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I’m still here. Oh, in the case of this picture, we’re still here. Daisy had to be the one to click the shutter.

Just dropping a note on this good month to wish you (yes, you whoever still visit this dormant blog) a very blessed Aidilfitri with your loved ones. A celebration to the return of our Fitrah after a month of conscious communal cleansing and purification, a wise friend of mine said.

Also the old fashion way, Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf Zahir Batin.

Instead putting it into words and stills like previous years, hope this will do:

When in Australia


Dear friends. Readers. Strangers.

I’ve been slow on words. Very slow. Actually probably the slowest I’d ever been. A part of me doesn’t want to give up this space. A part of me want to keep it just to myself. Lately I’ve been questioning about how much should I reveal about my life. For some reason these days with all the things we share on this virtual space, privacy seems to have better meaning than before. And that’s how I feel most of the time. But the deepest surface of my heart still want to blog. It kinda starting to become old school now, blogging, don’t you think?

Or maybe there is nothing significant happened in my life. Sometimes I feel that monotony is eating me deep inside, that routine was getting lethal. But there were some lucky strikes, like of that previous two posts I shared with you. Yeah, maybe only travels are worth sharing these days. They are personally unspecific, a general subject and hopefully inspires people. Or could be my trick of trying to get you people fund my travels if you want me to write more.. 😛

Since we started climbing, we have totally altered our ways of traveling. We were totally uninterested with the cities, with the shops, with rubbing shoulders with other tourists, we even omitted architectural interest out of this latest venture of ours. We pursued different purpose, craved for different kind of journey, which made climbing the crème de la crème, the pick of the crop of the trip. We travelled for 5 days, slept in a different camp sites for 4 nights until we reached the superlative of it, at the top of one of the crag in the magnificent, remote Arapiles. Never would I have thought that I am this girl, who would be more than just OK sleeping and cooking in a cramped van, suffered a cold wind of night or go outside to pee in the dark.

There’s so much to say about this trip, but I just would sum it as a merely, perfect, one. As perfect as I could’ve hoped for and wanted to. With people who are my companions and compassions in life. That even a wrong turn brought us to the right place. Where we were late but on time. When we wanted more days and then had more days. Like seriously, too-good-to-be-true happened on this trip and I will forever be grateful for that.

True enough that the most beautiful thing in this world is the world itself. There were a lot of times where I stood in many places during the trip and it reminded me of how small I actually am, the true artist inside our Creator and feeling blessed for the opportunity. If ever in the future of my little indefinite life I get to experience this again, I will be way too lucky.








P/S: I bought my .com after it finally became available! Funny how I rarely write or post these days but still managed to upgrade this space.  So yeah, its now shalizamokhtar.com. Save yourselves some trouble from the slightly longer type. 😉



True enough, that the most beautiful thing in this world is the world itself.
I hope there will be more words from me soon.
But until then..



Natimuk was just an excuse for Mount Arapiles, except that we arrived at the right time, during the right light.

4 Years Young

Dear Daisy.
You turned 4 last month.
I don’t want to say much, except, how much I love you.

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