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From 24K… to suspension… to starting again at 10K. It wasn’t easy watching everything disappear overnight. But I’m still here. And so are you. Thank you to every single person who stayed, supported, and followed again. This journey isn’t just numbers … it’s real people. We rebuild. We continue. The story goes on. 🦩✨

2025 wasn’t an easy year for me. Some chapters ended without warning — Jalan2 3.0 with over 3,000 members disappeared, and a Twitter account built over years with 22,000 followers was gone. It hurt, it was heavy, and there were moments I questioned everything. But endings don’t erase the journey, the lessons, or the people who believed along the way. As the sun sets on 2025, I choose to carry forward resilience, gratitude, and quiet strength. I’m stepping into 2026 with hope,

At first, I expected something exciting to happen at the lake park. Maybe because the website described it so nicely — like it was a lively place with people walking around, hidden corners, and maybe even some unexpected encounters. But reality… was totally different. When I reached the park, it was completely empty. No one jogging, no one sitting, no one passing by. Just quiet pathways and the sound of wind. I walked around for a while, hoping maybe someone would appear, or

25.11.2025 Tuesday 🌧️ After exploring a few places from the websites, I wanted to try something closer to home — something simple, something familiar, yet still full of unknown possibilities. So I chose the lake park near my area. Even though it was just a park, I felt so excited. I didn’t know what would happen, who I might see, or whether anything interesting would take place. My heart was beating faster than it should for such a normal location… but that’s just me. Every

23.11.2025 Sunday 🌧️ As time passed, something inside me slowly changed. Maybe it was curiosity… maybe confidence… maybe just the feeling that I didn’t want to live quietly in the shadows anymore. I started to feel braver. I found myself scrolling through websites, reading all the recommended places, the hidden spots, the “must-try” locations that other people talked about. And every description made my heart beat a little faster. I imagined the atmosphere, the people, the p

22.11.2025 Saturday 🔆 Sometimes, the world teaches you lessons when you least expect it. I began to notice small, unnoticed details — a stranger’s quiet gesture, the rhythm of footsteps on empty streets, the way light lingered on a wall before fading. Each one felt like a secret, a hint from something bigger than myself. I realized inspiration didn’t always come from grand moments. Often, it hid in the ordinary, waiting for someone to pay attention. The hum of a vending mach

21.11.2025 Friday 🌧️ Not everything in this journey has been quiet or safe. One day, while following my curiosity and observing the hidden corners of the world, I had a moment that made my heart race. I realized, almost too late, that I wasn’t as unnoticed as I thought. For a few seconds, everything froze — the light, the shadows, even my own breath. I felt the weight of someone else’s presence, just beyond my perception. But luck, timing, or maybe instinct, kept me hidden.

20.11.2025 Thursday 🔆 It was supposed to be a normal workout day. I was tired, sweaty, and ready to cool down. Nothing unusual. But after I packed up my things, something strange happened — someone gave me a signal, a kind of hint to follow him. It felt unexpected and honestly confusing. But for some reason… I followed. We ended up inside one of the cubicles, and before I could even make sense of what was happening — BAM BAM BAM! Someone knocked on the door. Hard. My whole m

19.11.2025 Wednesday 🔆 Sometimes I wonder… am I the only one who feels this way? Before all this, I always did everything alone. No one knew what I was doing, what I explored, or what I experienced. I never told any friends, never shared any details. I just kept everything inside my own little world. And honestly… I liked the excitement. That strange rush, that moment when something unexpected happened — it felt like a secret thrill only I knew. But at the same time, I also

18.11.2025 Tuesday 🌧️ At first, I hesitated. My notes, my reflections, my tiny discoveries — were they worth sharing? But curiosity nudged me forward. I began to write again, slowly posting glimpses of what I noticed, fragments of the hidden world I had been seeing. The response surprised me. Strangers reached out, quietly, almost shyly, sharing that they saw it too — the beauty in small moments, the magic in ordinary spaces. My diary, once private and secret, became a bridg

18.11.2025 Tuesday 🌧️ After everything that happened in previously, I thought I would feel shaken for a long time. And honestly, part of me still is. But life doesn’t stop for anyone. The sun still rises, people still walk past each other without knowing the stories we carry, and somehow… we keep moving. The next day felt strangely quiet. My mind was replaying the scene again and again — the knocking, the fear, the begging, the relief. It made me think about how fragile ever

17.11.2025 Monday 🔆 The more I wandered, the more I noticed. It wasn’t always about what happened, but how it happened — the subtle gestures, the fleeting glances, the patterns that whispered secrets only someone paying attention could catch. Each day became a lesson in observation, a way to see stories in the ordinary. I began keeping notes, sketching small moments in my mind, letting them settle until they revealed their meaning. A reflection in a puddle, a shadow stretchi

16.11.2025 Sunday 🌧️ After days of reflection, I realized that curiosity alone wasn’t enough. I had to step beyond the quiet corners of my thoughts and into the world that had always whispered its secrets to me. The streets, the malls, the parks — everything suddenly seemed different, as if the ordinary had been waiting all along to reveal something extraordinary. I began to notice details I had overlooked before: the way light fell across a tiled floor, the faint echoes of

15.11.25 Saturday 🌧️ With every post, I felt braver, more myself. Losing my Twitter account, along with all 22,400 followers, could have been the end — but it wasn’t. That loss became a strange kind of freedom. I realized it wasn’t the numbers that mattered, but the connection, the shared stories, the emotions that resonated. I could start again, guided by the same curiosity and mysterious spark that had first drawn me to write. My journey wasn’t just about sharing moments a

14.11.2025 Friday 🔆 Day by day all my cruising experiences sparked my curiosity, I started writing more — just a few lines at a time, raw and unfiltered. At first, I didn’t expect anyone to read them. But slowly, strangers began to notice. Likes, comments, quiet messages… small signs that my words were reaching others. My personal diary was turning into a shared space, a place where hidden thoughts could meet others who understood. What began as a private experiment grew in

13.11.2025 Thursday 🔆 After the incident yesterday, I felt something unexplainable inside me — a spark that wouldn’t fade. I went back to the same place, the same silence, the same air that carried an invisible tension. This time, I looked at everything differently. The reflection on the floor, the faint echo of footsteps, the feeling of being unseen yet deeply aware… it was strange, but somehow beautiful. That moment opened a hidden door in me — not about what I saw, but wh

12.11.2025 Wednesday 🔆 It all began in May 2019 — an ordinary day at Sunway Pyramid Mall that turned into something I’ll never forget. I still remember sitting quietly in the cubicle, when suddenly someone beside me gave a small hint with his leg. At first, I didn’t understand what he meant. But as I looked down, I noticed the reflection on the floor ,he was jerking— and slowly, everything became clearer. That strange, unexpected moment made my heart race. I felt a mix of ex

11.11.25 Tuesday 🌧️ The journey has never been easy. I spent six years building 22.4k followers, sharing moments and memories — and in just seconds, everything was gone. It hurts, but that’s life — full of ups, downs, and challenges that test our strength. I may have lost what I built, but not the spirit behind it. So I’m starting again from here, with this website, to continue my story — from the heart, just like before.

10.11.25 Monday 🌧️ The first page of a new chapter feels both strange and exciting. After my Twitter was suspended, I realized it’s time to carve my own path—a space where I can share the hidden corners I wander, the small surprises I stumble upon, and the little moments that make a journey unforgettable. I don’t know exactly where this path will lead, but I’ll be writing it down, one day at a time…for anyone curious enough to follow along.