like two stories deep to the ocean floor, I began to feel this fear of drowning -started panicking and losing my breath- so I acted calm and swam back to the sand.

But it couldn't stop me from swimming back to that point.

I knew I would started to lose my calm again but,

I just couldn't get enough of that. 

Picture of Atlantica, obtained from here.

If I now recall the way I lost my mind, gave no shit about the possibility of drowning and kept swimming instead, feels like I wanna hit the back of my head and shout to myself "what the hell were you thinking??"

But then if I recall of how beautiful the view I peeked from that calm surface was, how vast the blue space around me and how I subconsciously praising Allah when swimming near the depth, I can actually block my own back-head-attack and answer, "but you enjoyed it eh?"

I'm into it. So much.

For now yes, I'm into it.

Well... I hope it lasts longer.

And I get more chance to snorkel.

And when seeing the ocean, I can be calmer.

But umm...

Calmer while all around me is just, water? How?

Should I make a deal with Ursula?

Rebirthday

For you who have no idea, according to the Hijri calendar, I was born in the holy month of Ramadan -well that's why my middle name is 'Ramadan', and that's why I'm holy :)

But somehow, people oftenly mistaken the date. When they ask my full name and Ramadan is near, they'll be like "Oh cool, you'll be having your birthday soon!" but seriously guys, you do know that Hijri calendar's not synced with Gregorian. So my birthday is March 27, and don't you guys bother asking me some treats in Ramadan.

Although actually, I know when my Hijri birthday is.

All these years, all these 21 years living in this planet, I never knew in what Islamic date I was born. Mom and dad never had an idea either, so I convinced myself that I lost the track.

But fool me, I never realized in what era I'm living now. So weeks ago, I browsed the internet to find out what Hijri date was that when I was born on March 27. And boom, I finally answered my all time top priority question of my life.

And yes, it's today.

Ramadan 23rd. Today.

Picture of Agrabah, obtained from here.

I'm so glad I finally explored it.

Now I have two birthdays in one year.

But don't you guys bother asking me some treats

Because we're fasting, remember? :)

It's Morphin' Time!

I'm done being excited about writing.
Everyone knows that I'm interested a lot in writing.
Now it's time for me to introduce something else, besides writing.

And that else, is childhood.

I don't know what to say about childhood.
I love childhood, I adore so much about my childhood.
I'd do anything to turn back in time, enjoy every piece of my childhood.

Or at least, collect what's left behind from my childhood.

But I have no idea where to find them.
What I still keep from my childhood, is my memory.
And now, this blog will help me rebuild those long lost moments.

So...

Thanks, rifkyramadhan.blogspot.com.
I gained enough reputation using my own name.

Picture of Neverland, obtained from here.

Now wish me luck in Neverland