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Waw, jamuran juga blog ini. Payo, nyonya datang nih, mana taburan beras kunyitnya hehe ūüėä.

Seriously, this blog’s very… nice for me. In the first, this blog’s special for me to update and sharing about journey. But…, sometimes my journey’s posted in my blogspot.

Well, I think it’s no problemo. Gak apa-apalah.Just want to give you a news, my blogspot was change to privat domain : http://www.ellysuryani.com.

See you there. Bye.


It’s About A Cup of Coffee

It’s a cup of coffee, the only thing in my mind when I wake up in the morning. Yeah, a cup of coffee it’s a sexy an awesome drinks. In some situation, of course I prefer to choose a cup of coffee rather than other beverage. Especialy on an airplane, on a morning flight. That’s why i prefer to choose Garuda Indonesia, The National airplane in Indonesia. Because, Garuda Indonesia, the only domestic airplane that can make me chose a cup of coffee.

Here’s, you can see my story¬†¬† http://lifestyle.kompasiana.com/urban/2013/06/13/nikmatnya-ngopi-di-balik-awan-bersama-garuda-indonesia-568366.html

Love in The Grassland

ImagePhotografer: Musli

God, look at the picture. It’s very beautiful, is not it. A wide grassland. A place where the wind blew the branches and moving the grass. Some of it¬† white flowers fly and dance wind the wind.

I like weeds. Because weeds taught me many thing about strongness. It.s the real rover. Thatch is a true explorer. Winds bring the flowers and the seeds everywhere untill thy reproduce.

I wish, I were there with my soulmate, hahahaha. Of course, only a dream. This lovely picture belong to my friend. I borrowed to be my posting here with his permission.  Someday this picture give me some inspiration so I can write a fiction.  Perhaps, a novel. Salam.


Yeah, Durian. We called it “Duren”. It’s yummy fruit for me. This is South Sumatera Durian. Because it colour’s yellow, we named it with Duren Tembaga. Just visit my province, South Sumatera. Now is time for this fruit. Everywhere’s full with Durians. I said (in bahasa Indonesia), musim durian telah tiba….


The Shapeless Hate

I looked at today. There was no sense except hate. No, not you but the hate itself. Hate was shapeless and did not form. But it was real Like the fog that covered the view when it’s arrived at my face. Ah, how much hate is excruciating. It’s mistery. So, just get rid of this hate. Flash, with just one hand stamped. After all, it’s just like the fog in front of my face. Just throw it, or leave. Done. Case’s over.

Gong Xi Fat Coi

Here come a new year for my chinesse friends. Something that we call as “Imlek”. It’s a glory day, it’s a holyday. Great time, great moment for us. Parent and their children take an hopelly day. Children happy with their angpao, runnning with their lampion, and happy with their special food such as “Kue Keranjang” and “Jeruk Shantang”. Me too. I’m happy with those imlek memorize in my past time when I was a child.

So, from the bottom of my heart, I just want to tell u,tell the world,

“Happy Imlek. Happy New Year. Gong xi fat coi….. ”


Dance O free minds
Before you leave the former step
Before raindrop be swift
Before you shake off a sense of despair

So she too danced
just as the “flavor” danced her despair.
You, have you danced your taste …?
Was desperate to dance ….?

Something In My Mind

It’s a quiet situation, and I liked it. It’s two weeks ago. I just closed my eyes. Tried to read my heart, my soul, my mind. At the time, some breeze come to my heart. Some whisper of palm tree come to my ear. Nice, breeze, and quiet. What a wonderful moment. Something in my mind, it’s a quietly contemplation. So let’s try to looking for our nice mind in everywhere.

Stories of My Windows

A window for me….was a place where I can see the world. Sometimes, I just watch the outside from my windows. Every windows have their own story. It also give us some inspiration. Look at those windows, there’re some windows of mine.

Firs one, hm…more dark, because early morning in my bedroom. Saturday’s a holyday for me. So I just take a rest with some contemplation in my bedroom. At the same time, those windows give me some inspiration. They bring me to this idea. So, I take my camera, and take those pictures.

The second one, it’s a windows of my living room. Look at the outside, more clear. A sunny day give their smile for me. A fresh morning ready for us. Watch your windows.

The third one, this is a windows at left side of my house. It’s the true window. Look at that window, we can see another build (neighbour’s house). Hm, I can hear some noisy from this windows. My neighbour’s voices. I can smell some aroma’s of the neighbour cooks. Such as fried-rice, smell of belacan (you know belacan…?), etc. It’s yummy.

It’s all about stories of my windows. What about your windows…? Do you like your windows…?

Morning’s Contemplation

It’s last year. Someone on the beach,early morning. Just walking around the beach. She was waiting for the sunshine come from the east. Finally, the sun smile for her. It’s make her soul warm. Enjoyable and peaceful. At the moment, she’s happy. I don’t know why. I thing life’s beautiful. Morning sunshine make her heart more brightness. It’s make her soul smiling too. What a beautiful life.

That’s all. It’s just a morning’s contemplation. Take your sun for your soul. Sun for the life as the morning smile. Do you like sunshine on the early morning….?

Tekwan on The Drizzle

Almost sunset here. I eat “Tekwan”. At the same time, drizzle appear form the sky. So, I eat my tekwan with my energy. It’s yummy.

Tekwan (kind of meat-ball fish from my city, Palembang, South Sumatera) and the drizzle, what an awesome moment for me. I like Tekwan, and I like drizzle. That soup make me warm on the drizzle. Drizlle, make my soul more colourful. A bowl on the drizzle, hm yummy and nice moment. So, let’s try a bowl of tekwan, maybe you like it.

Sense Of Her “April”

Someone was standing in a spot of the earth. Dots on all these degrees north latitude and those degrees south latitude. Star studded sky in front oh her, friend. The sky was giving her a slightly different flavor. There is a sense come to her. He, she doesn’t know what flavor. That sense ‘s difficult to define.

After all fifteen minutes, finally someone who was staring at the sky sighed. Sighed because it realized that this is the first day in the month of April. Yes this is the feeling that her “April”. She named it so. For suppose it will usually arrive simultaneously with the arrival in April. A feeling that is born of joy to welcome the month of April. A burst of flavor that comes from the soul when the month of April arrived. She too smiled. Finally, suppose it is also undefined. Sense of April. Pain is to “April”.

When she was smiling, smiling at herself, something pierce her soul. Something flushed with happiness. Like a green colour around her. Cool. Soft. Heartfelt embrace until a relief and peace emerged. Maybe like arrow from above lover come to her heart.

Uh, she chuckled herself was so aware her feeling been flying so far. Retreat is a matter of days long past. The first day when love blossoms in April. What a long day. Thus sensation comes every April arrived. She smiling, came a smell that came to the smell. Some roses in the right corner where she stood apparently were in bloom. Small roses with delicate signature scent. That roses achieved instantly and kissed with all flavors.

Hey, look at it like that, amazing for me. I have shifted the center to leave him this happy. I do not want to disturb her. At least I’m happy he’s still keeping his old happiness today. The day arrived in April. The Flower of Wild Grass (Ilalang) I have wandered again my friend. Wherever the south wind will take me. Everywhere. Whenever he wanted.

Before the South wind blow me again, I want to pray for you all. Hope this April will blow a sense of happiness and joy. Come, to “April” is our feeling

A Cup Of Coffee, A Sexy Beverage In The Morning

A cup of coffee, for me it’s a sexy beverage. Hm, it’s make me strong and warm. Shruppppp, maknyus (ups, sorry Indonesian slang = awesome). Nice for my soul. A cup of coffee, it’s a revolution for my head. Everything can be do with a cup of coffee.

The sunshine, the whisper of some birds, a breeze of the wind, a smile of the flowers…., it’s sexy and very exotic with a cup of coffee. So, let’s drink a cup of coffee this morning. The days’s always colourful and freshly.

Sembilang, A Paradise’s Mangrove From South Sumatera

If the north wind has made you uncomfortable with the rover. If the west wind has been so often you visited. If the east wind has made you bored. So, come to the south’s a new direction you can go. Yes let the south wind brings your body and your soul. Beautiful traveled to the south. Sembilang was the name, a paradise of mangrove from South Sumatera, Indonesia.

Sembilang, Sembilang National Park, a mangrove area with all the biota and completeness of their habitats. This is a divine gift of a natural area, the beautiful paradise of mangrove. This are is located in the district Banyuasin, South Sumatra Province. About 4 hours drive from the city of Palembang. This original mangrove area in the shape of nature, not the area that deliberately artificial humans, with an area of 205,750 hectares. According to the survey results Wetland International Indonesia Program in 2004 there is a mangrove. Best mangrove and widest for west region of Indonesia. According to the survey results Carbon and Environmental Research in 2008 Sembilang mangrove area is the best in the world mangrove after Papua.

There are 17 species of mangrove (true mangrove), 6 species of mangrove follow-up, 8 species of swamp forest vegetation. Even the kind that has destroyed on other places. In addition the region has a diversity of flora Sembilang such as various types of orchids, many species of palm. Neither some diversity of animal such as mangrove;s tiger, Sumatran Tiger, various species of monkeys, various types of squirrels, monkeys, and the Irrawaddy Dolphin Dolphins Bangkok. Various types of reptiles, there are also crocodiles and crocodile Sinyulong Estuary, there are also lizard and so on. Various species of birds, crabs, shrimp swamp, lobster, white shrimp, shrimp Dogol, Tiger Shrimp, grouper, fish Belanak, also typical Sembilang fish there. in October, thousands of migratory birds from various countries including from Siberia to fill the sky and swooped Sembilang there looking for food in the region. Very beautiful scenery you can see the picture above.

If you like origin of nature, enjoying and experiencing a diversity of biological landscape, then the National Park is an alternative Sembilang in southern Sumatra, you can visit. Come there friends, you will find a paradise of God provided for us in this mangrove area. I have once there, well … it felt like I was there again. I never forget splashing water licking my feet, which in my ankles crab crawl. Similarly, the sea waves from Bangka Strait on the other corner of the area, filled the soul. Come to Sembilang friends, paradise of mangrove from the south.

That’s a note of soul journey for today. I think my soul wandered back to the region. Sembilang National Park, South Sumatra potential should be developed, maintained, and preserved. If the hurly burly of the world make you boring and eventually make you tired, then the universe with this beauty is God’s grace can comfort our souls. That’s Sembilang National Park in my notes, one of God’s grace and favor in the form of a beautiful landscape I have ever seen. I end the note with the message of this nature for us ….. Which favors of your Lord will ye deny Which …..!? Let us think together.

I’m On My Way

I’m on my way to the place where the peace is
I’m on my way to the deeply warm of my soul
I’m on my way to the honestly blue my heart
I’m on my way to the points of my honestly way.

I’m glad to have my own purity no matter if nobody like it. Happy with my own sense. Happy with my own purity. Comforts with my own way. That’s all the whisper of cogon-grass flower. Just give you that whisper. Adios. Continue reading “I’m On My Way”

Her Dream About “Ilalang”

Hm, you must be dont know what’s “Ilalang”. It’s a wildgrass in tropical country. It latin name’s Imperata Cylindrica. Other country named it as “Cogon Grass”. She really…. yearned that grass. I dont know why. Maybe…..cause she has some nice memories with Ilalang. If she bored with something, she imagine that grass. As if the graas in the front of her. That’s why I call her with My Ilalang Woman. In Indonesian language Perempuan Ilalangku.

Here’s her note about Ilalang:

it’s was me The Ilalang’s quite and distant. Undulating in the breeze, to the left and right, sometimes iamlessly. I was lonely distant reeds there. Far away from the busy people with all thir activities. Iam the grass is far away from all the word goes wild. I weed it is.

Smile of This Morning

That’s the smile of this morning that I found from beside my house. As a tropical country, Indonesia has a lot¬† of¬† kind of orchid. I’am not sure what kind of orchid this mine. But, I like it. I called it as “si Unguku”, my purple.

As if she smile to me. As if she kissed my face.  I dont know why those sentimental sense come to me this morning. Dunno. Well, I hope you take the smile  of your morning, too.

Two Women At The Dry Grassland

In a spot of this earth, when the day was sunny. Two women were walking in the middle of  the dry grassland. Steps the women were staight. The sun was directly overhead both. In their minds, a million hope and dreams of a better life for the families in mind flowing warms as they hurried home while upholding a pile of grass and firewood in the head.

Two women are accidentely I found¬† when I was suddenly missing my dream about a grassland at this afternoon. Weeds not beautiful as I had found. This a grassland dry reeds. And dry grass when even bring this beautifully turnmoil in the minds of excitement…? Something that I could not answer .

In the shadow behind the two women, I see the spirit. As if they were walking in the front of me. As if I could hear them snorting breath too short conversatition both about rice, sugar, and salt who lives on a piece of their hut. And suddenly I remembered Atuzah, fictional character at my first posting (at another blog af mine in blogspot). Dunno. Maybe the asnwers why the turnmoil that comes with a beautiful mind.

The two women who walked in the middle af a dry grassland present spirit. Like the spirit women all around the word who want a smoky hut because there can be cooked therein, with the laughter of their children laughing at them. It’s like I realize¬† that day has got to be thankfull this today. Well are not must be grateful that there are many things we can do for our families, for around us, for this universe. l’sn it…friend…?