hedda medina mecca

finally back, after more than a week staying abroad. my superior overseas travel was exhausting and tho i felt nothing different (say a little) with my religious life (i dont know is it my fortune or not that i didnt become one of those pious people after i got back) but i did learn something from my 9 days journey. now i kinda understand the eternal culture and rules of harem city.

the key to stick wit the rules, yes you should be a good person there and you'll get a good feed back then, and the key to be save there (if you're women) is to cover all your womanly curves and walk with your man or any partners you have. but overall its all relative.

cars, women, animal, building, educations, holidays, sharks of red sea, camels, pigeons, black robes, eyes of womens, Arabian food, African beggars, magnetic rocky desert, King Fahd's palace, statues, tourists, and qisos. those words run thru my head as if you see words that has been underlined on someone's note.

city lights

Medina is implicitly gorgeous especially at dusk

Mecca is strangely beautiful

and Hedda my first and last check point of the journey. below made me went aach..

a bye bye gift for mr. A

the trip II

after a whole tiring week, trunkloads with thousands shitty questions and disappointed scores, i decided to go to galeri nasional last monday to see the manifesto exhibition there. with my little friend and her cousin from surabaya (vania and her cousin cemara) we looked around galnas which was pretty tiring but also thrilling.
but i personally think that someone should renovate the gallery somehow, cos it's like 35 C there. this is my lil review :
the exhibition? awesome and some are pretty scary
my favorite artwork are these